Chapter 31
I must be the luckiest bastard in the world.
For the second time in my life, I wake up to the most perfect dream—a dream where Elena’s warm, sinful mouth is wrapped around my cock, working me into a state of bliss that has my entire body taut with pleasure.
But this time… it feels different.
Because last night, we didn’t just fuck. We didn’t just give in to all the pent-up desire we’ve been dancing around since the moment we met.
We made love.
And now, as the first light of dawn begins filtering through the curtains, my mind is hazy, floating between the remnants of sleep and the intoxicating pleasure coursing through my veins.
The dream is so vivid—her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip of my cock, her lips stretching around me as she takes me deeper, her hand twisting in perfect rhythm with each languid stroke.
I groan, my hips shifting, my fingers tangling in the silk of her hair.
So fucking real.
A slow, wet slide, the perfect amount of pressure, the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks me like she needs it just as much as I do.
“Fuck, Elena,” I rasp, my breath ragged, my body bowing up toward the heat of her mouth.
Then—
The sharp, intrusive blare of my phone shatters the moment.
That goddamn thing has the worst fucking timing.
A frustrated growl rumbles in my chest, but the second I shift, my mind clears just enough to register something crucial.
This isn’t a dream.
Elena’s mouth is on me.
My eyes snap open, my breath catching at the sight of her beneath the sheets, her dark hair spilling over my thighs, her lips wrapped around my cock as she watches me with that wicked, knowing glint in her hazel eyes.
My head tips back against the pillows, a ragged curse spilling from my lips as I fist the sheets.
“Christ, baby.”
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine, making me jerk.
The phone rings again, vibrating against the nightstand, and I swear to fucking God, I’m seconds away from smashing the damn thing.
Elena pulls off me with a soft pop, her lips swollen, her smile lazy as she glances at the offending device. “You gonna get that?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
Elena releases me, straddling my hips, her warm, naked body stretching over me as she reaches for the phone. My hands instinctively find her waist, but my attention is locked on the way her breasts brush against my chest, her smooth skin gliding over mine.
“Tsk, tsk.” She clicks her tongue. “What a naughty CEO you are.”
One of those perfect, fucking gorgeous breasts is so close to my mouth that I reach up, my tongue flicking out to catch her nipple—only for her to pull back at the last second, grinning like she enjoys torturing me.
“Fortune favors the bold, Mr. Wolfe,” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement as she swipes her finger across the screen and hands me the phone.
Fuck.
I grit my teeth, my cock still throbbing from the loss of her mouth, and force myself to answer. “This is Wolfe.”
Before I can even process whatever the hell Marcus is rambling about, Elena shifts lower, her lips wrapping around me again, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles.
My stomach clenches.
A sharp inhale is all I manage before she takes me deeper, her hand gripping the base, stroking in perfect sync with her mouth.
Marcus keeps talking, rattling on about an update from the land-use attorneys regarding the commissioner’s email, but fuck if I can focus.
Elena’s eyes flick up, mischief dancing in their depths, and when she hums around my cock, my head hits the pillow, a ragged exhale escaping me.
I thread my fingers through her hair, my grip tightening just enough to guide her—to tell her without words just how good she’s ruining me.
“Yes.”
The word is barely a breath.
She moans softly, the vibrations shooting straight through me.
“Yeah.”
Again, the word is meant for her.
Not for Marcus. Not for the fucking land survey. Not for any of the bullshit waiting outside this room.
Just for her.
And she knows it.
Her pace quickens, her tongue flicking along the sensitive underside before taking me deep, her throat flexing as she swallows around me.
My entire body is tense, heat pooling low in my spine, coiling tighter with every stroke of her mouth, every swirl of her tongue.
Marcus is still talking, oblivious, his voice a distant hum in my ear as Elena’s fingers tighten around my base, working me in a way that has my vision blurring.
I clench the sheets, trying like hell to keep my voice steady. “Understood,” I grind out, my free hand gripping her hair, guiding her faster, deeper.
I’m seconds away from losing it.
And then she hollows her cheeks, sucking me hard as her nails rake lightly down my thigh, her other hand squeezing my balls.
Gone.
Dead and fucking buried.
I snap.
With a strangled growl, I shove the phone into the pillow, cutting off whatever the fuck Marcus was saying as my hips jerk up, spilling deep into her throat.
Elena moans around me, swallowing every last drop like it’s her favorite fucking treat.
My chest heaves, my fingers flexing in her hair as she slowly licks up every bit of me, her tongue flicking one last time over my sensitive tip before she pulls off with a satisfied hum.
She grins.
Smug. Satisfied. Triumphant.
She fucking lives for this. For ruining me.
And I let her.
But not without a little punishment of my own.
I hook my hands under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, shifting her up my body until she’s straddling my face, her glistening pussy inches from my mouth, her creamy thighs bracketing my head.
She gasps, her hands gripping the headboard to steady herself, already knowing what’s coming.
I inhale deeply, running my nose up the slick heat of her cunt, taking my time as she shudders above me.
Then, with one hand, I reach blindly for my phone.
I press speaker.
“Yeah, I’m still here,” I say, voice smooth, controlled.
Elena tenses. I can feel the shock ripple through her, but I don’t give her time to react.
My tongue slides up her wet slit in a long, deliberate stroke, swirling around her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
She chokes back a moan, her thighs trembling.
Marcus’ voice crackles through the speaker, oblivious. “Right, so as I was saying, the commissioner’s office claims the survey issue is being re-reviewed. They’re trying to determine whether this falls under an environmental protection clause or if we need to petition for a special variance.”
I hum against Elena’s clit, the vibrations making her shudder.
She bites her fist, muffling the moan threatening to escape.
I smirk against her, my hands gripping her ass, guiding her closer, urging her to ride my mouth.
“Told them we already obtained those clearances,” Marcus continues. “But it looks like someone’s pushing for an independent review. We might need to?—”
I flick my tongue faster, circling her clit before dipping lower, tasting her, fucking her with my tongue, stroking deep as her hips start to move.
Her grip on the headboard tightens, her breath ragged, thighs flexing around my head as I devour her like she’s my fucking last meal.
She’s trying so hard to stay quiet.
I won’t let her.
Not when she just spent the last ten minutes sucking my soul out through my cock while I was on the phone.
Payback’s a bitch, baby.
“Damien?” Marcus prompts, waiting for a response.
I pull away just enough to answer, letting my breath skim over Elena’s soaked pussy.
“We’ll file an injunction if we have to,” I say evenly, watching her pulse throb, watching her face contort in pure, tortured pleasure as she fights to stay composed. “And get our attorneys on the line with the commissioner’s office today.”
Elena’s eyes widen, murder and desperation flickering in her gaze.
Because as soon as I finish that sentence, I dive back in—licking her slow and deep, swirling my tongue over her swollen clit before sucking her hard.
Her body bucks, her spine arching.
She’s so fucking close.
I feel her tighten, her slick heat pulsing against my mouth, and fuck, I love knowing I can bring her to the edge with just my tongue.
Marcus keeps talking, but I don’t hear a fucking word.
All I hear is her.
Her hitched breaths.
Her strangled gasps.
The wet, filthy sounds of me fucking her with my mouth.
Her thighs squeeze around me, and her fingers are digging into my hair—pulling, tugging, her hips grinding down.
She’s trying to hold out, but I don’t let her.
I seal my lips over her clit, suck hard, flicking my tongue over it in rapid strokes.
She shatters around me, and it’s the most beautiful fucking thing in the world.
Her body trembles, her silent scream caught in her throat as she drenches my tongue.
I groan into her, lapping up everything she gives me, holding her against my mouth, working her through it, not stopping until she’s twitching, gasping, her body going limp against me.
Slowly, I ease her down, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her trembling inner thighs.
She collapses against my chest, still breathless, her heart pounding.
I reach for my phone, grabbing it from where it landed on the mattress, and press it back to my ear.
Marcus is still fucking going, and I smirk against the silky strands of her hair.
“I’ll be in the office soon,” I say, my voice low and gruff, before adding, “Right after I finish my breakfast.”
Elena groans, swatting my chest as I hang up.
I grin against her, gripping her ass possessively, pulling her closer.
“That was so fucking mean,” she mutters, still catching her breath.
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her hip. “And you fucking loved it.”
She doesn’t argue.
Because we both know the truth.
I shift, rolling her onto her back, caging her beneath me as I kiss my way up her body.
“Now shut up,” I murmur against her lips, “because I’m going back for seconds.”