L.A. Fire (22 page)

  I looked at him anxiously,
searching his face. “You’re not playing me?”

  Julian’s eyes seared into me.
“I’m not playing you,” he said. “I think I’m crazy about you.”

  I shook my head, feeling myself
get desperate. “Julian, don’t lie to me. ‘Cause I can’t take it. I can’t take
falling for you, and then getting burned. If you just want a fuck buddy–”

  “Sarah,” he said sharply. “You
are
a hot fuck. You’re the hottest fuck I’ve ever hand. You drive me absolutely
crazy in bed.”

  I tensed up, and opened my mouth
to speak, but he put a finger to my lips. “Let me finish,” he said. “But it’s
not just the sex. I can’t stop thinking of you. Your smell, the way you taste.
The way you divide up your food on your plate, the way you smile when something
surprises you. I want to make this work, Sarah. I’m serious, about you.
Deadly
serious. Do you understand?”

  I whimpered, and he growled in
response and then lunged at me. He crushed his lips against mine, and I moaned.
Taking a fistful of my hair, he pulled my head back, not roughly, but just
forcefully enough to trigger a surge of desire. He stared down at me, his eyes
dark and lethal. Then his lips were tickling my ear. “I want to take you home
and fuck you senseless,” he whispered, and my whole body started quivering for
him. He felt the tremor beneath him, and smiled at me, his looking saying he
was clearly pleased with how quickly my body responded to him. He gave me a
deep kiss, savoring my mouth with his lips and tongue, then pulled back and
reached out his hand. “Come, Sarah.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice.

***

 
The moment we walked through his front door, he picked me up and carried me straight
up the stairs to his bedroom. He lay me down on the bed, then went to flick on
the light. The room instantly lit up, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. “It’s
too bright,” I protested.

 
“No, it’s perfect,” he said, slinking back over to me. The look in his eyes was
predatory; it screamed ‘I’m going to eat you alive.’

 
“Stand up, Sarah,” he ordered. I did as I was told. He went behind my back, and
slowly unzipped my dress, inch by inch. His lips found to my neck, tickling it,
savoring it, and my arousal heightened to a fever pitch. The dress fell, pooled
at my feet. I was left standing there in only my bra and thong. Still behind
me, Julian pulled down the straps of my bra, and gingerly kissed the red welts
they’d left behind. “You’re skin is so soft,” he murmured into my shoulder.
Then his fingers moved to my breasts, pulling at the nipples through the lace
fabric, making me squirm with pleasure. Julian held me still, reached under my
bra, and continued to roll and pull my nipples, sending tremors of delight
through my body, making me whimper. He was pushed up against me, and I could
feel his erection pressing into my behind.

 
“Stand still,” he said, and took a step back. I heard breathe in sharply. “I
love looking at you from behind. Your ass is so fucking delicious.” He came
back over, grabbed me by the waist, and walked me over to the bed. “Bend over,
Sarah.”

 
I hesitated, and he landed a firm slap on my right butt cheek. His hand stung
at first, but then it sent a delicious thrill coursing through me. “Bend over
the bed,” he said. This time I didn’t hesitate. I put my hands on the edge of
the mattress, and he parted my legs. He kneeled behind me, and then sunk his
teeth into the same cheek he’d slapped. My sex started to ache, swell, burn
with sexual heat, and I found myself grinding my ass against his face, spurring
him on, silently begging for more.

 
“You’re cock, Julian,” I said hoarsely. “I need your cock inside me.”

 
I felt him smile against my butt cheek, then spring to his feet. “Hold still,”
he said, and I heard him unzip his pants. His bedside drawer squeaked open and
shut, and then I heard a packet rip. I peered at Julian over my shoulder,
giving him a shy, sultry smile. His eyes flickered with deadly heat as he slid
the condom onto his cock. He gently traced my cheekbone with his finger, and,
without taking his searing eyes off of me, ripped off my thong, and pressed his
crown against my clenching sex.

 
I groaned. “You’re going to have to stop doing that,” I said. “Those were
expensive.”

 
“I have the means to replace them,” he said. “And they were in my way.”

 
He circled the entrance of my sex with his cock. “You’re so wet,” he said,
rubbing his tip against my clit. My breathing became ragged, and I was ready to
beg for it.

 
“Fuck me,” I screamed out. “Fuck me now.”

 
And then he pushed into me, as deep as he could go. When he hit my wall, I
gasped, and it echoed through the room. My voice sounded animalistic, ecstatic,
needy, and it took me by surprise. Julian grabbed onto my hips, and started
taking long, leisurely strokes, easing in and out of me, luxuriating in me,
possessing me entirely. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, quickening his
pace. Every plunge was exquisite torture, spurring me on, making me pant,
bringing me closer and closer to a release.

 
Julian fisted my hair, and pulled me up to his face. I gasped at the rough
movement. He nuzzled my ear, biting it, licking it, while his free hand still held
my hip, and his cock kept plunging into me at steady rhythm. “Your cunt is so
tight. So perfect.” His words penetrated my ear, fluttered through me, sending
a pulsing warmth through my body. I felt the pleasure begin to swell, and I
gasped. He let go of my hair, and grabbed onto my hips with both hands,
circling his cock, then angling my hips so he could plunge deeper.

 
I wanted his as deep as he could go. I wanted him to take over my body, sever
any distance between us, fuse with me completely. Julian quickened his pace
again, plunging into me with deep, hard strokes. Every time he hit my g-spot, a
heated shiver ran through me, and I could feel my sex spasm around his shaft.
The pleasure became sharper, rippling through me, until one final hard thrust
pushed me right over the edge. Tremors of ecstasy racked my body, and I cried
out again and again.

 
“Sarah,” he growled, then started thrusting harder, faster, harder still. I
felt his cock spasm inside me, and then the intensity of his thrusts, the
overwhelmingly pleasurable friction, set me off again. His whole body shuddered
violently against me, his fingers dug into my flesh, and he was grunting and
crying out, still pounding deep into me, seeking out every last drop of
pleasure my pussy could give him. When the last tremor had subsided, he fisted
my hair again, and pulled me up to meet his lips. I could feel his muscular
chest, slick with sweat, heating up my back. He tilted my head at an angle,
exposing my neck. The position was so vulnerable. I was totally at him mercy,
and it gave me a strange thrill. He put his lips on my neck, gentling kissing
it. He found my still pounding pulse, and rested his lips against it. The
gesture was so intimate, it sent another sultry shiver through my body. I could
feel him smiling against my skin. “You trust me again,” he said, huskily. I
nodded, and he gave my neck one final kiss.

 
He carefully pulled out of me, disposed of the condom, and lifted me into his arms.
He tore back the silk sheets, tucking me in under them. Then he crawled into
bed, and drew me up against his chest. His body was still heated, and I felt
warm, cozy, and utterly safe tucked in his arms.

 
“Sweet dreams, baby,” he said, kissing my hair. I moaned goodnight back, and
then within minutes, I drifted into a deep sleep.

 
The next morning I awoke to Julian nuzzling my neck. I turned to face him, my
eyes still half-closed. “Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, then nipped my
lower lip. I pressed my lips against his mouth, giving him a long tender kiss.
He slid his hand under my ass, then hoisted me on top of him. His tongue
slipped into my mouth, probing seductively in a way that sent a flush of heat
up from between my legs.

 
I moaned softly, and he chuckled. “You’re insatiable,” he said, his eyes
glimmering with heat.

 
I gave him a mock accusing look. “You’re the one spurring me on.”

 
He smiled at me wickedly, and then his hands traveled down to my nipples, tugging
them gently, expertly, sending a flutter of stinging pleasure coursing through
my body. Then his deft fingers pushed between the folds of my sex and found my
clit. He rubbed it gently, stroking it up and down, and I started circling my
hips, pressing his finger harder against me. I could feel his cock getting
hard, and he reached for the bedside drawer and pulled out another condom. “I
want you on top,” he said, ripping open the packet and sliding the condom onto
his dick. “I want to watch you use my cock to make yourself come,” he said. “I
want to see your face. Watch the intensity build. Watch you lose yourself.”

 
I suddenly felt self-conscious. The sunlight was streaming in through the
window, making the whole bedroom glow. I’d be utterly exposed. Completely on
display. There would be nowhere to hide. I was already getting used to Julian
running his eyes over my naked body, taking all of me in bit by bit, but the
idea of his watching me from below as I got myself off was somehow too much to
bear. “I can’t do it,” I said.

 
“Yes, you can,” he said. “I need to see you, Sarah. I want to own the vision of
you getting off, using my cock.” He started massaging my clit again, and his
eyes went dark. “Can you give that to me?”

 
He angled his cock so the crown was pressed against my sex. His eyes glazed as
I gently pushed myself against the tip. I hesitated for a moment, but then the
need for him to fill me became too great. The hunger in his eyes spurred me on,
and I grabbed his cock with my hand, and then my sex parted, taking every hard,
thick inch of him into me. I quivered at the feel of him spreading me, and once
I’d taken him to the hilt, I just luxuriated in that feeling, all the while
staring down into his now burning eyes.

 
I laced my fingers through his, and started pushing myself up and down his
shaft, slowly, enjoying the delicious friction, feeling the tension build. As I
increased the pace, I felt an ache, a hunger, build, and my self-control
started to fade. Soon I was breathing hard, panting, brazenly pumping my hips,
pulling him in deep, and moaning and thrashing each time he hit my g-spot. I
was reveling in the feel of him, the pleasure so exquisite I had to close my
eyes. Julian sunk his hands into my ass, and slowed down my pace. My eyes
flicked open, and locked with his. His expression was so intense, so
smoldering, I felt the urge to look away, but I didn’t. “Keep your eyes on me,”
he said, his voice low, strained, deep. And I did.

 
He pulled up to a sitting position, and gripped my ass firmly in his hands. I
rode him hard, harder, harder still. My breasts were jiggling, my thighs were
shaking from the strain, and I was panting and moaning. Our eyes never left
each other. His expression was ravenous, greedy, and it drove me wild. The
passion coiled, and then released with a big explosion, sending shock waves of
ecstasy coursing through me. My cry was long and animalistic, completely feral
and out of control.

 
That cry set Julian off. He squeezed my ass harder, kneading it with his
fingers, and started thrusting into me. His face was strained, his eyes fierce.
He pushed me onto my back, pinned me to the bed, and stared down at me with a
hard, possessive look. He snarled, then started ramming into me, pounding and
pounding me so I was screaming again, senseless with desire. His drives were
fierce and exquisite, and soon his face contorted, and he was grunting, his
body trembling, his biceps flexing, as he pumped into me with everything he
had, coming long and hard.   

 
He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard against me ear. His hot breaths sent
a final shudder through me. I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him
closer still. I held him like that until his breathing had slowed. He found my
mouth and kissed me deeply, pushing back my matted hair from my face. “You’re
so beautiful when you come,” he said, stroking my face. I smiled up at him,
suddenly feeling shy.

 
He chuckled slightly and said, “It’s too late to get coy with me, baby. I’ve
seen you come undone. And it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

 
I gave him a soft kiss, then trailed my fingers down his back. A shiver coursed
through his body, and his eyes darkened. “I’d love to feel your nails dig into
my back when I fuck you,” he said.