Chapter 6
Six
The elevator ride up to Keir’s hotel suite is spent fervently making out. Keir backs me up against the wall, lifts me up, and pins me there with his big body. I am hungry for him, for his kiss. Reaching up, I cup his face as I rock my lower body against his, needy.
He growls and kisses me, our tongues dancing. I can’t breathe and so I pant as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my cleavage.
The elevator dings and Keir picks me up. I lock my legs around him and he carries me out and down the hallway, his mouth on mine. There is half a minute of fumbling for a keycard and then he opens the hotel suite door, carrying me inside.
He walks right through the living room into the bedroom, pushing the door open and taking me down to the bed. I gasp and grind against his body. His hard cock presses against me insistently.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he says, looking at me with fire dancing in his eyes. “You are so beautiful, Ella. I can’t stand it.”
“So why don’t you do something about it?” I challenge him.
He turns around and switches on a light that sits by the bedside table, then returns to me.
Keir slides his hand down to my cleavage, using two fingers to tug the stretchy white material of my dress down, exposing my strapless bra and my breasts. His lips trace my neck before he kisses my collarbone, sucking on it for a second before moving down to my breast.
I arch my back and gasp, thirsty for his touch. His hot lips feel amazing. My eyes close for a second. I can feel my heart racing as he touches me, feeling my breasts tightening with anticipation.
He pulls my bra down an inch, exposing the velvety deep brown of my nipples to his gaze. A deep sound of hunger leaves his chest. He kisses his way into my cleavage, shaping my breasts with his big hands. Next to his hands, my B cup breasts seem tiny and unappealing.
When I move to cover them with my hands though, he grits out a warning.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I lean back, moving my hands away again. His lips hover over one of my breasts, teasing.
He takes a second to take my bra off and then flings it to the side. He takes a moment to soak them in, his expression brooding. “Fuck, Ella. Your tits are amazing.”
He grabs my breasts with both hands again, lowers his face to them. I gasp at the first touch of his tongue against my nipple. He sucks it, flicking it with his tongue, and bites it gently.
“Oh god.” I pull his face toward my body, feeling an ache between my legs. “Do more of that.”
Arching my back, I press my tits toward his face. Keir closes his wet mouth over my nipple, biting it and sucking it hard.
“Fuck!” I cry out. “That feels so good, Keir…”
I’m acutely aware of my pussy growing warm and wet. It’s like there is a flow of energy going from my nipple to down between my legs. Every time his tongue moves against my skin, abrading it the slightest bit, I groan and thrust my hips against his body.
I need so much more than what he’s giving me now. I don’t know exactly what I need, but when I feel his tongue on my nipple and his cock stiffly pressed against me, it makes me wild.
I wrap my legs around his back. He groans against my breast, which causes little vibrations to escape his mouth. Those vibrations cause gooseflesh to break out all over my body. He cups my other breast, kissing down into my cleavage.
Then one of his hands slips from my outer thigh up to my inner knee, caressing its way up toward my pussy by slow degrees. My breath freezes when his touch roves over the puckered scar tissue that forms an L shape inside and again outside of my knee. But he just breezes right by it.
He stops his hand just below the vortex between my legs, moving it to the top of my thigh and squeezing it hard. I gasp at the sensation, wriggling against him. My arms are around his neck, my fingers plowing through the thickness of his brown hair.
My whole pussy throbs with need. I’m ravenous and everything Keir is doing only makes me want more from him.
Keir kisses my nipple again, then bites it. I shiver as a river of feeling flows over me, dragging me down and putting me at risk of washing away completely. Then he stops, looking at me with his intense, dark gaze.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
While he waits for an answer, he runs his lips up the column of my neck. I swear, I catch fire in that moment.
“I want you to keep touching me,” I gasp.
“Where?” He touches my nipple, tweaks it. “Here?”
Almost involuntarily, my hips twitch, my pussy grinding against him.
“I want more,” I whisper. “Keir, please…”
He kisses me, deep and with tongue. Our tongues dance for several beats and I swear, I can feel my heart racing like a hummingbird against my chest. He pulls my dress up over my head and tugs my panties down my body.
I’m bare before him, waiting, shivering.
“God damn,” he says. His gaze takes me in as he adjusts his cock in his pants. “You’re too fucking hot to be real. A body like yours shouldn’t even be legal.”
My lips part, my heart races. “And yours? Show me, Keir. I want to see it.”
“In due time,” he says, flashing me a smirk. He does take his jacket and bowtie off though, unbuttoning the top couple of buttons so I can see the chest hair that pokes out. It’s russet, as is the hair on his arms when he rolls up his sleeves ever so slowly.
Keir frames my breasts with his touch, then slips one of his hands down my ribs, down my belly, to the freshly shaved spot between my legs. I hold my breath as he passes my knee again but he doesn’t give it a second glance.
He is much too busy exploring the dark notch between my legs.
I close my eyes and moan as he probes the folds of my pussy. It’s all I can do not to spread my legs and beg for him to touch me like a bitch in heat.
In the next second though, he nips at my earlobe and takes that away from me.
“Move back on the bed,” he urges, voice gone to gravel. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Let me in. I want to see your pussy, bare and juicy and ready for my mouth.”
“Your mouth?” I echo, a little stunned. I scoot back, leaving into the pillows as I take him in.
This rich Scottish billionaire is going to eat my pussy? Am I dreaming this?
“I bet you taste like the sweetest honey,” he whispers. “I’m about to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
My hands grip the comforter, clenching tight. For a moment, I freeze. The last thing I want is not to be able to give this man what he wants.
“No one has ever been able to… I mean, if you can’t, don’t be disappointed—”
Keir grins at me. “Is that a challenge?”
He spreads his whole hand out and covers my pussy. His touch is hot and my whole body tenses up, waiting for his touch. Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.
“Relax,” he whispers, looking down between my thighs. “Spread your knees wide for me, sweetheart.”
I spread my legs as far as they will go. In my mind, I’m so worked up that I’m needy and naked before him. But I look at Keir and the hunger in his expression drives me onward.
I want to be wanton with him, to show him how ready I am for whatever he will give me.
Keir puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit.
It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp.
He looks deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch, so that I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding.
He grabs my breast with his newly freed hand, swapping the two. I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him like he’s a whole damned meal and I’m starving.
Keir gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.
“What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.
His smile widens just a bit. His fingers dip from my clit to my core, circling and teasing.
“Sweetheart, I’m just waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, lighting up a whole new part of my body. He’s playing me like a fine wine and it’s working.
Better than the only other guy that ever saw me naked.
Keir moves his hand and I shiver against the sensation. “What if I don’t… finish?”
God, what if I can’t?
Now he grins, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. When he speaks, the sound of it reverberates against my flesh. “You will.”
He sinks down to his knees and pulls me over to the side of the bed. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “Stop.”
Using both hands to push my knees wide again, Keir starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making a clear path to my pussy. I squirm.
I know it is coming.
I’ve seen enough movies to know that he is about to eat me out. I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second. His nose tickles the inside of my thigh.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the delicate flesh he finds there.
As he slowly kisses my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat. It feels natural, so I just go for it.
He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisper yes when he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft moans leave my throat.
At the beginning, I’m worried that I can’t orgasm. But he slowly drives me wild, licking and sucking, sliding his fingers into my pussy. He does it rhythmically, increasing the speed slowly but surely.
Near the end, I bury my hands in his hair, urging him on, my hips moving against his kiss and his touch.
I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. He keeps going, not stopping until I pull him away.