Chapter 7
His tongue lightly flicks over my clit, and I forgive him. When he slides a finger inside of me, I mentally swear to never be mad at him for anything.
He could shred every piece of clothing I have with me, and I will let it slide so long as he never stops doing that to my body.
“Still mad?” He presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh.
“I will be if you stop,” I assure him.
He chuckles. “Getting greedy?”
“Not getting. Already there.”
He captures my gaze in some sort of hot-man tractor beam and slips a second finger inside me, curling them both at the knuckle and driving me mad. I fall back onto the pillows, stuffing my hands into my hair and pulling.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“No, just me.” He laughs softly. “Do you want my tongue?”
“Yes!” I dare to shoot him a glare.
He responds with a cocking of his eyebrow that suggests I shouldn’t push him too hard.
“Did you want to rephrase your answer, sweetheart?” He curls his fingers again and thrusts them deeper into me.
I’m going to burst into flames right in this bed if he makes things any hotter.
“Do you want my tongue?” he asks again, sounding like a patient mentor waiting for the correct answer from his pupil.
“Yes, sir.” I nod.
His approving grin is everything.
“Good girl.” It’s the last thing I hear before he lowers his head and the magic that is his tongue unleashes a moan from deep within my soul.
My hips lift from the mattress. My hands fly into his hair.
I’ve lost all control of my body. All I can do is fly right into the blazing rays of the sun.
“Just like that…oh, fuck…oh, God.”
Matching the rhythm of his tongue, I sway my hips. He scrapes his teeth over my clit, and I cry out.
He does it again.
My breath catches.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” he asks, swirling his tongue around my clit.
“Yes, sir.” I don’t hesitate with the moniker. I won’t do anything to stop the tsunami from taking over.
Bring on the waves.
The earthquakes.
The flood.
Drown me in pleasure.
My body shudders. He twists his fingers, curls them, bites down on my clit, then licks it.
I’m going to launch.
“Such a sweet girl, come for me, sweetheart. Give over,” he orders softly but with such authority my body has no choice but to obey.
And then I’m screaming.
Intense waves of pleasure rip through me, shaking every muscle, firing every nerve ending.
My body pulses. There’s a good chance my heart is going to beat itself right out of my chest.
Tingles dance over my skin, gently bringing me back down to earth. When I open my eyes, he’s leaning over me, satisfaction graffitied all over his face.
“And here I was thinking you didn’t have the arrogant gene like most men.”
“Not arrogance, this is pride.” He kisses me, making me taste myself.
It’s erotic and hot. I need him again.
“Would it feed your ego to tell you no man has ever made me do that before?”
“Make you come?” His eyes go wide, like I’ve just confessed to the original sin.
“Not with his mouth and fingers, no.” I sigh, sated, content…hungry for more.
“I really think it’s time you give me a list of men you’ve been dealing with. They need to be taken off the planet. It’s bad for society to let them keep roaming around.”
I laugh, because it’s ridiculous, and I think he half means it.
He kisses my collarbone, then my chest.
Moving to the cups of my bra, he tugs them down until he has access to my nipple. His teeth scrape over one then the other.
“Hmm, sensitive.” He winks at me as he moves between my legs again. “You’re beautiful like this.”
“Am I?” It’s not that I’m fishing for compliments, it’s just no one has ever said such things to me.
“Tell me no one’s told you that either.”
“Well, you’ve caught me on a good night. I don’t usually wear makeup and dress so nice. I’m usually covered in finger paint with my hair pulled up into a ponytail. Sometimes I even wear glasses.”
“If we had more time, we could definitely play around with the sexy librarian fantasy,” he says, returning his attention to my breast.
An electric shudder runs through me as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my perked nipple.
“Hmm?” I lace my fingers through his hair. It’s full and thick.
He chuckles, moving between my legs. The bed jostles, and when I open my eyes, I witness his cock springing free of his black jockey boxers.
I bite my tongue to keep from saying something stupid like asking him if the damn thing is going to fit. Because, well, obviously. He’s not in jail for having killed anyone from impaling them on his cock.
It’s beautifully thick. Sitting up, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his shaft.
His groan is unworldly. Almost like my touch hurts, but in the best possible way.
I smile up at him, wait until his devilish eyes are locked on me, and then squeeze my grip around him and stroke.
Another guttural sound, and this time, he rolls his head back.
“Fuck, woman, if you keep that up, you won’t get to feel my cock stuffed inside you.”
Leaning into him, I kiss his bare chest. He has so many tattoos, they seem to run into each other. I make a mental note to take the time to inspect them later. When there’s time and my body isn’t about to revolt if I don’t give it what it wants.
Him.
“Then I’ll stop, because I definitely want to feel that.” I let him go, but he grabs my wrist, putting my hand right back where it was.
“Just a little more, sweetheart,” his voice is coarse. “Fuck. No.”
He pulls my touch away and pushes me back against the pillows.
I’m laughing, wiggling beneath him.
“I’m not sure what you’re laughing at, you’ll be begging me soon enough.” It’s a threat and a promise all rolled into one.
He sits back on his heels, a foil packet in his hands.
“Where did that come from?” I laugh again.
A cocky grin pulls on his lips as he tears open the package. Leaning up on my elbows I watch as he rolls the latex condom over his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of his thick masculine fingers running over his shaft.
He tosses the packet away and covers my body with his.
I’m barely breathing by the time he breaks the kiss. I’m drunk on him.
“I’m not waiting anymore,” he mutters against my mouth, pushing the head of his cock against my entrance.
“Good. Don’t.” I wrap my arms around him.
He plows forward, filling me in one quick movement. Stretching me to the limits.
I cry out, and he freezes.
“Give it a second.” He kisses my cheek.
“No. Don’t stop.” I hug him tighter. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles. “I won’t.”
The man is true to his word. It’s not just his cock, it’s his hands, his mouth, his scent. All of it invades me, pleasures me, devours me at the same time.
I’m not sure where one thought ends and another starts. But they all include one word.
More.
“Fuck!” I roll my head back, gripping his shoulders.
He cups my ass, squeezing as he flips us backward. I’m on top now, riding him as he stares up at me.
I’m bewildered.
“How’d you do that without flinging me across the room?” I fall into a rhythm, sinking hard onto his cock before rising again.
“Do you really want to know?” His hips rise with me, his hands dig into my ass.
I’m the one riding him, but he’s still controlling us.
“God no.” I decide it’s better not to delve into topics that might land me in any place that might make me question my decision for being here.
I get one night. I’m not going to ruin it by playing a bunch of ‘what about’ games.
“Knees. Sweetheart, get on your hands and knees.” Effortlessly, he lifts me from his lap and twists me until I’m in the position he wants.
I look over my shoulder at him. He’s licking his lips.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Your ass.” He slaps me.
I jerk forward but immediately move back into position.
He chuckles. “You like that.”
I don’t answer, which is an answer in itself.
He slaps me again.
I fall forward onto my forearms, sticking my ass up higher for him.
“Hmm, I guess threatening to spank you wasn’t really a threat was it?” He spanks me again, and again until heat spreads across my ass up my back and into my soul.
His cock pushes against my entrance again.
“What do you say if you need me to stop?” He questions, sliding his hand into my hair and pulling my head back.
“I say stop.”
“Good girl.”
I nearly come from the vibrations of his voice hitting my heart.
Two words that stroke my clit as sweetly as his fingers.
I don’t have time to unpack that, because he’s plowing into me again.
And again.
His hand is still wrapped around my hair as he fills me with his cock. I’m stretched even more with this position, and it feels more amazing than I could have imagined.
I’m no virgin. I’ve had plenty of boyfriends and a few boy toys when I was in college. But this is on another level.
He pistons his hips, and I cry out from the brand-new sensation it unlocks.
“I have…oh god,” My eyes roll, my body coils.
Another orgasm rips through with such intensity my body shakes with it. My vision blurs, and my throat stretches around the cries I’m unleashing.
He doesn’t stop; he goes harder, faster, slapping my ass as he plows into me. A grunt, a moan, it all melts together with my own sounds.
Releasing my hair, he grabs my hips with both hands. Slamming me back at him, he fills me again and again, then stills, groaning as his own release sweeps him away.
Tender and breathless, I ease onto my stomach after he lets go of my hips. He leans over, kisses the small of my back, right over my ass.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, so softly, I’m not sure I’m supposed to hear it.
I roll to my side, yanking my bra back in place, and watch as he slips off the bed and saunters into the attached bathroom. It takes a few moments for my brain to clear of all the endorphins his cock just brought to life.
When he comes back from the bathroom, he’s wearing a smile and a new pair of boxers.
Sinking onto the bed, he wipes his fingers across my forehead, pushing the hair that’s stuck to me away.
“I ordered some food. It will be here soon.” He leans over and kisses me.
This one is tender, soft. A kiss a girl could get lost in.
“You ordered food from the bathroom?” I push up to my elbows.
He smiles. “There’s a phone in there.”
“Really?” I laugh. “In the bathroom?”
“It came in handy.” He runs his fingertips along my jaw. “You want a drink?”
“Maybe some water?” I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and pad over to the dresser.
“What are you doing?” He pushes the drawer closed from behind me.
“Getting my dress.”
“I said you can have it back when I give it to you.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “There’s a robe in the closet if you want.”
I tilt my head, letting him kiss his way up my neck.
“A robe will do.”
It’s thin, but soft as a cloud. A doorbell rings as I tie the belt around my middle.
“It’s probably the food.”
“Already? That’s fast.” I find a pair of slippers in the closet while he goes to answer the door.
It’s not the food.
It’s a man and Dmitri doesn’t sound pleased to be talking to him. When I enter the living room, Dmitri’s alone.
“I thought I heard someone talking,” I drop my shoe next to the one I left in the living room and sink onto the couch.
“It was nothing. The food will be here in a few minutes. I’m going to take a shower.” He stops at the couch where I’m leaning against the arm.
“You okay?” I ask.
His brow is furrowed. Tension fills his expression.
“I’m fine. Five minutes.” He cups my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Okay. Five minutes.” I smile softly, leaning into his touch.
He stares at me like he’s trying to memorize me, then drops his hand and walks off. A moment later, the bathroom door slams.
My handbag starts vibrating on the table.
How’s his dick?
I roll my eyes at Kara.
You’re disgusting.
I send it, then type another.
Best night ever!
The little dots dance for only a second before her reply comes through.
Just remember, you’re getting married. Don’t go falling in love over there.
I type out a smart-ass response, then delete it.
She’s right. I’m getting married tomorrow. Staying here will only make it that much harder to leave later. We agreed just one night.
What happens if my uncle finds out where I am, what I’ve been doing? What if my fiancé finds out? If he calls off the wedding, Tommy will be shipped off to Italy to live beneath my Uncle’s thumb. It’s no place for a six-year-old.
Staying here will only make things more difficult.
I’m leaving now. Don’t worry. Heart still in one piece. No feelings have been caught.
I drop my phone into my bag and hurry back into the bedroom. The water is still going, so I quickly shuck out of the robe and pull my dress over my head, smoothing it down as I shuffle from the bedroom.
Grabbing my heels, I drape my purse strap around my chest and jog to the door.
Quietly, I step out into the hall and pull the door shut as silently as possible. Running my fingers through my hair, I try to put myself together and get rid of the freshly fucked look while rushing to the elevators.
As I pass a room with one of the big men standing nearby, a woman steps into the hall with me. She glances behind me then at me, a tiny smile touches her lips.
“Hey,” I give a pathetic little wave, trying to be polite and nonchalant but it’s obvious she knows where I’ve come from.
I quicken my step until I’m running around the corner into the elevator bank. A carriage arrives right away, thank the universe, and the doors sweep open.
In my hurry, I don’t check to see if anyone is inside and nearly fall directly onto the room service cart being wheeled out. Our food.
It smells amazing.
“Sorry,” I mutter, turning to the side and squeezing past him as he exits the elevator.
Once alone, I hit the lobby button and hold my breath until the doors shut, sealing my escape as a success.
I lean against the back wall, taking a deep breath.
Best night I’ve had in a long time.
And probably the best night I’ll have in the future.
The memory of his kisses, his eyes locked on me, how alive he made me feel will be enough to get me through the next portion of my life.
I’m going to have a loveless marriage, but for one night I got to feel like the center of someone’s universe.
It’ll have to be enough.