On Fire (3 page)

“Dean!” I cried out, coming almost
immediately. I convulsed against his mouth, letting the smooth flow
of hot release control my movements.

My hands tangled into his hair, but there was
no need. He didn’t make any effort to pull away. If anything Dean
seemed determined to consume every drop of cum that fell onto his
tongue.

I barely caught my breath when Dean rose to
his feet and picked me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around
his waist and my arms around his neck, nuzzling my nose against the
side of his neck as he walked us to his bedroom. “That was worth
waiting for,” I breathed into his ear, very conscious of my naked
breasts against his chest.

“I’m glad you think so,” he replied, lowering
us down onto his bed. He kissed me passionately, running his hands
up my sides to my breasts. I could feel his hard cock slide
naturally between my legs, teasing the entrance to my sex with
brushes of heat..

I turned my head, breaking the kiss. “I want
you inside me,” I whispered, arching my hips. “Fuck me, Dean,
please
!” If I sounded desperate, I didn’t care. I reached
between our bodies with the intention of taking control of the
moment when he surprised me by grabbing my wrist.

He yanked my arm up over my head and pinned
it down on the bed. Then did the same thing to the other. I was
totally helpless and at his mercy, and could do nothing more then
squirm beneath him. After a few seconds I realized I wasn’t getting
anywhere, and stopped, slightly out of breath. Dean was smiling
down at me, totally enjoying his power over me. I moaned and closed
my eyes when his cock throbbed strongly against my pussy.

As if to tease me more he took both wrists
into one of his hands, and trailed his fingers lightly down my
body. The caress turned into a tickle and all I got for my attempt
at squirming away was a husky chuckle.

“Ticklish?”

“No,” I lied.

Dean reached between us and took his cock in
his hand. I was so hungry for him to end my torture that I arched
sharply, hoping to impale myself. Laughing, he rubbed my clit
gently, causing me to whimper. Round and round he went, using the
head of his cock. It didn’t matter that I’d already climaxed once,
in no time Dean was pulling another one from my hungry,
love-starved body. As it spiraled, spiked, and crested he filled my
convulsing cunt with one powerful, lunge.

“Aaagghhhhh! You don’t play fair!” Multiple
orgasms at the same time? I couldn’t believe it, and yet, I swear
it was happening. No sooner had one orgasm hit me than a second
followed, and my constricting muscles were milking his cock.

“Damn,” Dean grunted. He shuddered against
me.

“That’s what you get for teasing me.” I
managed to get out between pants.

He began thrusting, slow and easy like he
liked it.

“I wonder what it would take to make you lose
control,” I joked.

He looked into my eyes, the beautiful brown
in his reminded me of melting chocolate . “You want me to lose
control?”

Did I?
I had to admit Dean’s slow and
easy technique was intensely pleasurable. A welcome change from a
guy who couldn’t take the time to enjoy his partner, me, by making
sure he saw to my needs, too. Dean was the opposite to what I was
used to, and it occurred to me that I’d been hanging out with the
wrong kind of men.

As he continued to thrust I was astonished to
realize another orgasm was building. Each time he raised his hips
and thrust downward, directly over my aching clit. The pleasure was
almost more than I could bear. I let my hands travel over his
shoulders, and down his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath my
caress. Dean was in prime condition, everything hard and tight,
including his butt. My exploration took me over those enticing
moons, down the backs of his thick thighs, and back up again.

“I like touching you,” I admitted out loud. I
turned my face and licked his neck. “I like tasting you.” I bowed
my hips to meet his every thrust. “I like having your cock deep
inside me.” He grunted. I bit down gently on his shoulder. He
grunted some more. I smiled. “I’ve never had sex with a man who’s
given me four orgasms.”

He pulled back and our eyes met. “Four?”

“Yes!” I hissed, feeling another one roll
through my body in one, long, and sensuous wave. I was helpless
against it as it consumed by whole being, my soul. “Aagghhh!” I
cried out, convulsing uncontrollably.

At the most intense moment of my climax Dean
began to pick up speed. His well aimed thrusts were designed to
give my orgasm longevity, while he sought his own release. He was
powerful in his possession. His square-jawed expression was set
like stone, the fire in his eyes singed me, his nostrils flaring as
he pistoned in and out of my pussy. Soon he was shoving his cock
inside me one last time, going as deep as he could, and grunting
with his release.

“Oh, fuck, aaagggghhh!”

I closed my eyes, feeling ribbons of cum
spray my insides. Dean was still holding my arms pinned above my
head, and there was nothing I could do other than enjoy his body
grind and shudder against mine. Gradually his movements slowed, and
his sounds of gratification silenced into heavy breaths. He
released my wrists and slowly collapsed, resting his forehead
against mine.

Our eyes met and clung. “I kind of like slow
and easy,” I teased against his lips.

He smiled against my mouth. “Anyone can do
hard and fast.” He began rubbing his nose against mine. “Slow and
easy gives us time to appreciate what we’re exploring and touching,
what we’re doing to one another. It sharpens our sensations.”

I couldn’t agree more. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and arched my lower body against him, enjoying
Dean’s weight on me. As his cock diminished in size he gradually
slipped out of me, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that I
couldn’t begin to understand. I’d finally gotten the man I’d been
wanting and dreaming of, and I didn’t want it to end. Was it too
much to hope for that this was a beginning of something more?

“You’re quiet.”

I laughed softly. “You should talk. We’ve
been passing each other in the hallway for two weeks and you’ve
barely said a dozen words to me.”

Dean pulled back slightly. “I ignored you for
a reason,” he said, surprising me. “I’ve been in training since I
moved here. I couldn’t afford to get involved with anyone until
that part of my life was over. I’d already planned on making a move
on you when the time was right.”

“So, your training is over now?”

He shook his head. “I have three more days,
but the fire in your apartment kind of sped things up.”

“I’m lucky you happened along when you did. I
didn’t smell a thing.”

He nodded his agreement. “I took the liberty
of letting the office know for you. I have a feeling they’re in for
a big expense with updating the electrical for the complex.”

“I need to call Shelly, too.”

“Later.” Dean rolled to the side, pulling me
with him as he went. I ended up on top of him.

His kiss was passionate and toe-curling, and
I could feel his cock hardening between my thighs. A little
wiggling and I was able to position my pussy directly over it. He
groaned deep, and bowed his hips, grinding his hard-on against me.
Moaning simultaneously, our mouths slanted one way and then the
other, as we tried to consume each other in a wet kiss that turned
rough with need.

Dean tangled his fingers into my hair and
pulled my head back. Our gazes held, filled with renewed desire,
and then he was looking over my face, and down my neck and chest to
my breasts. It didn’t take much persuasion on his part for me to
shift up his body far enough so that he could suck my nipples. As
soon as his hot mouth closed over my breast I felt a heavy wetness
release in my cunt. My whimper was as much from that delicious
feeling to what Dean was doing to me.

“God, you have nice tits,” Dean rasped as he
deserted one breast to move on to the other. “The other day when I
passed you out by the pool, all I could think of on the way to work
was what your nipples would taste like. I had to sit in the car
until my hard-on went away.”

His confession thrilled me. The whole time he
was sucking and tonguing my nipples my loins were grinding against
his erection. “I’ve had a few naughty thoughts about you, too,” I
admitted, pulling my breasts away when I sat up. Desire burned hot
in his eyes, as he ran his gaze over my body. When his hands went
to my hips I instinctively knew what he wanted. He picked me up
without any trouble, and lowered me gently down his cock. We both
released sounds of satisfaction.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

I began to move, and it occurred to me that I
was the one with control at that moment. I rode Dean slowly at
first, savoring the fullness inside my body. After this I knew Mr.
Big would never be enough to satisfy me again. As I sat back and
braced my hands on his thighs for support, his hands played with my
breasts. I dropped my head back, knowing my long hair would brush
against his balls and upper thighs.

“Holy fucking shit!”

I smiled triumphantly, hearing the weakness
in his ragged tone. “You like that?”

“What do you think?” he rasped.

I picked up speed, and smoothed my palms up
his torso and defined chest. His nipples were already hard so I
leaned forward and tongued them. I moved to sit back when his hand
clenched into my hair and he pulled me down for a long wet
kiss.

“I could kiss you all night,” I admitted when
he let me move away.

“That’s good because you’re not going
anywhere tonight.”

I liked the sound of that. “I’d like to get
to know you better.”

He laughed. “Better than this?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Aaaaagghhh!” He groaned and closed his eyes
when I adjusted my movements and speed. I reached behind me and ran
my fingers over his balls. His thighs quivered. I watched the
changes that came over his expression, revealing far more than any
words.

Ohmygod!
It was amazing how much his
cock swelled even more while inside me. How hard and hot it felt.
Dean reached forward and began to manipulate my clit. I caught my
breath, as lust like I’d never known slammed through me and I
started to move faster and wilder. After a while nothing else
mattered but coming.

“Oh, God, yes! Right there. That’s the
spot!”

“Come for me, baby,” he coaxed, pinching my
clit. His hips left the bed as he buried his dick as deep as it
would go. “Oh, shit!”

I cried out, squeezing my muscles around his
cock as tight as I could. Until he groaned, stiffened, and lost
control. I climaxed soon after, and we clung to each other as wave
after wave of pleasure engulfed us and finally diminished into tiny
ripples.

“Hungry?” Dean asked sometime later.

“Not any more,” I murmured in a satisfied
tone.

His laughter was full and hearty. “I meant
for food.”

Oh.
“Starved,” I answered.

He rolled out of bed and held out his hand. I
grabbed it and let him pull me to my feet. “How about some left
over chicken and potato salad?”

I found myself in his arms. “Sounds good to
me.”

He smiled and kissed me briefly on the lips.
“Good. You call Shelly while I fix us a plate.” His hands caressed
and squeezed my ass. “After that we’ll get better acquainted over a
bottle of wine.”

I
really
liked the sound of that! I
was finally where I wanted to be, well, for at least the last two
weeks. Dean’s confession of why he’d waited before approaching me
told me what kind of man he was, and so far I liked everything
about him. Neat, clean, focused, a generous lover, I suddenly
realized I’d discovered a lot about him in a short time.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked.

I smiled when his cock began to harden
against me. Apparently he had a healthy sex drive, too. Nothing to
complain about. “I was just thinking I’d like that, too.” I
playfully bumped my pussy against him. He bumped back, and we both
groaned, falling back onto the bed.

We didn’t make it to the kitchen until much
later.

The End

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Did you miss book 1 of my Serve and Submit
Series,
Pulled Over
?

What starts out as a normal afternoon drive
home for Sunny turns into a steamy encounter between her and a cop
after she's pulled over for an expired tag, and burned-out
taillight. She can't afford a ticket. What's a girl to do?

****

Be on the look-out for book 3,
Under
Cover
on May first!

Vacationing in England, Lucie and her friends
are finally at Buckingham Palace. What starts out as a harmless
tease in front of one of the stone-faced, unmoving palace guards
soon turns into the real thing when he hunts her down to finish
what she started!