Chapter 17 Services #2
He nodded. “Leave them there,” he said, and I kept my hand in place as he pressed his thumb against the on-switch for the toy. He lowered the vibrator to my already aching clit, and rubbed gently at first. I cried out in pleasure.
“This will serve as a reminder that if you’d stay I could do this to you in the middle of the night or the morning or whenever you fucking wanted,” he said as my breathing turned erratic, and I trembled from his touch.
The vibrations worked quickly, and I felt myself turning loose and hot, and close to the edge.
“Tell me what you pictured the morning after I fucked you for the first time. When you fucked yourself alone in your bed.”
My back bowed, and my lips fell open. “I thought about sucking your dick.”
“Were you on your knees?”
I shook my head. “No. You straddled my face. You fucked my mouth like that,” I said breathlessly, as I rubbed myself against the toy.
He hissed in his breath. His teeth pressed into his lips, his eyes dark and wild. “Did you come like that?”
“Yes,” I said on a pant. “I called out your name. I came tasting you.”
His chest rose and fell, as if he were exercising every ounce of self-restraint right now to concentrate on my orgasm. “I jacked off to you that morning too. To making you come. Do you want to know how I made you come?”
“Yes.”
“Rock into this and I’ll show you,” he whispered harshly, and I moved with him, riding the vibrator as he dropped his other hand between my legs, sliding his fingers across me, then thrusting one into me, while he slowly pushed another into my rear.
I cried out, first in shock, then in pleasure, as the twin—no, the triple—sensations shot through me.
A burn, like the first taste of scotch, then pure, unabashed ecstasy from the vibrator on my clit, and then his fingers playing my insides like a fucking pro, my whole body beholden to the sheer prowess of his hands as he drew another shattering orgasm out of me.
I called out his name, gripping his shoulder and clawing my nails into his skin as the climax rocketed through me.
When I finally could focus again, he spoke first. “I fucking love watching you come. I love what I do to you.”
“Me too,” I said, and for some reason it felt like an intensely vulnerable admission.
As if there was more going on than him showing me pleasure.
It was as if he needed to do this to me after our brief conversation.
He’d revealed the tiniest bit of himself minutes before, and that was probably hard for him.
So he’d needed to chase that with sex, mix it with pleasure, so he could watch me give in to his hand, to his toys, to his tricks.
I gladly gave into him. He made me feel so many things.
It was my turn to make him feel. To keep up my end of the deal.
I wasn’t going to enact my morning-after solo fantasy right now.
That might be too intimate for where we were.
But I had no problem dropping to my knees, freeing his erection, and taking him deep into my throat until my name became some kind of chant as he lost control, just the way I wanted him to.
A few minutes later, after we’d both straightened up, I grabbed my purse to leave.
With a hand on my back—he always seemed to place a hand on my back, a possessive gesture and one I enjoyed—we walked down the plush carpeted hallway from his penthouse apartment to the elevators.
“Do you have a busy day tomorrow?” he asked.
I nodded. “Always. You?”
He laughed lightly. “Yes. The same. Meeting after meeting, including far too many about developments.”
“Developments? Are you branching out from funding to building?” I asked curiously.
He shook his head, a look of disdain flashing across his cool blue eyes. “Absolutely not. What’s on your agenda?”
“Oh, you know, just planning my trip to Paris to keynote a conference. That’s all,” I said, giving him a saucy sashay of my hips. His palm landed hard on my ass as he pressed the down button to the elevator.
My eyes widened, inviting more slapping.
“If you tempt me like that, beautiful, I will insist on you staying the night so I can spend more time with you and your gorgeous ass,” he said, back to his playful self.
“I better not tempt you then, since we’re both so busy.”
“However will you fit me in tomorrow?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as we stepped into the lift.
Reaching for the collar of his shirt, I tugged him close, and lowered my voice to its sexiest purr.
“The same way I fit you in this week. All that wetness,” I said, grabbing his hand, and placing it between my legs as I lifted up my skirt, savoring the reaction my words elicited from him.
Another groan. Another press of his body against mine.
I removed his hand as the elevator shot down. “But I’d hate to tempt you any more.”
“I’d hate it if you didn’t tempt me,” he growled, and then lifted me up against the elevator wall, wrapped my legs around his hips, and gave me a tease of what would likely happen the next night.
I expected him to continue on like this for the whole ride down, but instead he gently lowered me to the floor, and leaned into my neck, and whispered in my ear, “I’m having a great time with you. I can’t wait to see you again.”
Instinct told me to toss out a witty comeback, to say, Presumptuous, are you? But tomorrow sounded damn good to me. So I simply said, “Me too.”
When we reached the lobby, he took my hand.
As his fingers laced through mine, I felt a rush of something else entirely.
Not the heat that had been spreading through my body since the night we met, but a softness, a sweetness that this man seemed to possess.
He held my hand as we crossed the marble floor and passed the doorman, out onto Fifth Avenue.
A town car idled. A chauffeur in a black cap popped out, and opened the door.
“Your chariot,” Jack said, with a grin.
The first night he’d done this I’d said, “You didn’t have to. I would have been fine with a cab,” because I was used to taking care of myself. Now I was used to the service from him. I liked all the services he provided, come to think of it.
“By the way, do you like the symphony?”
“I haven’t been in ages.”
“Would you like to rectify that on Saturday night?”
The symphony sounded less like thirty nights of sex and more like a path to romance. Even so, I said yes.