Chapter Seventeen
Repletion
Amy
Groaning, she sensed pale light pouring into the room but adamantly refused to open her eyes and acknowledge its intrusion. She was so warm in her haven, so comfortable beneath the covers, there was no way she was going to permit the light to draw her from the soothing sleep she was enjoying.
“Oh, go away!” she complained as consciousness slowly seeped into her mind. “It can’t be time to get up yet.”
Yanking the covers over her head, she turned in the bed, determined not to lose slumber’s grasp. She knew instinctively it was the best night of rest she’d had in a long time. Her mind was refreshed and her limbs heavy with sleep. Stretching her legs, her feet searched the silky fabric cocooning her.
Strange.
She didn’t recall the sheets being so smooth before. Had she stayed somewhere different? The question flitted in her head, but her satiated mind pushed it away. Too early for riddles, she was too content to pursue the line of inquiry. No doubt the puzzle would be solved as soon as she could convince her eyelids to flicker open. There was no need to rush.
It was only when her toe brushed the warm yet hard shin of another person that her contentment was eviscerated. There was someone else in bed with her!
Her eyes shot open in a heartbeat to find herself face-to-face with her handsome employer, but Kyle was much more than that now. He’d been her lover for days, but the tenderness in his eyes spoke of something more meaningful. Her core furled at the alluring prospect—he’d told her he wanted to be with her—although a part of her still refused to believe it could be true.
“Not quite the way I’d expected to be roused this morning.” His voice oozed with sarcasm, yet his smile assured her he was only playing. “But no, you are definitely not getting up yet.”
“Sir!” She sensed heat pooling on her cheeks at her display. How could she have possibly forgotten she was sharing a bed with Kyle? Hell, it had been years since she’d shared a bed with anyone!
“I…” Brow furrowing, she stumbled over how to dig herself out of the latest hole she’d inadvertently stumbled into. “I didn’t real—”
“Shhh.” His hand rose to press a finger gently on her lips. “It can be disorientating waking up in a strange bed.”
“Yes.” She mumbled around his fingertip, considering kissing the digit. “But there’s nowhere better I’d rather wake up than with you, sir.”
“That’s more like it, little girl.” Throwing her a wink, he reached for her and tugged her closer. “I can assure you there’s nowhere else I’d rather you wake up.”
“Last night was fabulous.” She grinned, recalling the hot memories of how he’d fucked her.
“It will be the first of many nights I put a smile on your face before bed, little girl.”
Trailing her hand over the hard ridge of his abdominals, she gave into the urge to kiss his alluring form. Not many men had bodies like him, especially at his age, and even with her limited experience, she knew she was lucky to have him. Grazing her lips over his chest, her hand splayed and nudged at his growing erection.
“I like this morning adulation.” His smirk should have been galling, but glancing up, she was only struck again by just how bloody attractive he was. One arm bent behind his head, his blue eyes shone as her hand slowly wrapped around his shaft. “Almost as much as your evening shows of submission.”
“I know you’re in charge, sir.” Gazing at him from beneath her lashes, she planted another caress on his midriff, sensing the heat growing inside her. “But I’d like your permission to do some of the work now… please?”
She lowered on the bed, waiting for his verdict.
“Mmmm…” His contemplative expression was belied by his cock, which throbbed urgently in her palm. “Let me think… What do you have in mind, little girl.”
“I just want to show you how much I appreciate you, sir.” Her kisses continued to his groin. “If you’ll allow me?”
“Well,” his lips twitched. “As you were such a good girl last night, I suppose I can grant you this one favor.”
He chuckled, but licking her lips, her focus was already on his swollen shaft. In the limited time they’d been together, she’d never truly had the freedom to just love him the way she wanted to, but that, she realized, was her opportunity.
Drawing back the glossy covers, she knelt beside him. All the while, her hand worked along his dick, coaxing it from partially sleepy to overzealous. Kyle had offered her such pleasure while holding back his own climax. He deserved the attention.
“You have an amazing cock, sir.”
“Thank you.” There was reverence in his voice as he watched her, one of his hands rising to smooth back her hair. “Show me how much you like it.”
Her gaze darted to his for the briefest moment, her lips parting as her attention flitted back to the task at hand. Lapping at his crown, she pumped his shaft harder as her lips gradually shrouded his soft, velvety flesh.
“Yes.” His sigh spoke of utter contentment, a sound she’d be happy to hear every day for the rest of her life. “Suck me, little girl.”
She might have smiled had her lips not been busy, but allowing him deeper into her throat, she swathed him in the wet warmth of her mouth. Her senses were immediately rewarded with the taste of him, his salty flavor irrevocably reigniting all those depraved memories from the night before. Images of the way he’d commanded her in front of his friends flashed behind her eyes, flooding fresh need between her legs.
She’d wanted that humiliation, even though she would never have been able to ask for it. Being able to demean herself for him had been so fucking good, just like the rewards he’d offered after his guests had left. It was such a rush being with Kyle, one dizzying brush with the debauch after the next, and as she swallowed his length, gagging around him, she couldn’t think of any other way she’d rather show her gratitude.
“Fuck, Amy.” Fisting her hair, his hand pushed her down over him again and again. “You feel incredible.”
Shifting her hand away, she pressed her mouth to the delicious base of his cock, taking as much of him as she could before tears pricked her eyes. She met his gaze, knowing she’d never been so shameless before. That’s what Kyle had done for her. Peeling away the layers of her inhibitions, he’d demanded she embrace her darkest fantasies and live them out with him in his ivory tower. Whatever happened between them, she knew there was no going back to the Amy Kendal she used to be.
She didn’t want to go back.
“That is so good.” The familiar devilish glint glimmered in his eyes. “I think you like it down there, young lady.”
Coming up for air, she giggled. “Yes, sir. You’re so tasty.”
It was wonderful to be able to be honest about her needs. For so long, she’d held back, striving to be everyone’s ‘good girl’ when all she’d needed was to take care of herself.
“My, my, Mrs. Kendal.” Rising to his elbows, he shook his head with a grin. “Where have you come from? You’re nothing like the lady I helped at Worthington’s.”
Wrapping her fist around him, she worked her hand up and down his shaft, watching his responses carefully until she identified the perfect pace to please him.
“I guess I was hiding, sir.” She flicked her tongue over his bulbous head, reveling in the pre-cum that rewarded her. “I just needed you to bring me out of my shell.”
“I’m so happy I could help.” Easing himself to a sitting position, his fingers buried in her hair and demanded she rise to join him. “I like this new version of you very much.”
Captured by his fist, she had no choice but to cede as he pulled her to meet him. His lips brushed over her neck, reminding her why it was no effort to yield. Kyle was strong, dependable, and insanely sexy. She still had no idea which lucky star she’d been born under to invite his love and wealth into her life, but she’d forever be thankful for its blessings.
“I think perhaps you’ll be worshipping my cock every morning before we leave this room, little girl.” His thumb stroked the side of her head as he gazed at her.
“Yes, please, sir.” She never broke the spell of his stare, no longer caring if her blush gave her away. Kyle was the architect of the most humbling experiences of her life. There could be no embarrassment about confessing her desires.
“Ride me.” He released her hair as he enunciated the final word. “Now.”
Scrambling to obey, she climbed on top of his body, angling his hardness over the place she needed him to fill. He placed a steadying hand on her hip as she pushed down over him, carnal gasps escaping both of their mouths at the same time.
“Fuck, sir.” She pressed her palms against his chest, reveling in how full she suddenly was.
“I said ride me.” He whispered the words, jerking his hips north as if she’d forgotten what the task entailed.
“Yes.” Her hips moved in response, easing him from her sex before jerking back over him. He groaned at the motion, taking her face in his hands as she found her rhythm.
“I want you to remember who owns this sweet pussy.” His voice was a seductive murmur. “During the day, while you’re working or whatever you’re doing, don’t forget.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“Tell me.” His voice was strained. “Tell me who it belongs to, who you belong to.”
“You.” There was no hesitation in her reply. The fire building between her legs was alight now, focusing its attention on that small bundle of nerves that seemed able to bring her so much hedonism. There was no doubt that giving herself to Kyle was the greatest fuel her fire had ever known. “I belong to you, sir.”
“Again.” His face neared, allowing his mouth to skim hers as he held her head steady.
“I’m yours!” She gasped the admission, groaning at the growing pleasure. She wouldn’t be able to grind over him for much longer before exploding into hundreds of stars.
“That’s right,” he breathed the words, tipping his head back as his crescendo edged closer. “Are you going to come for me again, Amy?”
“Yes!” she practically screamed, her hips moving of their own accord. “Yes, please, sir!”
“Do it.” He released her face, snaking his arms around her as the first waves of rapture crashed over her body. “Fucking come.”
“Oh!” Collapsing over him, she forced his body back to the bed. “Thank you, sir.”
Her body spasmed around his dick as he took over the cadence, her clit producing fireworks as she clung to him. She was vaguely aware of his cry as his body stiffened, cognizant of his large hands as they squeezed her cheeks roughly, but not able to articulate the barrage of feelings that consumed her as the sensual decadence consumed them both.
She’d come to him a little under a week ago on the verge of a financial breakdown, and in the midst of her frantic woe, she’d let her defenses down. Little by little, she’d allowed him in. Panting over him in his fucking enormous bed, she could scarcely remember what life had been like without him, but as she finally caught her breath, she hoped to anything holy, she’d never have to find out again.