Chapter 10
Getting Down To It
BAZ
Lanie’s lips were so full and soft, I could have kissed her for hours.
At my age, I never thought kissing could feel like such a sensory experience.
However, as we stood there, I breathed her in.
I tasted the whiskey her conquest drank but also a slight taste of her.
I wanted more, but I didn’t want it here.
I didn’t want the first time I had all of her to myself to be interrupted by anything—or anyone.
She felt precious. It was a rush thinking about how quickly I could get her home and devour all of her.
I wanted to worship every inch of this woman. The pull hit me like a brick.
Lanie played with my belt. I grabbed her hand.
“No,” I said, voice low. “Not here. I don’t want to share you right now. I want to be greedy and have every inch of you to myself.”
Lanie looked up at me, her big blue eyes filling my soul with more than lust—I adored her. Stupidly, I’d do almost anything to win her. Like me, Lanie was wicked and depraved, but she was also soft and sweet. I wanted to experience the latter. I’d had enough of the former this evening.
“Okay,” Lanie agreed. “You win. We can go to yours. If I bring you back, we’ll have no privacy.”
At my age, I had no time for a roommate or family situation. I had 5000 square feet of freedom and an untold number of surfaces I could take her on.
“Okay,” I took her hand and focusing on getting out.
We had to wait until we reached the lobby for me to ring the driver.
I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to never stop kissing Lanie Day, but that wasn’t how I managed such things in public.
Besides, I didn’t think either of us could reliably control ourselves.
Thankfully, my driver quickly collected us.
After a quick trip through Hyde Park Corner, we were back in Knightsbridge and on my side street off Brompton Road.
He pulled the car into the alley, allowing us an entry through the back door. We arrived in the primary basement in front of the gym.
“Where are we?” Lanie asked.
“Darling, I’d love to show you around at a later date, but I don’t have much time on my hands to give you a tour right now.” I pressed the button to the lift.
Lanie didn’t argue.
We rode to the top floor and right into my primary suite.
“Wow,” Lanie said. “This is beautiful. Prime real estate. Did you build this?”
“This was one of my developments, yes.”
Normally, I could go on about how I got this place and how it was my baby, but I didn’t want to talk real estate. That wasn’t the business I wanted right now.
“You don’t want to talk, do you?” Lanie read my mind.
“No, Lanie. I want you naked.”
She bit her lip. God, I couldn’t want anything more than her lips right now. I didn’t understand why I was so drawn to that part of her. Keeping eye contact, she ripped off her dress, threw her bra to the side and stood on display.
“Good?” Lanie asked.
“It will more than do,” I agreed, following suit.
Lanie settled on the bed, boosted by her elbows.
If I said she was anything less than perfect, I’d be lying.
She was gorgeous—almost glowing in the low light of the city.
I wanted so badly to feel her. If kissing had been unimaginably good, I couldn’t imagine how superb things would be with her beneath me.
When I rummaged for a condom in the nightstand, Lanie stopped me.
“I don’t think you want that yet.”
“What?”
“I want to blow you,” Lanie said.
“Lanie—”
“No, I do. I haven’t got to play with your cock yet. You’d deny me?” She pouted. How could I say no?
“Well, then, get to work,” I said, gruffly in a way she’d throw back.
Argument with Lanie was so precious. I loved how good she gave.
Younger women were tricky. They rarely felt like my intellectual equal, but Lanie was.
She was clever, demanding, and shrewd at negotiation.
I could manage a younger woman like that.
She was more than a plaything or conquest. She was a constant distraction I couldn’t ignore and a pursuit I’d not kick.
And after tonight, I worried I’d only be more intoxicated and wrapped up in her.
I should have feared that, but I didn’t.
Lanie took my cock in her hands, straddling my leg as I’d first imagined her doing to me as she did to Caleb.
She slowly rolled her fingers over the head of my cock, grabbing the precum already there.
I’d stop her before too long. I was too excited, and I had a feeling she’d be good at this.
The feeling of her lubricated hand rolling down my shaft made me shudder.
“Yeah? You like that?” Lanie said, voice husky.
Her accent did it for me every time.
“Yes. Does it please you?” I asked.
“It’s very good.”
Lanie bent down, licking from my balls up the shaft. Her beautiful lips took me in slowly, making me shiver under her immaculate, delicious torture.
“Fuck,” I growled, lacing my right hand through her hair.
Lanie bobbed slowly up and down my cock, moaning as she did. I felt her wetness as she ground against my leg. The woman was so good. As she sped up, I couldn’t fight it.
“No,” I said, shaking it off. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Not like this. Later.”
Lanie slowly pulled off my cock, but didn’t stop. She stared up at me as she licked the head.
“You’re playing with fire and being very disobedient, Lanie.”
Lanie let go of my cock, grinning cheekily. “You should punish me, then.”
“Get on top of me,” I growled.
Lanie slowly obliged. I sensed she wanted to be punished, something I’d relish, so I spanked her.
That elicited a long moan. Taking her time, she grabbed the condom on the nightstand and slowly rolled it down my shaft.
Eventually, her body straddled mine as she slowly enveloped me within her slick, warm center.
She shuddered, satisfied with how it felt. I couldn’t have complained if I tried.
“Was it all you imagined?” Lanie asked, grinding against me.
“So fucking perfect,” I moaned.
“Worth twenty-five million?”
“Worth even more.”
“More than this house?”
“Per appraisal value a year ago,” I said. “No. Per build cost… yes.”
“You would say that to me balls-deep, Baz?”
“I think by the end of this,” I admitted. “I will say it’s fucking priceless. And for you?”
“I would need more time to know.” She played coy.
I spanked her again.
“You’ll have to try harder than that.”
“Really?”
“I’d say kiwi if you needed to back off, baby.”
I spanked her hard enough that I worried it’d bruise her. Lanie responded by bending down to kiss me. She slowly bit my lip, rolling her hips again in the most satisfying way. She knew what she was doing. She knew I needed her to cum—loudly—and that would be the ticket to getting me off.
Lanie pulled back, panting. She was going to cum for me—the first glorious time I’d get to see her and feel her simultaneously.
“Fuck me and don’t stop,” I said. “Get off. Use me, Lanie.”
Flushed, she squeaked. “I am… I’m going to cum.”
“Good girl. Scream my name.”
“Oh, Baz, fuck!”
She did it just as she had at the club. It felt so good to hear it leave her pretty lips. Bobbing her up and down, she reached her climax, digging her nails into my chest. The feeling of her pussy pulsing around my cock was some sort of sweet elixir I’d give anything to have more of.
“Oh my God! Oh fuck!”
Her pleas for some sort of god fell on deaf ears. I didn’t want to grant her mercy. Instead, I flipped her on her back, pushing her legs up onto my shoulders with her ankles around my ears. I longed to see her tits in their full glory.
“Fuck me, Baz! Fuck me hard. Just destroy me!” Lanie growled.
“I will. You deserve relentless fucking and a lot of it,” I panted.
She bit her lip and grabbed the pillows. I leaned slightly forward, moving my left hand to stroke her pretty little pussy. Lanie arched her back.
“Yeah… more. Please,” Lanie whimpered.
“Will you cum for me again, darling?” I asked.
“I… can,” Lanie moaned breathlessly.
She was so beautiful. I didn’t think anyone could be angelic when cumming, but Lanie might have made it possible.
I’d never thirsted to make a woman cum more than I did now.
Then, Lanie did something even hotter. She gripped one breast with a hungry hand and began sucking her thumb on the other, desperate for something to grab in her release.
It was sexy beyond measure. I had to fight my own climax a little longer as her toes curled around my ears.
“Oh, fuck, Baz,” she moaned. “Yes!”
Lanie’s legs twitched and she was spent.
The sound and sight of her orgasm brought me to mine.
I held on for a while, just enjoying being inside of her while she recovered.
I marveled at how her perfect tits rose and fell and how pink her nipples were even in the low light.
She was so beautiful, so delicate, and all mine right now.
I kissed both her ankles and let them fall. Then, unable to resist, I leaned to give her the longest kiss. I basked in how it felt to press my chest against her breasts and all her softness.
“That was worth more than the house, yeah,” I confirmed.