The Beginning of Us (242 page)

Slade

I slowly loosen my hand from her wrists, but don’t let go.

Fuck. What is she doing to me?

When she said she wanted me to fuck her, I knew I was in trouble. I wanted to,
badly
, but I couldn’t do that to her. I want more from her than just a one night drunk fuck; I just don’t know how to explain that to her.

I could feel how tight her body was; she needed a release, so I gave her one. Now I’m afraid that was a bad idea because my body wants her. No, needs her. The way she was panting and moving her hips underneath me... I knew if I let her get her hands on me I wouldn’t be able to stop her, or myself for that matter. I never thought she would get so turned on from it. In the process, it made me want to control her every move. She made me want to release something I never knew I had. Then, when she bit my lip...Jesus Christ! It took everything I had to not ram my cock into her and show her she was mine. That I could possess her body in a way no one else could.

I like knowing I have control of situations. That’s also a reason why I have stayed single all this time. I have seen too many friends lose drive and desire for what they want to pacify some demanding bitch. It also plays a factor as to why I am a lawyer. There’s no better high than going into a courtroom, with the odds against you, to dominate and conquer.

When it comes to sex, I’ve always had a go with the flow kind of attitude. Willing to try anything and everything, but I’ve never restrained a woman in any way. I always thought there was nothing sexier than a woman who knows what they want. I didn’t mind sitting back and watching a girl show me what she likes or tell me how she wants it. A woman massaging her breasts while I eat her out is hot. I enjoy watching as they pleasure themselves while I also pleasure them. A woman massaging her clit while I fuck her pussy is even hotter!

So I thought…

Nothing is hotter than her letting me have complete control of her. I started losing control of my own thoughts since the first time I talked to her on the phone. I’ve lost all control of fucking everything since then. But as I held her down, I had my control back. I don’t want her pleasuring herself. I want to be the only reason she lets out a moan, a whimper, a gasp. I want her to only feel
my
touch.

She loved it just as much as I did. Her pussy was dripping for me, and it stroked my ego every time a noise came out of that perfect mouth of hers, knowing the only reason for that sound was because of me.

I remove my fingers from inside of her and place them in my mouth. “So fucking sweet.” I want to bury my head between her thighs and fuck her pussy with my tongue until she orgasms again, but there is plenty of time for that. She isn’t going to go anywhere.

She is mine!

I get up and straddle her again as her body continues to shake. Her small frame is shaking, her chest rising and falling, her lips parted slightly. She is a sight to look at. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

She opens her eyes to look up at me. “Sorry for what?” Her voice is very quiet.

I bring her wrists up to my lips and start to kiss them. “For hurting you. I didn’t mean to squeeze them that tight.” I look down at her little wrist in my hands, bruised with red marks.

“Don’t be sorry.” She blushes, and I can tell she liked it. I liked it too. She wiggles her hips a bit, and I know she feels my hard dick. Her eyes close a little getting that look of want in them. I have to do something, and fast.

“Hang on.” I run to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. I walk back over to the bed and gently clean her as she lies there, looking at me.

I toss the washcloth to the side and reach out, helping her to stand. She stands up and pulls her shorts back into place. “What about you?’’ She grabs my hand after I button and zip up my pants.

Fuck!

“What about me?” I croak out. Please don’t let her be thinking what I’m thinking. I only have so much restraint.

“Well...” She looks down at the floor. “Don’t you want me to…do something for you?” She looks back up at me, blushing.

“Uh...” I run a hand through my hair. “That’s not a good idea.”
It’s a fantastic idea!
No, no it’s not.

She steps up to me, her chest against mine. Her heart is racing, and she looks nervous, but determined, and it tugs at my self-control. I’ve never been known to have any, and it is killing me.

She places both of her hands flat on my chest, and starts guiding me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed. I sit down and place my hands on her hips as she comes to stand between my legs.

“You don’t want me?”

I dig my fingers in her hips and pull her closer to me. Christ, can she not feel how much I want her? I only have one plausible excuse I can use.

“You’re drunk.”
Her tits look perfect.
Without thinking, I reach up and run the pads of my fingers slowly over the top of them. They’re just as smooth as the rest of her skin. I realize what I’m doing and snatch my hand away, placing them back on her hips. I look up at her face, and the naughty smile she has tells me she’s not buying that lame drunk bullshit either.

“So, you’re telling me you’ve never messed around with someone while they were drunk?” She lifts an eyebrow. Is she challenging me?

“Well...” I try to think of a way to bullshit myself out of this situation, but before I can, she is kissing me. Her kiss is raw, yet full of passion. I can feel the want she has for me, and I want her just as much. I let my hands glide down to her ass, cupping each cheek in a hand. Her hands twist in my hair. Fuck, I love how she touches me, like she can’t get enough of me. Her touch is like fire and ice, sending chills down my body while boiling my insides.

She pulls back and whispers against my lips, “Please, Slade. Let me taste you.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

That is the hottest thing I had ever heard. How can I tell her no? How can I tell myself no? I want this just as much as she does. My hands are still on her ass, so I move them to my jeans so I can unbutton them.

“No, let me.”

As she begins to unzip my pants, a million thoughts go through my head.

What the fuck am I doing?

How will I keep myself from just picking her up, throwing her body on the bed, and having my way with her?

How will I stop myself from taking her in all of the ways I‘ve imagined?

I’m trying to take this slow. I don’t want her to think I just want to use her, then send her on her way tomorrow.

“Slade?” She pulls me back to her.

“Yes, Angel?” I look up to her face and lift my hand to stroke her cheek with the back of my knuckles. Her skin is so soft that I could spend all night running my hands over it.

“I’ve never done this before.” She looks down, embarrassed.

What? Never done this before? Wasn’t she with that guy for, like, eight months?

I instantly get pissed thinking of her with him. Then the thought crosses my mind that we are about to share something that she has never experienced before. The thought makes me smile. I take a deep breath and look at her, lifting her chin up so those beautiful green eyes are looking into mine.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Angel. I’m glad your first time is with me.” I look down and finish releasing my cock out from behind my pants. She watches me release myself from my jeans, and her eyes grow big as I begin to stroke myself. She licks her lips.

Fuck.

The wait is killing me. I’m so hard for her that it’s painful. “Get on your knees, Angel,” I command, not even recognizing my own voice. It is so rough with need that I sound pained. I have never felt a need of this magnitude. It’s as if I’m dying, and she is my lifeline.

She takes in a big breath, then slowly goes down to her knees. I look down at her, and it makes me feel powerful. She looks so timid, yet she is willing to try something unfamiliar to her just to pleasure me.

“Take my cock in your hand.”

Her eyes go wide, but she does as she’s told. Her touch is soft, like she is afraid she might break me.

“Now put me in your mouth and suck on it, Angel.”
How else do I explain what I want her to do?

She gives a curt nod, bends her head down, and puts me in her mouth. I can tell she is worried she is going to hurt me. She is treating my cock as if it is a piece of glass that will break in her hand. I tangle my hands lightly in her hair and pull her head back.

“Angel,” I say softly, “put your hands behind your back.”

“I—”

She starts to speak, but I don’t let her finish. “Put your hands behind your back and leave them there,” I say as my hands tighten in her hair.

She closes her eyes and lets out a little whimper.
Fuck, she is driving me crazy.
I want to order her to lie flat on the bed as I rip her fucking clothes off and show her what dominating her body really means. I tighten one hand in her hair and grab a hold of my cock with the other. I guide her down, and she wraps her perfect little mouth around me and begins to suck again.

“Fuck!”

It feels so good. She starts to move her tongue around, licking me up and down as I gently rock my hips, just giving her a little more each time. “Ah, that feels so good. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” I still have one hand in her hair, but she is controlling her rhythm. It is slow and soft, leaving me wanting more.

I grab her hair tighter and take over. She moans, and it vibrates all the way down my cock to my balls. My body jerks at the sensation. I throw my head back and close my eyes, feeling her suck me like she needs it.

I don’t want to hurt her, so I slow down a bit. I have to restrain myself. I pull her head back slowly as she runs her tongue up the length of me. I shudder.

“Shit, baby,” I pant.

She moans again and picks up the pace. I grip her hair harder, making her body jerk slightly.

“I’m almost there,” I grit through my teeth, but it only makes her suck me harder. I open my eyes and gaze down at her. Her eyes are closed, her hands still behind her back. I look at my hand in her hair, my cock pumping in and out of her perfect mouth...Fuck, it feels amazing. I can feel my body tensing.

“I’m going to come. You need to...you need to stop...stop, Angel, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.” I don’t want her to stop, but I also don’t want to blow in her mouth if she doesn’t want that.

She responds by lightly grazing me with her teeth, then sucking me hard. I pick up the pace, and my body jerks before coming in her mouth. I come so hard that I feel it in my chest, and it knocks the breath out of me. She continues to suck, swallowing every last drop.

I release her head and fall back on the bed. My heart is beating so fast.
Fuck that was amazing!
My body feels so alive;
she
makes me feel so alive. How can her mouth make me feel this way?

I lean up on my elbows to look at her. She’s still kneeling on the floor with her hands behind her back, but her head is bowed and she’s breathing like she can’t catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” I ask, getting off the bed to kneel down in front of her.

She lifts her head to look at me. Her hair is wild and in her face, so I reach up and brush it back to get a better look at her. Her lips are swollen and red, and I take her face in my hands, giving her a long, soft kiss.

She pulls away, nodding. “Just tired.”

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” Reaching down, I help her to stand. She sways a bit as she stands, and she won’t look at me. Maybe I hurt her, or gave her a headache from pulling too hard on her hair. “Would you like some Tylenol, or a glass of water?” I ask as I help her sit on the bed.

“No, thank you.” She’s looking down at her hands in her lap.

“Would you like a t-shirt to wear to bed?” There is no way I am letting her leave here tonight. I want her in my bed, wrapped under my body as I hold her close to me. I kneel back down in front of her, trying to get her to look at me.