Billi Jean (26 page)

“Listen, I’ve got what I needed, Susan. Thanks. I’ll call you when I get a chance to see these specs.” Glancing at his watch, the guy grimaced. “I got to run anyway. Mr Ryland, Susan.”

With that, the bastard gathered up his papers and hit the door. The lock clicking into place was the only sound that filled the suddenly quiet house.

“Russell, I can’t believe—”

He didn’t even bother to listen.

He had her arm and was halfway down the hall before she could open her mouth. He had Susan up against the closed bedroom door before whatever she was going to say could stop him.

She was not happy. And that was an understatement. His balls clenched, burned, and his dick jerked at how much that turned him on. This woman—this tiny, delicate little thing—might very well be able to stand up to him. She was glaring, breathless, and was all but meeting him toe to toe about his behaviour. And, yeah, her attitude was turning him the hell on. But coming home to another man in his—

All of a sudden, it hit him. This wasn’t his house. He didn’t even know if she was his woman.

Her sunburst scar appeared white against her flushed face. Yeah, she was pissed off. He had a sinking feeling, now that the adrenaline was subsiding, that the bastard might have said ‘specs’. As in house plans. He’d glimpsed the drawings, the paper drafters she’d used, spread on the table.

But he’d also seen something else. Susan’s nipples had been tight under her blouse. It soothed him somewhat to see they were harder now. Her breathing was erratic, and if he pushed her too-tiny skirt up over that luscious ass he was sure she’d be wet. But for what? The bleach-blond pansy?

Or him?

“You have three seconds to tell me what this is about, Russell, before I take out your plumbing.”

That should not have turned him on, especially when she shifted her knee in warning. He shoved his thigh between those silky legs and tried to calm down. He was jealous. He wasn’t just jealous, he was nearly battle-ready. And so sexed up, his dick was demanding out.

“Who was the guy?”

“One.”

Oh, yeah. She wanted a fight. He could see it.

“You wear this for him?” He ran one hand up her silky stockings to her ass and discovered she was wearing a lacy thong and thigh-high stockings.
Thigh-highs
.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Had he ever been with a woman this sexy?
Hell, no.
“I don’t like other guys here. Not with you. Not alone.”

She muttered something unflattering under her breath, but she wasn’t stopping his hand from cupping her ass. “Two.”

“Sweetheart, you do not want to test me right now,” he warned, shifting her thigh up so he could dig his erection against her pussy.

Her eyes darkened. She shrugged, lifting a brow mockingly at him, and licked her lips. Every ounce of him roared to claim her. Hell if he was holding back. His lips hit hers and took over. She didn’t fight, but she did rub that hot, tight little body over his. He had her legs around his waist in no time flat. She gripped his hair, tugging him down to devour his lips while she pressed and rubbed against him.

“Russell, you ass. I waited for you, and this is how—”

“Ah, baby, shhh.”

He shoved a hand between them and struggled to free his aching cock. When she went to say something else, he bit her, right on the jaw, sucking the spot and then taking her mouth again. His cock was so ready it was dripping pre-cum all over his fist. One more second and he ripped off her panties, and then he was inside the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever known.

And she was wild.

She clawed, bit him, whimpered and licked, eating him up as he kept shoving in, thrusting to get deep. She was with him all the way. She was his. All his.

“This is mine, Susan. Fucking mine. Take it, baby, take it.”

“Oh, God, Russell… More, more…”

He groaned heavily into her mouth and thrust his tongue in, wanting to eat her alive. He gripped her ass in both hands and shoved her up against the door with his weight, shafting her so fast and deep he was going to come any second. His cock was on fire. He was lost to it, to her, to this woman, so badly he could barely hold back. He should be ashamed, shocked at his behaviour, but—
thank fuck
—Susan was just as hot. She met him with her own little thrusts, digging those heels in his ass, her nails in his shoulders as she kissed every inch of him she could reach. He ripped her silk blouse off, and buttons went flying as he jerked her lacy bra out of the way, freeing her plump breasts, and latched on to a stiff peak. Sweet flesh filled his mouth, and he sucked on her nipple so hard his body thought it was time to celebrate.

“Russell, you jerk! I missed you,” she whispered, panting, then locked her feet tighter around him, her heels bouncing on his ass as she arched in his arms like a cat. An agonised breath later, her pussy began milking his cock as she climaxed with a wail.

He strangled back a groan at how fucking perfect she was, and exploded. They kissed through it, holding each other’s sounds in as they crested and shuddered. He came in bursts, thick jets of semen creaming out of him as he shoved as deep as he could go into her, banging her against the door with each desperate jerk of his hips. It wasn’t enough, yet it was too much. His cock was wrapped in wet, tight Susan, and he was shuddering and biting her mouth at how good it felt. Holding her ass too tight in his hands, he filled her with as much of his cock as he could as she climaxed again.

The last shudder ripped through him, and he shoved up, burying himself to the balls. A groan rumbled up and out of him as a burst of pleasure rippled up his balls and down to his toes.

She was as breathless, and, thank fuck, she was rubbing her lips over his jaw and not beating his ass for bursting in her house, then dragging her off like some caveman and fucking her. He wasn’t even completely certain if she’d come twice or three times. She’d clenched so tightly around his cock he could still feel her shivering up and down his dick.

She’d been hot for
him
. Not that pansy. But still, he’d better do some quick talking or he might end up on his ass.

“Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking hot and tight. You were wet for me, baby.”

She lifted her head from where she’d been kissing his neck, as quickly as if he’d slapped her cute ass. She blew out a long breath against his cheek and glared at him.

Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say.

“Russell, I’ve been wet for you for four days! And then you pull this macho—”

He broke her off with a kiss, trying his damnedest not to laugh at her, scolding him while she was still wringing his cock with her little shivers. Just to show her who was in charge, he angled his hips and drove upwards, rocking her against the door, and let his hands cradle her perfect ass, tantalisingly close to her tiny rosebud entrance.

She moaned into his mouth and her pussy fluttered and clenched. God, he loved making her come. Fucking loved it. He sucked on her neck, leaving his mark on her pale skin. Slowly, he rocked into her, feeling her come off her orgasm in small, fluttering degrees around his cock. He was still as stiff as a baseball bat, willing and ready to take her to bed for the rest of the night. But first, he needed to set some ground rules.

Her head hit the door with a soft thud, and she reached out and cupped his face. “Russell, you were jealous.”

“Fuck that—”

“Russell, do you really want to deny it? Or cuss at me right now? Because, seriously, you were jealous and look what we’ve done. My client—yes, that’s right, my
client
—had to leave because of your macho, jealous act,” she told him.

He wanted to deny it, but she was right.

She blew out a breath that sounded like a disgruntled mutter of, “Men are such babies,” but he wasn’t quite certain so he let that one go.

A client. That was great. “You took the job?”

She rolled her eyes, shook her head and then leaned it on his shoulder with a sigh. Fuck, he could understand her frustration with him; he’d just fucked her up against a door. His dick was out of his jeans, he was fully clothed, and he was pulsing in her pussy. Her wet, tight, beautiful pussy that he was going to eat for days. When he backed off and his dick slid out, they both groaned. “Damn, you’re beautiful, Sunshine.”

“God, Russell, we’re
terrible
.”

He burst out laughing at her scandalised voice. He set her down, a hell of a lot more gently than he’d picked her up, and kissed her mouth. Not in apology, exactly, but close. Gently, he unclipped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders, revealing her soft, rounded breasts. Beautiful. She had red marks on her shoulders where the straps had pulled, and he brushed a kiss against the skin there. He’d been too rough. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t share and I don’t like men in the house when I’m not here. Let’s make that a rule, all right?” He tucked her under his chin and held her. She fitted him.

“Russell, I took the job. And you ran off my first client! And I have to have clients out here. I work from home. Remember?” she whispered, narrowing her eyes up at him when he let her pull back enough to see her face. “Oh, Russell…” She glanced down at him tucking himself back in his jeans and sighed. “You are in so much trouble.”

He adjusted his dick so the head wasn’t getting rubbed raw and grinned up at her. She gave him a little smirk, which earned her a quick swat to her beautiful ass. “Baby, I’m not in trouble, but you damn well are. You need a spanking for letting some dick in your house. How the hell do you even know who he is?”

“Russell!”

“Not now.” He covered her lips with a finger and shook his head at her frown. “I have plans. My dick, your hot, tight little pussy and no air till fucking Thursday.”

Instead of jumping on board with that, she flushed a deeper pink and bit her lip, pulling her skirt down to hide those stockings and sweet creamy thighs.

Suddenly, two things crystallised in his lust-filled brain. She was bare. And she was glaring up at him. Had he hurt her? Pulling her close by her arm, he made her look up at him as he trailed a hand up her thigh and pressed her skirt up.
Holy fuck.
She was pink, creamy and wet with his release. He was on his knees without conscious thought.

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s so fucking beautiful. Did you do this for me?” His voice was hoarse. It sounded like he’d eaten desert dust, but this was the most erotic, pretty little thing he’d ever seen.

She made a soft whisper of a sound, shifting as if about to pull her skirt back and down, but he held her hands. A blush tinted her cheeks when he looked up. Fierce possessiveness flooded him. He leaned in and kissed her bare pussy, then sucked the soft skin. She held her breath. He could tell, because her lush breasts didn’t quiver. Moving her hands to her hips, he held them there and deliberately held her eyes as he began licking and devouring her with his mouth. She tasted so good, it was hard to slow down. Focusing on her, he licked every inch of her he could reach and savoured their combined tastes like a man starved, then pressed a kiss to her hip and leant back on his heels.

“Russell, oh God, you need… Mmm, you need to stop.”

She didn’t sound like she wanted him to stop, but he kissed her hip once more, clenching his jaw at how badly he wanted to spread her out and eat her, then pump his dick with his own hand until he came all over her pretty pink folds. Ah, God, he was losing it.

“For me?” he asked, rising from his crouch to nuzzle her pink cheeks.

She took a deep breath and patted her skirt into place nervously, then slowly looked up. When she did, her eyes were bright blue against her blush.

“Yes, you brat. For you, not that you deserve it. Now, I’ve got to go check that my client actually left, Russell.” She eased out of his arms, bent to pick up her shirt and pressed it over her breasts.

He grunted. “Don’t deserve it? I do, baby. I do. You have five minutes and I’m back in that sweet little candy-coated pussy, baby. Five minutes.”

“Huh, you think? What if I don’t want you inside my…candy-coated pussy?”

He moved in, not giving her a chance to escape and pinning her to the door again. Lowering his head, he caressed her ear with a long, slow lick. God, he loved how she challenged him.

“Oh, Sunshine, I’m going to spank you for that; you know that, don’t you? A nice little spanking, until your pretty ass is all pink and you’re screaming for me to let you come. You need that. A slow, long drive up to climax. It’ll rock your world, baby.” He felt her shiver in his arms. Her nipples dug into his shirt, caressing his chest and making his cock impossibly erect. “I’m going to make you beg, Sunshine.”

He leant back and cupped her face, kissing her nose, her cheeks, then her swollen mouth. He knew they both needed hot, mouth-to-mouth explosions, but he kept his touch light. She shivered again when he straightened to watch her.

She blinked once, then rolled her eyes.

“Ha, you think?” she asked, touching his chest with one slender finger. When he looked down, she suddenly caught him under the nose with that finger, grinning up at him with sparkling blue eyes. “Getting slow, Major, because if you think you’re spanking anyone, you must have hit your head. If anyone needs a spanking, it’s you.”

Ah, fuck. She was daring him. Challenging him. And now she was walking out the door with his cum still wetting her. Her ass swayed in a skirt tight enough to be a second skin. What was left of her blouse, she held over her breasts. And she wasn’t wearing any panties. His gaze dropped to the floor. Her black lace thong was torn in two at his feet, her matching bra near the bed. She was going to get a spanking tonight, and a whole lot more. She was going to be begging to come before he was done with her. The image of her pulsing with lust, aroused and wet, had him groaning.

He got his head out of his ass and followed her out in time to hear her muttering about him being a baby.

“Susan, you can’t let a guy you don’t know in the house.”

“A guy I don’t know? He was my client. I rushed back from town to meet him, Russell. That’s my work. I work from home, but sometimes I have to meet my clients.”