Step Demands (Taboo Steamy Romance) (2 page)

He smirked and then started laughing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you just look so adorable with your mouth full of pins."

I slipped them in to my hand. "Adorable?"

"Well," he paused, his voice having changed ever so slightly. "Maybe adorable isn't the right word."

There was a certain heaviness in the air about him. Maybe that's why I suddenly felt so short of breath. The huskiness of his voice fell on my ears like a waterfall, threatening to drown me in the low timbre of his words. "Beautiful. That's a better one."

His lips were right there, the air around his body electric. My skin practically sizzled under his gaze. "Thank you," I breathed, my lungs suddenly full of the rich, complex scent of his skin. I could smell sandalwood and a faint hint of leather, and behind all that a rich musk that was the very essence of masculinity. My whole body was vibrating like a plucked guitar string when he spoke again.

"Melanie, could I...?"

"Kiss me?" It was as much of a demand as a question.

He didn't answer because he had already turned, his warm hand cupping my chin upward. I strained for his lips, my whole body opening to him like a flower. The pressing need that had lain dormant inside of my body for far too long was suddenly awakened and running wild through my body. If he didn't kiss me right then and there, I was afraid I would die on the spot.

But luckily Lance seemed to understand this was a matter of life and death. His lips found mine, a hot electric spark passing between our bodies when they first touched. I curled my toes into the carpet as the sensations thrilled through me.

His lips were amazingly soft, and he kissed me with a slow sensuality that sent every cell in my body tingling. I parted my lips willingly, eager to give him more of me, and to have more of him for myself. I sighed into his chest, melting against the heat of his body as it radiated through the plush wool of the oversized suit. I raised my hands to clutch a fistful of that burnt-honey hair....

And his oversized pants fell to the floor.

"Oop! Oh shit!" I cried, looking down. And when I did, I blushed hotter than I have ever blushed in my life.

Through the thin fabric of his now exposed boxers, I could see that Lance was sporting a massive, raging erection.

"Ah, hmm, um, excuse me," Lance muttered, ducking to grab for his pants. "I don't mean to offend."

I couldn't take my eyes off of his crotch. I'm no shrinking virgin, but I was staring as if I was one. I had truly never seen anything quite so magnificent. "How could I be offended?" I answered truthfully, as if in a trance. "I'm flattered."

"It's not flattery, trust me."

"It's not?"

"No." Lance gave up on trying to make the pants behave and stood back up again, seemingly accepting that I was staring at his cock. "Flattery is a lie. This is the truth. I think you're fucking sexy as hell, Melanie. I like your talent, I like your humor and I like the way your tits look in that shirt."

I blushed and put my hand to my chest.  I hadn't had this much fun in years. A quick fuck with a hot guy like Lance was just what I needed to clear my mind and wipe the slate clean.  No fuss, no muss, no consequences. "Well, Lance. If we're being all honest here, I'd like to say; I like your ass."

Lance reached to the side of me and grabbed my hand, pulling me forward and placing it firmly on his sculpted ass cheek. I was pressed up against the length of his body, his massive cock pressing into my stomach as he looked down at me with his lips curled into a slow smiled. "I like your hand on my ass," he told me.

"I also like your lips," I said, tipping my chin up towards his mouth again.

"I'd like your lips better if they were wrapped around my cock." He smiled so wide there was no sting in his words.

I pulled my hand back from squeezing his butt and cupped his balls, making him grunt. "Kiss me first," I demanded.

He did with an animal hunger that made me gasp against his lips. His tongue invaded my mouth, our tongue swirling around as he pulled my hips close to press up against that rock hard cock. I slipped my hand down the waistband of his boxers, past the wiry hairs and down to close my fist around the shaft of his dick. He felt so good in my hand, rock hard yet smooth as silk, the slow throb of the pulse in his cock matching the clutching need in my cunt. I broke free from his kiss with a moan and dropped to my knees.

The three-way mirror reflected Lance's ass back to me from three different angles and each one of them looked better than the last. Hooking my fingers around the waistband of his boxers, I yanked down. When that magnificent cock bobbed free, I was delighted to see that it was just as spectacular as I had hoped. Long and thick, with a slight upward curve I knew would be just right for hitting my G-spot. Hell, I had a vibrator that looked just like this cock, but this one had the benefit of being attached to a spectacular slab of man who was currently threading his fingers through the tangles of my hair and guiding my mouth towards his cockhead.

When my lips made contact, he let out a low, guttural moan that sent and answering rush through my body. I felt the slippery heat of my own desire as I stretched my lips wide to take him in. That bulbous cockhead slipped past my lips, tasting of that richness I had smelled before.

I swirled my tongue around the ridge, wetting him, then I laved my tongue along the whole length of his shaft. Lance was moaning in earnest now, a slow humming noise that was just about the sexiest thing I had ever heard. It inflamed me so much that I stopped teasing him with my tongue and slammed my head down to the hilt, the whole length of him filling my throat.

Lance gasped and staggered to the side, grabbing on to the mirror to keep from falling over. "Goddamn, Melanie," he moaned and it sounded like a little profane prayer. I was so wet I was sure he could smell it, but I couldn't get enough of the feel of him in my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue on each upstroke until he suddenly pulled away with a gasp, his whole body shivering.

"Get over here," he growled.

I staggered to a stand, my thighs quivering, my lips rubbed raw. I thought he was going to kiss me again, maybe bend me over in front of the mirrors. I kind of wanted both of those things.

But instead he cupped his hands under my ass and lifted me as easily as if I were a ragdoll. I shrieked and flung my hands around his neck to hold on as he carried me across the room in three great strides and deposited me on the counter.

"I'm a very competitive person," he drawled, his voice thick with desire. "It's how I made so much money. I don't like it when someone is better at me." His fingers were at my waistband, deftly unzipping my work slacks even as his eyes were fixed on mine. "I need to prove I'm better at oral than you are."

"You don't have to...oh..." The sight of my slacks flying through the air was enough to shut me up. I heard the sound of delicate threads popping and suddenly my panties were aloft as well.

I shuddered as the cool air hit my overheated sex. I was spread wide before him, a complete stranger, and I should have been frightened. But he looked at me with such awe in his face that I couldn't help but feel beautiful even though I didn't even know his last name.
A quick fuck, my ass. I need this man to make love to me for hours.

The echo of my promise to my mother flitted quickly through my brain and was gone as soon as Lance's lips met the soft skin of my upper thigh. I sighed and shivered as he slowly trailed a line of kisses up closer and closer to my buzzing, frantic clit. His hot breath across my skin sent a flurry of goosebumps racing across my skin, so that all of my nerve endings fired at once. "Oh!" I gasped, shivering.

"You okay?" he cocked a crooked smile at me from between my thighs.

"Jesus," I panted. "You just made me almost come just by kissing me."

"Flattery," he said, shaking his head slowly from side to side, that wicked grin still plastered across his astonishing face. "Didn't I tell you I don't go for that? Now you're going to make me try even harder!"

He dove in between my legs again. I threw back my head and arched my hips towards him as his tongue found the furious little nub. My whole sex was aching, pulsing, desperately clutching and clenching, the memory of the feel of his cock on my lips making my pussy run hot and wet with her juices. When Lance's tongue found my clit, I cried out and sank my fingers into his burnt-honey hair, desperate for him to stay right there and give me the release I so craved.

But Lance was not so easily swayed. The bastard started teasing me, sensing my frantic desire and torturing me with it. He spun his tongue down to my opening, tracing a circle around the entrance before stabbing upward. "You taste amazing," he said, his voice muffled against my pussy lips.  And the way he was carrying on down there, I had to believe him. His moans and murmurs and hums of delight drove almost as wild as the frenzied motions of his tongue. I felt the pressure inside of me start to build, that slow, inexorable ascent to the pinnacle of pleasure. I moaned and arched my hips to him, begging him wordless to give me my release.

Lance swirled his tongue back up to my clit, then pressed his mouth to it and suckled it up in between his lips. I nearly levitated off the counter when, at the same time, I felt the slippery stab of his finger as he slipped it inside of me. He sucked my clit as he hooked his finger forward, catching the spongy flesh of my G-spot. I rocketed upward with a cry as my whole world exploded, the whip-crackling electricity surging though me. "Holy fuck!" I cried as I plunged headlong over the pinnacle and drowned in the depths below. It went on and on, wave after wave building on each other like breakers on the shore.

When at last the sensations subsided, I fell backward, my back pressed into the cold wood of my counter. My empty cash register was right at my elbow, but I didn't care about that anymore because Lance was pressing the wide head of his cock against the entrance of my pussy.

I shimmied downward, so wet and ready that he slipped in as if by accident. The sudden fullness of his rock hard cock invading my long neglected pussy nearly sent me over the edge again.

"Damn, you are so tight and wet," he grunted as he began to thrust deep inside of me. "You feel amazing, Melanie."

"Oh god," I cried as his hips ground against my clit, relishing the slow methodical thrust of his cock as it slid in and out of me, "you feel even better. Please, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can."

Lance grinned and pressed his hands down the counter. "Kiss me first," he demanded.

I sat bolt upright and his mouth slammed into mine even as the wet smack of our bodies echoed in the air. His tongue fucked my mouth just as thoroughly as his cock fucked my pussy. Each punishing thrust drew a loud yelp of pleasure from my lips. He was fucking me just how I needed, penetrating every inch of me, touching places I never even knew existed, secret places deep inside of me. I had never been fucked like this in my life, with precise skill somehow mixed with utter, wild abandon.

I felt my overloaded nerve ending begin to fire again and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, higher, deeper. He bent down and let me have it, plunging in and out of me like a jackhammer. His rough cries nearly drowned out my own gasping shrieks until suddenly my pleasure boiled over again. As a second orgasm ripped through me, burning through my body like wildfire out of control, I felt his cock harden and twitch inside of me.

"Don't stop!" I cried, clutching him close. "Don't ever stop fucking me, of god please, fuck me forever!" I was a whore for this man. I would be his slut, I would be his side-piece, fuck I would even be his girlfriend, his wife even. I didn't care, I just knew I needed this cock in my life. "Fuck me Lance!"

With a guttural roar that was more animal that human, he went stiff. I felt the spurt of his cock inside of me as the hot jet of his cum splashed against my most secret places. Dimly, in the back of my mind, I worried about birth control, but the feel of him cumming inside of me was so exquisite that a second shockwave ripped through me, an aftershock that sent me clinging to him as he groaned and collapsed against my chest.

As we lay there more a moment, I stared at the ceiling and the humming fluorescent light overhead. "Well that wasn't very professional of me," I murmured.