novelxo The Front Runner: Chapter 22
Being alone together in a quiet house, with no pretence of work separating us, feels intensely intimate. Mira’s eyes widen slightly when the door slams shut. We’re on our knees facing each other, and it’s like she just realized she’s in for one very long night. Sex has been boring for her?
Challenge fucking accepted.
I drop my mouth onto her puffy lips and kiss her. I taste myself, and I don’t even care. It makes me feel like she’s mine. I want her smelling like me, tasting like me, and looking at me with those round saucer eyes while I move inside her. I want her to be mine. Period.
The way she looks constantly surprised by our chemistry is such a turn on. I hope she never stops looking at me like that.
Shocked awe. Lips slightly parted. Cheeks stained a pretty pink.
Her mouth moves against mine as our tongues tangle, and I slide one hand down over her ribs to where the dainty zipper holds her dress closed. I was happy to rip the panties, but this backless dress is going to make more appearances in our life. I’ll find fancy places to take her just so she keeps wearing it.
Because her and I? We’re just getting started.
Mira’s fingers move against the buttons down the front of my shirt as we both undress each other. When I tug the dress off her shoulders, I lean back to get a better look. I always knew she had incredible tits, but seeing them bare right in front of me is a gift.
“Fuck,” I murmur, tracing the feminine curve of her heavy breasts and the deep brown nipples that are pointing straight back at me.
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly, eyes roaming my upper body just as appreciatively.
I reach forward and palm one, squeezing gently as I flick a thumb across her nipple. “I’m going to fuck these one day.”
“What?” There’s the shy girl I’ve come to know.
I lean close again, kissing her neck and covering both of her breasts with my palms. “I’m going to watch you rub oil all over them.” A ragged moan breaks out of her throat as I continue kissing along her jaw line. “And then I’m going to slide my cock between them. Watch your gorgeous eyes go wide while I do.” She whimpers, fingers shaking as they trail up over my chest, nails scratching slightly as she does. “And then I’ll leave you with a pretty pearl necklace before I settle in for another taste of what’s between these thighs. You’ll never be bored with me, Mira. I can promise you that.”
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes out with a small tremble in her voice.
“I don’t really care what you call me while I do it, sweetheart. So long as you spread those legs and let me worship between them.”
She jerks back now, fisting my hair. “Stefan, so help me. If you don’t shut up and get naked with me right here and now, I’m going to lose it.”
A sly smile takes over my face. “Are you hungry, Kitten? I like it when your claws come out.”
She shimmies the rest of the silk down over her hips, moving just enough to discard the dress on the floor and sits back on her heels. Now she’s kneeling in my fully lit foyer, wearing nothing but a pair of torn panties around her waist.
“I thought I liked the dress on you,” I say, devouring the sight of dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and wild eyes boring into mine with so much hunger it almost knocks me over. “But now I think I might like it better on the floor.”
“Lose the clothes, Stefan.” There’s an edge to her voice, an urgency.
I slowly remove my shirt, dropping it behind myself. “Is this your version of begging, Mira?”
She licks her lips and looks down at her hard nipples, the blush on her chest, the raised gooseflesh on her arms. Her voice is quiet when she looks up at me shyly and replies, “Yes.”
My pants are torn off in a flurry, and I’m too ravenous to leave the hardwood floor of my entryway. Does she deserve better than being fucked on the floor? Definitely. But I’ll make that up to her later.
I sit down and reach forward, yanking her into my lap, feeling her wet lips slide across the length of my erection. Her hips buck, rubbing against me again, and we moan in unison. My lips latch onto one nipple, and I suck.
“There’s a condom in my wallet. Pants pocket.” Then I dive back down onto the opposite nipple, sucking hard, swirling my tongue and then squeezing with my teeth. She’s grappling with my pants, fumbling around with my wallet, chucking cards and cash all over the floor in a rush to find the aluminum wrapper while I feast on her breasts like a man starved.
“These are delectable,” I murmur, wrapping my hands around her waist as the tearing sound fills the room.
“There,” she breathes out as she pulls the condom out triumphantly.
I lean back onto my hands and watch her. She looks downright erotic, her heart-shaped lips all puffy and glistening, her eye makeup slightly smudged. And all I want to do is make more of a mess with her. She’s a canvas, and I’m about to paint.
“You put it on.”
“Me?” Her hands tremble as she looks around the room, but I don’t think it’s nerves. Mira’s not a nervous woman.
“Who else would I want to put it on?”
The tip of her tongue peeks out between her lips, and she nods. Her hands are sure when she wraps them around my length and edges back a bit, carefully rolling the condom over my cock. Her hands look delicate, but with all those hours of professional training, she moves with confidence.
When she looks up, her long hair makes a curtain around her face. “Now what?”
The contrast of her vulnerability and confidence is such a goddamn turn on. I can barely handle it. I reach out and grab her. Hands back on her waist, I move her onto my lap, my dick right up against the front of her pussy, resting on her stomach, giving us the perfect visual for how much room I’ll be taking up inside of her.
And both of us are watching. It seems like neither of us can look away.
I lift her slightly, feeling her nails digging into my bare shoulders, lining the head of my cock up with her slick entrance before I stare into her beautiful face. “Now you sit on it.”
A small smile touches her lips as she eases herself down. What was frantic before suddenly feels in slow motion. She pauses after every inch with a small gasp. I’ve never seen anything sexier than the look of pure lust on her face as she takes me. At first, I watch her pussy, the way it stretches around me, but now all I can see is her face and the way her focus is fully on where we’re joined.
Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and she looks downright fascinated. I’m not going to last if she keeps looking at us like that.
When she drops to fully seated, we groan in unison. I feel her pulse and clench around me. My head tips back and hers tips forward, her lips moving across my chest reverently.
Her hips swivel, and she moans. “Stefan.” Her breath breezes against my nipple as her hands travel up the back of my head, and I can’t keep my hands off her any longer.
Sitting up tall, I wrap my arms around her and drag her mouth into a gentle kiss. Mira’s hips move in a soft twisting motion, and my vision blurs. I can’t pinpoint what it is. The angle, the snug fit, the tense lead-up? All I know is that sex—two people coming together—has never felt so absolutely necessary as it does right now.
I’ve known I’m attracted to Mira for a long time, but my head is spinning with the way this feels like something else entirely. Her lips on mine, her hands gripping me at the same time as her cunt. Our kiss turns into just breathing each other’s air while her hips pick up the pace. She rises and drops herself down onto me with abandon.
“Stefan, you feel…” She trails off, head back and fingers knitting around the back of my neck while she continues to ride me.
And for once, I’m speechless.
The sensual curve of her throat entrances me, the light sheen of sweat on her chest distracts me, and the way her tits bounce while she fucks me is my undoing.
In one swift motion, I pull her close and flip her over onto her back so I can be on top. “How do I feel, Mira?” My hand trails over her chest reverently as I push up above her. “Tell me.”
I expect her to need some time to think about that. I expect her to balk. But her lust-drenched voice takes my breath away when she says, “You feel like this is how it’s supposed to be.”
I drop my head into the crook of her neck. The smell of her perfume is strongest here. It’s intoxicating, something with liquorice and honey. My tongue darts out as I pump slowly into her. “You are fucking delicious. And you are fucking right. Stuffed full of my cock is exactly how you’re supposed to be.”
A quiet chuckle filters into my awareness. “All that scolding about language, and you talk like this as soon as the clothes come off.”
I smile against her collarbone and nip at her soft skin again. “You love it. And Mira?”
“Yeah?” she breathes, impatiently writhing against me.
I pull up, catching her gaze again, feeling the bite of the hardwood against my knees and the squeeze of her thighs around my waist, those hot-as-fuck spiky heels scratching at my back. “You feel like this is how it’s supposed to be, too.”
She nods and rolls her lips together, but that movement blends into the shaking of her body as I thrust in hard. I rest one elbow by her head so I can watch her face while I drive into her. My other hand finds her clit and circles.
“Oh god,” she cries out as I press down and continue with slow, hard strokes. Her pussy flutters around me. Soon, her legs shake, she’s close.
Her legs clench, keeping me close, and I throw one leg up over my shoulder, needing to feel her deeper. My hand wraps around her ankle, brushing against the cuff of her stiletto. I turn my head and press a kiss to the delicate bone there. “I knew these would look good propped up on my shoulders.”
Her top teeth bite down into her pillowy bottom lip as I slam into her, making her tits bounce with the force of it.
“Good girl, Mira. Come on my cock now.” I give her clit one firm squeeze and she tenses, rearing up beneath me before dissolving into a tangle of trembling limbs and incoherent words. I can make out ‘holy fuck’ and ‘so good,’ and it makes me smile as I brace myself above her and chase my own release.
Her hips move to meet mine even as she mewls and goes soft beneath me.
She’s so wet, and so warm, and I tell her as much. “You feel like heaven,” I say as I slide into her body one last time.
And then it hits, and I drop my head onto her heaving chest as I spill inside her.
We’re both sweaty and breathless as her hands circle around the back of my head to hold me close.
“Is sex always like that for you?” she pants out, awe bleeding into her voice.
And because I pride myself on being honest, I tell her the truth.
“No. It’s never been like that. Not even fucking close.”