New York Nights
Page 14
I shook my head in response; I couldn’t handle the way he was looking at me.
“You said you weren’t my type when I asked what you looked like.” He pulled away from my mouth, but he kept his thumb against my clit. “But you clearly are. Why did you lie about something as simple as that?””
“You didn’t tell me what you looked like, so—”
“Stop deflecting.” He hissed, and took a step back. “Tell me the reasoning. I’ve already figured out your reasoning for the other bullshit lies. By the way, no self-respecting lawyer would ever let another lawyer do their work for them.”
“Only a self-absorbed asshole who wants to seem deeper than he really is would call himself Thoreau.”
“Good to finally see the version of you that I remember.” He took another step back and crossed his arms. “Answer my question.”
“Fuck you.” I scoffed. “I told you I was sorry, begged you to listen to me, and now when you feel like talking, you think you can barge into my apartment and make me?”
“I haven’t made you do anything.” He smirked. “Yet.”
Silence.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for me to speak, but I couldn’t get a word out.
Look away from him...Look away from him...
As if he knew the power his gaze was having on me, he grinned and picked up one of my makeshift martinis.
Lifting one of the cherries from the liquor, he placed it against his lips. “Do you plan on standing there all night and looking at me, or are you going to answer my question?”
“No,” I said, finally looking away from him. “After the way you treated me in your office today, I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. You can stand there all night for all I care.” I walked towards my room. “There’s even a sandwich delivery coming if you decide to—”
My breath caught in my throat as he grabbed me from behind and pulled me against his chest. He quickly spun me around so we were face to face, and then he ripped my towel from around my body, letting it fall to the floor.
The cherry he’d picked up was in his mouth, and he was pressing it on my lips—silently commanding me to open up and eat it.
I stuck out my tongue to take it, but before sliding it to me, he whispered, “Don’t chew...I want to see how capable you are of swallowing.”
My gasping did all the swallowing for me.
“Good girl,” he said, loosening his grip around my waist. “Now, step back and hold the wall.”
“What?”
He pushed me against the wall before I could take another breath, grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head. “Hold the wall...”
I nodded, pressing my hands against the cool surface.
With a ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ look on his face, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and spoke softly, “I’ll make you regret it if you let go.”
“Yes...”
“That wasn’t a question.” The look on his face softened, and I was sure he could hear the loud beating in my chest.
I shut my eyes as he ran his hands up and down my sides.
I could feel his cock hardening through his pants as he lowered his kisses to my breasts and swirled his tongue around my nipples.
His mouth trailed down my stomach, and his hands caressed every inch of me as he made his way down.
“Thoreau...” I gasped as his tongue skimmed the inside of my thighs.
“My name is Andrew.” He got down on his knees. “We’re done playing that game.” He trapped my legs with his hands and pressed his mouth against my pussy. Licking me gently, he massaged my clit with his thumb.
I tried not to moan too loudly, tried to keep it all in, but each time he swirled his tongue, my mouth let another sound escape.
“You’re so fucking wet...” He groaned. “So fucking wet...” He slipped two thick fingers inside of me, pushing them as far as they could go.
My eyes fluttered open as he added a third finger, as he whispered, “So tight...”
“Ahhh...Andrew...” I gave up trying to be quiet.
“Yes?” He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and looked up, waiting for me to say something, but I couldn’t focus when he looked at me liked that.
With no lead-in kisses whatsoever, he buried his head in my pussy and fucking devoured me.
“Ohhh...” I cried out in indescribable pleasure. “Ohhh godddd, Andre...Waitttt...Slow down...”
He ignored me, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper.
I couldn’t help but let go of the wall. I dropped my hands to his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep my balance. The harder I pulled his hair, the more his tongue lashed against me with no mercy.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, but Andrew didn’t bother stopping. Instead, he lifted my right leg up and draped it over his shoulder. He grasped my thigh so I couldn’t move, and then he slid his tongue into me a little deeper—licking every corner of my walls.
On the verge of coming, I grabbed his shoulders as my pussy throbbed against his mouth. But he stopped abruptly.
He moved my leg and kissed his way back up my body, stopping when he reached my breasts. He palmed them with one hand and roughly twisted my nipples.
“I told you not to let go of that wall,” he said, looking down at me as he unzipped his pants.
I stared back into his eyes, nearly breathless.
“I did tell you that, didn’t I?” He clasped my hand and pressed it against his chest, slowly moving it lower and lower.
When my hand finally reached his dick, I looked down in utter shock. He was huge, massively thick, and my jaw was hanging wide open.
“You don’t like it?” He tilted my chin up and smirked.
I was utterly speechless, but I couldn’t deny how horny I felt right now. Remembering what he’d said on the phone, I lowered my head to taste him, but he stopped me.
“Not tonight.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and kept his eyes on me as he put it on.
Leading me to the couch, he sat down and pulled me into his lap.
I leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he quickly repositioned me so I was facing away from him. Then he teased me with the head of his cock—rubbing it against my slit. Again and again.
“Remember how you said you wanted to ride me until I came inside of you?” he whispered into my ear. “How you wanted to grind on me until I begged you to stop?”
“Yes...” I moaned.
He pushed me down by my shoulders and sank me onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inch by inch. The further I slipped onto him, the more he groaned. The more he said my name.
When he was completely inside of me, he held me still and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, letting me adjust to his length.
The feel of him was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intense, powerful, addictive.
“Ride me, Aubrey...” He pushed me forward. “Fucking ride me...”
I took a deep breath and rocked against him, slowly stretching my insides further and further. I could barely maintain a rhythm; the fullness of him was almost too much, and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb—driving me insane.
“You feel so fucking good right now...” He yanked me back by my hair. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“You said you weren’t my type when I asked what you looked like.” He pulled away from my mouth, but he kept his thumb against my clit. “But you clearly are. Why did you lie about something as simple as that?””
“You didn’t tell me what you looked like, so—”
“Stop deflecting.” He hissed, and took a step back. “Tell me the reasoning. I’ve already figured out your reasoning for the other bullshit lies. By the way, no self-respecting lawyer would ever let another lawyer do their work for them.”
“Only a self-absorbed asshole who wants to seem deeper than he really is would call himself Thoreau.”
“Good to finally see the version of you that I remember.” He took another step back and crossed his arms. “Answer my question.”
“Fuck you.” I scoffed. “I told you I was sorry, begged you to listen to me, and now when you feel like talking, you think you can barge into my apartment and make me?”
“I haven’t made you do anything.” He smirked. “Yet.”
Silence.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for me to speak, but I couldn’t get a word out.
Look away from him...Look away from him...
As if he knew the power his gaze was having on me, he grinned and picked up one of my makeshift martinis.
Lifting one of the cherries from the liquor, he placed it against his lips. “Do you plan on standing there all night and looking at me, or are you going to answer my question?”
“No,” I said, finally looking away from him. “After the way you treated me in your office today, I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. You can stand there all night for all I care.” I walked towards my room. “There’s even a sandwich delivery coming if you decide to—”
My breath caught in my throat as he grabbed me from behind and pulled me against his chest. He quickly spun me around so we were face to face, and then he ripped my towel from around my body, letting it fall to the floor.
The cherry he’d picked up was in his mouth, and he was pressing it on my lips—silently commanding me to open up and eat it.
I stuck out my tongue to take it, but before sliding it to me, he whispered, “Don’t chew...I want to see how capable you are of swallowing.”
My gasping did all the swallowing for me.
“Good girl,” he said, loosening his grip around my waist. “Now, step back and hold the wall.”
“What?”
He pushed me against the wall before I could take another breath, grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head. “Hold the wall...”
I nodded, pressing my hands against the cool surface.
With a ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ look on his face, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and spoke softly, “I’ll make you regret it if you let go.”
“Yes...”
“That wasn’t a question.” The look on his face softened, and I was sure he could hear the loud beating in my chest.
I shut my eyes as he ran his hands up and down my sides.
I could feel his cock hardening through his pants as he lowered his kisses to my breasts and swirled his tongue around my nipples.
His mouth trailed down my stomach, and his hands caressed every inch of me as he made his way down.
“Thoreau...” I gasped as his tongue skimmed the inside of my thighs.
“My name is Andrew.” He got down on his knees. “We’re done playing that game.” He trapped my legs with his hands and pressed his mouth against my pussy. Licking me gently, he massaged my clit with his thumb.
I tried not to moan too loudly, tried to keep it all in, but each time he swirled his tongue, my mouth let another sound escape.
“You’re so fucking wet...” He groaned. “So fucking wet...” He slipped two thick fingers inside of me, pushing them as far as they could go.
My eyes fluttered open as he added a third finger, as he whispered, “So tight...”
“Ahhh...Andrew...” I gave up trying to be quiet.
“Yes?” He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and looked up, waiting for me to say something, but I couldn’t focus when he looked at me liked that.
With no lead-in kisses whatsoever, he buried his head in my pussy and fucking devoured me.
“Ohhh...” I cried out in indescribable pleasure. “Ohhh godddd, Andre...Waitttt...Slow down...”
He ignored me, plunging his tongue deeper and deeper.
I couldn’t help but let go of the wall. I dropped my hands to his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep my balance. The harder I pulled his hair, the more his tongue lashed against me with no mercy.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, but Andrew didn’t bother stopping. Instead, he lifted my right leg up and draped it over his shoulder. He grasped my thigh so I couldn’t move, and then he slid his tongue into me a little deeper—licking every corner of my walls.
On the verge of coming, I grabbed his shoulders as my pussy throbbed against his mouth. But he stopped abruptly.
He moved my leg and kissed his way back up my body, stopping when he reached my breasts. He palmed them with one hand and roughly twisted my nipples.
“I told you not to let go of that wall,” he said, looking down at me as he unzipped his pants.
I stared back into his eyes, nearly breathless.
“I did tell you that, didn’t I?” He clasped my hand and pressed it against his chest, slowly moving it lower and lower.
When my hand finally reached his dick, I looked down in utter shock. He was huge, massively thick, and my jaw was hanging wide open.
“You don’t like it?” He tilted my chin up and smirked.
I was utterly speechless, but I couldn’t deny how horny I felt right now. Remembering what he’d said on the phone, I lowered my head to taste him, but he stopped me.
“Not tonight.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket, and kept his eyes on me as he put it on.
Leading me to the couch, he sat down and pulled me into his lap.
I leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he quickly repositioned me so I was facing away from him. Then he teased me with the head of his cock—rubbing it against my slit. Again and again.
“Remember how you said you wanted to ride me until I came inside of you?” he whispered into my ear. “How you wanted to grind on me until I begged you to stop?”
“Yes...” I moaned.
He pushed me down by my shoulders and sank me onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inch by inch. The further I slipped onto him, the more he groaned. The more he said my name.
When he was completely inside of me, he held me still and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, letting me adjust to his length.
The feel of him was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intense, powerful, addictive.
“Ride me, Aubrey...” He pushed me forward. “Fucking ride me...”
I took a deep breath and rocked against him, slowly stretching my insides further and further. I could barely maintain a rhythm; the fullness of him was almost too much, and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb—driving me insane.
“You feel so fucking good right now...” He yanked me back by my hair. “Don’t fucking stop.”
