“It’s futile anyway,” he says. I barely hear the words as he pulls back. “Stand up.” He climbs off the loveseat, stripping off his shirt. “Now.”
My stomach clenching at the intensity in his eyes, I’m on my feet before I realize I’ve moved.
“Take your dress off. Everything. I want you completely naked.”
The air brushes against my skin as the linen covering my body pools at my feet. As I step out, I watch Graham and almost gasp.
He’s standing in front of me, his cock in his hand, watching my every move. “Bra. Off.”
With a shaky hand, I unclasp the back and throw it at him. He catches it and presses it to his face.
“Now what?” I stand before him, not a thing on my skin. My hair drapes around my shoulders, and despite the fact I’m standing completely naked outside under the watchful eye of this sexy CEO, I don’t feel a bit nervous. Just . . . admired. That feels better than any orgasm, any accomplishment, any nice words ever spoken to me.
Graham sits again, his legs spread. He’s in complete control, managing the situation not with words or power, but with his eyes. That’s all it takes.
He strokes his cock up and down, all the while not
breaking eye contact with me. The flames of the fire dance beside us, the heat tickling my chilled skin.
“Come here,” he instructs.
I take the few steps to him, but before he can say anything more, I drop to my knees.
“Mallory . . .”
Gripping his cock at the base, I look him dead in the eye and flick my tongue against the head. His chin lifts, the muscles in his neck flexing as I stroke his length, letting my tongue trail down his shaft.
He clutches the armrest, his arms tensing and giving me some serious arm porn. I can feel the knot in my core igniting faster than I can attempt to control it, burning hotter with every minute.
I pull his swollen head into my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. He growls, lifting his hips in reaction. I take him as deep as I can, then pull him out to the tip, flicking it with my tongue.
“Fuck, Mallory.”
Taking his balls in my other hand, I squeeze them just enough to let him know I have them. As I pump him into my mouth, I feel him harden even more as my hand slides up and down him. He’s so thick I can barely get my entire hand around him.
Although my body screams for attention, my clit pulses between my legs, watching him react to me is worth the torture. His eyes squeezed shut, his frame trembling under my control, is unbelievable.
Just as I find the tempo I know will have him losing control, he reaches forward and takes my face in his hands. He guides me away, his cock making a popping sound as it releases from my mouth.
Falling back on my heels, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Why did you stop me?” I ask, catching my breath.
“I’m not getting off in your mouth. Stand up.”
As I get to my feet, he rustles in his pants behind me. I hear the tear of a package. When I turn around, I see him rolling a condom down himself. I flash him a confused look because we didn’t use one last time.
“I always use a rubber,” he says. “You caught me off guard last time.” He tosses the wrapper on the coffee table. “Now bend over the love seat. I want your ass up in the air.”
Climbing up, I rest my arms over the back of the loveseat. The wicker bites into my arms. Widening my knees and tilting my hips up, I feel the chill of the air on my heated pussy.
Looking behind me, I see Graham standing a few inches away.
“I could look at this all day every day.” He puts a hand on the globe of my ass. “This is perfect.” He smacks it lightly, just enough to sting. When I yelp, he laughs. “Just a warning, sometimes people are out on the golf course at night walking their dogs. They can’t see us—that I promise. But they can hear us. You might want to keep it down.” He snickers, getting behind me and wrapping an arm around my front. One finger touches my clit and I gasp. “Or not.”
His cock slides into me in one swift thrust.
“Oh my God!” I bend forward again, my hands winding over the wicker. My hair all falling to one side, I lean back against him. He pulls almost completely out and then pushes all the way inside me again. “Fuck, Graham. Do that again.”
He does. Once. Twice. Three times. By the fourth time, I’ve moved my hips so the tip of his cock hits my G-spot perfectly. He’s so damn hard, so solid, that every penetration is almost an action itself.