Destructively Alluring (9 page)

Buttons flew onto the couch. Somehow, one even made it onto the coffee table behind her, the sound of it slapping against the surface seeming too loud in the room.

I froze.

Panted.

My head fell back, hitting the couch.

I panted some more and prayed.

“Holy shit,” Demi breathed, her hands landing on my chest and sliding down.

“
Oh, fuck
,” I inhaled sharply, my hips coming off the couch completely.

“That’s fucking sexy,” she continued, tracing my abs and biting her lip.

My trembling hands came up and slowly slid her glasses off. I knew she only needed them to see from afar so I wasn’t worried. Fuck no. I knew she could see me and I wanted her to drink more than her fill. Her glasses landed somewhere behind the couch. The safest place, I assure you. “You’re going to make me fucking explode,” I whispered, tracing her collarbone.

“Am I really?” she asked teasingly, voice breathless, cheeks pink, fingers shy but unerring. They slid down, reaching my belt.

Teasing.

Making me hiss.

She slid her hands back up, taking her sweet time tracing every trembling ab.

I pulled her to me, giving her one more kiss before losing the last of my patience. “Stand up baby,” I breathed across her lips.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, loving that I could see how shaky she was.

How unsteady.

Her breathing somehow got heavier as her eyes followed my every move. I stood up slowly, standing in front of her and looking down into her eyes. I didn’t break eye contact, not even as I untucked my shirt and unbuttoned the single button left on it. The only one that had survived her attack.

I’d barely begun to slide it off when Demi grabbed my face. I tensed, loving the way that she kissed me.

Loving that she wasn’t hesitant in the least.

Take it girl,
I wanted to tell her.
Take everything. Just don’t fucking stop.

I couldn’t tell her, though. I’d been sucked back into her kiss and it was numbing my mind, further inflaming my body, and my emotions were feeling too raw. I threw my shirt off, letting it land somewhere behind me, and grabbed her shoulders. It was hell to break our kiss but completely necessary for my sanity.

I needed her naked. Fucking
now.

I turned her around, smirking at the way she protested.

“Dorian!”

“
Shh
, baby girl. I need you out of this dress,” I soothed, licking a wet path up her shoulder. My hands slid up her waist, stopping briefly to squeeze her tits. Demi melted into me, her back pressed to my front. I let her go, grabbing the top of her dress and pulling. I didn’t stop until I had it sliding off her thighs.

I just ‘happened’ to look down and what I saw had me biting my lip so hard that I tasted blood. Every inch that was revealed was just as sexy as I’d imagined.

Fuck that. It was
more.

My brain could have never come up with the exact details that made up her sexiness. I ran one hand down the curve of her spine. Demi gasped, her back arching at my touch. Her dress fell off, pooling on the floor. Black lace and gauze circled her feet, accentuating the blood red heels still on them.

Wrapped around her perfect bubble-shaped ass were the panties I’d almost torn apart earlier. Black panties with lace that matched her dress. I groaned, palming one ass cheek and bringing her closer.

“Oh God. Dorian, do something.”

“You’re aching for me, aren’t you, baby?” I hissed into her ear, licking and teasing her there. The tips of my fingers brushed lower, dipping between her ass cheeks. Her body was leaking, her sweetness thoroughly covering that pathetic but beautiful excuse for underwear that she was wearing.

Demi leaned into me, the skin of her back hot and perfect against my chest. One of her arms came up around my neck, holding me there as she turned her head. “Kiss me,” she demanded, pressing her ass against my dick.

I moved my hands, one cupping her breast. The fingers of the other hand dug into the flesh of her abdomen and I didn’t need to look to know that red welts were there. My marking had officially begun. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see our reflection in the huge, dark T.V right in front of us. The sight of my much taller form dominating hers from behind was nearly too much.

“Tell me you want me,” I ordered from behind raspy breaths. My eyes bore into hers, determined to see the truth and rip it from her.

“You know I do. Kiss me,” she whispered, tilting her head back on my chest.

I moaned, letting go of her breast and holding her chin. I kissed her with everything I had, my other hand sliding down and cupping her soaked pussy. Demi jerked, moaning so loudly it had me biting her lip too hard. Her pussy throbbed, her muscles jumping and begging that I touch them.

“Dorian, I’m going to go fucking mad if you don’t take me soon,” Demi panted, her eyes clashing with mine in the reflection of the T.V.

I couldn’t keep the cocky smirk that her comment caused off my face. Nor could I stop myself from what I did next. I grabbed her, urging her to bend over and didn’t stop until I had her kneeling.

On the coffee table.

Her pretty little ass was in the air, those panties barely hiding her swollen lips.

Those sinful heels were still on her feet.

Fuck yes.

They would be staying on while I fucked her, of that I had no doubt.

“Look at you,” I growled, running my hand down her back.

Demi moaned, her hair flipping over her shoulder as she turned to stare at me. I locked eyes with her, nibbling my way down her trembling back.

“Stay right there,” I told her, both my hands caressing her sides and sliding over her hips. Demi bit her lip, her thighs shaking, but she managed to do as I said. I fell to my knees behind her. One of her legs was curved upwards, the foot pointing towards the ceiling. I bit my lip, cupping her small ankle and leaning forward to lick it. Every angle on the girl’s body was artistic to me.

I loved every sexy inch. Even the veins that I could see beneath her skin turned me on.

Demi gasped lightly as I snaked my tongue around her ankle. Went lower. I bit down on her calf gently. “Dorian,” she breathed. I was never going to get tired of hearing her moan my name.

Fuck no.

As a matter of fact, my brain was planning a million different ways to keep her saying my name like that.

I leaned closer to her, running my nose up the back and inside of her thigh. Another shocked gasp from Demi. Her muscles tensed. I groaned deep in my throat, nibbling once on her inner thigh.

I bit down too close. When I pulled away, the taste of her had already latched onto my tongue. My hands slapped hard around her ass cheeks, clearly taking Demi by surprise. She twitched, a little sound leaving her. I licked my lips, a beastly sound vibrating behind my clenched teeth.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I hissed, spreading her ass cheeks. I didn’t even give her time to think, just leaned in and buried my face where it’d been dying to be all night.

“God. Wha - fuck, Dorian,” Demi stuttered as I pressed my nose against her throbbing pussy lips. I inhaled deeply, my teeth baring and my mouth watering beyond belief. Her scent shot into me, taking over parts of me that I barely had restrained.

“Dorian, what are you-”

I answered her unfinished question the only way I could. My tongue slid out, lapping at her covered pussy. Demi’s moan was definitely too loud this time. Had anyone else lived on this floor, they definitely would’ve heard.

I fucking loved it.

Reaching down, I pulled her panties to the side, moving back long enough to finally stare at her. Pink, moist lips and a little clit that was made for licking. She was fucking perfect. I’ve said it before and I would never get tired of saying it. Every new inch of skin that she revealed to me was like something straight out of my fantasies.

“You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled, leaning back in and sliding my tongue right into her slit. We both moaned, Demi’s back curving inward as she threw her head back. I licked her, sucking softly on her lips.

I was surprised that she was waxed considering her lack of experience but I wasn’t in the right mind frame to pull back and ask about it.

Hell, no.

I slid the tip of my tongue into her, gasping at how tight she was.

Demi shook, her thighs quivering so hard I had to hold her up with one hand to keep her on the coffee table. A guttural sound left her and then she thrust back against my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, swirling my tongue around her. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my tongue. I need to feel you wrapped around it.” And I thrust my tongue into her, feeling her walls clench down and nearly coming in my pants from it.

“
Ungh. Oh,
Dorian. Yes, fuck yes. That feels so good. Please,” Demi mewled, her hips rotating sexily against my face.

I wasn’t going to last another second. As much as I wanted her to come in my mouth, I wasn’t going to be able to stand one more second of the torture that is her body. I pulled away from her, kissing her ass cheek softly. Demi whimpered needily, making me smile.

“I need you, baby,” I simply said, moving to stand and already undoing my belt. Tempted to find a way to rip my pants, I rushed to get them off. Demi turned, sitting on the coffee table as I slid my pants down.

I’ll never forget the way her eyes fell and widened when my cock bounced free, the tip nearly purple after all it’d been put through tonight.

I got my shoes, socks and pants off. Was about to just jump on her when I remembered that I needed the condoms. Cursing everything around me, I looked for them. Found them right by my feet and bent to pick them back up. When I straightened, Demi’s eyes were still on my dick and she was busy sliding her panties down her legs.

Bless her heart, she kept the heels on.

“I fucking need you,” I announced before I could stop myself. My free hand wrapped around my dick and I couldn’t help but move my fist up and down.

“Oh my God. That’s so…hot,” Demi said, biting that lip. I don’t think she even realized it, but her thighs had spread, heeled feet flat on my carpet. Pussy wet and rubbing against my coffee table. I could see the light reflecting off the juices she was leaving on its surface.

I ripped into the condom box like the barbarian I’d become. My teeth tore the condom wrapper open. Demi’s chest bounced deliciously as I slipped it on and took the two steps back to her. I fell right back on my knees, a part of my brain knowing that I should be a little afraid of how easy it was to kneel like that for her.

Then again, sexy, dripping wet lips were in view and calling my cock. It should be very easy to understand why I’d drop down into hell itself to get to her.

Demi sat up straight, her arms wrapping around my neck. My hands caressed her thighs. I let her pull me closer, moaning at the feeling of her body heat. It hit me tight then, as my dick lay mere inches away from her, that I had her on the coffee table. That if she didn’t speak up now, I was going to
have
her on the table.

“Let’s go to the room,” I managed to choke out because really, it was the very last thing I wanted to do.

Nails scratched, claws digging into my own flesh and leaving marks. I knew it. I loved it. I’d never liked the idea of a woman marking me before.

Then again, I’d never been so debased in my rationality. The human man was breaths away from being gone.

“No,” she said, killing the rational man in me completely. “I want you. Just take me. Here,” she finished, breasts to my chest, breath in my ear, legs spread on either side of me.

I crashed my lips to hers, pulling on them and loving the wet sounds my lips made against hers. Demi pulled me even closer, her legs against my sides.

“You sure?” I panted, pressing my chest against hers and urging her to lean back.

“Tell me you want me,” Demi whispered, back sliding on an arch across my coffee table.

I laughed breathlessly, lifting myself up enough to lean over her. “Isn’t it fucking obvious by now?”

“You know what I mean,” she breathed harshly, those eyes intense and narrowed on me.

I braced myself with one hand on the table, the muscles tensed. I swear, even my veins were shaking from the strain. Reaching down, I grabbed my throbbing cock. “What do you mean, baby? Tell me what you want from me.”

‘Cause I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want. Just ask.

I slid the tip of my dick up her slit as I spoke to her, my voice choking on the end.

Demi moaned, her head falling back momentarily. But she wouldn’t break my stare. Her nails sunk back into my flesh. “You’ve wanted others before me,” she said, voice strained.

I jerked against her. One hand wrapped around her thigh, lifting her leg and wrapping it around me. I bit my lip, right where I need to be now but forcing myself not to move. She wasn’t ready, yet. She needed more from me.

Reassurance.

An admission.

“Never like this,” I breathed, leaning down. The taste of her was sweet. All night I’d been trying to pinpoint it. Not like a fruit but still just as tempting. Unique. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

It was a dangerous thing to confess. Dangerous to admit.

But there you go. It was out in the open.

I kissed her softly. Demi’s hands tickled my back, her touch making my muscles ripple. Neither of us closed our eyes. The urgency to slam through her was still there. Her urgency to suck me in deep was showing in her eyes. Still, neither of us rushed it. There was something bouncing between our stares and as we shared soft kisses, whatever it was gained strength.

“Liar,” Demi had the nerve to breath out while sucking on my bottom lip.

My hand slammed against the coffee table, making us both jump. “I’m not lying,” I ground out, pressing myself right against her entrance.

We hissed. Together. Beautiful; her feminine and my masculine sounds mixing in the air. And it was only sounds. Temptation was beckoning harder than before, showing me exactly what awaited me.