Sweetest Venom

Thankful to be standing in a secluded area, I slide the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, exposing her tits and burying my face in them. “I would, and you know it.”

I suck her nipples, rolling the tip with my tongue, biting, tasting. “Oh God.”

“Save that for later, babe.”

She laughs throatily, and it’s like sex in my ears. “What am I going to do with you, Ronan?”

“Why, fuck me senseless, of course. Now let’s go before we give everyone a show they won’t forget.”

As we’re walking toward her bedroom, she asks, “Who was that girl you were talking to when you first got here?”

Ah. She was paying attention, after all. “No one important.”

Inside her room, I tell her to go sit on the chair next to her bed.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

I kneel in front of her, pulling down her thong, and push her legs apart.

“Are you enjoying the party, Ronan?” she asks softly, her eyes closing as her head rolls back on the back of the chair. Her hands go to my hair, pulling me closer.

“Now I am,” I say before I get lost in her taste on my tongue.

THE NEXT MORNING, I call into the office and tell Gina that I won’t be able to go to work today. Not that she needs me since Lawrence is still out of the country, and, apparently, Blaire requested Tony to be her assigned driver in the meantime. Good riddance, I think to myself even though the words sound hollow and untrue.

I come back to bed and watch a naked Rachel smile at me as she tries to cover herself with the sheet. “Did you get in trouble?”

I shake my head, our gazes connecting. “Drop the sheet. Let me see you.”

She blushes, but allows the material to fall like running water down her naked body. Mesmerized, my eyes absorb the way her blonde hair covers her shoulders, the rosy color of her nipples, and the soft curves that make her so damn tempting. With Blaire still fucking with my mind, I seek solace in Rachel’s body.

“Spread your legs,” I murmur raspily.

Bashful and insecure, Rachel opens her legs gently while her eyes burn invitingly. I kneel in front of her, pumping my cock in my hand, wanting her again. “No. My boss is out of town, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“So you’re a chauffeur during the day?” she asks, following the motion of my fist.

“Amongst other things.”

She watches me as I lean over her, taking her hands in mine and putting them above her head. Her pupils widen with excitement as her lips part and I kiss her deeply, roughly. It’s a needy kiss that leaves us both breathless and burning from the inside out. Dipping my head down, I bite her shoulder before capturing her tit in my mouth. She purrs in my ear as I tongue and suck her nipple until it’s painfully hard.

Her back curving, she digs her feet on the mattress. “Please, Ronan …” There’s a blush that’s spreading from the crests of her cheeks down to her chest. I can see the fast rise of her chest and sense her desperation growing.

I smile against her skin. “What do you want?”

She shakes her head. “No, Ronan … I …”

“Show me,” I say before biting her neck.

Rachel reaches down to touch me, wrapping my cock in her small hand. Arching, she begins to rub me against her pussy, wetting the head, making me shiver, driving us both mad. She places the swollen head in her entrance and grabs my ass, pulling me inside her snug, wet cunt and wraps her legs around my hips. She gasps and I groan when I’m deeply rooted in her pussy.

I keep my hold on her one wrist and begin to fuck her in slow and easy strokes, feeling the walls of her cunt tighten around me, stretching for me.