I Saw You (15 page)

“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips while the other three whistled—catcalled.

“Play for me.” It wasn’t a request, but even if it were, there was no way I could deny her.

Not when she looked at me from beneath her lashes.

Not when she pouted those lips.

Not when the thought of her inside this room watching warmed me from head to toe and caused my cock to harden.

“Any request?”

“Play me something dirty.”
Again—fuck.

“So…”

“So…”
we spoke in unison, and then laughed. The sound came off as both nervous and shy; while, beneath the surface sat the lust and the want we burned with.

“Well, aren’t we dorks.” Not a question, but I still gave her a nod with a wink. After leaving the studio—and the guys, much to their disappointments—we’d driven to a low-key sushi bar near my home. A hole in the wall that the locals loved—and from the look on my girl’s face after taking her first bite of the Dragon roll we were sharing, so did she.

“If you say so.” Reaching across the table, I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip to get a tiny drop of soy sauce that I brought back to my mouth. I missed her taste.

Arianna swallowed hard, then picked up her glass of sake and took a small sip. “I do.” Chopsticks in hand, she picked up another piece from the roll and dipped it inside the small soy container, followed by the wasabi sauce and a slice of ginger.

I watched, transfixed.

Enamored, a pussy-whipped motherfucker while she brought the morsel up to her lips and parted them. She held my stare while wrapping her nude-colored lips around the bite.

“Mother of fuck,” I groaned aloud and then reached below to adjust my now hard cock. Everything she did made me want her—ignite for her. I wanted to bathe my dick in her essence.

“Problem?” she asked with a coy, impish grin on her beautiful face.

“Are you done?” Pushing my plate toward the center of our table, I sat back and regarded her with a cocky smirk of my own. Enjoyed the way she squirmed. How her nipples tightened—became visible through the thin material of her light pink top.

“Could be.” Mimicking my position, she sat back and licked her bottom lip. “Persuade me, then.”

“I want you on my cock, Slim. No more waiting.”

“Fuck.”

“Now.”

“Shit!” Picking up the small container with sake, she poured herself another drink. In one gulp, she tossed back the rice wine and then pushed everything away, both her plate and glass. “Please.”

Tossing a few fifty dollar-bills on the table, I stood up and extended a hand out to her. “Let’s go.” She placed her hand in mine and allowed me to pull her up. Thank God we’d been sitting next to each other; I’d refused to leave my chair across from hers. Made things easier that way.

At the tug on her arm, she stumbled into me. Bodies pressed—chest rising and falling in sync with the other’s. My fingers trailed up her spine beneath the flimsy top, memorized each bump of her spine.

Digging my fingers in, I enjoyed the way she shivered under my hold. How Slim looked up at me with so much want that I had to take a moment to collect myself. To have enough decency to not bend her over this goddammed table and plow into her.

Balls deep.

Pussy choking my cock.

The sound of our skin slapping.

Bodies becoming one.

“Walk.” Gruff, the word passed through my lips in an almost growl.

“What?” she gasped out, my hold on her tightening once more before I took a step back.

“Go to my car, Slim.”

“But—”

“Motherfucking listen, woman.” Reaching out, I touched her cheek with the tip of my fingers, a complete contradiction to the harshness of my words. “Go. I’m giving you a head start.”

Finally she listened, and without a backwards glance walked out. She was two steps ahead of me. Just two measly steps, and I could have had her pressed against me. Outstretch my hand; my fingers would graze her soft skin.

Pressing on the key fob inside my pants, the lights blinked and then the car turned on.

A low hum.

Sleek and white.

Sexy as fuck.

I’d love to bend her over the hood of my Mercedes-Benz. Fuck her raw. Flip her over onto her back and place the heel of her shoes over the pearl-white paint. Have her scratch—ruin the pristine finish.

Drive down every road with the imprints on display. A proud motherfucker.

Because I made her do those.

Because my cock drove her past rationality and her body took over.

The click of a door being opened brought me back to the present. Slim scrambled in, only to drop her phone.

I stopped.

Watched.

Considered my options.

“Shit,” she hissed out, bending at the waist to pick up the discarded device. Like a bull’s-eye, my eyes were set on my target. A hunter stalking his wounded prey. That innocent little Bambi caught in the headlight—stunned, lost, not sure of how to escape immediate danger.

Her body called to me. Ass round and high; motherfucking mouthwatering.

There was no other way for me to react. No sane person could fault me for what happened next. Temptation; a man could only handle so much before he snapped. Not that I’d ever hurt her or take what she hadn’t already offered—demanded.

Slim wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Consumed. Claimed.

As crazy and scary as that one word was for me, the perpetual asshole bachelor, it was the truth.

Before she could move or get in my car, I stood behind her. Pressed against her.

“Hey…” The words died on her tongue as she looked at me from over her shoulder. Whatever she saw, how much of an animal I’d become in the span of a minute, caused her to be quiet. Eyes wide, she tried to stand up, but stopped once I placed my hand on the base of her neck and squeezed.

Not hard enough to harm her, but enough to keep her still.

“Don’t,” I snarled, teeth bared.

“We need to go.” Slim tried to placate me, help me settle down, but if anything, that made it worse. It tasted on my tongue like denial.

Instead of acknowledging her idiotic statement, I fisted her hair and wound it tight around my fist. Held her in my grasp and manipulated her body—forced her to stand to my liking, her body pressed against the cars chassis.

Fuck
. She shuddered, body rubbing against my own. An involuntary movement.

With the hand not holding her hair, I skimmed down her front. Followed the path carved by God himself. Perfection; toned yet soft. Down the center of her chest and over her mound. Could feel the fullness of her lips through the skin-tight pair of jeans she wore.

I cupped her. “Can feel just how
hot
you are. How your pussy
weeps
for my cock.” My lips skimmed the shell of her ear, breathing her in, pulling her scent into my lungs.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her body arching against my own. Chest thrust out, her pussy pushed against my hold. Offered herself to my depravity.

“I’ll only warn you once, Slim. Are you paying attention?” I gave a nip to the tender flesh below her ear, over that spot which caused her body to melt against my own.

She shivered. “Yes.”

“Once in the car, your body is mine. Don’t give a fuck about propriety.” Flicking the top button of her jeans open, I brought my hand beneath the denim fabric.
Fuck. So wet.
The satin of her panties were soaked. “I want you on my cock, Slim. Permanently.” Skimming the edge of the material, I paused for a second and took in the moment. The first time I’d touch her. Skin to skin. “I’m going to fuck you. Break you. Then mold you to my liking. You’re my Eve, Slim. Mine. Poison and all.”

“Take me back to your place.” A plea. Beg.

“Get in and lose the pants.” Turning her head, I gave her a quick, rough kiss before leaning my forehead against the side of her head. “I want nothing but your skin on my leather.” Arianna opened her mouth to protest, but I shook my head. “Get. The. Fuck. In.”

“You have to let me go first.” Woman had a point so I released her, but not before brushing my lips against hers once more. Taking a step back, I gave her just enough room to sit and close the door. Stood there and watched her shimmy out of her pants and sit in her panties.

Our eyes met through the window and I shook my head, mouthing the words,
“all of it.”

“Make me.”

Wrong fucking words to throw out at a man barely hanging onto the proverbial ledge of sanity.

Without any further taunting, I opened the car door with more force than necessary. The hinges groaned in protest, but I gave no fucks. My eyes were zeroed in on her. On that small piece of fabric keeping me from what I wanted to see most.

Kneeling beside her, I placed a hand on her outer thigh and pushed them apart—caused her to slouch in her seat while my fingers skimmed the soft, tanned skin. Goosebumps erupted and the closer to her pussy I got, the more she gyrated her hips. Tried to force my hand lower.

Again I cupped her, and what my fingers found was pure ambrosia. “So wet for me.”

“Am I?” she whimpered, while I pressed down on her clit through the wet material. “Shit!”

“That’s what I thought.” Her eyes narrowed at my words, but before her slick mouth could get her into any more trouble, I had her underwear pushed to the side and two fingers deep inside her tight cunt. “You feel so good, Slim. Soft. Wet. Heat.” With the fingers not fucking her, I fisted the material and pulled. Let the satin dig into her skin. “Can’t wait to have you ride my tongue…have your wetness coat my chin.”

“Son of a bitch,” she grunted the moment my fingers found that rough patch of skin that made her toes curl. Slim arched in the seat, her back strained and hips lifting off the leather. “So close.”

I pulled harder. “Are you going to come for me?”

Those beautiful jade eyes narrowed and her lips parted, exhaling a low whine. “Don’t fuck with me, Chester.”

“Or what?” Taking my fingers out, I held them right at her opening and traced the softness. From one lip to the other, I spread her wetness while my thumb pressed down on her clit. “What happens if I remove my fingers? If I get up and close this door.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Another gyration of her hips, trying in vain to get my fingers to sink in deep once more.

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Swear to God, I…fuck!” In one breath I had my fingers deep inside her. Curled up, pressed tight against that spot, and those sinful as fuck panties in my other hand. Above her body, yet in her line of sight. Ripped, torn, a motherfucking useless rag.

She clenched down on my fingers and closed her thighs. Took from—used me for her pleasure.

Slim was the pure picture of ecstasy.

Eyes rolled back into her head, she rode out the waves of euphoric bliss. Those walls fluttered—fucking pulsated around me, while her juices coated and ran down my hand. Her essence surrounded us.

My new favorite smell.

Leather and pussy.

Hers. Only. Hers.

Arianna had ruined me, and her pure essence saturating my car was the proverbial nail to my goddammed bachelor’s coffin.

And truthfully, I was okay with that.

“Mark my words, Slim. I’m going to fuck you raw.”

“Strip.” One word.
A command.

We’d barely made it home without me taking her, something she should be thankful for. Had I, it wouldn’t have been with care—hard, fast, and brutal over the hood of my car on the side of the interstate. Not exactly romantic.

Maybe some other time; of that I was sure.

The entire way home I’d palmed my cock. One hand was on the wheel, grip tight, while the other pressed down on my engorged length, alleviating the pressure against the denim of my pants; a reprieve until I had her in my grasp again.

And then I prayed for patience.

She sat beside me inside that quiet car, naked from the waist down. Her pussy dripped on the leather of my seats, conditioning it. Tense, I’d driven in silence, taking back streets and short cuts, not giving a shit about the red light or two I ran in my hurry to get home. I’m thankful for the near to empty streets and the nonexistent police presence. Made things easier to say the least. Desperation was a bitch and I wanted her:

In my bed.

Thighs spread for me.

Pussy dripping onto my sheets.

“You’re still fully dressed.” She pouted, jutting out that bottom lip the tiniest bit. I wanted to bite it.

“And?” Because really, what was her point?

“Not fair.”

“Neither is the goddamned hold you have over me.” Arianna opened her mouth to protest, but I held a hand up. “Now strip.”

“We’re missing something.” On my coffee table sat my stereo’s remote. Eyeing it, she grabbed it a second before I did. “Let’s see what the rock
God
listens to.”

“Your God, Ms. Garcia. You only worship at this alter. Kneel for my cock.” Taking a seat on the all-white leather sectional, I leaned back and parted my legs. Patted the top of my thighs in invitation, but first... “Strip. I want everything off before you crawl to me.”

Arched brow, she placed a hand on her wide hips. “What makes you think I’d crawl?”

Smirk on my lips, I popped the button of my jeans and lowered the zipper. Swollen and red, the head of my cock peeked from beneath the denim and twitched, something that caused her to lick her lips. I’d proven my point without a word; my girl wanted my cock buried deep within her.

Inadvertently, she’d pushed the power button while watching my length bob against my lower abs. Watched the drop of pre-come pool at the tip and how I fisted—stroked in time with her breathing.

Inhale…twist and then down.

Exhale…twist and then up, my thumb swiping over the slit of my sensitive head.

The low thrum of an acoustic guitar came over the room’s speakers. Slow, the song was sexy yet held an edge of softness. Was one of my favorites, one of the few times the band showed a gentler side.

“Who’s this?” Was it crazy that her not knowing warmed my fucking heart? That the old fucker thumped harshly inside my chest as she smiled? Then my voice came over the speakers, and her eyes widened. Lips dropped open, but no words followed. She knew. Was all the more turned on by it.

Didn’t miss the way her entire body shook while I sat back on my couch and enjoyed. Admired her. From the top of her pretty little head to the painted black nails on her feet. This woman before me was a goddess. My equal. Motherfucking created from my rib and set to my perfection.

I’d never been much of a religious man, but for her, I thanked God above. Might make me sound like a pussy, but I gave no fucks about the fact.

There’s something so primal—animalistic—in finding that one person that complements you in every facet of your life.

Slim didn’t need me, and that was the biggest turn-on. Independent. Beautiful. Successful. Had it all, but my cock.

Something I’d rectify tonight.

Heavy lidded and chest rising, Slim swayed to the beat with slow rolls of her hips, her movements fluid.

Hypnotizing.

Our tables had been turned between exiting the car and now. She was now the charmer. The one in charge.

For now, I liked it that way. My time would come.

Like a coiled snake, I was biding my time. Before striking, I wanted her fevered for my touch.

“You have the sexiest voice.” She hummed, her tone matching mine in the song. Low and melodic. “One day, I’ll ride your cock while you sing to me. My own private concert.”

Without waiting for a reply, she fisted the thin material of her top and tore it. The almost see-through shirt’s buttons scattered across my floor. She held the two sides open, with just the thin sliver of skin down the center of her chest and abdomen uncovered.

A tease of color from her tattoos.

A bit of lace from the nude bra peaked through; one with the fucking clasp in the front.

“Could be arranged,” I grunted, picking up the pace as I abused my cock while she watched with hooded eyes.

Arianna sashayed that tight body of hers to where I sat. Her hands held the torn fabric close to her chest, yet each swivel from her hips gave me an enticing glimpse of the tanned flesh beneath. Not to mention that with each step, her inner thighs provoked me with the wetness that dripped from her pussy.

A bare pussy still on display since I’d refused her desire for clothing before exiting my car.

There was something so sexy about a woman secure in her own flesh. Didn’t need the extra reassurance or for her worth to be explained. Not shy when it came to owning her inner and outer beauty.

Slim challenged my male dominance over her at every turn, yet every time she’d been in my arms, she submitted. She accepted that her man demanded obedience—would take care of her.

That didn’t diminish her worth, but in my eyes made her invaluable.

“How can I convince you of bestowing me the honor?” Jade eyes met my blue ones, a sinful smile on her lips. “Make it worth your while.” Stopping before me, she used her knee to push my legs farther apart and stepped between them. Smooth, bare legs were now within my reach and my fingers traced their length, from her calves up to her mid-thighs, only to start all over again. The feather-like caress caused goosebumps to erupt across her fevered flesh.

“Tempt me.”

“You want my cock, Slim?” She nodded, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Then undress me, sweetheart. I give you permission to worship.” Bending at the waist, she placed a hand over each knee and squeezed. The fabric from her shirt loosened showing her nude—her fullness overflowing the lace bra. A flick of the wrist, and a large breast came into view. Motherfucking mouthwatering. “Feed me,” I demanded, but my girl shook her head no and bent lower.

“Just a little…”Arianna hovered, lips parted over my hard-as-steel cock and exhaled warm air “…tiny…” her pink tongue came out and flicked the slit “…lick?”

“Open.” My fingers wove themselves into her hair and tightened, held her at the right angle to stroke into her mouth. Slow at first, let her get accustomed to my size, but before the night was through, I’d have fucked her mouth. Every single hole would be claimed by me.

Slim didn’t wait for me to urge; she opened her mouth and waited.
Good girl.

Short rise of my hips and… “Fuck.” The heat that enveloped the head was indescribable. Glorious. Otherworldly. Worth giving my life for.

She dug her fingernails into my knees—hard. It stung, but in the best of fucking ways.

“Take what you need.” Those words alone could’ve been my undoing, but I wanted in her pussy more. “More. Feed me more.”

“Are you sure? We can take it slow—”

“Baby,” she spoke around my girth. How I stretched her mouth looked obscene. “Please, fuck my mouth.”

With my eyes set on hers, I stroked in, more than half my length inside before pulling out slowly. I dragged every ridge of my length against her soft tongue before going in once more.  Jesus, the heat alone could’ve made me come.

Another flex, and I went deeper. Her moans reverberated through me and up my spine; I arched off the couch, and she gagged.  Fucking chocked on my cock while I hit the back of her throat.  Throat constricting, Arianna hollowed her cheeks and added continuous pressure.

My toes curled and balls grew heavy—I was so close to coming. God, I wanted to, but not like this. This time I wanted to be buried to the hilt—enveloped in her.

“Stop,” I choked out just as her tongue added pressure to the underside. The word tasted blasphemous.

“Why?” Pulling off, she hovered over my cock—a string of her saliva being the only thing that connected us. “Don’t you like my mouth on you?”

Arching a brow, I gave her an incredulous look. “Idiotic question, Slim.”

“Then…”
Did I have to spell it out for her?

Instead of answering, I tightened the hold I had in her hair and pulled her up. Brought her body closer to mine, almost dragged her chest against my own. The end of her shirt caressed my abs, the soft material a nuisance, to be honest.

That fucking shirt had to go.

In one swift move, I had her sitting naked over my lap, a thigh on each side. Her pussy grazed the head of my cock as I pulled her closer, chest to chest, while I finished removing the tattered remains of her top. I tossed it somewhere halfway across the room, leaving her in nothing but the opened bra hanging off her shoulders.

That, I removed with care. One, it was pretty. And two, I had plans for it later.

This poor girl had no idea what lion’s den she’d stumbled upon while back in that club.

“You’re still fully clothed,” she stated, her tone petulant while staring me down. Arms crossed over her chest, the two globes pushed together by the action.

Eyes set on her amazing tits, I smirked. “And whose fault is that?”

Up and down I caressed the soft skin of her back. Counted each indentation of her spine—memorizing each bump before descending lower and over her ass. Soft. Firm. Round. Perfection like hers shouldn’t exist, but I held the living proof of it in my arms.

Her upper lip curled at the left corner. “My guess is you’ll say it’s mine.”

“Bingo.” Bringing my right arm up, I tapped the tip of her nose before dragging the digit down to sweep across her lips. All the while, my left hand wandered just a bit lower, at the junction of her toned thighs and across the end of her slit.
Fuck
, she was slick.

Spreading the wetness with the tip of my middle finger, I pushed in until I reached the first knuckle. Her pussy contracted, tried to pull me in deeper.

In one word: saturated. Her sweet essence cocooned us. Fondled my senses.

“I’ve been terribly irresponsible.” Soft, her voice broke through the thin veil of lust and brought me back to the present. Somewhere between my finger encountering her wetness, and the sweet musk mind fucking me, I’d tightened my hold on her. Slim’s soft, pink tongue came out and licked the tip of said finger laid against her mouth.

I just held it there, between her parted lips—tufts of warm air petting the skin. “Quit fucking with me, little girl.” Threat, something meant to be taken seriously and at face value, yet she took as a joke.

Jade eyes wide, she watched me while flicking the tip once more. “Would you allow me the privilege of rectifying that, kind
sir
.”

My cock flexed beneath her, pressed against her abdomen, leaving a trail of wetness over the toned flesh; and it was barely a swipe.

The BDSM lifestyle, up until that very moment, never once interested me. However, the thought alone of having this slip of a woman calling me that…f
uck
. I’d been around more than one couple—both in the business and with close friends—who enjoyed that type of commitment, but up until now I didn’t get it. What that one fucking word could do to a man.

For the first time, I saw the appeal.

Understood how much mutual respect it took.

I’d do anything for her. Take care of her in any way she’d allow. Not because she needed me to, but because I wanted to. Because an insane and irrational part of my DNA demanded that I provide every bit of happiness and joy her heart could take. And even then, nothing would be enough.

“If I’m a sir, then are you my naughty wench?”

“More like your personal little
cock slut.
”