Chapter 5
chapter five
Julienne’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, tugging her out of a very pleasant dream. She pulled herself up and grabbed her phone. She blinked at the time.
Oh, bloody hell. She was supposed to be on the family jet in a couple of hours and David was apparently having a meltdown. There were at least five texts and two missed calls. David doesn’t call unless it’s an emergency. She shifted in the bed and felt the hard body next to her. She turned and looked at him. There was just a sliver of warm morning sun peeking through a slit in the blackout curtains. It afforded her a view of all that gorgeous flesh. The man was…well, he could model if he wanted to. He was on his stomach, his face relaxed in slumber. He was…she had never had a man of his caliber interested in her. Not that she knew. Gregor might be considered a catch, but he would never be able to compete with Alek. On a physical level, it was easy to see the differences, but Gregor had been her one and only experience in bed. And just in case anyone was wondering, it was less than stellar.
Her mind rushed back to the night before, about how he let her suck him off, wrapping his hand in her hair as he praised her efforts. Then, he took her up against the massive window, her breasts pressed against the glass. The windows are mirrored on the outside, but it felt differently. It felt as if he was taking her in front of the world. It was beyond delicious.
She pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the present, mostly on the god who shared her bed last night. Or, she guessed it was his bed. Either way, he was an amazing figure, all sleek muscles and golden skin. Everywhere. The man looked like he laid out in the sun all day. She didn’t miss the little nicks in his skin or the one scar that looked like a bullet hole. It was definitely proof that he had served in some dangerous areas of the world.
“You know, you can take a picture if you want to.”
She looked back up at his face. His eyes were still closed, but his mouth curved up on one side.
“I would never take a picture of you without your permission.”
His lids lifted and she raised the sheet to cover herself. She didn’t know why. It’s not like he hadn’t seen all of her the night before, but with the sunlight of a new day shining in the room, she felt exposed. Like everything she could hide the night before was now on display for him to judge.
Her phone buzzed again, and she turned to grab it. This time David’s face was there. He was calling her again, which meant he really was irritated. Or worried. It was hard to tell sometimes.
She knew better than to ignore a call, so she grabbed up her phone and clicked it on.
“Please tell me you aren’t dead,” he demanded.
She chuckled. “No such luck for you.”
The bed dipped behind her, but she ignored it. Or at least, she did until she felt his mouth on the small of her back. Heat flushed through her and her nipples immediately tightened. Oh, god, this man. He turned her into the sex maniac Gregor had accused her of being. She hummed as pleasure rolled through her.
“What was that?” David asked.
“Uh, hmm, nothing.”
“O. M. G. You got laid last night!” His squeal was so loud Julienne was sure Alek heard it.
“I’ll be?—”
“No. I’ll move our departure back a few hours. And I expect details. All. The. Details.”
Then the phone went dead. He’d hung up without waiting for her response.
Meanwhile, Alek was kissing his way up her spine. His tongue moving over her flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She dropped her phone on the table again and fell back to the bed. Alek urged her onto her stomach, then he slipped over on top of her before spreading her legs so he could kneel between them. Julienne set her palms on the mattress, but Alek anticipated her move. He settled his hands on her back.
“No, stay right there, kuuipo. ”
She had no idea what the word meant, but he’d used it several times the night before. His hand wasn’t really holding her down. It was more of a suggestion, but there was the thread in his voice that told her he might want to play a little rougher. The idea of that shouldn’t get her off. It wasn’t her scene, and they had no time to build the needed trust, but oh, she would love to experience that. At least once she wanted a man who she could trust to give that kind of control to. She knew it wouldn’t happen. Not now, and definitely not with Alek.
He lifted his hand from her back, then trailed a finger down her spine. Her nipples tightened more and her pussy clenched. Oh, god, she wanted more of that. All of it, in fact. He had the most talented hands. And mouth. And other…parts.
He leaned forward, bracing a hand on each side of her head and pressed against her. His cock pulsed against her ass, and it was then that she thought about the picture she had presented. Her massive bum on display. It wasn’t something she wanted to ever present.
“What?” Alek asked, his breath feathering over her shoulder as he bent to kiss her back.
“What do you mean?”
“Your spine went all rigid. What’s up?”
“I…” Who wanted to tell the man in bed with her that she’s embarrassed about her body? Not all of it, just that particular body part.
“Hmm, maybe I need to torture you for the information.”
His fingers slipped down her spine, followed by open mouth kisses.
“Torture? I hate to think that this was how you got information out of the enemy.”
He chuckled, causing a rush of his breath to feather over her skin. She shivered; she couldn’t fight it. There was no way she could hide her reactions to this man. But this was just about right now, this moment. He kissed the spot just above the curve of her ass. He was barely touching her, just a sweep of fingers and butterfly kisses. Still, she was wet with need and her entire body was attuned to him. Maybe that’s why she was so susceptible to him.
When she thought he would stop, he simply continued. His mouth skimmed her butt cheeks. He pulled back for a second. She had no idea what he was doing, until she felt his finger trailing between her cheeks, circling her puckered hole.
“Ever been taken here, Jules?”
She didn’t answer right away. It was impossible. The pleasure that hummed over her flesh left her dizzy. She just wanted to lay there and enjoy having his hands on her forever.
“Jules?”
“What?” she asked, but it ended up on a gasp as his hand came down on her right cheek.
“I asked if you’ve ever been fucked in your ass.”
“Oh. No.” The answer came out in an almost breathy whisper.
He sighed. “Well, I can’t take you there, then. If we had more time, I could, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
She heard the words, but they didn’t really compute because his finger was circling her hole. The teasing touch had her squirming against the mattress. Before she knew what he was doing, he had slipped his finger inside of her ass, as he moved his mouth down to her pussy. She gasped at the intrusion, but there was only a brief bit of pain entwined with pleasure as he lapped at her pussy. She clawed at the fitted bed sheet, bucking up against him. She was so damned close. So. Damned. Close.
He moved away in the next instant. Julienne raised her head to complain, but he didn’t give her time. He took her by the hips and flipped her over, then placed a hand on each side of her head on the mattress. He was grinning down at her and her brain short circuited. Just quit working. He wasn’t classically attractive, at least not by English standards. He was raw, with golden skin, dark eyes, and the most amazing smile.
He said nothing, instead he dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth while teasing the other one. With each graze of his teeth and pluck of his fingers, heat shot right down to her clit. It was throbbing, begging for attention. She pressed up against him, needing some kind of contact, not caring that she was basically trying to hump his torso, but it wasn’t enough pressure. She slipped her hands down and between their bodies so that she could press the bundle of nerves. He chuckled as he lifted his head.
“Impatient this morning, kuuipo ?”
“I need…I just need to come.”
“I got ya,” he promised, his voice deepening over the words as he kissed his way down her body, settling against the mattress after draping her legs over his shoulders. This was the third time he tasted her in this position, and she was getting a feeling that he liked it. She knew she definitely did.
“What’s that look for?”
She shook her head, but he let one of her legs fall so he could smack her pussy. The sting hit first, causing her to gasp once more, then the pleasure rolled through her. Oh, bloody, bloody hell. The man knew just what to do to her. She knew it was probably tame compared to other people, but for her, it was scandalous. Taboo. And she loved every minute of it.
“Tell me or I’ll smack you again.”
“I was just thinking you must like that position. That’s all.”
He lifted her leg up to his shoulder again. She was totally open to him, and she knew what he saw. Her sex was dripping with need.
“Of course I love this position. Having this prime juicy cunt to taste all I want, why wouldn’t I want to be here?”
He kept his gaze on hers as he leaned down and licked her from the bottom up, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then, he devoured her, his tongue darting inside of her pussy.
“Eyes on me, Jules,” he ordered, and she fought to keep her eyes open as he ate her pussy. Once he pulled her clit between his teeth, she was lost. She crested over the wave and fell into a morass of pleasure. She shuddered, bucking up against his mouth as he continued to eat her through the orgasm.
She was just coming down when she heard him grab a condom, roll it on and then grab her again. He thrust into her. They both sighed. He started to move, but then he picked her up, steadying her on his bent legs.
“Ride me, kuuipo . Fuck, you feel good.”
She started to move but he helped, his hands digging into her fleshy hips so deep that she was sure she would have bruises. The rhythm together was perfect, just as it had been the night before. It was as if they had been together for decades, so in tune with each other’s moves. Faster and faster they moved as he drove deeper into her.
Soon, she was coming again as he thrust up into her once more and shouted her name. They collapsed on the bed, their bodies damp with exertion—again—and both of them panting.
She sighed, her arms still wrapped around him, not wanting to leave. She wanted to stay in bed all day. She knew, however, that she had to get to Hawaii today.
“I have to go.”
“I know,” he said as he lifted his head. “How about a shower?”
She smiled, then full on grinned at him. “Definitely.”
He slipped out of her, then off the bed, before grabbing her and lifting her to his shoulder as if she weighed almost nothing.
She laughed, and just this once, she didn’t worry about her schedule or people waiting on her.