The Brit (2 page)

He didn't take us to a hotel like I'd expected, but instead pulled up to one of the swankiest apartment blocks in the city.

"I thought you didn't live here?
" I said as he helped me out of the car.

"I don't
, but I hate hotels so when I knew I was coming here I bought this place." He took my elbow in his hand as we walked towards the high rise.

Man to hav
e that kinda money must be nice.

I tried not to look like a goober as we walked through the lobby
, with its marble floors and gold filigree on the walls. The potted plants were taller than I, and the vases looked like they weighed a ton.

I tried not to look too closely at the people who were going and coming
, praying the whole time that no one got on the elevator with us. Nothing makes me more self-conscious than being around the wealthy. The differences between them and I was glaringly obvious, and I so didn't want him comparing the two right now.

When he took my hand in his and led me to a different elevator I released the breath I hadn't been aware of holding.

"Why so tense little love?"

"I'm not very comfortable in ritzy surroundings, always feels like I'm out of place and everyone knows it." I can't believe I told him that, what an idiot
, now he'll think I'm lacking or something.

"Nonsense, you have nothing to feel self conscious about, your beauty alone is enough to grant you entrance into anywhere you wish."

I couldn't keep my mouth from hanging open, did he really mean that or was he just saying that to get into my pants? Scratch that, I'd already invited him in.

I barely had a chance to register the mirrored walls of his private elevator before h
e was backing me up against one; his leg between mine and his mouth once more devouring me. I squeezed his muscled thigh between mine as I pressed my aching center down hard.

"Your mouth is so fucking sweet." He stopped long enough to growl those words before diving back in.

  By the time the door chimed he had my sweater up around my neck and one of my nipples in his mouth.

He walked me backwards into his apartment, which the doors opened directly into it seemed. I didn't get even a peep at my surroundings, before I felt the soft coolness of cotton under my back. My sweater was pulled off and thrown to the floor and his hand was down the front of my jeans. It's as though he was trying to do everything at once, and when his fingers found my heat and drove in I hummed around his tongue.

He was like a man possessed as he tore at my zipper while I pulled his shirt apart
, sending buttons flying every which way. The sight of his chest made my heart flutter. The dragonhead covered his chest, and the body went down his shoulder ending with the tail at his wrist. It was the most magnificent piece of body art I'd ever seen, but I barely had time to admire before he was devouring me with his mouth.

"Oh...." That was about as much as I could muster as his tongue went deep inside and my hands grabbed his hair as he feasted. I never thought the sound of a man growling while he ate me would be sexy
, but man the noises he made only helped to stoke the fire that was already burning out of control. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind was the thought that this was a complete stranger doing the most intimate thing to my body. I wanted to find fault with myself but couldn't, I wanted this, wanted him, if only for this one night.

I couldn't hold still as he spread me open and licked at me befo
re burying his tongue once more. I could feel my juices running down into his mouth as he enjoyed me.

I needed to touch him, to m
ake him burn as he made me burn. Using the hold I had on his hair I pulled him up and off throwing him to his back.

I saw the look of surprise on his face before I attacked his chest with teeth and nails. That tattoo o
f his was doing something to me. It made me feel wild and abandoned like I wanted to just be free and do what comes naturally.

I nibbled my way down to his
belt and pulled it open with my teeth. He grunted when my chin touched his enlarged penis, which promised to be all it seemed and more from the outline. By the time I had him free from the confines of his silk boxers I was salivating.

He was long and
thick and hard and I think I am going to expire from sheer excitement.

"Yum." I grinned at him before taking his tip into my mouth and tasting his pre cum. There was no way I was getting all of him in my mouth
, but I planned to have some fun with this big boy before we went any farther.

"I'll give you five minutes to enjoy yourself and then I'm going to fuck you until we're both too weak to walk."

Needless to say
, after that threat I was creaming as I licked him from tip to stem. His cock felt amazing in my hand, and his taste was hot on my tongue. The feel of his hands, rough and demanding as he pulled my hair only made me cream more.

He pulled my leg around until I straddled his head and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue licking even as he pushed two fingers inside.

"Oh fuck..." I pulled off his cock as his tongue and fingers did dangerous things to my equilibrium. When he pulled his fingers out only to drive them back in forcefully, I swallowed half of his monster cock, as I pushed my hips back against his hand.

The Br
it sure knew how to eat a pussy; he ate me like I was a gourmet special at a high-end eatery. His tongue delved into places inside me that had me shaking, and cumming in no time at all; and when he smacked my ass it was on.

I whined when he took my new toy away
, but I was soon happy again as he got to his knees, pushed my face down into the mattress and moved in behind me. The feel of all that hard meat sliding home was sublime, I arched my back instinctively as he pushed through.

I was expecting what came next
, so I was ready, and planting my knees firmly, I pushed back forcing him all the way in.

"Sweetheart?"

"Later, we'll talk later, now finish what you started."

Instead he pulled out and pushed me to my back before coming back inside.

"This changes everything." He was now looking at me as though I was that rarest of flowers, as he worked himself slowly back and forth into my heat. I knew his game, but I wasn't having it. Lifting my legs around his waist I ground down on his cock as I grabbed his ass digging my nails in.

"Fuck me
Jonathan."

"Fucking hell." He had no choice as I bit the dragon's tongue that forked around his nipple. His pounding made me ecstatic, my pussy was stuffed full and my insides were getting a workout
; but I was mesmerized as I watched the emotions cross his face. He was beautiful.

I'm not sure what's the usual protocol for these things, but in all the years of hearing my girlfriends tell it, I've never once heard them talk of going all night. Now I mean I've heard about seconds, and in some rare cases maybe thirds, but not once have I ever heard anyone speak of screwing for at least ten hours. Okay we did stop in between for a little rest and respite but never for more than a half-hour.

Sore did not begin to cover my kitty this morning
, but all through the night, when I was being pounded by the British hammer I didn't feel anything but pleasure.

My body had been put in positions I didn't know were humanly possible
, and where the hell did all that liquid come from? it's like I’d sprung a leak or something, I just stayed wet.

Oh yeah lad
ies, beware of men with tattoos. Especially drop dead gorgeous ones who looked like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths; it's a con. Him and his highbrow accent and expensive clothes; he fucked like a Trojan or what I would expect a Trojan to fuck like. See he's turned me inside out, I have no idea what I'm even saying anymore.

I'd tried sneaking out of his bed in the wee hours of the morning but the man seemed to be in tuned to me
, because he grabbed me before I could make it off the side of the mattress.

"Don't you kno
w it's impolite to fuck and run?"

"Um, I have to go home, I have to be at work soon."

"What time is it, can't you call out?"

"Um, it's five o'clock and no I can't call out I need to work." I tried pulling away from him but he pulled me back under him without much resistance from me. I'm such a slut.

"One more, I'll let you go after I've taken you one more time."

Okey dokey, one for the road sounds good, so what my kitty was already meowing that she was sore?

This one was slow and dreamy, and still full of passion. The way he held my ass in his hands like it was a work of art, the gentle back and forth glide of his hips as he surged up into me. The way he whispered sweet things in my ear, like how good my pussy felt around his cock. Those words said in his voice; good merciful heavens, I was so gone.

I think it's safe to say he's pretty much spoiled me for other men.

Afterwards we'd cleaned up and he'd driven me home to my little studio apartment on the other side of town. It wasn't much, but it was home and it was well within my budget. My scholarship helped pay for my tuition at the university and my job as a waitress paid for a roof over my head and put clothes on my back. I ate most of my meals at the restaurant so food cost was at a minimum, and I got most of my clothes at a consignment shop. It wasn't ideal but it'll do until I got my degree in a few months. I think at twenty-two and being on my own I was doing pretty good; better than some older adults. I have a little nest egg in the bank that I paid into religiously, my rainy day stash I call it.

"Is this neighborhood safe?" He was looking around as though he expected someone to jump out at us any second.

"Safe enough, it's a family oriented neighborhood with lots of school age kids and single parent homes."

"Hmm." That's all he said before kissing the daylights out of me. "I'll see you later love."

He waited until I was inside before driving off; I hugged myself behind the closed door of my apartment. Oh my gosh, what a night, what a way to lose my virginity, I couldn't wait to tell Lisa.

I was a little disappointed that he hadn't said anything about getting together again, but even if last night and this morning was all there will ever be between us, it was so worth it; it's a memory I will cherish forever.

Of course by the time I got to work the doubts had started settling i
n. Had I moved too fast, did he think less of me even though he said he wouldn't?  How could I face him now after all the things I'd let him do to me? not to mention what I'd done to him.

I felt my face flush with heat at the memory of some of the contortions he'd put my body in.
I had marks all over my body from where he'd bitten and sucked me. I had to put soothing cream on my kitty because she was extremely sore and I'd traded in my underwear in favor of going commando. I needed all the air I could get.

The first few hours of my shift went off without a hitch
, but when it drew close to the time my Brit usually showed up, I became a nervous wreck. When his assistant came in without him I was a little deflated but didn't let it show.

"Good afternoon, may I get you something to drink?" She deigned to look at me with what I could only peg as a sneer.

"Joanna right, yes, Jonathan told me about your little...tryst. I came ahead of him because as a woman I know how difficult these things can be. You see, Jonathan and I are engaged to be married; he has these little flings in every city we visit on business and I turn a blind eye because I'm a lady and I'm aware that there are some things people of lesser morals might be into..." I tried walking away after that but she gabbed my hand.

"Please take your hands off of me." I will not
cry in front of this she-devil. She and fucking Jonathan Smothers could both go fuck themselves the bastard.

"There's no need to become upset
, unless you were foolish enough to get your emotions involved. I never understood why you girls do that. I mean obviously a man like Jonathan couldn't possibly want anything more from someone like you other than a quick roll in the hay."

That's it, I was done;
my first inclination was to tuck tail and run, then I was going to give the table to someone else to take care of. I ran the full gamut of emotions from hurt, to anger, to, no fucking way asshole.

Jonathan
showed up half an hour later; in that time I'd stayed away from Satan's concubine, I didn't need any more of her venom spewed all over me. I approached their table with fire in my veins. No matter what, I was not going to let the son of a bitch know how much he'd hurt me.

I practically dropped his glass of water on the table in front of him. He smiled
at me but got a glare in return. Would you believe the bastard looked at me like he was hurt that I was glaring? English asshole. I hope he chokes on a chicken bone.

"What can I get you to drink?" Asshole, oh how I wish I could tack that on.

"You know what I drink Joanna." He tried to smile at me again, oh yeah that was gonna work, not.

"I forgot." I spat the words at him, his assistant or wife to be or what the fuck ever she was tried to intervene.

"Maybe we should eat somewhere else since the help doesn't seem to want...."

"
Melissa enough." He barely spared her a glance.

I rolled my eyes and walked a
way to get his seltzer and lime. I was fuming on my way back, that's why I didn't see that he'd followed me.

"What the hell's gotten into you?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Bullshit, I spent the night and this morning inside you and now you're acting like I'm your enemy
, and behaving like a raging lunatic."

"Oh I'm sorry, isn't this the w
ay all your other dupes reacted? I'm sorry if I'm not acting true to form but no one gave me the script."

"What the hell are you on about, what others?"

"Oh don't play games with me you man whore."

His face flashed to anger in a second flat
, and I instinctively took a step back.

"Explain yourself. NOW"

I jumped at the barked now and looked around to make sure my manager hadn't heard. Of course Nicole and Rachel were glued to the show, like we were an afternoon soap opera.

"Would you keep your voice down? look your fiancee
already explained how things are okay. I just wish you'd been honest up front and had the nerve to tell me instead of sending her to rub that shit in my face and pretty much call me a whore."

"What the bollocks are you talking about?"

"Which part didn't you understand?"

"Fiancee
, who's this person supposed to be since this is news to me?"

"Wh
at?" What the hell, was he...?