Chapter 5
Casey
New Orleans, night…
He slammed the door shut behind us in one firm push.
The sound of it clanging signaled a change in him.
The dark look in his amber eyes and the stony set of his lips thrilled and scared the hell out of me too.
I’d never seen him like this. Of course I’d never seen him like this.
But I never even knew he had this side—a man staring down the woman he planned to claim.
He didn’t speak. He simply pointed. To the floor. Holy shit. He was serious. “You really want me on my knees?” I asked, my eyes wide.
“You want to be on your knees,” he corrected, his confident, sexy voice sending a hot spark through me.
I’d been on my knees. I’d given blow jobs.
I wasn’t inexperienced. I knew sex inside and out and upside-down.
I’d read books on kink, fetishes, and the Kama Sutra.
But never had I asked a man to take control like this.
And never had I thought I’d like it. But my body didn’t lie.
Not when the aching between my legs intensified as his hands moved to his belt, and he slowly, purposefully, took his time taking it off. Loop by fucking loop.
Like a man in control. He could do anything with that belt. He could tie my hands, swat me with the non-buckled end, or none of the above. I didn’t know and that was part of the allure.
I watched him take it off.
Oh god, my mouth was watering at the forbidden sight. This was Nate. This was my friend—my brother’s friend—and he was stripping off his belt and flicking the leather on the floor of his hotel room.
A suite on the top floor of the hotel he operated, this room was designed for pleasure and luxury.
The white bed cover was pristine, but so enticing, and the sliding doors to the bathroom were mirrored.
I caught a brief glimpse of my reflection.
My blond hair was loose and curly already; the humid June weather hadn’t been able to work much magic on my tresses that were naturally on the wild side.
The strap on my tank had slid down my shoulder.
I looked like myself, except for one thing—the desire in my eyes.
I knew my own body intimately, understood precisely what made me tick, tingle and heat up, but I’d never seen my own eyes when I was this turned on.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this turned on.
But when he’d kissed me at the restaurant he’d set my heart to flames, scorching a path of pleasure from the center of my body all the way to my fingertips.
Somewhere inside me lived the slightest morsel of fear. I wasn’t afraid of Nate, but perhaps I was afraid of myself. Unsure how I’d feel if I liked submitting as much as I’d liked the way he’d kissed me, as if he owned my pleasure.
Completely.
The room was near silent—the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning.
I stepped backward. He moved closer. I continued toward the bed. He stalked over to me. I felt like prey. Judging from the intensity in his gaze, I was the most succulent meal he’d ever wanted. I stopped when the back of my legs hit the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“You told me to kneel,” I said, voice wobbly.
“I told you to kneel. I didn’t tell you to move.”
“Oh,” I said on a swallow. I wasn’t sure how far the game went.
He pointed to the floor. “Here.”
I began to kneel, but he grabbed me, pulled me to him, wrapped his arms around me, then tucked his fingers under my chin so I was looking at him. “Hey, this is us now. Are you okay?”
I breathed a sigh of relief, so glad that he’d asked. And admittedly, a bit more turned on that he had. “Yes.”
“Do you still want this?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“No questions? No worries?”
My natural instinct to be direct overtook me.
Feeling brazen and dangerous, I grasped his hand and guided it between my legs so he could touch the damp heat of my panties.
I was soaked through the cotton panel. He hissed the second he made contact.
“Fuck,” he muttered, then slid his fingers across the thin fabric.
I arched into him, wanting so much more.
He dipped his mouth to my neck, mapping a hot trail along my skin until he reached my ear.
“See how turned on you are now? You’re going to be so much wetter after you take me in your mouth for the first time.
Do it now,” he said, and I felt a rush of heat that began proving his point.
I kneeled and looked up, awaiting instructions.
He raised an eyebrow appreciatively. “Unzip my jeans,” he said as he worked on his shirt, starting from the top button.
I wasn’t sure where to feast my eyes, whether on him systematically undoing each button, revealing inch by inch his strong, broad chest, or on the throbbing hard length right there behind the denim.
I couldn’t look away from his hands though, especially when I saw his chest for the first time—his strong pecs, his flat and hard belly. I was tempted to stand so I could trail my long nails across his skin and watch him hitch in a breath, watch his reaction to me.
Uh-oh.
Old habits died hard. This wasn’t about what I could do to him. It was about what he was doing to me. With my eyes and fingers on his crotch, I popped open the button on his jeans, and slowly unzipped his fly, the teeth of the zipper spreading.
Did he wear boxers or briefs? White or black or blue? I was about to find out.
The answer nearly knocked me to the floor when his cock sprang out, long, thick, hard and completely riding free. I stared at the glorious sight. I might even have gawked, slack-jawed, because he was stunning.
As I tugged down his jeans, I looked up at him. “You go commando,” I said with a grin as I stated the obvious. But the obvious needed to be stated, and admired.
“I do.”
“Have you always been totally naked under your clothes every time we’ve gone out?” I asked, as he unbuttoned the final button on his shirt, then pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.
“Yes.”
My eyes widened. To think, the whole time I’d known him, he’d been naked under his clothes every single time. Every time I’d had dinner with him, gone to the movies, a baseball game, a comedy club, or an art gallery, he’d been one layer away from nudity.
“All the time?” I asked, craving some kind of final confirmation of this mouth-wateringly gorgeous vision of his free-range cock.
Ready at a moment’s notice. Every second of the day.
“Yes, I go commando all the time. Every time you’ve seen me I’ve been riding free. Now, I need you to stop talking and put that mouth of yours to a better use. Suck me now, Casey.”
There it was again. That rough, commanding tone.
The order that sent an unexpected rush down my spine.
Then his hands were on top of my head, his fingers digging into my hair, as he tugged me closer so my mouth could meet his hot, hard cock.
I curled a hand around the base. He groaned from my first touch.
I hadn’t even wrapped my lips around him yet.
A thrill raced across my bloodstream from his reaction.
I brought the head to my lips, swirling my tongue and tasting him like he was candy.
His fingers gripped my hair harder, digging in through my strands to my skull.
I drew him in more, licking and lapping him up, but keeping up a teasing pace, only letting him in so far.
I knew how to give a hell of a blow job.
I was skilled in driving a man crazy and to the brink of lust-fueled insanity.
I’d take my sweet time with my hand curved tightly as I stroked him, and my lips giving the head special treatment.
From the way he rocked his hips into me, he liked it. A lot.
“No teasing,” he growled. “Take me all the way in.”
Okay, so maybe a change of pace was called for. I opened wider, and brought him deep, the head hitting the back of my throat.
I heard a sharp breath, then a groan as he grasped me harder and rougher, spearing my hair with his strong fingers. “That’s better. Keep it up like that, sweetness. I’m not going to be gentle. I intend to fuck your pretty little mouth.”
His dirty words were like some kind of switch in my sex drive that he’d tripped.
They sent the temperature inside me from scorching to inferno.
I’d never suspected Nate was like this. I knew he was strong in business, commanding in the boardroom, but I hadn’t let my mind imagine what he’d be like in the bedroom.
Now, I was discovering a new, dominating, dirty side to him.
On the surface I was in control, with my teeth millimeters from his most sensitive flesh, but he so clearly had all the power as I sucked him to the base as he’d demanded, my mouth becoming a warm tunnel for his shaft.
He tasted delicious, the perfect mix of clean and musky.
Opening wider, I gave him total use of my throat. He took every inch of the real estate, filling me all the way to his balls that I stroked and tugged as I sucked.
“Lift your skirt up,” he said roughly. “Pull it up to your hips so I can watch you.”
I yanked it up, revealing my wet lacy panties. “Beautiful,” he said in an appreciative growl. “Spread your knees more.”
Feeling terribly vulnerable, but terrifically naughty, I widened my knees on the navy blue carpet of his hotel room. Thank goodness The Luxe had such soft wool carpeting. I wouldn’t want this moment ruined by rug burn.
“Pull your panties to the side. Let me see how turned on you get from sucking my dick,” he told me as he continued his thrusts in my mouth.