"You want me to f.u.c.k you in the a.s.s or not?"
Her head nodded slightly.
"Then get in that bedroom, get your clothes off, and get on your hands and knees."
At first, she didn"t move but just looked at me for another long moment. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she suddenly disengaged herself from my lap and rushed into the bedroom.
I smiled, gave her a minute, and then walked into the room myself.
Just as instructed, she was naked in the center of the bed on all fours, waiting for me. I went from semi-erect to raging hard-on in about four seconds as I approached the bed. I walked around it, taking in the sight on her spread out and waiting for me. Her thighs trembled a bit as I made my way around the bed to the nightstand. Her eyes followed me as I opened a drawer and took out a bottle and a condom. I could hear her breath quicken as I moved back behind her, reached out, and ran my hand over her backside.
"Nice," I said softly as I let my fingers trail down the back of her leg. "You ready for me?"
"Yes," she said with a breathless whisper.
Hesitating, I crawled onto the bed behind her, ran my hands up and down her legs, and then paused at the top. I took her a.s.s in both hands, fondled and played with it, spreading the cheeks and feeling my heartbeat increase as my goal was revealed.
I let my hands travel up and down her back once before releasing her and ripping open the condom wrapper. As I placed the condom at the end of my d.i.c.k, I realized I hadn"t actually had the need to use one with Bridgett before. After three months, we still hadn"t been quite that intimate. I pushed the thought from my mind as I rolled it up my shaft. With a small bottle of water-based lube in my hand, I crawled up behind her and surveyed the sight from close proximity.
The globes of her a.s.s were as fabulous as they could be a little bigger than average, round, and jiggly. I dropped the lube to the side and used both hands to run all over them, squeeze them, get to know them some more.
I hadn"t done that with her before really gotten to know her a.s.s. I usually did with women, but it had been so obvious she had bad experiences with a.n.a.l in the past that I didn"t want to push it or tease myself. Now I took the time, felt her flesh intimately, and watched it move in the mesmerizing way only a.s.s-flesh could.
Bridgett turned to look back at me, and I could see the apprehension in her face, even if she did say she wanted it. Part of me knew better. Part of me knew this was going to take us someplace I didn"t want to go and she wouldn"t want to go if she knew any better. She didn"t though, and I was happy enough forcing the logical thoughts out of my head for a piece of a.s.s.
It just looked so good, and I hadn"t really f.u.c.ked a girl since Lia.
I closed my eyes a moment and mentally rolled my eyes at myself for thinking about a girl from the past while I was about to f.u.c.k another one. I forced thoughts of Lia away and focused on the a.s.s in front of me.
One hand dropped down over her thigh and grabbed the lube. I dispensed a good amount on two of my fingers as my other hand gripped her b.u.t.t and parted her cheeks. Her little puckered hole winked back at me as I slid a lubricated fingertip over it.
Bridgett let out a sharp breath, and I paused for a moment before I started inserting my finger in her a.s.s slowly, just to the first knuckle as I worked that much in her. It was obvious she had taken c.o.c.k here before, and my finger entered her pretty easily, but I still wanted to go slow.
I liked going slow.
Once my finger was inside, I pulled it back, joined it with another, and worked that one in, too. Her body didn"t resist. Whether or not she enjoyed it, she at least knew what to do.
I covered my condom-enclosed d.i.c.k with more lube and positioned myself behind her. With c.o.c.k in hand, I moved the tip to her hole and slowly inserted it.
"f.u.c.k, yeah," I moaned.
Bridgett gasped and her arms shook just a little.
"Relax, baby," I said softly. My hand caressed her b.u.t.t cheek and then moved up her back. "Just stay up on your knees. You don"t have to hold yourself up with your arms. Lie down and spread your legs a bit more."
She nodded once, then moved her arms out to the side and turned her head so her cheek was against the mattress. Her eyes found mine, and they were still apprehensive.
"That"s it, baby."
Slowly I entered her again, going just slightly deeper before backing out. Her a.s.s was tight and warm, and my c.o.c.k was throbbing to get all the way inside of it, but the slow burn was so worth the reward at the end. I"d keep my slow pace.
A little further, back out again, a little more.
My hands gripped both cheeks, spreading them to make way for my c.o.c.k and squeezing them gently at the same time. The sight was beautiful as her body gave way to me, and my d.i.c.k slipped further inside her bowels.
Half way.
"You feel so good," I said, "so tight on my c.o.c.k."
I closed my eyes and pushed a little farther, back again, forward. I moved slowly in and out of her until I finally, finally, buried myself up to my b.a.l.l.s in her a.s.s.
I practically collapsed over the top of her for a moment while I got used to the felling of being in her. The muscles in her a.s.s tensed, squeezing my c.o.c.k and making me sigh out loud. Warm breath traveled over her back, and Bridgett shivered.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I"m okay," she replied. Her voice was breathless but her eyes less worried. The tension in her shoulders diminished as I kissed one of them before rising back up onto my knees.
With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other reaching up to palm one of her t.i.ts, I started moving. Slow, deep, gentle. My eyes closed as I placed my forehead on her back and just felt.
If I believed in a G.o.d, it would be the G.o.d of women"s a.s.ses.
My hand moved to her belly, running my fingers over her skin. I could feel a couple of the ridiculous sequins that had been glued to her skin come off as my hand brushed over them. I traveled lower, felt the smooth skin between her legs, found her opening, and slid my finger inside.
Bridgett cried out, and her fingers gripped the sheet. They coiled around the fabric tight enough to make me pause briefly, a.s.sessing her and ultimately deciding her cries were of pleasure. My fingers moved inside of her, and my thumb brushed over her c.l.i.t.
"Evan!"
With one hand on her breast and the fingers of the other sliding in and out of her, she began to push back against my c.o.c.k.
"That"s it, baby," I whispered. "Feel that."
Bridgett moaned into the mattress, and I decided the sound was a pretty good one. My thumb rubbed her c.l.i.t in circles, then pressed as I thrust deeper, then rolled again in time with my hips. My fingers kept up with the same rhythm, and though the angle reaching around her was a little difficult, it was worth it to feel her p.u.s.s.y clenching around my fingers as my c.o.c.k filled her a.s.s.
My hand moved from her t.i.t to her hip, and I used it as leverage to set a little faster pace. The grip her body had on my d.i.c.k was fantastic, and every time I pulled back it felt like she was dragging me right back in.
Warm, tight hole and big, round a.s.s cheeks bouncing around as I thrust into her...
Perfection.
"Do you know how easy it would be to f.u.c.k you in the a.s.s from this position?"
My own echoed words floated around in my head, causing me to pause for a moment before refocusing my attention on the woman in front of me. She was rocking back and forth on her knees, trying to keep up with my movements. I leaned over her back and placed my mouth against her shoulder blade.
"Feels so good," I mumbled against her skin. "My c.o.c.k in your a.s.s...love how that feels."
She shuddered, and her hand reached back as if she was trying to touch me touch us but she couldn"t quite reach. My hand moved over hers, laced our fingers together, and I started thrusting faster. My thumb and fingers kept pace, and when I pushed down against her I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers, my c.o.c.k everything.
I pressed against her with the pad of my thumb, and she cried out incoherently. Her legs trembled, and I reached around her waist to keep her from falling to the sheets. I stroked her with my fingers a couple more times as she panted beneath me, then raised myself up, grabbed her hips, and started to move again.
Not faster, but deeper and with more purpose. I didn"t hold back but felt her body give way to mine, hugging my c.o.c.k and giving me everything that was her.
I arched my back, thrust into her one final time, and let myself go. My c.o.c.k shuddered and released into the condom as I held my hips tight up against her a.s.s. My fingers gripped her backside as I pulled her against me just a bit more and then released her.
My hand went to the base of my shaft, gripped the edge of the condom, and then pulled back slowly. Bridgett gasped as my c.o.c.k left her and dropped to her stomach as I backed away from her and got off the bed. I tossed the condom into the trash in the bathroom and then came back.
She was still on her stomach, and her eyes were closed. I climbed back into bed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her against my chest.
"You did good," I told her, though I wasn"t sure why I felt the need to say it.
"It felt good," she whispered. "No one ever...used their fingers like that. I don"t think I"ve ever come so hard in my life."
I snickered quietly through my nose and was about to ask her what she thought of the other times I had made her come when I suddenly stopped before the words started.
I"d never given her an o.r.g.a.s.m before.
b.l.o.w.j.o.bs and coming on her face had been the norms with her I hadn"t even given it a second thought prior to ramming her a.s.s.
Should I have?
With my shoulders tensed, my mind wandered to other hookers I"d had in the past all single night hookups, and as I looked back on it, I hadn"t tried to bring them to o.r.g.a.s.m, either. I had paid for the s.e.x, and in my mind that meant they weren"t ent.i.tled to o.r.g.a.s.m as well. Of course, it had always been a one-time thing before, and Bridgett was over here all the time.
It just didn"t occur to me.
I wasn"t even sure why it bothered me, but I couldn"t get it out of my head. She was right about not f.u.c.king her before, of course, but she hadn"t mentioned the o.r.g.a.s.ms, and I hadn"t thought about it. Now I couldn"t stop thinking about it, and I didn"t understand that, either.
So I rolled her onto her back and fingered her until she was screaming my name.
And then I did it again.
I took her in the a.s.s once more, going slowly and making sure she was moaning in pleasure repeatedly before I took my own. Then later I had her suck me off in the shower, then took her back to bed and brought her to o.r.g.a.s.m with my tongue. By the time we actually slept, we were both exhausted.
As soon as we woke up, I made breakfast and we started all over again.
After nearly two days of spending every minute either f.u.c.king or sleeping, I had to admit I was ready to go to work.
My target awaited his destiny.
All right, he wasn"t waiting for it, but I was ready. I had to be in Atlanta in the morning to start my new job as his security guard, and I planned on taking the earliest opportunity to end him and come back to my boss with the news.
I was packing light so I could get in and out quickly just a backpack with two changes of clothes. I could have them laundered at the hotel. My plan was to be there only a day or two before I took him out, but I also had to plan for the worst. It was possible I was going to have to earn his trust before he let me that close.
I was hoping to earn his l.u.s.t a little quicker.
Bridgett watched me pack.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Don"t ask." I tossed a small toiletry bag into the front pocket of my backpack and zipped it up. A paperback novel I had been meaning to read went in on top of my clothes to occupy my head during the plane ride to the Atlanta airport.
"Why not?"
"Don"t ask that, either."
"You suck as a conversationalist," she said with a laugh.
"It"s a good thing you spend a lot of time with my c.o.c.k in your mouth, then," I quipped.
Silence.
The lack of question-barrage was so nice, I didn"t actually notice it right away. I threw a couple more things in the bag, zipped it up, hauled it up over my shoulder, and then started towards the bedroom door.
Bridgett followed slowly.
Odin sneezed, glared at me, and then ran behind one of the chairs in the living room. He knew when I was going on a longer-than-usual trip. I wasn"t sure how, but he always knew. I coaxed him out from behind the chair, leashed him, and then looked back at Bridgett.
She wasn"t actually crying, but her eyes were downcast and her shoulders slumped.
It hit me then why giving a wh.o.r.e an o.r.g.a.s.m wasn"t necessarily a great idea, especially not this one. She was having a hard enough time remembering what our relationship was, and I had just provided her with quite the holiday weekend.
"What?" I asked. I was being rather gruff, but I also had this feeling she was getting in far too deep for anyone"s benefit.
If I had to really admit it which I didn"t, so I wouldn"t I probably liked her. I wasn"t in love with her or anything ridiculous like that, and I wasn"t about to take her on as my girlfriend instead of my wh.o.r.e, but there was something about her I found intriguing besides the warmth of her mouth on my c.o.c.k.
She gave me something I needed in the form of comfort and sleep.
I didn"t like the idea of needing her for anything. I didn"t want to have to rely on anyone for anything. It just wasn"t a good idea in this business to spread yourself too thin in the loyalty department. I had already been tested when I had to investigate Jonathan for an alibi, and he was as close to being a friend as anyone I knew.
The fact was, I had only one person who held my loyalty, and that was because he paid me for it.
Handsomely.
I walked over and placed my fingers around her upper arms. Her muscles tensed, and I could tell she wanted to back away from me, but she didn"t.
"What"s the problem?" I snapped.
Odin crouched down behind the edge of the couch and whined slightly. Bridgett glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Nothing," she replied softly. "It"s all good."
My hands slid up to her shoulders, and I crouched slightly to get a look into her eyes.
"You need to get something through your head, Bridgett," I said as I gripped her shoulders just a bit more. "I"ve said this before, and you don"t have any clever ways of word-smithing it now. This is f.u.c.king nothing more, nothing less. My c.o.c.k goes in various places around your body for cash. You"re a wh.o.r.e, and I"m a regular john. There is nothing special here."
She didn"t look up, and her muscles remained tense. It occurred to me that she might have thought I was going to hit her. I wouldn"t have it wasn"t my style. If I was going to kill her that would be a whole other story, but I didn"t usually hit people I was going to kill. Not unless I really needed to do so.
"You got that?" I asked once more.
"I got it," she answered quietly.