Come Together (The Cityscape 3)

I watched as David shifted to retrieve his phone from his back pocket. His eyes and then his fingers darted over the screen.

Nov 19, 2012 8:39 PM

I don’t believe you.

I arched an eyebrow at him. His gaze turned heated, immediately warming my body. Visions from earlier flashed through my mind. I was feeling just as aroused as I was then, despite having already had two orgasms. I exhaled audibly.

“Liv? Are you listening?” Gretchen asked.

“Yes,” I croaked.

“Right,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

David’s hooded eyes scrolled down my body with agonizing slowness and then flicked back up to my face. He scooted his chair closer to mine, wet his lips and rested his hand on my knee under the tablecloth. I glanced around the restaurant nervously as his palm rubbed back and forth over my skin. A dull hum overtook my body the instant his hand inched up my skirt. I inhaled a ragged breath. His face gave nothing away, unless you were staring into his eyes as I was. They were fiery with need, mirroring my own desire.

Now at the top of my thighs, his fingers slipped between them, finding me slick. “You’re soaked,” he said, nonchalance threading his tone.

I inhaled rapidly, reaching for breath as he felt me. “For you.”

His jaw tightened as he coated his fingers with my wetness but didn’t penetrate. He leaned in and murmured, “If you’re still this wet, my job’s not done. I’ll finish you tonight with a hard fuck.”

My breath caught as my face flushed. “Harder than this afternoon?”

“So hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

The room was bright and loud, and I was slipping into his scent . . . . And then he withdrew before he’d even entered. He wiped his fingers down the inside of my thigh. His head tilted, and he kissed me seconds before I heard Gretchen’s voice.

“Look at you two,” she said. “So cute. Can’t keep your hands off each other.”

I laughed into his mouth, and he gave me a quick peck before returning to his position across the table.

“Brian e-mailed back,” David said. “Says this weekend’s a go. Have you heard from Greg?”

“Yep. He’s in.”

When the waiter dropped off the check, I snatched it immediately. “This is my treat.”

“I’ve got it,” David said, holding out his hand.

I grabbed my purse and ran away before David knew what was happening. I paid the waiter in cash and returned slowly to the table, smoothing my hands over my skirt as David sat rigid in his chair.

“Thanks,” Gretchen said nervously.

“No problem,” I responded, unsuccessfully avoiding David’s glare. “But I’m expecting one of you to put out.”

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I was bent at the hip, my hands wrapped around my ankles. This was the position David wanted me in. After enlisting a couple bellhops to carry up my boxes, he’d left to return the rental car. On his way home, he’d texted me how he wanted to find me, and it was like this: my ass in the air, my hands at my ankles. I was dripping with anticipation, and I’d nearly bitten off my bottom lip by the time he’d come home.

Now, I looked anxiously through my legs at the bedroom door. I was positioned at the end of the bed, but I doubted we’d even make it there. I heard him toss his keys onto the table in the foyer and make his way to the bedroom. He entered and disappeared right into the closet. “You waiting, baby?” he called.

“Yes,” I said impatiently.

“I’m coming.”

“David,” I groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”

I heard his chuckle. “So touch yourself.”

“No,” I squealed. “I want you to touch me.”

He exited the closet, taking his sweet time even though I was about to burst with desire. His feet were bare, but he was still in his suit pants. “I want to touch you, too,” he said, but he said it low and hoarse, and in a way that sounded like he’d been waiting to say it all day. I listened as he removed his watch, set it on the nightstand and came toward me. “Did you buy this earlier?”

“Yes.” I was wearing a tea rose pink satin bustier trimmed in black lace paired with a matching black lace thong.

He came up right behind me so I could feel his heat on the backs of my legs. “You told me you didn’t buy underwear today.”

“I lied,” I said through a smile.

He gasped. “You lied? What did I tell you about that?” As soon as the question left his mouth, his open palm landed on my ass cheek.

I groaned. “Honesty policy.”

“If I were a more patient man, I’d tie you to this bed as punishment.”

“You would?” I breathed.

“Instead, you hold onto your ankles like your life depends on it.”

“Okay,” I said. I was already doing that, taking my intense need out on them with an iron grip.

He slid my thong down over my ass so it fell to my ankles. “No,” he said when I tried to step out of it. With his foot, he nudged my legs apart as far as the underwear would allow. “All day I’ve been picturing you sprawled out on my desk, letting me have whatever I want.”

“I want you to have it all,” I said.

“All?” he asked.

“Everything. Take what you want.”

He took my ass cheek in one hand and massaged it, spreading me open as I heard his zipper. From between my legs, I watched his pants fall. My breathing was heavy, my grip tight, my vision blurry because he wasn’t even inside me and I could feel it already.

His fingers skimmed over my wet slit. “You have such a sweet ass,” he said. “Have I ever told you that?”

I whimpered softly and froze when I felt pressure on my anus. “David,” I breathed, a soft objection.

His finger, wet with my own juices, continued sliding over me tentatively. The pressure subsided, and I felt equally relieved and disappointed.

Tension returned when I heard him spit in his hand. His finger was back between my cheeks suddenly, teasing me with soft, measured circles. With his finger pressed against my anus, he pushed his cock into me, and I inhaled sharply.

“Made for me, baby,” he grated.

“Do it,” I exhaled.

He folded over my back, pushing so deeply that I thought I might rip apart at the seams. “You want it?”

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nbsp; “Yes, do it.”

“I’ll get lube.”

“No,” I bit out, dizzy with aching. “Just do it now.”

He straightened up, and his finger immediately began to ring my asshole, which quivered at the new sensation. His other hand held my hips in place as his cock pulsed into me, gently at first and then faster.

“Hold on to the bed,” he instructed, so I let my ankles go and braced myself against the frame.

His plunges were deep but steady as he slipped the tip of his finger inside. It was wet, but not slick, so it throbbed slightly. But I wanted to do it for him, so I fisted my hands and said, “More.”

He grunted, and his finger went deeper. My face flushed; I exhaled loudly. He held it there for a moment and then pushed all the way in, burning painful and sweet. He kept it there as his thrusting increased and suddenly he was pounding against me inhumanly hard like he’d promised. I pushed off the bed to meet him; his one finger all the way up my ass and the other hand pulling my hips into each thrust.

Without warning or slowing down, he pushed a second finger in, and I suppressed a cry. My eyes watered as my insides molded around him. I was full, overwhelmingly full, and tempted to push his hand away, but I bit down on my lip instead.

I closed my eyes and focused on his animal growls and on the feeling of his perfect cock driving in and out. My underwear seared against my ankles, chafing as I tried to spread my legs further to ease the sting.

“Oh, God,” I moaned to myself. I was in another world, feeling him as deep as I could get him. I accepted him into my body, the only way I ever wanted him.

“Fuck,” he bit out, crushing my hip with his hand as he drove into me. “You’re wrapped so goddamn tight around me.” I yelped when he twisted his fingers in me, and he stilled instantly.

“Don’t stop,” I begged and found my bottom lip with my teeth again.

He picked up his pace quickly, shoving me into the bed with each thrust. “That’s it, baby, come hard with two fingers in your ass.”

A cry tore from my throat as I exploded with a forceful and sudden orgasm. It was so powerful that my insides cramped and then released and it was over before I knew it and he had withdrawn from me completely so I sank down to the floor, still clutching the lip of the bed. I broke into a cold sweat and set my forehead against the frame. My heart pounded everywhere: in my ears, against my ribcage, between my legs. I had no idea if David had even come.