His words are whispered in the dark, and if I close my eyes, I can almost pretend I don’t hear them. But I do, and I know that I’ll give him what he wants. Like I always do. I’ve been fighting a losing battle. As much as I pretend to hate how overbearing he can be, a part of me loves it, too. My rational brain tells me all these things aren’t okay, but deep down I know I’m only lying to myself. When I think of all the things he’s done for me, and how he’d do anything and everything to have me, I love it.
His big hands, which could nearly span my waist, rub up and down my back. The air in the limo grows thick with desire. I need to talk to him, but when his hands are on me, I can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone stop the tidal wave of need that is about to crash on me. If he kisses me, I’ll beg him to take me right here on the floor. That’s how much I need him right now. I’ve gone too long, and I’m a drug addict coming off the wagon and looking for a fix.
“Oz.” His name is nearly a moan as he pulls me closer. My voice is pleading, and he knows he’s got me right where he wants me.
His sapphires look my body up and down, devouring me every inch of the way. He stares at my neck, and he reaches over and grabs something. He pulls out the orange linen pocket square from his dark gray suit and dips it into a glass of water he has sitting on the side bar. Then he proceeds to wipe my neck, where Eric put his mouth.
He doesn’t say a word as he cleans me, and then throws the linen to the floor in near disgust.
The next thing I know his mouth is on me in the same spot, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and his full lips sucking me into his mouth. He’s angry that someone else touched me, so he has to cover it up with his own touch. In a weird, twisted way, I understand it. And I welcome it.
I cling to him as he assaults my neck. Moaning into the quiet of the limo is all I can do as I take what he gives me. His hand runs between my legs, and the heel of his palm grinds against my panty-covered pussy. I shudder against the feeling, needing him. He puts more pressure in the most perfect place and I grind my hips against him while his mouth devours my neck.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, nearing a climax I’m not prepared for. It’s been too long since he’s really touched me. A wave of emotions floods me. The building pleasure is close, and I dig my nails into his suit jacket to try to keep it from happening, or to try to pull it closer. I have no idea which. But as he kneads his palm against me, he bites my neck and I come apart in his arms.
I cry out as the pleasure of my orgasm liquefies my bones, and I’m left a wrung-out heap of warmth in his arms. What he does to me is too good, and I won’t ever be able to get enough. Even now, as my climax gives its last pulse and soaks my underwear through, I’m already thinking about how many more he can give me before I pass out.
Before I realize what’s happening, Oz is carrying me out of the limo and into my building. Well, our building. I try not to blush as the night doorman waves at us and Oz nods to him.
When we get to the elevator, I expect him to put me down, but he doesn’t. He walks in and stands there, cradling me in his arms.
“I don’t suppose you’re taking me to the third floor?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.
There’s finality in his words, and I know now is not the time to fight him. So instead I put my key in for his floor and hit the button.
The elevator shoots straight up without pausing, and my stomach flips as we come to a stop. He’s taking me back into the land of Oz, only this time I fear I won’t be able to slip away so easily.
* * *
I carry Mallory to the bedroom and sit her down on the edge, kneeling in front of her. Reaching down, I unbuckle her deep blue suede heels and slip them off. I rub her feet for a moment, helping to ease any of the ache she may have felt from walking on them today.
The small moan she lets out as I squeeze her foot has my already-hard cock throbbing against my thigh. I try to ignore it, although I can feel my heartbeat inside it.