30. Michaela #2
I wrap my hand around his beautiful erection.
When his hand covers mine, squeezing both our hands, I stifle a groan.
“I’m hopeful these renovations will get us even more nominations for next year’s HEEA,” the woman concerned about the Barcelona renovation says.
The other five people on the conference call cheer.
“Don’t you agree, Phoenix?” a man says.
“We can never have too many HEEAs.” His voice is gruff.
I lean in and drag one nipple over the tip of his cock.
“God—” His body jerks.
“It goes without saying this can only happen with the grace of God,” the man says.
The poor guy has no idea how off he is.
Phoenix and I share a complicit smile.
I push his hand away from mine.
He doesn’t fight me.
I lean in and lick him from balls to tip before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in deep.
“Oh, God.” Phoenix clamps a hand on the back of my head.
Heat flares at my core.
“I have to say, I didn’t peg you as such an overtly religious man,” a woman says.
I’m not sure who’s talking. I lost track.
“Oh, well, you know…” Phoenix says. “God is good?—”
I bob my head up and down his cock, making sure he hits the back of my throat each time.
I gag a little, but that doesn’t stop me.
Phoenix grunts.
“Are you okay, Phoenix?” A woman says.
“Yes. More than okay.” He coughs. “A bit dehydrated from the flight. That’s all.”
I bet he is.
“The sensation of being as parched as if you’d been walking around in the desert for weeks is dreadful.” Gordon’s British accent gives him away.
“It is,” Phoenix says.
The discussion resumes, as the participants move on to another topic.
I suck Phoenix deeper. Faster.
I’m turned on like crazy by the kinkiness of our naughty play. The group of six can’t see us, but they can hear us. And it wouldn’t take much for that Post-it note to drop from the screen.
God, this is filthy.
Almost as if he could read my thoughts, Phoenix reaches out and pinches my nipple before twisting it hard.
Fuck, this hurts so good.
I choke around his cock.
My eyes fly up to his.
He’s sporting a devilish grin that speaks volume.
He points to his cock.
Bastard.
I keep sucking him off, lost in a sea of hedonistic pleasure.
Phoenix grips the hair at the top of my head, pulling me far back enough for his cock to drop from my lips.
I shoot him a questioning look.
“I need more,” he says in a whisper.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and nod. “Me too.”
He lifts me up and drops me on his lap.
I straddle him.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I lean forward and give his neck a small playful bite.
He groans low in his throat.
I do it again.
He pinches my ass.
I pull away from him and pout.
He reaches between us, lining his cock up against my entrance.
Oh, I see.
I lower myself onto his long, thick cock.
I’m so wet, he’s inside me in one powerful thrust.
My head lolls back as my body welcomes the invasion.
“Hell, yeah,” Phoenix says.
“I’m glad you agree,” a woman says. “I knew you’d be satisfied.”
Phoenix hums. “Extremely satisfied.”
This is so debauched.
We’re fucking to an unsuspecting audience.
“Phoenix, can we talk about?—”
He reaches for his laptop and closes it, putting an end to this interminable conference call.
Thank you, God.
“Ride me hard, kitten,” he says.
I obey.
He clamps his hands under my ass and helps me glide up and down his cock.
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
“Fuck, yeah.” I clench my inner muscles around him.
He lets out a guttural sound.
I bounce up and down on his magnificent cock.
“Harder. I want to feel your fine ass against my balls. Each. And. Every. Time.”
I do as I’m told.
Every time I land on his balls, a surge of ecstasy shoots straight to my brain.
“My hands are full,” he says. “I need you to take care of that beautiful clit of yours.”
“Okay.”
My fingers glide over my clit at a feverish pace, as he takes over the reins, fucking me senseless.
He brings a finger to his lips before sticking it inside his mouth.
What is he doing?
I get my answer when his hand finds my ass and his finger glides up the edge of my butt crease.
“Relax.” He eases his finger inside.
I gasp, all my nerve endings jumping to attention.
“Damn, you’re so tight.” He reaches for my pussy with his other hand, pushes my hand aside and dips his fingers deep into my wetness, scooping up my juices. “Let’s try again.”
His gaze bores into mine. “You trust me?”
“I do.”
“Don’t fight it. Enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
He probes my tightness again, but this time, his finger slides inside me.
The sensation is so foreign… but nice.
“Keep riding my cock and playing with your clit while I finger-fuck your ass, kitten.”
His command makes me wetter and to my surprise, I don’t protest, nor do I tighten my ass in refusal.
I’m beyond turned on at the thought of being at his mercy while he fills me—front and back.
My eyes drift closed, my mind focusing only on Phoenix’s naughty touch.
Parts of me I didn’t even know exist, awaken.
I work my fingers faster against my clit.
This is so, so good.
Between my hypersensitive clit and his finger in my ass, I’m flying.
“I—I’m close,” he says. He tightens his grip around my waist, controlling the ride while finger-fucking my ass with determination.
“Oh God…”
“You’re close?”
“Yes.”
“Come hard for me, kitten.”
His wish is my command.
Every muscle in my body tightens and I scrunch my eyes shut as pleasure shoots through me.
“Oh, Phoenix.” I repeat that over and over again as I freefall.
I lose myself in the most intense orgasm of my life. And that says a lot, considering my new husband has been more than generous.
Phoenix picks up the cadence.
Thrusting hard against me.
My muscles clench and clench, pushing him over the edge.
“Goddammit,” he says as his hips lift off the chair, taking me with him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him.
“Jesus. Kitten. Oh, fuck, your pussy is so fucking good. Fuck. Take my cum. Take it.”
He comes roaring, spilling his cum deep inside my pussy.
We stay tangled this way for a long while, both of us desperately trying to catch our breath.
“God, that was intense,” I say.
“It always is between us.”
We’re a match made in heaven.
He pulls away from me. “Thank you for saving me from that boring conference call.”
I run my hands through his messy hair. “My pleasure.”
“I’m sporting freshly fucked hair?”
“You are.” I let out a small laugh.
“So are you, my naughty queen.” He leans in and bestows a tender kiss on my lips. “You’re the perfect wife, Michaela.”
He said those words to me yesterday, but they didn’t cause this unfamiliar pang tugging at my heart.
Four days into this marriage, and I’m starting to hate our fake arrangement.
I was willing to play along yesterday. I was willing to believe I’d be okay with him being mine for a short while—and me being his—but now I’m not so sure.
This thing with Phoenix feels more real with each passing day.
It’s not only the explosive, mind-blowing sex.
It’s also about this undeniable connection we share.
How maddeningly unfair this man I’m married to can only be mine for a year when I want more?—
Dear God, I can’t be falling for him.
Stupid, stupid, Mikki.
Get your head screwed on straight. You’re a means to an end for Phoenix Konig. You’re not a real wife, or a real life partner, and you’re certainly not his real queen. A year from now, you’ll be nothing more than a distant memory.
Pissed off at myself forforgetting what I’d signed up for, I untwine my legs from around his and try to get up.
Phoenix tightens his grip around my waist. “Hey, what’swrong?”
“I’m fine.”
“Fine? You just came your head off and you’re fine? My cock must be broken.”
“That’s not it. Sex was good.” His eyebrows shoot to his forehead. “It was great. It was incredible.”
“Why the frowning face, kitten?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“You said fine twice. That’s a red flag that you’re anything but,” he says. “Talk to me.”
“Never mind.”
He fixes me with a stern gaze.
I lower my gaze.
“Other than a handful of people, we’re lying to the world. We can’t lie to each other. Why the sudden change of mood, kitten?”
I shouldn’t put myself on the line like this, but his soft voice is my breaking point.
I run off at the mouth and the verbal diarrhea ensues.
“I went from hating you, to despising you, to swearing on a stack of bibles I’d never marry you, to walking down the aisle to save our hotel, to liking you, to—” My hands go flying in the air.
“I’m not sure how I feel about you anymore. ”
He stares at me.
I cringe.
“You’re not sure or you don’t want to be honest with yourself?”
My eyes snap up to his.
“I’m being silly?—”
“I’m not sure what’s going on between us either, but it’s not what I signed up for.”
Great. Just great.
I’m so fucking stupid.
“You were supposed to be a crucial chess piece in my ascent to the throne,” he says. “I wasn’t supposed to like you this much, Michaela. And it’s not just because of the off the chart sex.”
My eyes widen in shock.
“You…”
Whatever he says next is swallowed by the thunderous pounding of my hopefulheart.
Then, it hits me.
“Wait a minute.” I hold up a hand. “What do you mean by, you weren’t supposed to like me this much?”
He traces the contour of my jawline with his fingertips before tapping the tip of my nose. “Somewhere between our first naughty encounter in my office and this trip to Paris, you became… more.”
I’m floored by his admission.
“You mean, you like-me like me?”
He nods. “I like-you like you. A lot.”
My heart gallops out of control at his sweet confession.
“I like-you like you, too, Phoenix.” I hesitate. “So, what does this mean for us?” A tinge of insecurity knots my stomach.
“Now that we’ve established our language skills have reverted back to that of kindergarten kids, let’s cut out the bullshit.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
“I haven’t dated many women. And the ones I did see for longer than a fling, I never shared so much of me with them,” he says. “I’m an open book with you. It’s so unlike me.”
“Same here,” I say.
“Fuck the arrangement. I vote we ride this out for all it’s worth. No foot on the brake. No holding back.”
With that one sentence, he kills me in a million different ways… each more elating than the other.
“I like the sound of that.” I smile wide.
He captures my lips.
He kisses me soft at first and I cling onto him and press my body against his. The kiss turns ravenous and his cock swells inside me.
Holding me tight, he stands and carries me across the office.
“Where are we going?”
“The sofa,” he says. “Time for round two.”