Chapter 20
TWENTY
ISAAK
My hands are full of hot, willing woman, and I’m not sure exactly how they got that way. There will be consequences. You don’t fall into bed with someone like Kira Roberts without consequences. I will crush you , her father’s voice rings helpfully in my ear.
But besides that, she’s my client. My charge. How exactly am I supposed to be protecting her if I’ve got my back to the door and my cock doing all my thinking for me?
Lips still locked on hers, I fumble behind me for the door lock. I flip it and yank the swing bar lock closed. There. We’re on the sixteenth floor, so I don’t think anyone’s gonna rappel in through the window. Plus, if that blonde lady from tonight was making the threats, maybe we solved it.
Job could be done. Maybe that’s why she’s kissing me now. Cause she thinks we’re through?
The idea makes me feel crazy, even though I’m happy if she’s out of danger. I’m just not ready to be through with Kira Roberts yet.
“What exactly are we doing?” I ask as I reach behind her for the zipper to get the rest of this fancy gown off. I undo the little catch at the top, then unzip it in one long swipe.
Kira gasps a little as the gown falls down around her. She breaks from my lips long enough to say, “Yes, boundaries,” and climbs out of where it’s pooled at her ankles, the corset part still attached. “That’s good. We should set some.”
I barely get a peek of her round curves in the sweetest little fucking cream-colored silk lacey bra and panties before she full-on leaps, arms and legs wrapping around me.
Jesus Christ, I’ve missed having a woman wrapped around me. And even then, it’s never been this . It’s never been her .
But then she’s kissing me and dragging her fingers over my scalp in a way that makes me fucking crazy. My cock pulses in my pants.
“How do you like it?” I ask urgently, stopping myself from shoving my pants down and burying my straining cock in the sweet little pussy I can feel wriggling against my belly. If she’s one of those women who wants it real slow and sweet, with lots of foreplay, then that’s what I’ll?—
“Dirty,” she says in my ear, biting at the lobe. “My boundaries are I want it dirty.”
I chuckle and grab her ass on impulse at the word, a thousand fantasies flooding my brain. My cock wants her mouth on it. Wants her to swallow it and choke, her saliva flooding down to my balls.
My hand collars her throat and I slowly push her against the wall. “Don’t play with me, Red, because I’ll give you what you ask for.”
Her bra-constrained chest heaves toward me, and she digs her nails into my scalp, eyes glaring in challenge. “Good. Because I need something fucking real after tonight. You saw my world, where I’m treated like a porcelain doll. Everyone’s too busy telling me what to do to listen to a fucking word I say.”
“Well, I’m listening. But I don’t think you understand fucking dirty like a military man fucks dirty.”
She arches a challenging eyebrow at me. “Then why don’t you show me tonight? Why do you think I’ve really been going to Carnal all these weeks? I’m tired of vanilla. I want some goddamned excitement before I’m shackled to an idiot who can’t even get it up.”
I bare my teeth at her. “You’re still going to marry that prick?” God that makes me fucking crazy. When she grabbed me at the elevator, I hoped it meant she was coming to her senses. Not that we— Just that I could be her first rebound fuck.
“I don’t do relationships,” I warn her.
She laughs. “I literally just told you I’m going to get married in eight weeks. Who said anything about a relationship?” Her eyes flash. “I want to get fucked. So what are you going to do about it?”
I swear my vision goes red when she talks like that. Sweet, vulnerable, but wanting it dirty? Fuck. “How about I make you swallow the cock of a real man?”
She pretends to yawn. “Every man I ever met brags about what a big dick he’s got. Then you get a peek at the thing, and it’s barely a hotdog.”
I grin and unpeel her legs from around my waist to set her back on her feet. “Well, babe. Take off your bra so I can see those gorgeous tits while you suck off the real goddamned McCoy.”
Her eyes widen, and I’m half-ready for her hand to come flying to my face. But instead of slapping me, her arms go behind her back, and a moment later, her bra goes slack.
Holy shit. She’s actually doing what I say?
But not without a fight, it seems, because she glares at me the next second, her glorious, perfect handful tits bobbing, nipples puckering.
“I want you to treat me like a whore. A real one, too. Don’t take it easy, and don’t make it nice. I want dirty. I want rough. I’m assuming you carry a condom with you?”
This is one of the reasons I love sex. You get to see all sorts of people’s internal fantasies. They’re never more real than when they’re telling you how they want to get fucked. And knowing Professor Red’s secret fantasies and knowing I can give it to her in a way nobody ever has before?—
I nod, cock painfully hard in my jeans. “Three.”
She grins, her tongue peeking through her teeth before continuing. “Perfect. Then I want to be animals tonight. All night long. My safeword is daylight .”
Fuck. Me.
Never losing eye contact with me, her hands go to her hips, and in one smooth motion, she shucks off those demure silk undies of hers. Exposing herself to me.
She’s not waxed like I expect her to be. And fuck me, she’s red everywhere. Neat little springy red curls cover her sex. I drink in the sight of her, absolutely bared before me.
The princess and the gorilla.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks. I hear a note of vulnerability in her voice when it was so commanding just a second ago.
“You’re my whore now,” I say crudely, reaching back to grab my shirt and tug it off over my head. “I’m examining the merchandise.”
She eyes me back as I walk in a slow, deliberate circle around her. I’ve caught her sneaking glances the past week, but she’s finally allowing herself to really look me up and down. I smack her ass and enjoy its jiggle and the little yelp she makes. She dances in place a step but then returns to standing completely still.
“Legs spread,” I demand, and dutifully, she obeys.
When I get back to her front, I unbuckle my belt, and her big, moon eyes watch each of my movements in what looks like excited anticipation.
“Eyes ahead,” I snap, in a similar tone our commander used in basic.
I like it when her eyes immediately go forward. I like it a lot. I shove my pants down and kick off my shoes, then my pants. Finally I’m standing in just my boxers, with her totally naked in front of me. Fuck, that’s better. Now my straining cock can actually breathe.
“Let’s test your readiness. Eyes on me.”
Her big brown eyes immediately slide to me. I make sure our gazes are locked before I reach between her spread legs to pet her pussy. She gasps, mouth dropping open the moment I make contact. With three gentle fingers, I stroke her where she’s soft and wet, thumb ghosting against her clit.
She’s already wet. And more than just a little bit. She trembles against me. Fuck me. I like that, too.
“You tryin’ to get this over with fast, slut?” I step into her and massage her sex more firmly. “Answer me, slut!”
“N-n-no, sir!” she hisses.
“Then why are you already so fucking wet?”
She blinks up at my demanding eyes. “You’re so… you , Sir.”
Fuck, she’s so good at this mixture of kinky fantasy play and being completely genuine and absolutely here in the moment?—
I dip my middle finger inside, and she hisses even louder, that sound from earlier coming out of her throat again.
I step closer to her, into her, my thumb putting pressure against her clit. “Do you want to come?”
She nods fervently up and down.
“Well, so do I. I’m the one paying for it after all.” I channel my best asshole commanding officer as I pull my soaked finger out of her and point it toward the floor. “So down on your fucking knees. And you better make me come harder than a fucking firehose.”
She drops to her knees, head down, and I can’t tell what the fuck she’s thinking.
“Look at me!” I bark.
Finally, she looks up, and I pull out my dick and rub her juices all over my cock while she watches. “Now you can taste yourself while you suck my cock. Suck it off and think about what you taste like.”
I know her mind’s always working a mile a minute, so I’ll let her spin on the kinkiness of tasting both of us. Fuck, my cock bobs even harder at the thought. But the next second, she’s grinning up at me and boldly grabbing the thick base of my shaft.
Holy shit, that feels good. With any other woman, I’d let my head drop back and fuck her face with abandon.
But the sight of Kira on her knees is too stunning to look away from.
Especially considering the awed look in her eyes as she stares at my cock, like a scientist making a new discovery.
“For once, a man actually has a big cock. Huh.” Then she experimentally licks at the tip.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“I’m not a fucking lollipop,” I growl, even though that feels so insanely fucking good. I should be begging her to please, oh please, just keep doing whatever she fucking likes to my cock as long as she keeps touching it.
With her other hand, she reaches up and palms my balls, rolling them back and forth like a pair of dice.
“Get my cock in your mouth,” I bark, if only so I don’t spill my load on the fucking carpet.
She grins up at me, knowing she’s affecting me. She’s clearly enjoying her power. “What if I like torturing you?”
“A whore would do what I say.”
“What if I’m not that kind of whore?” She arches an eyebrow. “I think I’m the even higher-priced kind. The one who knows pleasure’s better if you’re not completely in control.”
I just shake my head at her, grinning. I shoulda known it was only a matter of time before she was turning the tables on me and topping from the bottom. The woman can’t go a second without snatching back as much control as she can. Only fair.
She squeezes my balls. Not too hard, but not gentle either. My eyes fly open wide, not sure how I feel about the sensation. But then, she finally leans over and swallows as much of my fat dick as she can get in that sassy, petite mouth of hers.
Aw fuck .
I reach down and grab her hair in my hand because there’s nothing else to hold onto, and I have a feeling I’m going to need something to ground me for the ride she’s about to fucking take me on.
Her big eyes look up at me as my huge cock disappears into her mouth while she squeezes my balls.
My body starts to shake with how good it feels. Even though she’s the one on her knees, I know who the fuck is topping who. Not that I give a good goddamn. Unlike some guys at the club, I only do the dom shit if a woman’s into it. I have a feeling going along with whatever Kira’s got up her sleeve, if she even knows, is going to be a whole helluva lot more fun.
She sucks me like a goddamn Hoover as I guide her head back and forth with my hand in her hair. Oh, holy Jesus fuck , it’s never felt so goddamn good to have a woman’s mouth on my cock, I fuckin’ swear.
I’m lightheaded; all the blood in my body’s headed south so fast.
When she finally pulls off, a mixture of saliva and precum drip from the edge of her mouth, and she grins. “Let’s put on some music and be primal.”
“Primal?” I ask.
I can’t really think straight.
All my blood’s in my cock, which immediately wants back in her mouth. Or her cunt . As she turns around and crawls over to where she dropped her purse to get her phone, my eyes zero in on her sweet, rounded ass. My cock jumps. Or her ass .
I start to walk over to her, but she turns to look over her shoulder, still on her hands and knees.
“Animals,” she says, rolling her eyes, like what she said is the most obvious thing in the world. “Four feet, not two.”
Aw fuck. Her meaning finally hits now. She said primal . I’ve never done primal play, but I’ve seen it a couple times at the club, and it’s wild.
I drop down to my hands and knees. “You done this before?”
She grins as she sets on some sexy music with a low, thumping beat. “No. But I’ve always wanted to. Men get to be primal all the time. Like when you hire a sex worker. You just say what you want, and then you get it. You can fuck like an animal whenever you want it. Women never get to. This is what I want.”
“How exactly do we do this?” I crawl toward her.
She crawls toward me. “No words. Not for now. Unless it’s a safeword.” She lifts an eyebrow. “What’s your safeword, Isaak?”
I grin. “Dump truck.”
But she doesn’t laugh. Her face is serious and intense. “All right. No words unless it’s to safeword. We’re just our animal selves. No societal niceties. We’re only here to explore another body we’ve happened to come across. But have the condoms ready.”
I reach for my jeans and pull out the three from my wallet.
Did I put fresh ones once I started this new job with Kira, just in case?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Am I proud of it, considering I’m only supposed to be here to protect her? And the fact that she’s fourteen years younger than me?
I don’t give a fuck at the moment; I’m just grateful I’m prepared. I tear a couple open with my teeth and toss them off to the side.