Sloan’s apartment is one of the nicest places I have seen in person. It’s cold and closed off, like a museum, yet somewhat inviting. It has its certain charms that make it easier to feel at home. With its open floor plan, vaulted ceilings, and spacious rooms, I take my time studying every feature of every room. I was too busy taking off my clothes the last time I was here.
I bet Sloan would kill me for going through his place, as if I own the joint, but he’s the one who gave me a key. If he didn’t want me to get comfortable, he wouldn’t have done something as intimate as handing over control of his house. This is what a man does with his long-term girlfriend—not the woman he has sex with between breaks. But we have become more to each other than just a cheap and quick fuck in the on-call room.
Two hours later, Sloan slams the door behind him, shaking the walls. By the sounds of it, he must be in a bad mood. Should I stay in bed and wait for him, as he had instructed, or do I go out there and greet him?
Glasses clang together in the kitchen, followed by a bottle being uncorked. I lean back against the headboard and open my thighs wide enough to give Sloan a perfect view. He strolls into the bedroom with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other.
“Mmm…” Sloan mutters and then licks his lips.
He sets the glasses on the bedside table and takes a sip from the bottle, before handing it to me.
“Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of the glasses?”
“After seeing how wet you are for me, fuck the wine. I want to taste your pussy.” Sloan clasps my biceps with a wicked grin on his handsome face and pulls me toward him.
Luring me in with his lecherous gaze, he stares so intently at me that I feel as though I am a patient he wants to study. I have the need to satisfy him, indulge him and his fantasies. Gripping my face in his hands, Sloan kisses me with so much passion my head spins from the intensity. He’s rough and aggressive when his hands thread through my hair.
Clamping a hand down on my shoulder, Sloan spins me around and flips me onto my stomach. He grips my hips and moves me where he wants. My lips brush against the comforter, and his manly scent fills my nostrils, as he grips my hair and holds me in place.
“Spread your legs,” he demands and shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me.
“Mmm…”
By the time his hand slide
s up my inner thigh, my entire body is on fire, desperate for more. He takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin, torturing me. Burying his face between my legs, he breathes against my pussy, causing my toes to curl. I moan, softly, gripping the sheets between my fingers as his tongue slips between my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. This is our first time alone, without fear of getting caught, in weeks.
Sloan shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing. My entire body sets on fire from Sloan hitting every sensitive spot at once. He stops moving just long enough for me to panic.
What the fuck is he doing? Don’t stop!
Before I can ask, he says, “Ava, are you listening to me?”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, nervous about what will come next.
“Good. I want you to come all over my fingers and face and do it quickly. Understand?”
“Yes,” I say with a smile, because that’s an order I know I can follow.
“That’s a good girl,” he says and gets back to work.
Once again, he holds my ass tighter, moving my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic that casts a spell on me. My body grows warmer, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. At least I know I won’t disappoint him. He wants me to come for him, and I have no problem doing just that.
My orgasm is mind-shattering, life changing, taking me to the point of ecstasy I have never felt before. My new boss is a sex god, plain and simple. There’s no other way to describe this man and the multiple orgasms he gives me. I moan so loud I scream against the mattress to stifle the sound. Not that it matters now that we’re alone.
I’m usually trying to hide the fact we are together while in public places. Neither of us needs to lose our job over our relationship when we’re both consenting adults. But we still have to be careful, out of fear out being caught. In his bedroom, I can be free and let loose. I remind myself of that fact and do just that.
I moan one last time, my entire body shaking in the process. “Oh. My. God.” Smashing my cheek into the mattress, I lean my head to the side, out of breath.
I expect him to fuck me, but instead, he smacks me on the ass, hitting me hard enough to leave a mark. But it feels good, and I want him to do it again. Sloan leans over me to twist my hair in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “Thank you for dinner, Ava. Your pussy was exactly what I wanted to eat.”
I have no idea what to say, but I lay there, confused. Then, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and fixes the bulge in his pants.
He’s hard, so why doesn’t he want to fuck me?
“Get up,” he orders, giving me a look that could cut through glass. “Go get ready. I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Umm…okay.” My voice is shaky when I speak. “Where are we going?”