Paying Her Debt (10 page)

“Yes, Alex….”

Lost in a haze of sensation, Andy fell back on the bed, hands
above her head, clutching the edges of the pillow. She felt his fingers rubbing
along her folds, searching for the wet opening to her quivering pussy. It
didn’t take him long to find, and Andy felt one, then two fingers enter her.

“So tight….”

His fingers moved in time with the lashing of his tongue, and
sensations the likes of which Andy had only fantasized about filled her. Whimpering,
she pushed against his hand, desperate for the aching desire to be filled.
“Please, Alex, please.”

He lifted himself up. Fingers still buried inside her. “Please
what, Andy, what do you want?”

“Fuck me,” she said, using his words.

He smiled and slowly pulled his fingers from her. Standing up, he
undressed swiftly, pulling a small packet from his pocket as he did so, and
Andy’s eyes widened as he stood in front of her… like some sort of Greek
fucking God.

His body was as magnificent as she’d known it would be, all hard
muscles covered in a dusting of curly black hair. And his cock, the ache
intensified as her eyes found it. Long and thick it seems to pulse in front of
her, hardening even farther.

“Oh God….”

“I’m going to fuck you all night long, Andrea. I’m going to make
you scream until you’re hoarse.”

And she nodded, the ache becoming unbearable, because she didn’t
doubt that he would.

* * * *

Alex took his cock in his hand and pumped it in front of her. Her
eyes widened even farther, her mouth falling open. He’d have liked nothing
better to feel those lips around him, but mindful of her split lip Alex decided
to leave that particular pleasure for another time. Besides he was desperate to
get inside of her. He could taste her on his lips still, the delicate scent
that was all Andy, and it was driving him crazy.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, continuing to rub his cock. She
complied immediately, her legs shaking in front of him.

Undoing the wrapper, he pulled a condom free and rolled it over
his stiffened cock. Then, settling between her creamy thighs, Alex gripped the
base of his shaft and guided it towards her pussy. She writhed beneath him, and
even before he entered her he could feel her wetness dripping on his head.
Gritting his teeth, he plunged his cock in and almost came right there and then
from the sensation. God, she was tight. As tight as he’d suspected. He doubted
she’d had even a handful of men in her time.

She moaned as he withdrew and moaned again as he filled her.

“Faster,” she whispered. “Please, Alex, faster.”

Hands either side of her body, he increased the speed. Sliding in
and out of her sopping pussy, again and again. His balls ached form the
pressure, the need to come overwhelming him.

Not before she does….
Leaning back on his haunches, Alex
wrapped one of her legs around his shoulder, opening her up to him. She
screamed as he fucked her as deep as he possibly could, his finger rubbing her
clit in fast little motions. “Come for me, Andy, let that pussy milk me.”

“I don’t… I can’t…” she moaned.

He slammed his cock in, their bodies slapping against one
another, whilst his other hand found a nipple and squeezed. In tandem, he
rubbed, squeezed, and plunged. All the while gritting his teeth to hold back
the orgasm that was overwhelming him.

“Alex!” she screamed. “I think I’m going to….” And then her whole
body pulsed around him. He could feel her tight little pussy squeezing him,
wetness dripping over his fingers and his cock, and in that moment he could
hold back no more. He let out a guttural yell as his own orgasm exploded. His
hot cum filling the condom, on and on.

Spent he lay against her, breath ragged, pants filling the
silence.

 “Oh my God,” she whispered.

He couldn’t help but agree.

Chapter
Sixteen

Andy found herself humming as she got dressed, an odd little tune
she hadn’t remembered in ages. She felt wonderful. No more than that, she felt
amazing. Who knew orgasms could feel like that?

Smiling as she tied her shoes, Andy thought again about
Alexander’s tongue on her clit. She’d never imagined such sensations, and his
cock? She shivered. Whoever said size didn’t matter had lied. Alex’s was long
and thick and filled her completely, giving her an orgasm the likes of which
she’d never felt before. She recalled the strange flutterings she’d felt with
Pete. They didn’t even compare and Andy found herself wondering if they’d even
been orgasms. It didn’t matter now. She’d never see Pete again, whilst Alex….

Picking up the brush, Andy admitted that she was beginning to
reconsider her “one time only” idea. Already, only a few hours since Alex had
left her sated in the bed, Andy craved him again.

His complete lack of embarrassment or apology helped. He’d
dropped a kiss on her forehead, stroked down her arm, and smiled. Then he’d left
to do whatever he’d been planning before she’d awoke. “Later, kitten,” he
promised, and Andy clenched at the thought.

Would it be so wrong to spend a little more time with him? To give
into the ache she could already feel building? Yes, it was true that he’d sort
of blackmailed her into bed but Andy knew that she’d never have gone along with
it if she didn’t want him back. If anything Alex’s stupid statement about “paying
her debts” had given her the freedom to do what she’d wanted to do since he’d
picked up her tampon.

She couldn’t be his mistress of course. She had a real job to do
but maybe they could see each other now and then? Like fuck buddies? And yeah,
the emotion issue was still a problem, but maybe it was time to toughen up?
After all, where had being sappy gotten her in the past? Nowhere is where. Nowhere
besides a pile of debts, an aching back, shit sex, and a battered heart.

Alex fired her, blackmailed her, and ridden rough shed over all
her protests—if she remembered that she’d be able to keep a tight lid on any sappiness,
wouldn’t she? She could enjoy his amazing bed skills and astonishing orgasms.
Already after only one her entire outlook was more positive. The niggling ache
in her back was gone, even her ribs stopped hurting, and her lip—she ran a
finger along it—was healing nicely—would be as good as new before the week was
out. More than that, Andy felt so relaxed. Sure the debts niggled at her. Didn’t
they always? But for once, they’d faded to a sort of background hum rather than
a prominent scream.

Tying her hair into a swift braid, Andy imagined returning to the
suite after she finished work. Alex would probably be in bed, waiting for her.
Could she be bold enough to crawl into bed and ride him? God knows she’d always
wanted to try it. Images filled her head, and Andy shuddered.

She grabbed her bag and set off to the suite door, filthy
thoughts filling her mind. Alex burying his head between her legs again. Alex pinching
her nipples. Alex making her take his cock into her mouth, filling her throat
with cum. Where such wanton ideas came from Andy didn’t know but she wanted to
do all those things with him and more….

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Andy turned to see Alex leaning against the sitting room
doorframe. His trousers hung low on his hips. His shirt open to reveal his
tanned chest. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and his inky hair in slight
disarray, Andy sighed. He was so fucking handsome. She wanted to sink to her
knees and beg him to fuck her mouth.
He’s turning you into a total whore.
Why did that thought excite her? Surely she should be outraged?

“To work.”

He growled. “Andy. Did you not understand the whole mistress
thing?”

Raising one eyebrow, Andy shot him a dark look. “I said I didn’t
want to be your mistress.”

“Your mouth did, kitten, but your body didn’t. Not when I was
balls deep in it.”

Andy blushed, heat travelling all over her body. “I’m not
mistress material.”

He stalked forward, and Andy’s pussy drenched her pants.
Fuck
.

“You will be. Another few days in my bed, and you’ll never want
to leave it,” he said. “Be honest with me, kitten, are you saying you don’t
want me to take you again?”

Decision time
. Andy clutched her bag and tried to think
around the arousal clouding her mind. Once had not been enough. She could admit
that. She wanted him again, wanted to feel his thick length pounding into her.
And, though it embarrassed her to admit it, she wanted to try all the things
with him she’d never got to with Pete. Alex would give her, do to her whatever
she wanted—Andy simply knew that to be true. But mistress? No, she was as set
on that as she had been earlier. Andy could not be a kept woman, absolutely
not. But there was nothing at all stopping her from being his lover. Other
women did it. Other woman took men for just one night. Why couldn’t she do it
too? Playing the girlfriend had done nothing but make her unhappy. Maybe it was
time to play the vamp?

“I do want you to,” she said and blushed.
Fucking hell, Andy,
vamps don’t blush!
Clearly it was going to take a bit of practice.

“Then get back into the bedroom.”

“I have work to do, Alex.”

“Yes you do. On your back with your legs wide open.”

Jesus Christ.
Somewhere, underneath the thick arousal pumping
through her body, Andy thought she should feel indignant. After all, Alex was
talking to her like some sort of slut. But she didn’t feel that at all, she
felt empowered and sexy and wanton. It was a heady combination.

“Or maybe on top riding me?” he asked, and Andy’s nipples turned
to rock under her top.

He smiled, a wicked, predatory sort of smile and Andy clutched
her bag even tighter.
You have to go to work Andy, work, work.
But maybe
just for once, for the first time in a whole year, she could take the night
off?  She had been assaulted, was still a little tender. The money loss would
be a problem but maybe for one night she could forget the debts, and the
constant toil. She could just sink into Alex’s arms and have more explosive
orgasms.
Just this one time….

Quivering slightly, Andy dropped her bag. He stalked the final
distance between them and took her into his arms, lifted her up, wrapping her
legs around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get
out of bed again. In fact now that I think about, Andrea, that seems the most
sensible thing to do.”

“What? Leave me sated so I can’t move?”

He nodded.

“This is just for tonight, Alex,” she insisted. “Tomorrow I go
back to my own place and back to work. I only have the one job now, you know. I
can’t afford to lose that, too.”

He laughed and squeezed her ass. “You need another job, I’ll give
you one.”

Nuzzling his neck, she smiled. “On my back? Didn’t I already turn
that down?”

In reply he took her into the sitting room and dropped her on the
sofa, before stripping his shirt off. “Tell me what you want, Andy.”

“I want….” Dear God was she brave enough to say it? To ask him to
do what she’d always fantasized about?

“Tell me,” he encouraged. “There is nothing between us that is off
limits, okay? If it pleases you then it will please me.”

Andy clenched her hands. “I thought a mistress was supposed to
pleasure her man however he asks?”

“But you’re not my mistress, Andy,” he reminded her. “You turned
me down. Right now we’re lovers, and I need to keep you so satisfied you never
want to try and sneak off to work again.”

 “Then I want to taste you.”

He unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It sprung out, so
thick, so hard, and Andy swallowed in anticipation. “Say it how you’ve thought
it,” he said.

Come on, Andy. This is what you want—tell him!
Be the
vamp you’ve always wanted to be.
“I want you to fuck my mouth. Fuck it and
fill me with your cum.”

“Your lip?”

“Is fine.”

“And these?” He palmed his balls, a drop of pre-cum forming on
his head.

“I want to lick those, too.”

Eyes blazing with heat, Alex stepped out of his trousers, showing
her everything she wanted. “Your wish, sleeping beauty, is my command.”

Chapter
Seventeen

Alex gritted his teeth as Andy took him in her hand. She looked
so shy, so hesitant, yet underneath all of that Alex could see a determination
in her eyes, an excitement which said quite clearly that she wanted to do this.
Wanted it and was planning to have it.

The thought excited him like nothing else. She’d surprised him at
all turns. Refusing his offer to become his mistress, allowing him to fuck her,
and now, to do this? It was all Alex could do not to come there and then,
before she’d even so much as sucked him.

Slowly, her hand curled around his girth, fingers not even
meeting. She pumped his cock up and down, just like he had in front of her,
before reaching out and running her tongue over his tip.

“You taste all salty,” she said.

“You don’t like it?”

She shook her head. “No, I like it a lot. I want to feel all of
it, Alex. I want you to come down my throat.”

If possible, Alex hardened even more at her words. His little
kitten had a dirty streak, one he suspected she was just discovering. He felt
so fucking lucky.

“Take me into your mouth,” he told her.

She did leaning forward before wrapping her pouty little lips
around him. The feel of that mouth was amazing, and Alex clenched his fists,
desperately trying for control.

She bobbed her head up and down, not able to take more than an
inch of him in. It was enough. He could feel her little tongue sweeping across
his slit, whilst her mouth caressed his tip. He rocked his hips back and forth,
pushing a little bit more in each time. She groaned around him and reached out
to cup his heavy sacks.