Authors: J. S. Scott
Tory needed to taste him as badly as she needed her next breath. Dropping to her knees, she drew the engorged head into her mouth, sucking softly, running her tongue over him as he groaned his approval. With her hand over the shaft, she sucked as much of his rod as she could take into her mouth. He tasted like desire and she swallowed him with passion.
His hand came to her hair, guiding her head as she moved up and down on his shaft. "Yes. Suck me, Tory. That feels so good. I’ve had wet dreams about having that beautiful mouth on me."
He slid to the floor, growling as he hit the plush carpet. She still had her hand around his shaft and she started to lower her head again, but he swung her around on top of him.
She knew what he planned and she quivered with desire, imagining his hot mouth on her needy pussy. She straddled his face and he grabbed her ass to lower her to his hot, hungry mouth. He tortured her with licks and nips to her inner thighs as his tongue meandered closer to the place that she really needed it. As his tongue licked along her slit, she whimpered. He devoured. She moaned. His tongue and mouth drove her to a level of need she had never experienced. He ate her with a animalistic need, stroking, sucking, swallowing her honey. His tongue branded her as it slid, hard and demanding, over her throbbing, sensitive pussy.
She lowered her head to his cock, needing him to experience the same pleasure that was thrumming through her body. She stroked him hard with her wet, slippery hand and her hot mouth, telling him with every stroke what he was doing to her.
They writhed together like one big, hot flame, their sounds of pleasure entwining just like their needy bodies.
Tory felt his fingers enter her tight, empty channel, filling it with his nimble fingers that stroked her, caressed her sweet spot over and over until she was moaning around his shaft. His tongue laved on her clit as his fingers fucked her possessively, roughly, invading her until she felt herself start to spasm around them.
She kept stroking his cock as she climaxed, moving her hand over him in time with her spasms as she threw her head back and screamed her release. "Luke, Oh my God, Luke."
She was consumed, mindless to anything but the spasms of ecstasy taking over her body. Luke gave her no reprieve. He continued to suckle her, consuming her juices like a man dying of thirst.
She was trembling hard in the aftermath. Dear God. She had never had an orgasm of that intensity. It was glorious…and it was terrifying. She had lost complete control.
She lowered her head, wanting to taste Luke again, wanting him to enjoy the same intense pleasure that he had lavished on her.
But Luke had other plans. He lifted her off of him and pulled her into a hot embrace, his arms encircling her, his mouth hot and wild. He carried her to a big, leather couch, never releasing her mouth while he placed her on the cool material and came down on top of her.
His lips left hers as he covered her and traveled down her neck. "I have to fuck you, Tory. I need to bury myself deep into that sweet, tight pussy." He sounded desperate and wild, his body shaking with need.
She pulled his head back to look him in the eye. His face was flushed and his eyes were nearly feral with desire.
Tory wanted him so badly it was almost painful. She was grinding her pussy against his leg, needing the stimulation, but what she really wanted was his huge cock filling her empty channel, pumping in and out of her with hot intensity. She wanted her fantasy, and she wanted it now.
"Yes, Luke. Please,” she panted and gasped her reply.
He spread her legs and ran his hand possessively over her pussy. He brought his rock hard cock up to her hot, aching opening and plunged hard and fast. One smooth thrust and he was buried inside of her, his balls flush against her ass. She heard him groan and her body quivered, loving the sensation of being stretched and taken.
"Fuck me, Luke," she pleaded as she thrashed and bucked beneath him.
“God, how long have I wanted to hear you say that?” He stroked her in strong, hard thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet pushing on his ass cheeks, urging him to take her as his cock slid in and out of her hungry, dripping flesh. Her body's urgency increased until she could barely stand it any longer. She thrashed and moved against him, sweat making their bodies damp and their skin slide erotically together as they strained toward release.
He pummeled her, grunting as each thrust drove home.
Her orgasm came swift and hard, rocking her body. She hung onto him tightly as she found her release, nearly sobbing as he continued to pump her. She milked his cocked, squeezing his shaft as he came, flooding her deep inside with his hot, steaming release. He let out a tortured groan, grabbing her ass and pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible as he shuddered with relief.
Neither one of them spoke in the aftermath, too stunned to form any words. Luke slipped out of her after several moments and moved beside her, pulling her against his muscular body.
Tory was trying to recover her mind, which she had definitely lost while her body had taken over total control. This man had just given her the most incredible experience of her life. How did one recover after that?
She buried her face in his neck, astounded at her behavior. She had been wanton, uninhibited, crazy. It was totally unlike her, and yet, she knew it was a part of her now, hiding, waiting for another chance to emerge. Who knew that she could be such a naughty librarian? It was a part of her that she never knew existed…until tonight.
"That was....amazing." Luke had finally found his voice and it held a touch of awe and wonder.
"Amazing," she agreed, her voice sounding rough and dazed. Tory felt like there was something more she should say, but she couldn't put it into words. "I didn't take your money, Luke,” she whispered, needing him to believe her.
"I know," he told her in a husky voice as he kissed the top of her head. "Please don’t hate me, Tory…but I was lying.”
"You accused me of being a thief," she cried indignantly as she pulled back to look at his face. "You threatened my job." She started to get up off of the couch but he caught her around the waist and pulled her up tight against him.
"I left the wallet on purpose, Tory. I knew you would find it and call me. I wanted you to call me. Don't get mad. My platinum cards have a lot of credit. I trusted you. A lot." His face was serious, his look sheepish.
"Why?," she huffed. "Just for this? Just for a conquest? I guess it worked."
"Why would I do this for a conquest? That makes no sense, Tory, and you are the most sensible, intelligent woman I know." He looked sincerely confused. "I've been chasing after you for almost a year. This is not about a conquest."
"You asked me out a few times--"
"Twenty eight times. There is only so much rejection a guy can take," he answered with exasperation. "I asked you nearly every Friday. Sometimes I'd skip one if my pride was still damaged. I stopped two months ago altogether, but I couldn't stop the way that I felt. I still wanted you. Seeing you every week nearly killed me."
Her heart flip flopped. Twenty eight times? He seemed to be counting. Had she really turned him down that many times? "Then why did you keep trying?"
"Because I think you’re worth it," he answered sincerely. "Because I couldn't believe what I felt was just me…or I hoped it wasn't just me. I thought we clicked. I thought we could have something special." He sighed. “I took a desperate risk to persuade you…but if you had fought it much longer…this wouldn’t have happened. I’m not into unwilling women.”
She should be pissed off…she really, really wanted to be ticked, but the vulnerable look on his face wouldn’t let her. Tory felt the ice around her heart melt, dissolving in a puddle and absorbing. He was right. The connection had always been there…she had just been too afraid to acknowledge it. She skipped a heartbeat as she asked him, "Do you....do this a lot?" She motioned generally at their naked bodies.
He started to laugh, a full out belly laugh that kept him from answering. He was still chuckling as he caught his breath and replied. "Blackmail a woman for sex you mean? You're the first and the last."
"Sleep around a lot with willing women?"
He caught her eyes and his were filled with honesty as he answered, "I haven't had a date in a year. I couldn’t seem to find anybody else I wanted to go out with except you."
Tory was filled with remorse. She had judged him unfairly. She had assumed that since he was loaded and good looking that he was frivolous and superficial. "I'm sorry."
"For what," he inquired curiously. "I think I'm the guilty party here. I feel like a complete asshole for pushing you so hard."
"I misjudged you. I saw you as trouble and a playboy just because you had money and you were handsome. I just figured you were a "party every night with a different woman" sort of guy." She gave him a mischievous look. "I should know better than anyone not to judge a book by it's cover."
"That would be hard to do since I avoid parties unless I really have to attend. I would rather be home with a good book in my jacuzzi. Unless it's a private party," he told her wickedly, raising one eyebrow.
"How Private?". Her voice was low and soft.
"You and me, naked in the jacuzzi with a good glass of wine. Books are optional." His voice was warm, his tone hopeful.
"Now that sounds like my idea of the perfect party." She shot him a sexy look and she felt the evidence of his desire against her thigh. She pulled his head to hers and as their lips met she murmured, "We can save the books for later."
"Much later," he agreed heartily as he met her embrace.
They got absolutely no reading done for the next several weeks and Tory finally found something that she loved to do just as much as she loved reading.
Maybe even better.
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Lilly Thompson was glad the evening was almost over.
As she dug in her jean pocket to retrieve the money to pay the gas station attendant for her coffee, she rolled her shoulders to release some of the tension from her neck and scapula.
Retrieving the change from her purchase, she tossed it into the cup beside the cash register. Her purse was at the police station and she hated carrying pennies in her pocket.
A quick glance at her watch confirmed she was nearing the end of her shift on a police ride-along, something she wasn't doing for excitement or fun. Three full shifts were required for her Forensics Lab Technician bachelor's program and she was at the tail end of the very last one. It was time that would count towards her apprenticeship hours. After spending so much time in the crime lab, she had thought it might be good to see how things happened out in the field.
It had been a long four years and Lilly was grateful that she would be graduating in a few months. Hopefully she could nab an entry level job at the lab where she was doing her internship so that she could get an apartment in a decent area of town and maybe eat something other than hotdogs or whatever else was on sale at the market. Living the life of a poor student was somewhat brutal, but it would pay off in the end.
Lilly had learned a lot in her three shifts with the Sheriff's Department. She had spent all three evenings with Sergeant Jake Simmons, which could be seen as a blessing or a curse. He was knowledgeable, but he made her a little edgy. Okay…maybe more than a little, she acknowledged to herself as she slowly made her way to the door, stopping to glance at the newspaper headlines before exiting. She was stalling, but it was less time she had to spend confined in a vehicle with Jake.