Marriage of Convenience: The Raven Brothers - Book 1 Page 10

“They’re pastel,” I said on a gasp as his tongue licked my nipple. It hardened and ached for him to suck it.

  “I love your tits,” he said, pinching them with his fingers.

  “They seem to like you.” I dropped my head back as I focused on the sensations his touch was eliciting in my body.

  “Do you like it when I touch you, Sara?”

  “Yes. Very much.”

  He reached for the cream, scooping it up with his fingers and rubbing it into my nipples. He leaned over and began to suck, one then the other.

  I moaned again, and my hips rocked, wanting to feel him there.

  “Is that why you asked if we’d keep fucking until we knew you were pregnant?” He coaxed me off the table long enough to push my panties down.

  I wasn’t sure why I asked him that, but I suspected it was because I liked sex, so I said, “Yes.”

  “You’re so fucking wet.” He held my panties up. “Is that for me?”

  I nodded.

  “Has anyone ever made you so wet?”

  “You know no one has.” My entire body was aching for his touch. I wished he’d stop taking his time.

  He helped me back on the table. “I’m going to cover you in this cream and eat you until you scream. What do you think of that?”

  “I think I wish you’d stop talking and start doing.”

  He laughed. “As you wish.”

  He smeared the cream over my breasts, down my belly and then between my thighs. I gasped as the cool confection touched my hard nub.

  “Now. Time for dessert.” His lips devoured me. His tongue lapped up every inch of my body. Pleasure built and built until I thought I’d come apart.

  Then he pushed my thighs open and feasted on my pussy.

  “Oh God, oh God… yes… more…” I was crazy with desire as his hot mouth worked me, pushing me higher and higher. My entire body was coiled tight.

  “Come on me, Sara. I want to taste your sweet juice.” His tongue thrust inside me, then he shook his head, his nose hitting me in my most sensitive spot.

  I screamed out as my orgasm slammed into me. My entire body bowed and went taut as pleasure rushed through to every nerve ending.

  “Fuck yeah, Sara.” He continued his onslaught on my pussy, until I was crying out again.

  He jerked back and began to undo his slacks. I lay there boneless, trying to catch my breath, and wishing I had the strength to return the favor.

  “I want to eat you too,” I managed to say.

  He growled. “Later.” He gripped my hips as he brought his dick between my thighs. “Sorry, Sara, this is going to be a little rough.” Then he plunged in. I arched again as a new wave of pleasure skittered along my senses.

  He didn’t waste any time. His body pummeled mine. The friction was building in my body until I didn’t think I could take it anymore.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted. “Come on Sara… fucking come.”

  His thumb pressed down on my nub and fireworks shot off in my brain. I cried out and my body gripped his dick so tight, I didn’t think he’d be able to get back out.

  He thrust. “Holy fucking Christ… Yes…!” He shouted as he reached deep inside me, releasing hot liquid. He continued to move, each time, I felt him release more liquid until it was dripping out of me.

  Finally, he stopped. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the table beside me as his chest heaved for air.

  “You okay?” he managed after a moment.

  “Yes.”

  He continued to work on catching his breath.

  “So, was it the color of the underwear or the style that you liked?” I asked.

  He lifted his head to look at me and laughed. “You’ll have to show me the others to be sure.”

  15

  Chase

  I didn’t know what it was about Sara, but I couldn’t seem to control myself around her. In the past, I had a little more finesse when it came to sex. I could take my time, work my way up slowly, and then finally come with a satisfying pop. With Sara, it was like every neuron in my body was firing. I went from zero to one hundred on the need to come scale. And when I did come, it fucking blew my mind.

  Was it because she was innocent? Her pussy was tighter? Her breasts rounder? I didn’t know, and to be honest, my helplessness around her was disconcerting. The truth was, I shouldn’t have been touching her again because I didn’t want her to get any ideas that this would be a real marriage. I would go along with her need to be with the child and we could live separate lives the same way my parents had. But deep down, I thought that eventually she’d want something more and leave. Sara seemed like a woman who needed love. She deserved love. She wouldn’t get it from me.

  I also didn’t want to get too used to her either. I didn’t think I’d fall for her as love wasn’t in my DNA. But a body like hers could be addicting, and I couldn’t afford that. I hated that I seemed to be a slave to my craving for her.

  I withdrew, noting my cum dripping from her pussy, which made my dick twitch. Seriously?

  “I’m sticky,” Sara said, running a hand over her belly. “And I didn’t get a turn.”

  I reached out a hand to help her sit up. “Turn?”

  “To eat you.”

  Oh fuck. My dick sprang to full life. That was different too. I’d always been a one-off with other women. How was it this woman had me full-tilt again in a matter of minutes after coming?

  “You said you’d teach me,” she said.

  I did say that. The idea of it excited me. Perhaps that’s what got my libido so revved up around her. I could teach her all there was to know about sex.

  “I think he likes that idea?” she said pointing to my cock.

  I took my shirt off and stepped out of my pants. “He does. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She nodded.

  It occurred to me that my goal in this arrangement was to make a child. Her sucking me off wasn’t how babies were made. But the idea of her sweet innocent lips on my cock was too much to pass up.

  She scooped up some cream and rubbed it on my nipple. I’d never thought my nipples were sensitive. Certainly not like a woman’s. But the cool cream followed by her hot mouth sent electric sensations through my body.

  As she licked my nipples, her fingers lightly traced down my abdomen. Then she sat back and looked at my dick.

  “Go head. Touch him.” I coaxed her.

  She trailed a finger from root to tip. It jumped at her touch. She got some more cream, and rubbed it along the length, making me hiss as sweet torture built.

  I took her hand, wrapping it tight around my dick. “Stroke him, Sara.”

  She did as I instructed and I closed my eyes to savor her touch. When she stopped, I nearly groaned with frustration. I felt cool cream again and then … holy shit… her mouth was on my tip.

  “Ah fuck,” my hips buck forward, thrusting into her mouth halfway. “Yes, suck it, Sara.”

  She sucked, sending a shock of electricity to my balls.

  “Fuck it,” I groaned, threading my fingers through her long hair and helping her get the right speed. “Fuck my cock with your mouth.”

  She made sexy moans as her mouth slurped with each glide of my dick in and out of it. She wasn’t the first woman to go down on me, but she was the first to have me careening toward an explosive end so quickly.

  “Tighter.”

  Her hand wrapped around my dick, and she stroked and sucked with her mouth in unison.

  “I’m going to come, I’m going to come… Ah fuck…” I started to push her away, not sure she’d want a mouth full of semen. “Let me come on your tits.”

  She sat up and I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking like my life depended on it.

  “Get on your knees.”

  She scooted off the table and onto her knees in front of me. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

  “It’s coming…” I shot my first load, landing on her chest. I kept stroking hard and fast as more shot out covering her tits, until finally, I felt like I’d expelled every bit of cum inside my body.

  It took a few moments for me to catch my breath. When I did, I looked down to find her experimentally rubbing the semen on her chest. Then she brought her fingers to her mouth to taste it. My dick had a twinge of life left in him, after all. Fucking hell.

  She looked up at me. “It’s salty.”

  “And messy.” I reached a hand out to help her up. For reasons I didn’t understand, I felt compelled to kiss her. I pulled her against me and fused my lips to hers. Her tits covered in my cum mashed against my chest. When we pulled apart, we were both sticky with cream and cum.

  “I need a shower.” She smiled up at me, looking happy and content. We weren’t going to have a fairy tale marriage. Love wasn’t a factor. But I could see myself living like this. Friends with benefits.

  I took her hand. “Good idea.” I led her to the bathroom in her room and turned the water on. When the water was warm enough, I ushered her in and joined her.

  I kissed her again, as I began to accept that this marriage could turn out okay after all. I hadn’t wanted to be saddled with a wife. The women I’d seen before would have been too much trouble. They’d demand things I wasn’t willing or able to give. They’d have their own agendas.

  At nineteen, Sara was like a blank slate. I was the only man who had ever touched her, which was arousing in and of itself. But it meant I could teach her all the ways a man and woman could enjoy each other. While she was smart and had her own mind, I didn’t sense any guile. She wanted love, which she could get from our child, and security, which I could give her. In return, I got the company. Win-win.

  She picked up the soap and started to wash.

  “You made a mess of me,” I said, bringing her soaping hands to my chest.

  Her eyes widened in surprise.

  “Sex can occur in many places in many different ways. Do you still want me to teach you?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathless. Another perk: she got turned on easily.

  I had her wash me and then I returned the favor. I turned her toward the wall and reached around to her front to massage her tits with my soapy hands.

  I lightly bit her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you from behind. Do you want that?”

  She moaned and her ass instinctively rubbed against my full dick. “Yes.”

  I put my hands on her hips. “Widen your legs a bit.”

  She did as I instructed.

  “Put your hands against the wall and tilt your ass back.”

  I ran my hand down her back and over her ass. I dropped to my knees and laved her pussy with my tongue, wanting to make sure she was wet with her own juices. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my mouth. Yep, she was ready.

  I stood and pressed my dick to her entrance. “This will feel different, but good. It shouldn’t hurt.”

  She pushed back, and my dick slid in a little. “I can’t wait, Chase. Do it now.”

  I chuckled. She was so real and open with her sexual needs. I liked it. I pushed inside her, slow, steady and smooth until I was fully inside her.

  I put my mouth next to her ear. “Do you feel me pulsing inside you?”

  “Yes.” She ground her hips back, her pussy squeezing me. It felt so fucking good.

  I reached around her, rubbing her hard clit until her hips were writhing and she was groaning.

  “Tell me when you’re going to come.”

  Her breath came out in harsh gasps. I began to move, sliding in and out as I continued to rub her clit.

  “Oh… Chase…”

  “Are you going to come?” I asked.

  “Yes… Oh…” Her pussy gripped my dick, and just like before, it had stars bursting in my brain.

  “Fuck…” I started to move faster, harder as I chased my orgasm. “I’m coming… Fuck Sara here I come.” I gripped her hips and plunged in as my release shot out of me, filling her pussy again.

  As I came down from my high, I held Sara around the waist. “Did you like that?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Yes.” Her breath was still harsh as she leaned into her hands still against the wall.

  “Had enough?” I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get it up again, but all of a sudden, I wanted to have her any and every way possible. I was on my honeymoon after all.

  “I don’t know. I think I need a minute.”

  I pulled out from and turned her. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head as she looked up at me. She had a loopy smile on her face. “I feel drunk.”

  I laughed. “You look drunk.”

  “Drunk on sex. Is that possible?” She looped her arms around my shoulders.

  “I plan to find out.” I pushed her against the wall of the shower and sucked her tits.

  “Oh god… it’s happening again.” Her head leaned against the wall of the shower as she closed her eyes and let me bring the magic to her body again.

  It took me a little longer to get to full staff, I watched her face as I fucked her with my fingers until she was coming again, and I was ready. I hooked her leg around my waist and surged inside her.

  She gasped. “I love how you fill me.”

  Her words heightened the sensation. “Talk dirty to me,” I demanded. “Use that innocent mouth to turn me on.”

  “Fuck me,” she gasped as I thrust into the hilt.

  “More.”

  “Come in me, Chase. Fill me with your cum.”

  Ah hell yeah. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. “More.”

  “Harder, Chase… Oh God, I’m coming again.”

  Her pussy contracted as I thrust in, launching me to ecstasy again.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “I can feel your cum in me.”

  I growled as her words sent another wave of pleasure through me and I shot another load inside her.

  As I returned to earth again, the unsettling feeling also returned. I shouldn’t indulge in this. Yes, it could make this marriage of convenience more palatable, but I couldn’t afford to get used to it. I had one goal: secure leadership of Raven Industries. I couldn’t let my dick distract me from that.

  But Jesus, it was so good with her. It couldn’t hurt to indulge on occasion. Sex had a way of taking the stress out of things. Besides, once she was pregnant, we’d stop, so why not get what I could while I could as long as she was willing to?

  At the moment though, I thought she’d hit her limit. Her body felt limp in my arms.

  “My bones are gone,” she murmured.

  “Let’s get you to your bed.” I reached back and turned off the water. Then I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the shower. I set her on the vanity and got a towel for each of us. Once we were dry, I carried her to her bed. I settled her in and started to leave.

  Her hand gripped my arm. “Can you stay just for a little bit?”

  Everything in my brain screamed “No.” But somehow, I ended up beside her, her lush body nestled next to mine.

  16

  Sara

  I had been fully initiated into sex. From Cosmo, I learned that there were a variety of ways to give someone sexual pleasure. If I had a checklist, I’d be able to mark off many of them tonight. On a table. Check. Giving a blow job. Check. Although did it count if he didn’t come in my mouth? In a shower. Check. From behind. Check. However, the magazine also suggested that it took longer for men to recover than women, and that most men had only one orgasm in them a night. Clearly, Cosmo didn’t know about Chase. He’d completely wrung me out that last time. I’m not sure how I kept my legs underneath me. Fortunately, he carried me to bed.

  The evening had been wonderful, so disappointment filled me when he went to leave me in my room. Why couldn’t he stay with me? I’d been afraid to ask him to hold me, but I wasn’t ready for the night to end. Sensing he wasn’t a cuddling type, I suggested that after I rested, we could have more sex.

  Laying next to him was like a little bit of heaven. I knew I couldn’t get used to it. Chase was pretty determined to keep an emotional distance between us. It was interesting that sex, an act that was the ultimate in intimacy, didn’t violate his emotional boundaries, but laying together did. For me though, it was comforting. For the first time I felt protected, even if I didn’t feel loved and cherished. I sighed and closed my eyes, savoring the nearness of him.

  I woke alone. It was dark in the room. I turned to the side table where the alarm clock sat with a red 3:04 am glowing on the screen. I’d fallen asleep. I wondered how long it had been before Chase left me. Why? What was the big deal about sharing a bed, anyway?

  Annoyed, I got out of bed. I started to put a robe on, but decided to stay naked. I strode to his room, but I hesitated outside his door. This was his domain and he might not appreciate me invading it. But I was his wife, dammit. Was he really going to relegate me to the guest room for this marriage? Fake or not, we were having sex. We were going to make a baby.

  I opened the door and peeked in. His room was large with huge floor to ceiling windows. His bed sat on one end and a sitting area was at the other. The house I grew up in could probably fit in this room.

  He lay on his back, one arm over his head, and his sheet riding low over his waist. His face was relaxed, his long dark lashes brushing over his cheeks. He looked almost serene.

  I walked over to him, marveling at his beauty. His chest was broad and hard. His abs were chiseled and strong. I slowly tugged the sheet down, revealing his penis. It lay along his thigh, not hard but not completely flaccid either. I’d read once that men often got erections while they slept.

  I reached over and gently drew a finger over it, causing it to jump.

  “What are you doing?” Sleep filled his voice, and I was glad he wasn’t angry.

  I wanted to tell him that I wanted to sleep with him, but I was afraid he’d push me away. “I want another lesson.”

  He groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  “I would think a man like you would like a wife who was amorous.” I purposefully used the word wife so he’d remember we were connected now, even if it was just a legal arrangement.

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