Page 30 of Blood Stone

His hands cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, and she swallowed. Her pussy was weeping moisture. He would see how eager she was, how badly she needed this.

She heard the rattle of his belt buckle. The big square belt buckle. And her excitement leapt tenfold. She lifted herself to look over her shoulder. She wanted to see—

His hand pushed against her back, driving her back against the desktop. “Stay,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

She felt the touch of his fingers against her cleft. Brief, teasing. Then the blunter probing of the tip of his cock. Another trembling, helpless moan escaped her.

Then, alarm touched her as she realized one major omission. “Condom, Adrian,” she cried. “Condom, condom!”

But his cock drove into her, sans protection, heavenlyau natural, spreading her flesh with its width. He slammed into her, deep and hard, until he came to rest, his thighs pressed against hers, his pelvis against her ass. Denim sandwiched between them.

He was still fully dressed. She was utterly naked and spread for him to fuck.

It added to the wickedness, somehow.

“Oh christ,” she whispered. Adrian wasn’t just going to get under her skin. He was more trouble than she’d ever been in.

His hands were on her hips, his fingers digging in for purchase. He eased himself out of her and she felt her pussy grip around him. And she felt every inch of him slide from her. The hard length of him departed.

She was slick with juice and it made a wet sound as he withdrew.

“You haven’t been fucked properly in a good long while, have you?” he asked.

Greg Evershot had swung by last night. Ostensibly to drop off the numbered copy of the Murad screenplay, but they had ended up in her bed, with Greg’s head between her thighs, and later, his cock... That was the last thing she was going to tell Adrian right at this moment, though.

Adrian slid a finger inside her, alongside the tip of his cock, and stroked the walls of her pussy. They rippled at his touch, making her groan. “I’m not talking about your toy boys, Kate. I mean, when were youreallyfucked?”

Her hips shifted by themselves, as she tried to ease Adrian back inside her. She wanted him deeper inside. He stilled her movements easily with one hand, while his fingers kept stroking, stroking.

Kate shuddered.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“I suppose you think you’re the one to do that.”

“Youknowthe answer to that.” And he moved inside her. It wasn’t exactly a thrust. He did shift deeper inside her, but it felt like his cock was massaging its way along the walls of her pussy.

Stroking her.

Kate let her eyes drift closed as her concentration narrowed down to the deep, sensual waves washing through her. She had wanted to guide Adrian at first, to let him know that for her, a more direct stimulation was the only thing that worked. She needed a mouth or hands on her clit to come. Years of sex with indifferent and spectacular partners alike had taught her that vaginal orgasms just weren’t part of her chemistry.

But there was time for that discussion, and for now, the delicious sensations he was producing in her were more than enough. They were heady. Breath-robbing. She was panting as they surged through her in undulating waves, as Adrian gripped her hips with both hands once more and began to slide his cock in and out of her in that same ripple-causing way.

She realized she was going to climax as Adrian’s thrusting shifted to a deeper, harder stroke that seemed to reach for her core. His shaft slid smoothly in and out of her, making her clench around him and causing the deep waves to turn into spasms, and suddenly, she was there, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She balled her hands into fists, her breath deserting her as the climax gathered power.

Cresting.

“Go on, Kate. Come around me. I want to feel it.” His voice was thickened with his own arousal.

The command was all she needed.

Kate gasped and moaned as the climax poured through her like silvered rivers of molten pleasure. It was every bit as good as what she had always thought of as a ‘normal’ climax. Better, even, for there was a cock inside her, and orgasms were always better when there she had a cock in her as well.

Or perhaps it was just Adrian himself who made the difference.

She shuddered and trembled as the last of the climax drained from her, and felt Adrian pull out of her.

“Pick up your phone,” he said.