Big Man's Contract

But then he pushes away from me, leaving me panting, wanting, and confused by the sudden absence.

His eyes smolder when he looks at me and says, “That’s not good enough for me. I want everyone in town to see you walk into my place. I want them to gossip.”

So he has an agenda. I had a feeling he would. He’s not going to let me get away with what I did to him all those years ago. This is about more than just sex. I just don’t know what it is. But if he thinks that’s going to bother me, he’s wrong. I’m not ashamed of sex. Walking into his home after all these years, knowing everyone in town will gossip and probably call me a whore for jumping into bed with him so quickly doesn’t bother me. I don’t care what these people think of me. I never did. I’m not the same person I was back then, but some things never change and that is one of those things. And I’m not going to let Madden have that kind of power over me either.

I grab him by the collar of the shirt, pulling him to me, and almost laugh when I see the shock in his eyes as they spring open. If he thinks I’m going to let him get any kind of revenge on me, he’s sadly mistaken. No one can have that kind of control on me. Not even the hottest guy I know.

He tries to resist, even pushes me away at one point. But when I reach out and grab his dick through his pants, his attitude changes. This time I can’t help but smile. He pushes me against the bar window. His lips press against mine, hard and desperate. When he opens his mouth, I do the same, letting our tongues mingle with each other in a soft, slippery tangle. The wetness between my legs soaks through my panties until it’s almost uncomfortable. I need them off. I need everything off.

As if reading my mind, he begins to strip me of my clothes in a frenzy as though they were on fire. He tears off my shirt and bra first, taking the slightest moment to marvel at my breasts before he’s getting rid of my shorts and panties next. I can tell it’s taking an extraordinary amount of effort on his part to slow down and take it all in. He’s animal-like in his intensity, but there’s also some restraint. He wants to take in this moment, I can tell. He wants what he wanted back then: the entire experience.

He caresses my breasts, rubbing his thumbs gently across my hard nipples. When I let out a moan, his eyes lock on mine and something silent passes between us. I’m not exactly sure what it is in its entirety just yet. Lust? Longing? I don’t know. But it feels like it’s more than something just physical. There’s something emotional there too. That, or he’s a damn good actor. I guess some men are. That’s why it’s so easy for them to get women into their beds. I’m not going to try to read more into it. Right now I just want his hands on my body, so I focus on that.

He sinks down to his knees. I watch wide-eyed and excited as he takes one of my bare thighs and puts it over his shoulder, moving it aside just enough for his head to fit between my legs. My entire body begins to shake as his face moves toward me. His eyes stay locked on mine as he kisses the smooth skin of the outer lips of my pussy. His breath and the stubble of his chin tickle me. I moan again as his tongue reaches out and tastes the silky folds.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in his deep voice.

I run my fingers through his thick dark hair. He smiles as I urge him to keep going by bringing his head closer to me. His amazing lips explore this new territory and his tongue seems to have GPS because it has turn-by-turn directions to the most sensitive and wonderful spots on that delicate part of my body. When he starts to suck on my clit, using the perfect amount of pressure and suction, I can’t take it any longer. A long, deep, splendid cry bursts out of me and I throw my head back as my orgasm racks my body, depleting all of my strength.

Madden doesn’t back down until I’m shaking so violently it’s very possible I might combust. When he detaches his mouth from my clit, the world starts to spin and I have to grab onto the wall to not be thrown off like a kid on a carousel in a playground.

“Holy shit,” is all I manage to get out. I have no more breath or strength to utter another word.