Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
ELENA
My hands slid to his fine ass and squeezed. “I’ve been wondering about this. So firm and perfect.”
“You’ve been checking out my ass?” He released my breast, looking at me with darkened eyes.
“I have.” I went on my tippy toes. “You’re so handsome, you know that?”
“I do now.”
“Haven’t other women told you that?”
“They have.” He smirked, and butterflies emerged in my stomach. He was arrogance and magnetism personified.
Who could stand next to him and not feel the pull?
“But only your opinion matters to me.” He tugged onmy thong. “What kind of game are we playing?”
I surprised myself too. Orion liked a disciplined schedule. I wanted to have fun with him tonight, make him detour.
We were so different, like two roads—one winding and one straight—heading to separate destinations. Somehow our roadsintersected, and this was the moment of contact. Where would we go from now? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. Right now,being here with him, was the only thing that mattered to me.
“Do you dare, Slingshot?” I asked with hands on my hips, not caring that my chest was bare to him. Not caring that I had a tiny patch covering my most private part. The sight must be ridiculous, but I loved how he was looking at me.
He wanted me desperately. If eyes could talk, his told me things that made my panties wet.
“Rules,” he said, his tone guttural and desperate.
I loved that I could affect him like this.
“The more answers you get right, the more you can ask to remove something.” I palmed his cock, and he sucked in a breath. “And the more you can touch.”
“Vixen. I like this version of you.” He swallowed, and I watched the way his Adam’s apple shifted on his neck. It was sexy as hell. “You’re not just any sunshine, you’re sexy and sassy sunshine. The kind that can burn me to cinders.”
“Then you should be afraid of me.”
“I am.” A seriousness swam across his face.
Was he afraid of me? Why?
The concern must have been obvious on my face because he said, “I lose control when you’re around. I’m not my usual self.”
My body relaxed. “It’s okay to let go, Slingshot. That’s how you hit your target.”
“I love your puns and riddles.” He reached for my breast, but I stopped him.
“You sampled me earlier. But starting now, no touching unless you answer a riddle.”
He looked adorably frustrated. “What kind of game is this?”
“Don’t pout. I’m struggling too because I want to touch you as well.”
“Then why don’t you just touch me and forget the damn game?” he panted.
“Don’t you want to get to know me? This game will allow that.”
“You’ve played this game with other men?” he asked.
“Nope. You inspired it. I’ll tell you the reason later.” I pointed to the chair. “You need to sit on the chair while I’ll sit on the kitchen table.”
He pulled out a chair as I hopped onto the table.
“Since I have my shirt off, you need to take yours off. But keep the jeans on.”
“But you have your shorts off.”
“That was a mistake,” I replied.
Pursing his lips, he took off his shirt. “I’ll be sampling every inch of you, Sunshine. You’re not getting out of this.”
He had no idea how much I wanted his mouth on me. I’d dreamed about it.
But I was doing this for him. I bit my bottom lip as I absorbed the gorgeous specimen of a man in front of me. Those firm abs. The broad shoulders were perfect for tailored suits. No wonder he looked delicious in them. Those biceps I wanted to bite and squeeze. My stomach churned with desire. Orion had sex appeal like no man I knew.
I could practically smell sex in the air. Everything about him was more . More intense. More stunning. More complex.
I wanted to dive into the mystery of him—into his mind, his soul.
“I might break a rule if you don’t hurry with the riddle,” he said, his eyes trained on me.
“I thought you were a patient man.”
“Not today.” His gaze met mine, and I could see the restraint in them. He looked like a beast ready to pounce on me.
“All right. Here’s the first riddle.” I opened my thighs a little, just for a tease. Then I shimmied my shoulders, shifting my breasts seductively. His eyes followed their every movement.
“Fuck, Elena.You’re definitely trying to kill me,” he muttered. “If I have a heart attack, it’s your fault.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lifted a shoulder, enjoying the hungry expression on his face. “Why does the sun enjoy working at the bakery?”
“What? You’re so random.” Amusement flickered in his eyes. “And strange.”
“Thanks for the compliment. Now, answer the question.” I held up a finger. “You have one minute to think about it.”
Orion stared at my lacy thong as though it could tell him the answer.
“You won’t find the answer there.” I leveled my head.
“You’re wrong. Just looking at it has given me some ideas.” His lips quirked. “The sun likes working at the bakery because it likes to rise.”
My jaw dropped. “How do you know that?”
“Because your pussy told me.” Orion leaned in. “I answered correctly, so now I get to remove one thing, right?”
There wasn’t much to remove on me, but that wasn’t the point of this game.
He must have read the riddle somewhere. I had a collection of weird riddles from when I had my blog.
“One thing.” I straightened my posture, still trying to figure out how he knew the answer.
“I want your thong off.” With finesse, he slid off my panties and pressed them to his nose, inhaling. “You smell so good.”
The image of him with that intimate gesture was etched into my mind. I’d never watched a man do that before. It was hot as hell.
“My turn now.” He scrunched up my underwear in his hand and leaned back in the chair, looking like a decorated general who had won a battle. “Why did the book go to the police?” He met my gaze, but then his eyes slid to my sex.
I crossed my legs and folded my arms over my chest, wondering if he had a weird collection of riddles too.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Cross your legs. The whole reason for me taking off your thong was for me to admire it, along with your gorgeous breasts. You’re like the perfect piece of art for me to study. You know I collect art and other fine things, right?”
“I want to see them one day,” I said, then glanced over at the sliding door with the bug net. “Well, there’s a breeze, and I could catch a cold, so I need to cross my legs.” The summer humidity had lessened compared to the last few days.
He didn’t call me out on the ridiculous excuse.
I didn’t have to think long to reply to his riddle. “The book went to the police station because it had to report evidence of an indescribable plot twist.”
Something flashed in his eyes. It wasn’t surprise, but something else. A recognition? An epiphany of some sort? Had my silly answer helped him figure something out?
“Did I answer it correctly?” I pursed my lips.
“You did.” He tucked my thong into his pants pocket.
“I want your pants off,” I said.
Without hesitation, he rose from the chair.
“No. Let me do it.” I hopped off the kitchen table—which had never been kissed by my ass until today—and gripped his dark jeans. I removed his belt, dropped it to the floor, and tugged down his pants. A massive bulge tented under his boxers.
Orion was so gorgeous, so masculine. He stood like an inexplicable monument in my kitchen. He possessed the face of a sex god while radiating irresistible power. Though he called me Sunshine, he was the one who emanated power like the sun. I couldn’t look away.
I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t until I answered another riddle. It was my rule, and no matter how I wanted to break it, I had to see this through.
How long would it take for him to lose control? How long would it take me?
As though he understood my need, he smiled and sat down. Unlike me, he opened his thighs so I could see his massive bulge in its glory.
“What’s next, Sunshine?”
“What?” My gaze was fixated on his cock, and I heard nothing. I was in a world of my own, playing this unique story in my head where I could converse with his cock. I imagined it breaking free of his boxers to come out to say hello to me. Something was really wrong with me.
His smile expanded. “The next riddle?”
My gaze met his. “You’ll find this interesting because you’re into the stars and stuff.” I cleared my throat. “Imagine you’re an insignificant asteroid floating aimlessly in space. Then you see a cluster of stars close to Earth. What would you do?”
Orion’s expression immediately transformed from casual entertainment to shock, and then something I couldn’t pinpoint. He leaned forward, staring at me. Did he like my question? Was he that into it?
He stood up from his seat and stepped toward me. The power that radiated from him made me suck in a breath. His chest rose and fell as though he were trying his best to control his emotions.
What was happening? Had my question triggered something? Or had he finally lost control?
A few inches separated us. “What’s your answer?”
“May I please join your cluster?” He breathed, lips parted, as his gaze bored into me. “The asteroid’s name is Sassteroid. Now I get to do what I want.”
No way .
My heart skipped and twirled at this realization that Orion had been one of my blog readers. He’d stood out from the others because of his odd question. And because he was the last inquiry I’d responded to.
Orion ushered my thighs apart. He positioned himself between my thighs and placed his hands on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist so my sex kissed his abdomen.
He crooned, looked down at the contact, and pressed his body into me. Then he slid his finger between us, stroking my bud. “Nice to finally meet you, Madame Sarcasm.”
Pleasure raced through me. “It is you. Wow.”
He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me. The kiss was fueled with desperation and urgency. He devoured me with teeth, tongue, and lips. Arousal pumped through me, firing up all my nerve endings.
He broke for breath, dropping kisses to my neck. Then his lips traveled down to my breasts, nipping one gently with his teeth before giving the other the same attention. When he fluttered his tongue, I moaned. “More.”
Oh my God. He was so good. Exceptionally skilled. He continued fluttering his tongue with just the right tempo, and I thought I was going to come right then.
But then he cupped my breasts, pushed them together, and buried his face in them. “I can’t believe it’s actually you.”
“You’re the asteroid inquirer.” I watched as he kissed the side of my breasts and under them. He seemed to enjoy his exploration. It turned me on even more to see him taking his time.
He’d been my last blog post. His inquiry had been strange and creative, and perfect for me to end the blog. I had so many questions for him, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the way he feasted on my breasts. He suckled hard, drawing out my nipples, all while keeping his gaze on me.
A ravenous and unapologetic wolf.
Moaning, I arched into him, offering him more.
“I had a crush on you, you know,” he said.
Laughing, I placed my hands on his firm chest. “Madame Sarcasm was a sixty-year-old woman with three dogs, five cats, a pig, a goat, two parrots, and a ferret. That bio, plus the picture of an eccentric woman with catlike eyes, intrigued you?”
“What can I say?” A smile curled onto his lips. “I’m interested in a witty woman who can multitask.”
I’d never laughed this much during sex. It was so easy with him.
He nudged me down onto the kitchen table. “I love your sexy, sassy sarcasm.”
The coolness of the surface shocked my skin. But heat spiked when his hands spread my thighs wider. He stared at me, and embarrassment flushed. No one had looked at me like that. The stretch marks ...the cellulite.. .I hadn’t worked out in a while .. .
I closed my thighs, but he held them firmly in place. “Don’t move, Sunshine. I’m admiring fine art here.”
“Orion . . .,” I said, my voice not sounding like myself.
“Yes?” He blew at me and growled. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
His words calmed my erratic nerves. I heard the chair screech closer to the table. He sat down between my thighs, pressing in his face. His warm breath breathed life into my skin. Nerves woke in places I hadn’t considered until now. My thighs quivered as anticipation thrummed.
When he licked me, I bucked in pleasure.
“Fuck. You taste so good, Elena.” He repeated the gesture over and over as liquid heat poured out of my core. “You’re so beautiful.” He licked me up, and my vision blurred.
My arms flew out to grip the edge of the kitchen table. Sensation soared, and the inner muscles of my vagina tightened. I needed him inside me.
“Now.” I looked at him. “Please.”
“One second, baby.” He rose, stripped out of his boxers, and rushed to where his pants had dropped. When he came back, he wagged a condom in front of his face, looking adorable.
I couldn’t stop looking at his gloriously massive cock. Would it fit inside me? I’d never seen anything so beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
He pulled on the condom swiftly and held his cock at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Please.” I braced my hands on the table.
He lifted my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Holding my gaze, he slid into me, one inch at a time. He felt so good. So unbelievably good. My inner muscles expanded to welcome his thickness.
“You okay?” he breathed.
I nodded and challenged him. “More.”
He grinned and increased his speed. Our wet skin slapped against each other, loud in the otherwise quiet night.
“How about now?” he asked.
“More!” I cried.
“You’re a fucking goddess.”