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and the sweat and whatever else he’s after. I reach back and unhook my
bra, dying for the sensation of his wet tongue on my bare skin. He laps and
suckles, greedy, and the pleasure mounts between my thighs, breaching the dam.
My panties are so wet that I’m bathing his bare cock with them. It’s too much. Too hot. Too right. I start to
come, moaning low and harsh. His hands grasp my ass and keep me riding, keep me
coming until he decides I’m done. Until I’m limp and reeling.
    “How do you
want me?” he says, nearly sneering.
    “I don’t
care. Just hard.”
    He helps me
to standing, such a selectively courteous gentleman. “I need to get something.”
    “No, you
don’t. I have a note from your doctor.”
    “You’re on
something?” he asks, stepping close.
    “Since
the dawn of time.”
    “All right,
then.” His face looms above mine, chest pushing into me. He’s staring me down,
forcing me to walk backward. “Get on your knees.”
    I obey.
    “Give me what
you gave the others.”
    “I don’t give them anything,” I say haughtily. “I take—”
    “Just suck my
bloody cock,” he says, apparently disinterested in my semantics.
    He’s hot and
thick and throbbing when I wrap my fingers around him. His smell makes the
glands in my mouth pucker and sting, anticipating.
    “Suck me.”
    I lick him
first. I bathe the smooth, taut skin of his head with my tongue and I taste
him. Heaven. I look up to find his hooded eyes staring
down at me.
    “More.”
    I do as he
says. The first inch then another. I take half of his
long dick in my mouth and stroke the other half, hard, from the base. He’s
big—bigger than the others—and I revel in the intimidation that tingles its way
down my spine. I listen to his moans and swears, let him pump his hips gently,
and I take what he gives me. He seems so close to the edge, but then he stops.
I’m drunk from him and it feels wrong when he pulls away.
    “Turn
around.”
    I shuffle in
place until I’m facing the cheval mirror. He angles it just so, and I watch his
reflection fall to its knees. He pushes my skirt up over my hips, yanks the
crotch of my panties to one side. Two fingers plunge deep, finding me still
dripping and swollen from my climax. So ready. I watch
his face in the mirror, the tremble in his lips and the narrowing of his eyes,
as though he’s in disbelief.
    “Please,” I
say.
    “Please
what?”
    “Fuck me,” I
beg him. “Now. Hard.”
    His fingers
thrust deep. “Say my name.”
    “Please,
Sean.”
    “Again.”
    “Fuck me,
Sean. Please.”
    He finds the
tiny zipper and jerks my skirt and panties down my thighs and off my calves. I
watch us in the mirror, just two naked strangers, both dying for the same
thing. Alone together in this empty house on a rainy night.
    He guides his
cock between my legs and runs it cruelly up and down my wet lips. I study the
muscle and bone flexing in his hips as he moves, the tight ridges of his
abdomen, the hard shapes of his arms as his hands
clamp around my waist. Strong. Young, but not like the
others. More real. Far more
dangerous.
    I catch his
eyes in the mirror. “I want you.”
    “I know.”
    “Enjoy yourself ,” I say. “You’re never getting this again.”
    I feel his
head at my entrance, teasing.
    “You’re so
wet,” he murmurs, and it sounds suddenly like worship.
    “Take me.”
    “I only get
this once, you said. I’ll do it how I want.” I feel him easing in, slow as an
hour hand.
    “Come on.”
    He groans,
giving me a little more. There’s pressure. He’s thick, and I’m tight with the
craving. I want him to split me clean open.
    “Don’t be
gentle.”
    “Fuck
gentle,” he says, laughing. “This is torture, sweetheart.”
    I push my
hips back and force him deeper.
    He gasps,
against his better judgment, I suspect. “You bloody cheater.”
    “So punish
me.”
    I think this
battle of wills is still raging, but I’m wrong. Sean’s hands grasp me hard at
the hips, and he slams