“You have no idea what seeing you come like that does.” His voice is rough in my ear. “I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.”
I’m still floating and it makes me brazen and a little brave. “Show me.”
He reaches down between us, and I can feel him at the entrance to my pussy. Andrew presses his forehead against mine, and I can see up close that the color of his eyes darkens at the center. I gasp as he pushes inside me, slowly. He doesn’t go any faster, and he doesn’t stop. There’s a moment where it hurts, and I flinch, but it’s not as bad as I feared. And then he’s inside me, as far as he can go, and it’s such a strange sensation to be so stretched and so filled. It’s not an unpleasant feeling. It’s good. So good.
“You okay?” he asks.
I don’t have words for this feeling, so I kiss him instead, wrapping my arms around him and taking his mouth the way he’s taken me. He moans, and his hips move, setting off shocks inside me. “Do you remember what I said I was going to do?”
He moves his hips again and my words come out in a gasp, “You said you were going to fuck me on this pretty blue bed.”
His hands find mine, twisting our fingers together and pulling them over my head. Smooth and steady, he slides his cock out and back in. Again. And again, my body getting used to his size and the sensation of him filling me up. This is a different kind of pleasure, deeper and slow building. Nerves inside me that have never been used are springing to life, sending out sparks every time he thrusts inside me. His pace is still smooth and slow, easy and pleasant. But this can’t be what he wants, and it’s not what I want either.
“Andrew,” I say, and he pauses. “You said you were going to fuck me. So fuck me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, pulling out of me and thrusting back in with far more force. I hiss with the pleasure mixed with pain, moaning, “More. Please. Harder.”
He gives me what I want.
Everything inside me lights up, and each time he pushes into me it feels like my body is singing. It’s like an entirely new song I’d never heard, but now that I know it I can’t imagine why I didn’t listen earlier. Suddenly, something in my body clicks, and everything feels better than good. It feels amazing. I wrap my legs around Andrew’s waist, pull him in closer to me, every move of his cock filling me to the brim and sending off jolts of pleasure. He pumps into me harder and faster, and I can tell that he’s going to come soon. I’m in a haze of bliss, allowing myself to hover on the edge of something. I would be content to stay here like this for hours.
His strokes are coming short and fast, and he moves one of his hands between us to play with my clit. His fingers slide across me, and lightning shoots through me in time with the rhythm. I take a breath, force myself to relax my pussy for just one moment, and then suddenly everything shatters. My body is shaking, the shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me. I squeeze Andrew’s cock inside my walls and I feel him push into me deeper than before, again and again, groaning with the force of his own orgasm. He doesn’t stop, fucking me breathless as another orgasm takes the place of the first one. I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe. Just feel.
I hear his breathing first, and I open my eyes to meet his. He’s still inside me, and I squeeze him again. The sound he makes is close to a growl as he kisses me. “If you keep doing that I’m going to have to keep fucking you.”
“Is that a promise?” I manage to ask in between him plundering my mouth.
“Yes.”
I squeeze his cock one more time with my pussy, loving the sound that he makes when I do.
“You can’t imagine the things that I want to do to you, Naomi.”
“Do tell.”
He opens his mouth, and through the open door, I hear another door slam. “Naomi?” my uncle calls, his voice echoing throughout the guest house.
Fuck.
Chapter 5
“Oh my god.” I say, shoving Andrew off me and scrambling to my feet. If the sex I just had was a dream, this is a fucking nightmare. Uncle Roger is going to kill me. Then he’s going to kill Andrew. Then he’s going to resurrect me and kill me again for being unprofessional and fucking the man he hates.
From the bed I hear soft laughter—Andrew is laughing, covering his face with a pillow to keep the sound low. His beautiful body is shaking with it. “Stop,” I hiss. “You have to get out of here, you know he’ll kill both of us.”
That devilish smile is back. “Where do you want me to go? The house is an open plan. The minute I walk out the door he’s going to see me.”
I find my skirt at the end of the bed and pull it on, quickly grabbing a shirt from the top of my suitcase. I don’t see my bra.
“Naomi?” my uncle calls again, up the stairs.
“Up here,” I say. “Please, do something,” I beg Andrew. “I really need him not to fire me.”
My underwear is nowhere to be found, and I can hear my uncle coming upstairs. I grab my laptop from my bag and open it on the desk, decided that I’ll risk the lack of underwear and hope that he keeps to his usual self and not really looking at me with any scrutiny.
Andrew is still laughing, but I hear him get off the bed, and he moves around the corner from the door. Thank goodness for the weird shape of this room. I can still see him—completely naked and cock erect again—but as long as my uncle doesn’t come into the room it might be all right. If Andrew can keep it together and not make any sound.
Just then my uncle comes around the corner and stops in the doorway. “Ah. There you are. I’m glad you found the place all right.”
“It’s so large it would be hard to miss.” I take a breath, trying to ignore the fact that I’m sweaty and my hair is a mess and I no doubt look like I just got fucked senseless.
“I haven’t been inside the main house yet, but I’m sure Mr. Sterling would be willing to give us a tour at some point.”
In my peripheral vision I see movement. Andrew has found my underwear where he tossed them earlier. He holds them up for me to see and grins. “I’d like that,” I say to my uncle.
“Did you have a chance to catalog everything yet?”
My heart freezes in my chest as I see Andrew raise my panties to his mouth and lick them. It’s long and slow as he stares at me, reminding me of where his mouth has so recently been. I feel a blush rising to my face, and I manage to take a breath.
“Naomi?” my uncle prods. “Did you?”
“Uh…no. I got everything into the dining room, but I haven’t been here that long and it was really hot, so I decided to rest first. I’ll make sure everything is catalogued tonight.” Rest. Right. That’s exactly what I was doing.
Andrew has my panties in both hands now, and he’s…I blush and snap my eyes back to my uncle. “Good,” he says. “I didn’t think I would need you to head back to the city so soon, but opposing counsel is messengering over discovery tomorrow morning to the office, and I’ll need it right away. So first thing in the morning, head to the office and pick it up. Th
en come back here. I have a meeting with the client and it will be good for you to sit in on it.”
I nod. “Okay. Great.”
I glance at Andrew again. My panties are wrapped around his cock, and he’s stroking himself with them. His eyes never move from me, and his hand moves faster. Oh god, he’s going to make himself come with my uncle standing right there, just a few feet away.
My uncle checks his watch impatiently. “Have you seen Finch? I saw his jacket in the dining room, but no other sign of him.”
I swallow, unable to focus on anything but Andrew’s hand on his cock. “I saw him earlier when I got here, but not since. He’s probably in his room, or maybe he went back out for something,” I lie.
Andrew’s eyes are closed now, his muscles taut and straining. His hand moving so quickly that I know he must be close. I feel myself get wet, and tighten my legs together. But nothing can stop all the blood in my body from rushing to my face.
“Hmm.” My uncle narrows his eyes. “Are you all right, Naomi? You seem flushed. You’re not getting sick, are you?” He takes a step back, as if I might be contagious.
I laugh, a strangled sound. “It’s just the heat. I’m fine. Better than fine. Perfect.”
At that moment I see Andrew’s whole body jerk, and I see him come. Semen spills out over his fingers and onto my underwear. He continues to stroke his cock and he comes longer than I thought possible. The way his eyes are closed in ecstasy, the way his mouth has fallen open, is so sexy I’m practically coming myself, and I think my heart may have actually stopped. My uncle is definitely going to know something’s wrong now. I’m soaking wet and my mouth is dry and I don’t understand why that was so hot.
“Well, make sure you drink plenty of water,” my uncle says, backing further into the hallway. “And let me know when everything is catalogued.” He turns to leave, and I let out a sigh. “Oh, and Naomi,” he says, “watch out for Finch. The more I dig, the more I think he’ll do anything to get control of the firm.”