Forbidden Love
5
Lourde
My breath grew shallow as his hand in mine slid inside my sweats. Instead of being embarrassed this time, I watched his heated gaze on mine as I pleasured myself. Heat pooled in my core as I dragged my gaze down to the bulge in his suit pants.
He lowered his pants and started stroking himself. His biceps flexed as he clasped his large hands around the base, pulling it to the tip.
Fuck, watching him get off was the hottest thing. Now I understood. Gasping for air, I came for him while watching him stroke himself slowly and sensually.
He let go of himself and dropped to his knees, pulling my sweats down. He darted his tongue between my thighs, pulling another orgasm from me until I whimpered in delight and exhaustion.
“Barrett,” I rounded out his name on a moan.
He came to stand and held out his hand. I took his lead and somehow made it to the bedroom. With haste, we both peeled off our clothes, tossing them to the floor.
“Lie on your stomach,” he ordered in that dirty, husky voice that made me weak at the knees.
I did as he asked and heard the tearing of a foil packet and the snap of rubber.
He clung onto my hips, then without warning, slammed into me, so deep it propelled me forward, and I put my hands down to counterbalance the force.
“Do you like that, dollface?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I groaned.
His finger lightly touched my back entrance. And every nerve ending stood on end. “How about this?”
I looked back, and with his hand at the base of his cock, he dragged our juices up wetting me, there.
The cool sensation had me fisting the sheets in my hands, absorbing the delicious burn.
“Do you want this?”
I groaned, unable to find words.
“Tell me, dollface.”
“Yes! I want it.”
He didn’t hesitate and dipped his finger inside my back entrance. Fuck yes.
I squeezed my lady parts—the fullness, his fullness everywhere, making me orgasm in waves clamping down around him.
A few thrusts later, he found his release, then slumped on my back. “Sweet fuck, Lourde.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get bored with you.” I breathed out.
“Well, I like the sound of that,” he said, stroking the tender skin around the curve at the side of my breast. “So…”
“So?”
“How was your very first day at work today?” He rolled me over, and I sat upright.
“Busy, but so good. I can see why Olivia needs help. She has her team, but even with them, she’s run off her feet with all the projects you have for her.”
Mirroring me, he slid up against the tan leather headboard. “She can handle it.”
“She's great,” I said. “The Brooklyn site is still an array of contractors, kitchens at different levels, bathrooms at various stages, and it’s being finished in less than two weeks?”
“Guess so.”
“You don’t seem worried about it.”
“Olivia’s on it. With you, why worry? It only ages you unnecessarily.”
“I can see why you’re so successful. Calm under pressure is a unique trait to have. Connor certainly doesn’t possess it.” She laughed.
“What's up with Connor? He has been partying a little harder than usual lately. I noticed that in the Hamptons.”
“To be honest, I’m not too sure. But I think it has something to do with Dad’s impending retirement and Connor taking over the reins.”
“Big shoes to fill there,” Barrett said, his hand falling to below my waist.
“Uh-huh.” I breathed, uncertain if my body could take another Barrett-induced orgasm, let alone if I could walk straight tomorrow.
His hand stroked the inside of my thigh, and my skin tingled with excitement.
“Are you handy with a screwdriver?” I said, and he stopped his stroking.
“Are you trying to talk dirty, dollface?”
I threw my head back in laughter. “Hardly.” I picked up the screwdriver on the half-put-together bedside table and handed it to him.
“Oh, shit, no.’’