His hips pressed in hard, pinning mine to the wall as his hands left my ass. "Arms up," he barked and I hesitantly raised them, a little worried he would drop me. His hands grabbed the material and ripped it off. His hands closed over my heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading. I leaned back against the wall, using all the strength in my legs to move my hips against him while still holding on tight, feeling his cock part my folds and press against my clit. His head moved forward and lowered toward my neck, kissing up to my ear then licking a trail back down, sinking in his lips and sucking.
I was pretty sure I was going to come just from that.
Wanting to draw it out, I slipped my legs from around his waist, settling them down on the floor for a second to make sure they would hold me, then pressing Paine back a foot as I lowered down in front of him, hands going to his button and zip as my eyes stayed on his.
To be perfectly honest, I was hit or miss on whether I wanted to give a blow job or not. Sometimes, well, it was simply a lot less work to have sex. But right then, at the feet of one of the sexiest men I had ever known in person, I wanted nothing more than to take him in my mouth, to hear his hisses and gasps and groans as I worked him, to feel his hands go into my hair, curling in tight when things started to get intense. I wanted his pleasure at my mercy. I wanted that power.
I pulled down his zip, reaching up and grabbing his pants and boxer briefs and pulling them down at the same time.
I drew in a long breath as his cock came into view, long and thick and promising a fullness greater than I had known before. But that would come later. After I got to taste him first.
My hand reached out and closed around his shaft, my thumb stroking over the wet head, before stroking down to the hilt before I ducked my head and moved forward, sticking my tongue out and lavishing over the tip of his cock.
"Fuck," Paine groaned, his hand slamming down on the crown of my head and squeezing, curling into my hair like he was fighting the urge to push me forward.
On a thrill of accomplishment, I closed my mouth around his cock and sucked hard as I took him as deep as I could before my gag reflex engaged, which was, given his size, about halfway. I moved back up slightly, turning my head in a circular motion as I did so and continuing it as I moved back down, pressing my tongue flat and taking him a little deeper. His taste filled my mouth as he got more turned on, urging me to move faster, each time I got to the tip, running my tongue over and slightly under it, hitting that sensitive spot there before taking him deep again.
"Fuck Elsie," Paine's voice growled.
There was a tapping sound on the wall behind me and I thought it was Paine until his hand released my hair and he hissed out, "What the fuck?"
I flew backward, flinging my hair out of my face.
"Sounds like someone is having a good time in there," a familiar, cocksure, jackass voice called from the hall. "I hate to interrupt but me and Elsie have some matters to discuss."
"Fuck off, Sawyer," I growled, hands frantically covering my breasts as I tried to get to my feet. Paine had already snagged his pants and pulled them back up, reaching an arm out to help steady me as I reached for my sweater.
My life could not be so ridiculous.
No way had I been interrupted during sexy times twice in one night. By two different men. No way.
"Sawyer Anderson?" Paine asked me as I struggled into my shirt.
"The one and only," I snapped, lowering my eyes at the hall.
"I'll be downstairs while you put your fun bits away. Elsie, babe, I promise I won't be thinking about what your fun bits look like," he commented as he moved down the hall and toward the stairs.
"How do people keep breaking in here?" I asked, enraged, as I turned to look at Paine.
"He's a PI who is a bit loose with the law, babygirl. Breaking and entering is nothing to him."
"Do you have any idea how much that alarm system cost me?" I asked, stalking over toward my bathroom and flicking on the light, trying to get my hair back into some semblance of order as Paine zipped up. "Do you like the guy?" I asked, coming back out into my bedroom.
"Not particularly."
"Want to kick his ass for me?" I asked with a small smile at the idea.