Cherry Pie

Slowly, my pulse racing, I step out of the shadows and into the room.

No turning back now.

“Marshall.”

He whirls, his brow shooting up in shock as he sees me standing there in my sleep shorts and tank top. His jaw tightens, and a fire blazes in his blue eyes as they sweep over me.

Slowly, forcing myself not to tremble, I start to pad towards him.

“Fuck, Kendall. You need to get—”

“No,” I say quietly but firmly, determination in my voice. I know he wants this as much as me, and I’m not going to let him push me away again. I’m not going to let him deny us both what we both known we want.

“You paid for it.”

His eyes narrow, a shadow cross his face as his lips pull back in a low growl.

“Stop it,” he hisses, shaking his head. “Whatever your situation, the money is yours, Kendall. We’re not—”

“So we’re doing it for free, then.”

He swallows, that jaw of his grinding as he watches my every step as I come closer and closer.

“No, we aren’t.”

His voice is flat, mechanical. A canned response. A lie. Because his mouth is saying the opposite of what his eyes are. The opposite of what his hands are doing, clenching into fists. The opposite of the bulge I can see lewdly throbbing inside his tented boxers.

“Yes, we are,” I whisper as I come to a stop right in front of where he’s sitting in his chair. Our eyes lock, and I barely pause as I put a knee on either side of his muscled legs and move onto the chair with him, hovering over his lap. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and before I can second guess myself, or ask myself exactly what the hell I think I’m doing with this vampy sex-kitten act I’m putting on, I reach out with my hand.

I reach out, and when my hand cups his thick bulge, we both react at the same time—me gasping quietly, and him growling thickly.

“Goddamnit, Kendall. I—earlier was—”

“Earlier was the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I whisper thickly, leaning in and moving closer to him, my lips approaching his.

“And I want more,” I breathe huskily against his mouth before pulling away, and sliding off his lap, not a single idea where this sex kitten act of mine is coming from, but I’m going with it. I stand, my fingers sliding under the hem of my tank top before I slowly pull it up and all the way off. My skin tingles, my bare nipples puckering as I stand topless in front of him. His eyes rake hungrily over me, and suddenly, Marshall snaps.

I gasp as his big hands reach out and cup the backs of my thighs. I tremble as his eyes pierce into me, his hands skimming up the backs of my thighs until he grabs my ass through my thin sleep shorts. He pulls me into him with a grunt, my knees toppling back onto the chair on either side of him as I fall into him. Our mouths come crashing together, and I’m whimpering eagerly as his tongue pushes past my lips, hungrily seeking mine. We grind together, this heated, feverish dance of our bodies pressing tight together as he growls fiercely into my mouth.

Those big hands of his kneed my ass, pulling my throbbing pussy against his thick bulge as I moan into him.

“I want you,” I whisper fiercely into the kiss. “I want you so fucking badly.”

He groans, kissing me deeper as one hand slides up my bare back, teasing up my spine. His hand slides into my hair and wraps it in a fist, making me gasp, my body clenching with aching need as he tugs on it. His lips drop to my exposed neck, sucking and nipping and teasing their way to my ear.

“Show me,” he growls lowly, making me whimper as his words send shivers through my body.

“Show me how bad you want me, baby girl,” he hisses, and my body shudders with ecstasy as I grind against him.

My sex kitten act falters for a second, because for all of my sultry talk and me just waltzing in here and whipping my shirt off, I realize quite quickly that I am in way over my head. I’ve never seduced anyone before, let alone a man more than twice my age, with decades of experience. And who am I? Some silly little girl with a crush who’s gone jumping into the deep end with him, and suddenly I wonder if I’m daring enough to actually do this.

But then his lips tease back over my jaw, and when they move to my lips and capture my moans as he kisses me deeply, I suddenly know that there’s no way I’m backing out now.

I kiss him back eagerly, rolling my hips against him eagerly. And when I feel his thickness pulse and throb against my pussy through my shorts, I moan as the fire curls and licks its way through me.