Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
REBEKKA
My heart is hammering like a jackknife. Desire floods my veins. Seeing Anthony out there tonight provided the perfect excuse to do what I’ve been dreaming of since that night in the De Courcy library.
Rian pushes open a heavy door, and I step into a room that feels nothing like the buzz downstairs.
It’s quiet, dim, and unmistakably his. A wide leather couch dominates the centre, the colour of dark coffee, soft enough to sink into.
Opposite, a sleek modern fireplace runs the length of the wall with ribbon flames flickering behind the glass.
A low table holds a bottle of Beckett’s Gold and two crystal tumblers, catching the light from a single downlighter above.
Beside it, an open humidor shows off a neat row of cigars, each wrapped and lined up like soldiers.
The air smells faintly of leather and smoke. I spin on my heels to face him, a hundred decadent possibilities dancing through my mind. Electricity pulses between us, vibrating with years of pent-up yearning.
He steps closer, his face hovering millimetres from mine.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can utter a word, he growls, ‘fuck it,’ before his lips crash onto mine, hot, hungry, and claiming.
His hands roam hungrily over my breasts as his tongue sweeps against mine.
I press my hips into his, seeking friction.
I need him. Want him. Have done for as long as I can remember.
And nothing else in this world matters right now.
He nudges me backwards without breaking our kiss.
My calves hit the couch and I drop down, sinking into its softness, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket to pull him down on top of me.
I lie flat on my back, parting my thighs as his hips thrust between them.
His rock hard cock hits my clit, and I moan into his mouth, so greedy for more.
We dry hump like horny teenagers, my hands mapping out every inch of his muscular torso before gliding round to grab the firm globes of his ass.
I pause my lips long enough to say, ‘I need you.’
He halts his hands on my breasts as his big black pupils bore into mine. ‘Here?’
‘Right here, right now.’ I pull on his bow tie.
‘I feel like the first time I fuck you should be in a four-poster bed scattered with rose petals or something,’ he admits, pressing a kiss to my neck.
‘The first time?’ I tease breathily. ‘What makes you think it’s going to happen more than once?’ I pull his ass cheeks, forcing his dick against my throbbing pussy.
‘Sweetheart, once I get my cock in you, I may never take it out.’ His black eyes blaze with a hunger that mirrors my own.
‘I’m going to fuck you fifty ways to fucking Sunday, then fifty more.
I tried to stay away from you. Tried to do the right thing.
But no one else is, so why the fuck should we?
I’m fucking obsessed with you, woman. I want to worship your body every way I know how.
Take your dress off and let me show you. ’
I don’t need to be told twice. He rocks off the couch to give me space to undress. The crotch of his suit is tented like a fucking marquee. My mouth waters. ‘Get naked.’ It’s not a request.
He grins at me then, and I can’t help but grin back.
His fingers move expertly over the buttons of his shirt, revealing inch after inch of solid slabs of taut tanned muscle. I yank my dress up and over my head as quickly as possible, desperate not to miss a second of the show.
He hisses as his eyes roam over my breasts. The dress didn’t permit a bra, so I’m left in a silk thong and the sandals I slipped on. I reach down to unfasten the delicate buckle at my ankle, but he shakes his head. ‘Leave them on.’
‘Yes, sir,’ I pretend to salute him.
‘Don’t call me sir, unless you’re prepared to surrender to me.’ There’s a devious glint in his eyes as he shrugs off his suit jacket, then his shirt.
‘And what does that involve exactly?’ I run the tips of my fingers over my torso, trailing them between my breasts. His eyes follow the motion.
‘It means opening your legs and letting me lick your tight little cunt until you come on my face, and then my cock.’ His voice dares me to challenge him.
I don’t.
Without taking my eyes from his, I reach for the waistband of my La Perla lingerie and slide it down over my legs, then kick it to the floor beside me. I pull myself up into a sitting position, then spread my legs wide for him.
His eyes fall to my sex. I’m dripping for him, so desperate for his dick.
‘Fuck,’ he bites out, dropping to his knees and burying his face between my legs.
His stubble grazes my inner thighs as he devours me like a man who’s starving.
Every delicate stroke of his tongue is the most delicious type of torture.
My legs tremble on either side of his face as my excitement builds.
Heat hijacks my entire body. Watching him down there is the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed in my entire life, especially because his eyes are locked on mine, watching me watch him.
‘I need you inside of me,’ I pant, writhing.
His huge hands pin my legs further apart.
‘Then come on my face like a good girl,’ he demands, before catching my clit in his mouth and sucking.
The sensation is too much. I grab his hair, bucking wildly against his face, and scream as my orgasm rips through me, shattering me from the inside out as I shake and shudder through the most intense pleasure of my life.
He licks the arousal from between my legs like he can’t get enough, then finally, finally he straightens himself and reaches for the buckle on his belt.
A low moan of appreciates falls from my mouth as his enormous dick springs free.
‘Fuck. Me.’
I forgot how big it was. Forgot how fucking delicious he is. Precum glistens at the tip, and my tongue is lapping it up before I’m even conscious of what I’m doing. I swallow his arousal, taking him deep into my mouth.
His hands cradle my face, slowing my movement to a stop. ‘I won’t last if you keep sucking me like that, and when I come, I want it to be inside you. I want to mark you as mine from the inside out. I want my cum inside of you as you’re sipping champagne with my sisters- in-law later.’
That dirty mouth might just be the undoing of me. I lift my lips from his delicious dick and sit back, spreading my legs wide for him. ‘Well, what are you waiting for?’
His eyes darken. ‘Can I come inside you?’
‘I’m on the pill. I haven’t had sex in over a year. And I’ve been tested, so you tell me, can you come inside me?’ The thought makes me feral. There’s something so primal about the picture he painted.
‘I’m clean. I’ve always used protection in the past.’
‘You’ve never had bareback sex?’ My mouth falls open.
‘It’s a risk I refused to take before.’ He angles the tip of his dick at my entrance, black eyes boring into mine. ‘But I would risk everything for you.’
‘Ditto.’ Fuck it, I already am.
My mouth falls open as he inches himself into me, stretching me and filling me up in a way that feels so fucking good it should be illegal. ‘You okay?’ He whispers, moving gently inside me, giving me a chance to adjust to the sheer size of him.
‘Fucking fantastic.’ I drape my arms over his huge, sculpted shoulders and hang on to the nape of his neck as he thrusts into me. ‘You’re on your knees for me.’
He reaches round and grabs my ass cheeks, half pulling my backside off the couch, providing him with deeper access. ‘Sweetheart, it’s my favourite place to be.’
His lips lean to meet mine as he thrusts into me over and over and over again, slow and hard and so deep. I rock back and forth, meeting his every movement, memorising every minute of this fucking transcendent experience.
I never knew sex could be so satisfying.
His thumbs circle my nipples, stroking and flicking and sending shivers scattering all over my skin.
His tongue slides against mine slowly, like he’s savouring every second.
My nails dig into his shoulders as my body begins to shake for the second time in as many minutes.
Delicious heat suffuses me as he hits that sweet spot deep inside of me again and again and again.
White-hot pleasure bursts behind my eyelids, and my core contracts around his thick, hard cock, squeezing him, milking him.
I moan into his mouth, clinging onto him like a wild animal. His hands reach for my ass cheeks, fingers sinking into my skin as he slams me against him, crying out as he comes inside of me.
It might possibly be the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.