“I’m right here.” I couldn’t deny how good it felt to hear his need for me. To feel it in his kiss and touch. I just had to remember that it was only a physical need. He needed to be soothed. This wasn’t love. Having sex wasn’t going to change anything.
I quickly undid his pants, freeing him. I dropped to my knees and sucked him deep into my mouth.
“Aw fuck…Petal…yes.” His fingers laced through my hair as he closed his eyes and let me please him. I stroked him with my lips a few times, and then used my hand, focusing my mouth on his tip, licking around the rim.
He let out a little grunt and his hips thrust forward.
I used my other hand to massage his soft sacks. Then with my hand still stroking his length, I sucked those sacks, one then the other. My finger gently rubbed the area right behind them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted.
All of a sudden, I was hauled up by my arms, twirled around so I was against his desk.
“I have to fuck you. Tell me I can fuck you.”
I was mesmerized by the head and desire swirling in his eyes.
“Yes.”
His hands were a flurry of movement as he freed me of my pants and panties. He grabbed a condom rolling it on and then lifting me on the deck.
He stopped short of thrusting inside me. He cradled my face in his hands. “Petal…you deserve more.”
I kissed the inside of his palm and then looked into his eyes. “Fuck me, Cyrus.”
17
Cyrus
When I used to come home on leave, I looked forward to seeing Lora and touching her again. The anticipation built over the many hours it took for me to go from the middle east to Germany to the United States and eventually to Chicago. Lora would pick me up at the airport and while I wanted to strip and fuck her asap, we usually went to visit my mother before heading home and finally falling into bed.
With Petal, I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to get out of the airport before finding someplace I could sink into her. The need to be inside her clawed at my insides. My dick was painfully hard. It was unsettling how much I needed this woman. One minute I was immersed in my work, and then the scent of vanilla and Petal overcame me. I looked up and there she was. Everything else fell away at the sight of her. It was replaced by a need so acute it was a wonder it hadn’t brought me to my knees.
If things were different, I might pursue more than this fleeting moment, but she deserved someone who could give her all she wanted and needed without the potential entanglements.
“Fuck me, Cyrus.”
Whether I deserved this or not, I wasn’t strong enough to resist her. I slid my fingers through her folds making sure she was wet and ready for me. I pushed her back, hooking her knees over my forearms opening her thighs as I leaned over her. Her pussy was open and exposed, its sweet nectar coating the red curls. For a moment, my mouth watered to be there. But my dick throbbed, urging me to get on with it.
I pressed my cock to her entrance.
“Cyrus,” she moaned and her hips rose to take him in.
I gave one hard thrust, filling her to the hilt. She cried out. I yelled as pleasure rocked my body. I withdrew, waited a moment, and thrust again.
“More…” she gasped.
She was right. I couldn’t manage finesse right now. Hell, I’m not sure I’d ever managed finesse with her so far. It was too fucking hard when my cock was begging for release. I gave in to the need, rocking my hips, finding a hard rhythm as I plunged again and again, each time, the burn of release ratcheted up.
She was whimpering as her hands gripped my forearms.
“Come, Petal,” I growled. “Fucking come and take me with you.”
Her head tilted back as her body arched. I withdrew and plunged in hard, grinding against her, hitting her clit.
“Cyrus! Yes…oh God…” Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a fucking vise.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as my dick exploded. Like a mad man, I pumped and pumped and pumped emptying everything I had.