Chapter 4
Goddamn ! Michael almost exploded into his silk pajama shorts when Ambra finally made her entrance into the dining area.
He got semi hard every time he thought about the feeling of her body pressed against his and the way she had melted into him when he had kissed her in the conference room. If his brother had not walked in, he would have taken her right there.
And now he had to grip the arms of his chair tightly to keep himself from lunging across the table and flinging everything off to have a taste of her. Hell, more than just a taste ... He wanted to feast.
The way Ambra entered the room had his whole body at attention. She walked in like a sultry goddess in the red lingerie he bought her, her feet bare and looking cute enough to nibble on. He’d love to put her toe in his mouth to suck, and he wondered fleetingly if she liked getting her toes licked and sucked on. For some women it was a turn-on, and he didn’t mind pleasing them that way, but for some reason, with Ambra he wanted to do everything to her to bring them both pleasure.
His gaze took in her sexy walk, his eyes fascinated by the roll of her hips as she made her way to her chair. He liked how the red looked against her dark skin, and he had the lingerie specifically tailored to her body measurements with the help of her sister Diamond.
He flushed suddenly, like a kid caught gawking at something he liked, when she cleared her throat expectantly, standing by the chair and waiting for him to be a gentleman and pull it out for her.
Michael thought about adjusting himself, but then, he wanted her to see how he was reacting to her. So he stood up to make his way over to her, his stride cocky and confident that she would like what she was seeing. Michael took great pride in his appearance and loved working out. He was sculpted without being too bulky and liked the clean look on his skin. He had no facial hair and shaved his chest. He loved feeling women’s hands on his body and didn’t want anything to take away from the skin-on-skin feeling.
He watched her hooded gaze as he approached and saw her lips slightly part as she took in his form and his hard cock pointing towards her. Her lower lip got sucked into her mouth, and he let out a grunt of surprise when he felt heat go from his loins to his already hardened member.
Michael wanted those plump lips all over his body, especially wrapped around his member and sucking hard, which was ready for her.
He pulled out her chair, and after she sat down and he pushed her chair back in, he leaned down and drew her scent into his nostrils. He hummed out loud because he loved the smell of coco butter and the way it smelled on her. Then he went to taste her skin with his tongue, running it down the side of her neck. He heard her moan and then tilted her neck for him to give him more room. His fingers danced across the lace on her shoulders, and he began to tug it down when he heard a clearing of a throat. He straightened up slowly to glance over at the chef he had hired for the night. The man was supposed to cook and serve the meal, not come all the way in and stand there eyeing Ambra.
He arched an eyebrow, and the male chef mimicked him by raising his own, causing him to grin at the man’s arrogant and cocky behavior.
A friend of the family had recommended the chef when Michael had made inquiries to have someone at the chalet to cook meals for him and Summer for the date she was supposed to win at the auction held at his family’s hotel opening.
The man was a famous chef that owned his own chain of restaurants around the world. He also catered private events and was known for his discretion at all the elite parties he cooked at. Michael was sure the man had probably seen everything at these parties. He was also the heir to a major cosmetic company that he was set to take over when his father passed away.
Colin (Cole) Norris III was his name, and he was the ultimate player who refused to settle down and get married like his family wanted him to. The bio that Michael had requested was very detailed.
Michael could see why the man would appeal to women; he could cook, owned his own restaurants, would soon inherit an empire, and was good-looking on top of all that with his brown eyes and ginger hair.
He frowned, suddenly not liking it when Colin’s glance moved over Ambra in appreciation.
“What is it, Colin?” Michael snapped.
Colin raised his matching ginger eyebrows and smirked as he took a step closer to the table. Michael could see he was trying to get a better look at Ambra and what she was wearing in the dim light. “Appetizers are ready to be ser—”
“Is everything ready now?” Michael snapped, not liking that Colin had moved closer to get a better look at Ambra.
This was your bright idea, remember. You just wanted her to feel a little bit of the embarrassment you faced at the auction by making her come down in this skimpy lingerie, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable to him. AND IT’S A MISTAKE.
He hadn’t factored in the fact that he intensely disliked the way Colin was ogling Ambra in the almost see-through outfit he had picked for her to wear tonight. He was flushed with sudden heat and an overwhelming need to stake his claim and punch the man in the eye for daring to try and take a look at Ambra, who belonged to him.
He couldn’t control his sudden reaction of not liking anyone else seeing her this way. It surprised him.
Well, I am about to fix that.
Ambra turned in her seat to look at him, her eyes taking in his reaction. She then looked back at Colin, her eyes running over the man, and Michael could see her breath hitching in appreciation before her eyes flashed back to his to gauge his reaction. The minx.
God damn it.
Michael spoke sharply. “Colin, just bring everything out and that will be it for tonight.”
The man grinned. “But I haven’t finished dessert.”
“I don’t care; bring it all out and a can of whipped cream,” he said dismissively.
“Shouldn’t you introduce the chef?” Ambra asked. “Never mind, I am—” She grinned and leaned over, her hand outstretched.
Oh hell no.
“You will be leaving now,” Michael hissed, “this is not what I have paid you for.”
“Michael—” she chastised him.
But he was not in the mood for games. “We can skip dinner and go straight to fucking instead, so if you don’t want an audience when I fuck you, I’d recommend that you say goodbye to the chef now.”
She narrowed her eyes. They had a staring contest, and he shifted threateningly. She shrugged her shoulders; her only concession.
He heard her mutter, “Damn, at least let me enjoy my meal.”
“Yes, you shouldn’t get in the way of a hungry woman, man.” Colin laughed and then held his hands up when Michael made to step towards him.
“Well, this was interesting. If you need anything, you have my number,” the chef said with humor in his voice before taking his leave.
There was a moment of awkward silence between them as Michael tried to settle his emotions. He had been jealous of Colin for a minute there.
He was about to speak when the door to the dining room and kitchen opened back up and Colin entered, carrying a tray of food out.
“At least I am a gentleman, and from the amount of sexual tension and heat in the room and from the looks of the two of you, you will both need all the energy you can get for what is to come,” he said.
Ambra gasped and a short laugh escaped Michael—the man was right. He wanted to pounce on Ambra and embed himself so deep in her cunt that she wouldn’t know where she began and he ended.
Colin placed a few plates on the table in front of Ambra and then moved over to the side where Michael had been sitting to serve him.
He came over to Michael and in a low tone said, “Relax, or it is going to be over before it begins.”
“Have you seen her man?” Michael pointed out.
“True, right. Lucky bastard.”
“I am right here and can hear you both.” Ambra rolled her eyes.
“Well, if he doesn’t sati—”
Michael gave a low growl, and with another laugh, Colin was gone.
Michael paused, but when he saw Ambra reach for the water and gulp it down quickly, he knew he needed to relax and calm down. Colin was right; he needed a distraction, and eating would do the trick. He wanted it to be a good night for her too and not come off like an adolescent with his first girlfriend.
He tried, he really tried, but when she started eating, Ambra was making these sounds of pleasure over the food that he soon couldn’t take anymore. He was so fucking hard that he was going to burst, and he wanted to be in her when he exploded.
“Put the food down and come and ride my cock,” his finesse all gone, commanded gutturally.
She paused, holding a fork full of steak that she had been about to take another bite of and stared at him incredulously.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me. I want you now. Take off the wrap.”
“Michael, we should really think about this, and I don’t appreciate you blackmailing me with that video.” She pointed a finger at him, her bosoms jerking in outrage.
“You know better. I never took a video. I just wanted you downstairs without having to break down the door.”
He then tilted his head and tapped his finger against his chin pensively.
“There, I have thought about it. Now take it off and come here.”
“I—”
“Stop denying to yourself what you want and what I want. I bet your pussy is wet right now for me, isn’t it?”
She firmed her lips.
He sighed, now sounding tired. “Ambra, I want you.” He stood up, showing her the obvious tent that was still in his boxers before sitting back down and pushing his chair away from the table. “And clearly you want me too, or you wouldn’t have raised that paddle.”
She still hesitated, irking him. He never had to work this hard to have someone fall into bed with him.
“You started this; now have the balls to act on it,” he taunted, knowing that Ambra could not resist a dare.
He was right. She put down the steak, giving it a longing look, and rose up to her magnificent height. He loved the fact that she was tall and that he didn’t have to bend down to reach her. His gaze traced the delicate structure of the bones in her face, which complemented her dark-brown eyes and lush lips. He watched as the expression on her face changed from uncertainty to anticipation, her eyes now showing a woman’s confidence that her man was going to like what he saw and did.
Not taking her eyes off him, she loosened the wrap and then shrugged the lace cover from her shoulders, letting it drop. He didn’t see it fall or realize that he had moved until he had both her luscious breasts in his palms and was bent over suckling the tight dark tip into his mouth before moving over to its twin. She was big on top, and he hadn’t noticed just how big until the lace body suit with the cutouts made them the features of the piece.
He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes, heavy from the pleasure he’d just given to her sensitive tips with his sucking. Now he was pinching and stroking them, causing her body to tremble.
“How?” he breathed.
“I used specialty minimizer bras, or I bind them.”
“Why?”
“It’s easier on my chest when I do sports and less jarring when I run or work out. Plus, I wanted to avoid the ogling. This just made it easier. Being big-breasted can be painful too.” She shrugged and then let out a moan when he began to massage them.
“When you are with me, don’t confine them,” he ordered and then lowered his head, running his tongue down her neck to her breastbone and then onto his target. Her areola covered a good portion of her breast, and her nipples were big and plump. He pushed her breasts together and suckled one dark berry into his mouth and then the other before pulling both in at the same time, swirling his tongue back and forth as he sucked. He felt her hands in his hair, gripping his strands tightly, and he listened to the sweet sounds of her cries.
He moved his leg in between hers, knocking them apart for him to delve his hand down and cup her pussy. He had been right—she was wet, so wet that his hand was coated in her essence.
Micheal began to move his head down her body, licking and sucking every available bit of exposed flesh until he reached the heat of her. He took her leg and lifted it over his shoulder as his mouth hit her core and his tongue entered her slick velvet pussy. She tasted delicious, and he was a man that liked to slowly savor a good meal. He took his time exploring her while she screamed and begged him for release. Her moisture was in his mouth, cheeks, and chin. He was enjoying his feast and could have tasted her all night, but another part of his body needed release, and from the way her legs trembled, he didn’t think she would be able to stand it much longer either.
In one fluid move, he picked her up and switched placed with her, taking her seat and setting her down on his lap with her legs around his shoulders, feeling her cross them to tighten her hold. He pulled a condom out of his boxers and raised it up for her to see. He felt her pull it out of his hand and tear the foil open. She blew into it and then handed it to him. He lifted himself slightly, pulling his shorts down over his hips, exposing himself until he was able to get the condom on after a couple of attempts. He immediately plunged into her, giving her what she wanted. She came within seconds, squeezing his face so tight that he struggled to breathe, but it was worth it to hear that scream and the string of curse words that followed.
Yup, if a woman isn’t screaming, moaning, babbling incoherently, or leaving scratches on your body, you aren’t doing your job.
But hearing Ambra hit him differently, and he almost exploded along with her. He lifted her off him and impaled her midway down on his cock.
“Hold on,” he ordered, and she complied by wrapping her arms around him. He took her mouth as he again surged up the rest of the way into her tight, pulsing heat. He felt her moisture coat his cock and thighs. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling out and plunging back in, lifting both of them slightly up and down with the force of his thrusts.
The feel of her squeezing him and moving her hips in time with his was sending a tingling sensation up and down his back. His breathing was becoming labored as he tried to stop himself from coming too quickly. It felt so damn good to be inside of her, and the feeling of her hard nipples hitting his chest as they moved up and down from the force of their fucking made his balls contract to the point of pain. He wanted to be deeper inside of her and lifted them off the chair to the table, where he pushed the plates out of the way. She lay back, hooking her legs high over his hips, and he lowered himself so they were chest to chest, finding her mouth again.
He swiveled and plunged himself deep inside of her, grunting loudly when she clamped down hard on him, holding him still for a second. He jerked and finally lost it. He raised her leg higher, bending it towards her shoulder, and pounded hard and fast into her pussy. She raised her head off the table and sank her teeth into his shoulder as another orgasm rocked her, triggering his. He shut his eyes tight as his jaw clenched from the intensity of his orgasm. He could feel his body jerking over hers as his ejaculation tried to rival the essence dripping out from her orgasms.
He dropped heavily on top of her as they both tried to catch their breath, tremors racking her body while he continued pumping till there was nothing left. He kissed her sweaty shoulder and then turned to whisper in her ear.
“Now you can eat.”