I Saw You (22 page)

Her glare over her shoulder didn’t scare me one bit.

“Something to say, babe?” Yeah, I taunted her and then moaned at the way she pushed against me. How her ass rubbed my cock.

Utter bliss.

“I’m not yours to…fuck me!” With a quick, hard flick of my wrist, I spanked her left cheek. Used more strength behind the hit than was necessary, but her resounding moan caused my cock to twitch in my pants. To throb behind the zipper that held him captive.

Looking back at her with a raised brow, I held the reminder—what kept her pussy protected from me, and smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

“Oh God…”
she writhed, hips grinding against the wood of her desk “…you can’t.”

Protest was weak at best.

“Can and will, baby.” With the hand not holding her in place, I unbuckled my belt. Popped the button at my waist and lowered my zipper with no rush. Took my time in savoring the way she looked:

Helpless to move.

Naked for me.

Wetness covering the very top of her thighs.

“Please,” she begged, looking back at me. Those gorgeous green eyes seemed almost black with desire.

Cock out and in hand, I stroked myself while my pants pooled at my feet. “Tell me.” Jade orbs followed the movement with undisguised hunger. Then, they rolled back into her head as the bulbous tip touched her slick folds. A tiny flex, and the head pushed inside. Just the tip. “Where were you going tonight? Answer me, dammit,” I fumed, lip curled up and over my teeth.

Her head turned and fell onto her arms—same arms that were laid across her cluttered desk. “It isn’t like that. We were going to catch up. He wants to apologize.”

Again, wrong motherfucking words.

My fingers stroked her back, a soft pass up and down her spine. Two times I followed the path, going higher each time. Watched the way her skin erupted in goosebumps at the feather-like touch. So unlike how I felt—the raging fire that burned within me at her words.

Another sweep. This time, though, I didn’t stop at the tiny mole which marked the center of her back. Right between her shoulder blades. No, I went higher and around the front of her throat, molded my hand around the small expanse of her neck, and squeezed tight enough for her to simper. Felt her swallow against my fingers.

Her wide hips bucked, and I pulled the head of my dick out. “What the fuck is it going to take for you to answer me?” Releasing my cock, I brought a hand down hard on her right cheek. Immediately, the blood rushed to the surface and the area grew warm, each finger visible over the spot.

“To his house,” she finally cried out. In desperation or need, I gave no fucks at that point when the truth of those words settled within the confines of my mind. Had I not flown here, she…

Bending over her, I pressed my lips against her ear. Motherfucker. I had to pause; breathed in deep a few times before addressing her. Calm down, yet the second her eyes looked back at me with guilt, I snapped.

Slammed into her so hard she rose up on the tip of her toes. “I fucking love you, Slim.” This was my truth; an undeniable fact that’s fucked up my world––made me a lunatic asshole when it came to her. The walls of her pussy locked down at my words, became almost too tight to move. “How could you?”

Rationality exited the room, and I took her with all the love and hate I felt at the moment. Love for her and hate for what could’ve happened.

“You don’t mean that,” she cried out, her hips pushing back angrily, meeting my every thrust.

Seemed she was dead set on being stubborn. Fine. I’d let her have her moment, but not before I fucked into her our reality. She was as mine as I was hers.

“Don’t I?” My challenge was met with an angry grunt. Stilling beneath me, she turned her face and brought a hand up to embed her fingers into my hair.

“Can’t.” She tightened the hold and brought my face closer. Her exhale was my inhale. Our lips brushed against the others; once, twice, before she bit down on my bottom lip hard. To the point of pain, a jolt that settled on my heavy balls, traveled up my cock to the head; I swelled within her.

Pulling her body flush against mine by her neck, I went in deeper. Bounced her on my cock with each upward thrust of my hips—taught her a valuable lesson.

Mine.

“I. Fucking. Love. You.” Each word was followed by a punishing thrust, entering her tight body with enough strength to force her onto the very tip of her toes. Stubborn as ever, Slim shook her head while I pounded into her my love.

Took what was mine to cherish and left her with the imprint of my cock well within her walls.

Releasing her hip, I brought my hand around and tapped her clit. Her body shook, and the walls around my cock pulsed. Could feel her tighten around my girth with each deep stroke.

“So close,” she moaned, her back arching against me. Music to my fucking ears.

Without a second thought, I had her flipped around and facing me, legs spread wide while I jacked off over her. Arianna looked lost beneath me. Aroused at seeing how I fucked my fist and angry at the fact we stopped. Didn’t understand what was happening until the first stream of hot come landed on her clit and then lower toward her pink labia.

At the second drop, her eyes narrowed and I smirked. “Problem?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed out and made a move to stand, but before she could I pushed in to the hilt and held myself there, my come now well tucked within her tightness.

“Next time, behave.” Kissing her lips softly, I breathed her in a final time. “I love you, Slim. Understand that what I feel for you is real and unwavering. Trust me, and I’ll give you the world.” Pulling out, I lowered my eyes and watched as some of my release dribbled out. That wouldn’t do. With two fingers I brought the slick mess back within her throbbing pussy.

“I—”

“Shhhh,” I chided and curled my finger up. Immediately her walls clenched and tried to pull me in deeper. “Relax the hold.”

“No.” A cute pout formed on her lips, and I kissed her. Just a peck before I removed my body from hers. Brought the soaked finger to my lips and hummed at the taste of our combined juices. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“You
leave me
no choice, sweet girl.” Turning around, I found the dress and panties she’d worn. Without a word, I slipped them up her body. Dressed her once more for the dinner she’d soon be late for. Come trapped, held by the miniscule panties, I stood back and admired her beauty. “You’re going to be late.”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t go like this.” Ari waved a hand up and down her body. She was a mess, makeup almost gone, and her pussy soaked of me. I’m sure her ex would love to see her just like this, but by his hands not mine.

Just knowing that it was my essence she wore was enough. For now.

I hoped he smelled me on her.

Realized she was taken before I had to show him just how much.

My mark on her would be better than him meeting the end of my fists.

I’d fuck up his life for her if it came to that.

I Saw You..
.

Fuck.

She’d gone out with him.

How could I have left her in that office alone? The things a few shots of whiskey made you see. Bullshit that those that imbibed were sloppy or unaware. Was the opposite. I could recount every single second in her office with her pinned beneath me.

What caused me to take a red-eye flight out of Santa Barbara and straight to her office in Miami.

Fuc
k
.
What was I thinking leaving her like that? Aroused. Angry. And in need of a good hard fuck, one I’m sure that fucking bastard would be happy to give.

Like a constant loop of punishment, I replayed the look of triumph on her face when I forbid her to go. How she told me that we were done right before I took her over that desk. Like an animal, I ravaged her while she repeated that I had no say in whom she spent her time with.

That my feelings for her weren’t real.

Fuck that.
Slamming my hand down on the dashboard of my rental, I tried hard to breathe through the pain that radiated across my chest. No amount of rubbing over the area could take it away.

“Arianna and I would never be done.”  There was no end to this clusterfuck of a fairy tale. I’d be damned if Ashley, and my own stupidity, allowed it to be. “I fucking love that woman.”

Truth, something so obvious, but not to the one it mattered. And while it should’ve had me breaking out in hives at the mere thought, I welcomed that son of a bitch with open arms.

How could she not see that? The biggest obstacle between us wasn’t Ash, not anymore.

I’d proven my commitment to her. Every single day since we met,
every day
, but the day those photos were taken. One miniscule moment of drunken asshole-ish behavior had crumbled the foundation we’d built. Not that I didn’t comprehend where she was coming from, because I did. Couldn’t deny that I wouldn’t be understanding had the circumstances been reversed.

“She still felt something. Had to,” I murmured, hand tightening around the steering wheel, knuckles white from the exertion. Manic—like a caged beast, I drove down the I-95 and toward her home. Windows down, I tried hard, so fucking hard to take in the salt air around me, to self soothe the ache that grew the closer to her I got.

Calm one moment. Could think clearly, but then the next, the sadist that resided within my mind resumed his torture. Each word out of her lips this afternoon had hurt.

Punished me without her realizing.

Almost bowed me over.

But then what. Who wins?

Then, there were the moments of utter bliss. The look in her eyes while I licked her essence from my fingers. Groaned at the taste. Like a starved man I eyed her as if she were my own personal buffet.

The noises—fucking mewls of pleasure she fought so hard to keep within, but couldn’t. How she trembled beneath me while I emptied my cock inside her tight body.

All stored in my head. Like a tattoo; without removal.

Pulling into her driveway, I was prepared to sit here all night. Wait for her bullshit date to be over, interrupt if I had to, but that wasn’t necessary.

My girl. Slim. Was home.

The silver BMW I became familiar with on my last visit was parked in the driveway. Her car sat right outside her garage, as if she couldn’t have been bothered to put it inside the attached space. Was in a hurry.

No other car was in sight. Arianna had to be home alone.

“Good girl.” Relief swelled inside my chest, and I let out the breath I had been holding. Getting out, I didn’t bother to lock the car. Instead, my focus was set on getting to her.

Touching her.

Claiming what will always be motherfucking mine.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

My fist pounded on the front door, the sound loud in the dead of night. Everything had bubbled to the surface, and I needed to see her.

“Who the fuck now!” A porch light came on a second before the door slid open. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Get off my property,” she yelled, face flushed and her chest heaving.

“No.”

Her eyes narrowed at my refusal
.
 
“I’ll call the cops.” A tiny fist came straight for me, but I didn’t budge. Instead, I let her hit my chest dead center. Hurt enough to cause me to move back a step, but it was her teary eyes that gutted me. “Just go.”

“No.” I saw the intent to close the door the second her fingers twitched. How she moved back enough to not be caught between the frame and me. My hand shot out and pushed it back; causing her to stumble and the bathrobe to fall lose.

Exposed, the middle of her chest to the very edge of her mound became visible to my hungry eyes. I had the door closed and her back against the nearest wall before she could take her next breath.

“Fuck, I want you,” I grunted against her neck, nose skimming from her collarbones to her chin where I bit the skin. “Let me take care of you.”

“Just leave, Chester.
Let me go,” Arianna pled, her body shaking against my own. Her hands, balled into tight fists, lay at her sides as if she were fighting with herself not to touch me.

“Never,” I vowed a second before touching my mouth with hers. Soft. No rush this time, I let every bit of my feelings come through the soft press of my lips against hers.

Her fingers flexed, a minute change I felt against the cotton of my shirt.

“Touch me.” I gave my own plea; never have I needed the touch of another woman as much I did hers. Tentatively, her fingers unclenched and grasped. Drew me into her with such force that we stumbled to the side, meeting the corner between her door and a half wall.

“Shit!” she yelped, her hands tugging me. My hands fell flat against the wall, bracing my weight. Disheveled and surprised by the sudden movement, Slim looked up at me with wide eyes.

Those jade goddamned eyes that made me weak were bright, and her lips twitched. Any other time we would’ve been laughing our asses off. Instead, the mood inside the small entry felt heavy. Ardor, a need so fucking overwhelming, surrounded us.

My eyes traveled—my gaze caressed her face and lower. Down her hooded eyes and swollen lips. Further down her neck and the collarbones I needed to mark.

Her chest heaved and the hands, once holding, pushed back. “I think you should go.”

“No.” An animalistic rumble erupted from deep within my chest. Angry. Defiant. Crazed.

“Listen, I…” she began, but trailed off as my hand traced down the center of her chest. Same space across her flesh where the silk robe she wore fell open. Fingers traced invisible eights until I reached the apex of her thighs. “Shit!”

Snapping my eyes back to hers, I paused, not sure about the reaction I was seeing. “You okay?”

“I…oh God,” she moaned and shut her eyes tight. It was then that I heard it. Music came from somewhere toward the back of the house, a pulsing beat that made her tremble in my hold.

A low buzzing sound coming from her body drew my hand lower. I cupped her wet pussy and groaned.

She was slick.

Hot.

And vibrating?
Naughty little girl.

“What’s this?” With two fingers I parted her labia and found the end of her toy. Coiled tight, my girl tensed at my touch. A harsh shudder ran up her spine, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Who turned you on?” I pushed the end in deeper and she gasped, hands clutching my shoulders for support. “Who the fuck made your pussy slick. Hungry for cock?”

“So sensitive,” she mewled, thighs spasming.

“Who? Answer me, Slim?”

“Oh God!” A new song came through the house, and I smirked. The vibrations within her reached a new high. She’d controlled her vibrator through music. Not just any music, but mine.

The opening riff; a long intro played in the background while she writhed, eyes fevered bright.

“Your release is mine to give and take. Not yours, baby.” At my admonishment, a whimper left her. “You stole from me.”

Heavy drums receded in exchange for guitars; it changed the song from throbbing to a more manageable strum. Arianna breathed in deep, her body sagging against the wall, the sweat from her brow falling to my lips while her forehead rested there.

My voice followed, and she shivered. This song in particular had a gritty, dark sound.

“Something you want to share?” Demand or not, there was no way out. No escaping what we both knew. It was my voice, my face she pictured when bringing herself to the edge and over.

“Leave.” Still, with all the tables stacked against her, she fought to the end. Fine. She’d learn one way or the other.

“Shut up.” With the hand over her pussy, I added pressure to her clit with the palm of my hand. Held it there while she clenched around the toy; her juices coated my fingers. “Not another word. No more of the bullshit you’re trying so hard to believe. Fuck you, if for one moment you thought my love for you wasn’t real.”

“Chester, I…you…fuck. You’re with her!”

“No. I’m with
you
.” Slim opened her mouth to protest, but I leaned down and pecked her sweet lips before she could. Shaking my head after pulling back, I smiled down at her cautious face. “For what is done, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have been put in the position you were because of me. Because of my own stupidity. What I’d let happen with Ashley and was just too lazy to put an end to.”

“Those are just words…” she trailed off on a small cry of pleasure. Drums picked up their beat on the chorus, hard and heavy, a contradiction to the more bluesy edge my singing had. “Fuck.” With a pained whisper, her hips undulated against my hand—pushed against my hold in search of her release.

Nothing sexier than seeing her come to my music, yet I had other ideas. Once more I kissed her lips, and she melted against me. It was enough of a distraction that I pulled the vibrator out before she could complain. Had her thrown over my shoulder while I walked straight for her room.

“If those words won’t convince you, my actions will. I’ll make you believe me.”

“How do you plan to do that?” Tiny fists pummeled my back. “You’re a liar.”

“I’m many things, Slim.” The palm of my hand connected with the plumpness of her left cheek. She yelped, but stopped the abuse. “But a liar I am not. Nor do I cheat. That’s one thing you will never worry about—I’m faithful to us.”

“You win,” Arianna whispered in a defeated cry, her body giving in. “Fuck, just show me.” She settled down and her tense posture deflated, left me with a woman who had no fight left. “Take the pain away.”

“I won the day you bumped into me, Slim.” Inside her room, I placed her on the bed before removing my own clothing. I crawled up her body, hovered while admiring her beauty. “Let me love you. Make you happy.”

My music was louder inside the room; it came from her bathroom.

Let it play; I wanted to take her while my music filled the room. Cocky or not, it’d be sexy.

The toy in my pocket vibrated in time with the heavy rock. Reminded me of just how bad a girl she’d been. How she needed to be punished.

Much
later
.

“Love you,” she spoke low, but the emotion behind the words hit me like a freight train. There was no denying that she owned my ass. Literally.

“Love you.” Looking deep into her eyes, I let her see past the fucking celebrity bullshit. Let her see me.

“You better.” Arianna gave me a small smile, an olive branch so to speak. “Now, make me come.” Unbelievable; she was perfection. All mine.

There was doubt in her eyes, but she was willing to try. Not completely sold, but here, under me, and wanting my love. I’d fuck the words—build the trust back into her if it was the last thing I did.

I tossed the vibrator on the pillow by her head; looked at it and then her. “Very nice, Slim.”

Without an ounce of shame, she stared back with a perfectly raised brow. “Should I be happy or scared?”

“Thrilled.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.” First by my cock, and then, only after I’d had my fill, I’d watch her play.
Make herself come while I sing in her ear.

Her hooded eyes met mine, and she bit her lip. “Please.”

I Saw You…

“What is it with you and interrupting my sleep?” Arianna grumbled beside me on an early morning flight. Four a.m. to be precise, and she was in a pissy mood. “Do you have a genuine problem with sleep?”

“No, I don’t. Now quiet and behave.” At my chastisement, she leaned over and licked my cheek. “Keep it up, and you’ll be choking on something soon.”

Ignoring my threat, she turned her nose at me with disgust. “If it is, you know that’s a deal breaker for me? Right?”

“You’re both annoying and adorable at once.” It was two days later, and I was flying us home. Fuck that sounded good.

Home.

Us.             

Together.

“Was this
early
that necessary?” She waved a dramatic hand around the private plane I had Ashley charter late last night.

“Shush, you.” Turning to face her in our seats, I tapped a single finger on her small nose, which she crinkled. “It’s a long flight, and I wanted us to be comfortable. A loophole where I could hold you once we reach altitude and the seatbelt sign goes off.”

Her eyes softened a small bit as she tilted her head toward the in-flight crew. “What about them? Don’t you still have Ashley to take—”

“I do, won’t lie to you about that.” Slim turned her face away from me and looked out the plane’s window.  “I’ll make it as painless as possible, but I won’t have you be collateral. I’m thinking of releasing a joint statement saying that we’d broken up amicably two months ago. Exes that stayed friends and are moving on might be the best approach.”

“How long?”

“Let me talk to our PR girl, and I’ll have a better idea on the specifics then.” We’d just begun to speed down the runway, and her body was tense. Tenser than what I expected due to her anxiety with flying. Something new I learned early yesterday morning when I proposed she fly away with me.

“You’re crazy.” She giggled, staring at our entwined hands over her midsection. We were on her sofa. Just lying down ignoring the ridiculous new reality show my girl was obsessed with at the moment. If it was cheesy and mind numbing, she was all over it. “Can’t just pick up and go like that. Businesses to run and all that jazz.”

“You can and will.” Arianna snorted at the finality in my tone. “Plane has been chartered, and we leave at four in the morning. Pack light and whatever you miss, I’ll take care of back home.”

“No.” Petulant as ever, she narrowed her eyes at me. “Plus, I’m not a fan of flying. Need more than a few hours to assimilate a trip. You know, give myself a pep talk.”

“Yes, and you’re lying,” I deadpanned with an incredulous expression.

“Serious as a heart attack.”

“Too bad, so sad.” With my hands on her hips, I grasped her tight while kissing the area below her ear. “Assimilate, and quick, Slim, because it is happening.” Flipping her around to face me, I laid her down with her body against the back of the couch. “It’s taken care of, sweet girl. Gabriel and your mom are going to hold the fort down while you come and see me play live. Three days is all I ask for. Promise to make it worth your while.”

“How?” Looking up at me from beneath her long lashes, Slim ran her sock-covered foot up the back of my calf. “Tempt me, superstar.”

“I want you to meet my mom and sister.” There. That should show her just how serious I was about us. No woman has ever met them. No one ever deserved the chance to.

“Really?” A huge smile broke out across her face. That small and tight body tackled me over the edge of the couch and onto the floor; she straddled my hips and rocked into me in a slow roll. “You want us to meet? They know about me?”

“Yes, baby. I’m in this for the long haul. All in.” I chuckled before pulling her down fully. Chest to chest. Pussy to cock. The thin cotton of my lounge pants and her simple panty and tank combo did nothing to hide how ready we both were. “They’re dying to meet you, sweet girl. For us to go public and then…”

“Then what?” Fuck, she was beautiful with her head tilted to the side and a lost expression on her face. Simple and natural; nothing to enhance her exotic looks.

“Well, you do realize I’m closer to forty than thirty, right?”

Rolling her eyes, she nodded. “And?”

“Grandkids, babe. They want my sperm to violate your eggs. Straight up rape and procreate. Very visceral and primitive shit.”

“Oh my fucking God!” Arianna howled with laughter, her small body shaking atop me. Squirming…

“Really, Cheesy?” My girl tsked beside me, her hand brushing against my hardened cock. “And on a plane…how scandalous.” Whoever didn’t know this girl would buy her shit and in loads.

Smirking at her, I leaned over and flicked her bottom lip with a finger. “Didn’t I already warn you about stuffing that mouth—”

“Anything I could get for you,
sir
? Are there any of my services needed?” The stewardess picked that precise moment to interrupt. Slim stiffened, more than likely at being caught with her hand touching the cookie in my jar.

Our bodies were leaning toward the other. Even as she pulled her hand back, we touched in some way.

When had the seatbelt sign come off?

Cheap perfume met my nose then, and it burned a bit. Just like on all others flights I’d taken, the one that thought she had the best chance to land me approached. It didn’t matter one bit that I was here with someone who clearly wasn’t a relative.

My dick had an obvious magnet for the gold-digging type.

Those that thought a quick romp with the rock star would solve their life’s problems. Love at first pump of my cock.

“He doesn’t need anything I couldn’t or
haven’t
already provided.” Slim waved her hand in a shooing motion. “
If
and
when
we want something, we’ll buzz you. Thank you.” Even with her too polite tone, the claws were out. If this chick fluttered her lashes at me one more time, I was sure my girl would gouge her eyes out.