Nightie Night: The Lingerie Series (Stir Sticks & Stilettos) (4 page)

Pushing his chest over mine, he
forced me to lean back, way back.

Pulling my lips from his, I panted.
I was teetering over his legs. Nervous I stared at him as I gripped his
shoulder to keep myself balanced.

Moving the hand on my ass to the
center of my back, he spread his thighs wide, forcing mine to part further.

“Aa-ren…um?” I wasn’t a slight
woman. I’d had boyfriends in the past that had tried some things that had us
both toppling to the floor or ground.

 “Trust me.”His gaze held mine. His
words were not a question, but a command. “I stopped playing with toys a long
time ago.”

Aaren was showing me that he was a
man who knew the merit of the woman he held.

Without answering, I released my
death grip on his shoulders and slid my hold down his arms to his thick biceps.

He smiled and removed his finger
from my sex. Then with a wicked smile, he pressed not two, but three inside of
me. In and out, he glided them through the cream coating my walls and forced my
pussy to take them.

“Ah!” I didn’t scream out of pain,
but from the pleasure of the stretching. His fingers were thick and long,
broader than the slim dildo I used on a morning basis since he’d come to work
for the company. That erotic accoutrement was nothing compared to the
satisfaction Aaren was bringing me now.

“Shit, your pussy is so tight. Fuck
my hand, Kalan.”

I didn’t realize I’d stopped moving.
Heeding his words, I began grinding and bouncing along his finger. I was taking
my enjoyment from him. Here I was balanced on his knees, my skirt bunched
around my waist, held in his strong hands as I hovered above the coffee table
filled with empty mugs of wine, laptops and company printout as my climax
rushed in on me.

“Aaahhhhhh!” Coming hard, I
screamed, hearing my echo of gratification around the office.

“That was the most captivating sight
I’ve ever seen. Your pussy is all swollen and wet.”

Struggling through the haze of
euphoria, my sex still pulsing and quivering around his fingers, I looked down
between my legs. I was shocked to see him lowering his head over my pussy. When
he licked my clit, circling the sensitive flesh, I responded on instinct.

My thigh clamped up on the side of
his head, locking him in place. “Ohmygod,” I mumbled.

Removing his fingers, he was
undeterred as he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side to reveal the
delicate kernel. He continued to pile my clit with determined strokes. Closing
his knees beneath my ass, he pushed me higher against his ardent mouth.

I couldn’t hold back the second
orgasm that came crashing down on me as I pumped my sex against his tongue.

With a final lick, he lifted his
head and pinned me with his heated gaze. “I do believe I’ve discovered the one
thing that smells and tastes better than Gino’s lasagna.”

My laughter came out broken as I
floated back to earth after the mind-boggling orgasms.

Helping me up, he kissed me slowly
and allowed me to taste my own savory essence.

“Um, I taste good on you,” I
whispered. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I cupped his cock. With my
fingers, I felt along the encased length.

He groaned. His deft fingers
unbuttoned my blouse. “I think we need to get you out of some of this before we
damage any more of your clothes.”

Pushing up from his lap, I placed my
feet to the floor with his hands at my hips steadying me. Stepping to the side,
I undid the cuffs of my blouse and then allowed the gauzy material to flutter
to the floor.

Staring into his face, I enjoyed
seeing the heat in his gaze as he watched me disrobe. When I finally wiggled
out of my clinging skirt, he whistled.

His gaze roamed slowly over my body,
taking in my thick curves as well as the magenta S
atin and Eyelash Lace Corset
I was wearing. I bit into the side of my bottom lip trying to control my smile.
I had a huge addiction to sexy underwear. Finding a store that catered to
full-figured women was like finding a piece of Belgian chocolate after being on
a diet for six weeks.

“Wow. I love it when a woman has a
hot body to go with her pretty face and brains.” He winked at me.

I let the smile stretch my mouth,
liking how much he admired my curves and my intelligence. Still keeping my
heels on, I stepped out of my clothes around my ankles and leisurely turned,
like a model on the catwalk, revealing the back to him.

“Oh, doll, if I’d known…” His voice
drifted away.

I glanced at him over my shoulder
with a sexy, pouty look.

The heat of his body caressed mine
as he rose behind me, stroking the bare skin of my ass, left uncovered by the
g-string resting between the crease of my cheeks. I leaned back into him.

“The things I could think about
doing to your lush ass if we had the time, Kalan.” His words were husky and
rough, like he’d drunk a shot of whisky and the potency caught him off guard.

Knowing I did that to him made me
high off the power of my sexuality. Grinding my ass against his firm cock, I
said, “I guess we have something to look forward to next time.”

That was the most I would admit to
let him know that I wanted more than this one night.

He growled. Turning me around, he
laid a fierce kiss on my mouth. Pulling away, he said, “Don’t awaken the bear,
honey, unless you’re ready for the beast.”

My heart raced at his words. I
wanted to experience that part of Aaren, unleashed. “Don’t make promises unless
you’re ready to keep them.” I palmed his sex and squeezed, not waiting for him
to respond.

He groaned.

Satisfied he understood that I was a
grown woman that could handle anything he wanted to give me, I said, “Please
tell me you have a condom.”

Before things went further, I wanted
to make sure we would both be protected. I wanted kids bad, just not by an
accident in the heat of passion.

“A condom.” Reaching into his back
pocket, he removed his wallet. “I feel like a teenage boy. Having sex in
clandestine places with my lucky condom,” he joked.

I laughed, feeling the same way. I
was never this wild and spontaneous unless I’d been with a guy for a few
months.

He slipped the condom out from
behind his driver’s license. He held the gold square before me then tossed it
and his wallet on the table.

“Now, I can proceed. I believe it’s
your turn.” I lowered myself to my knees. “Let me help you out of these pants.”

His belt and fastenings were no
match for my nimble hands. Soon, I had his slacks and black boxer briefs around
his ankles. I gasped at the sight of his hard dick before me. The coarse brown
hair was trimmed low around it. Eyeing his girth, I understood why he used
three fingers on me; he was preparing and stretching me to take his cock.

Wrapping my fingers around the
shaft, I practically sighed at the feel of the steel warmth I held. It seemed
like I’d dreamed about this so long that if I had not had two orgasms brought
on by Aaren’s hands I would think I was asleep.

I taunted him stroking his thick
length from base to crown. Leaning forward, I glided my tongue over the top and
collected the pearl bead resting there, tasting him. Gazing up at him, I moaned
aloud.

Silent, he combed my hair back from
my face.

Still pumping his cock, I watched
his lids lower and shield the passion in his dark gaze.

Wasting no more of our time, I
swirled my tongue around the crown. Around and around I went, just long enough
until he got used to the rhythm and pattern. When his eyes closed, I inhaled,
relaxed my throat like I was prepared to hit a soprano note and deep throated
him.

“Shit. Ah, fuck.” The words broke
from his mouth, raspy and loud. His hand fisted in my hair.

I felt the sting to my scalp and
took it as a sign of his overwhelming pleasure. I still needed the hand around
the lower half of his cock. He was way too much man for me to swallow. Not
letting up, I worked my throat as if I were swallowing then caressed the
underside of his dick with a wave of my tongue.

His other hand rose and cupped the
side of my face.

Hollowing my cheeks against his palm
as I sucked hard, I grabbed his firm ass with my free hand. Pushing against the
tight glut, I showed him what I wanted.

Taking my cue, Aaren started
thrusting into my mouth.

I hummed my pleasure, allowing the
sound to vibrate around his sensitive skin.

When his grip tightened on me, I
began bobbing my head in tempo as he pumped his cock deep in my mouth. Like a
perfect harmony, we brought him to the point his thighs were quivering against
me. I wanted to take him over the cliff into ecstasy, but he pulled away.

“Enough, sweetheart. I’m ready to
put that condom to use.”

Releasing him, I licked my lips.
They felt swollen and raw. Not only from the act I just performed, but his
kisses too.

“Come here, beautiful.” He assisted
me to my feet.

Standing before him, I was still
four inches or more shorter than him in my heels. Grabbing his shirt, I
unbuttoned it and helped him remove it then pulled his undershirt over his
head. Leaning forward, I placed kisses all over his broad chest. “You are one
sexy man.”

“A horny man.” Swatting my ass, he
stepped around me and grabbed the condom from the table. Quickly tearing the
corners of the foil with his teeth, he donned the moist sheepskin in seconds.

Starting to unhook my garter straps,
he placed his hand over mine halting my movements.

“Leave them on.”

“Okay.”

Lacing his fingers with mine, he
walked me back to the couch and guided me into a kneeling position. Pressing
his lips to the shell of my ear, he said, “You may want to hang on to the arm,
brace yourself.”

Smiling at him over my shoulder, I
situated by body so that I was facing the side of the furniture and dipped my
back low to lift my ass high. A frisson of heat ignited in my core and sizzled
up my spine. This was one of my favorite positions. I always enjoyed the deep
hard thrust a man could give in this angle, hitting me in all the right places.

 Aaren climbed up behind me and took
hold of my inside leg and brought it up to the back of the couch. The side of
my knee and the lower half of my leg rested along the top, my shin pressed
against the cool wall behind the couch.  I was open, exposed to him.

“Perfect.” One of his hands caressed
my bare shoulder and moved down the laces along the back of my corset until he
reached my ass.

“Are you enjoying your view?” I
wiggled under his touch.

“Definitely.” Leaning down, he
kissed one ass cheek then the other. Taking hold of the string of my panties,
he pulled it to the side then began pressing the thick head of his cock into my
sex.

“Oh, goodness.” I sighed with
pleasure as my wet pussy opened greedily to take in his thickness.

He slipped out and then worked
himself deeper inside of me.

My sex still seemed too tight to
receive all of him, even with his earlier priming. The large size of his dick
was a testament to his endowment. Relaxing my walls, I pressed back on his
length as he pushed in then flexed around him.

I moaned.

He groaned.

Three more thrusts and he was
finally buried fully inside of me.

Laying his chest along my back, he
slipped an arm around my waist as he placed his other hand beside mine on the
arm of the couch. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart. A wet, tight
paradise.”

Lifting a hand, I cupped the back of
his head and turned until I could kiss his sexy mouth. Hearing his words had my
body buzzing toward another orgasm.

Grinding into me, he pressed a
little further. I gasped at the pleasure/pain. Soon, I was in heaven. My nails
dug deep into the side of the material of the couch as he fucked me vigorously.

I didn’t stop kissing him as I rode
his long hard dick. Every time his hips pistoned forward, my pussy was there to
greet him. He stroked me in the perfect spot that curled my toes and had me
panting into his mouth.

“Fuck me harder.” I whimpered
against his lips. I wanted all this man had to give.

“Until you come all over my cock,
Kalan.” Lowering the hand around my waist, he cupped my sex. With a firm
squeeze, he ignited the heat in my clit.

I quivered against him.
I’m so
close.
“Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

His hand slipped under the satin
triangle covering me and began fingering my clit as his thrusts became more forceful,
precise. He hit that spot that made me sing.

Screaming, I called out his name and
the Lord’s as I pleaded with either of them not to let the pleasure stop. I
wasn’t sure if I was being blasphemous or not, but at that moment I knew that I
had not only opened my legs to Aaren but my heart as well. As one orgasm became
two, I knew there wasn’t a possibility that I’d ever be the same after this
night. Aaren had ruined me for all others.