Chapter 49
Gen
It’s the squawking of seagulls that wakes me, but when I open my eyes, it’s Anton I see. He’s lying on his side, propped up on one elbow and tousled head resting on his knuckles.
He’s gazing down at me.
He’s smiling.
I smile back through my cloud of sleep and shift self-consciously as I reach out and stroke a fingertip down one of the deep grooves that bracket his mouth and that I adore so much. He encircles my wrist with his fingers and turns his head so he can press a kiss to my palm.
Who the hell is this gorgeous teddy bear, and what have they done with the Big Bad Wolff, ruthless conqueror of both women and the corporate world?
The sheet shifts around me, and his eyes slide to my exposed boobs.
There he is.
‘Good morning,’ I say, amused.
‘Good morning.’ He drags his eyes back to my face and grins. ‘How did you sleep?’
‘Like only a person who had too many orgasms can sleep,’ I say, yawning and sliding a foot over the satiny cotton of the sheet. Jesus, this bed is soft. It’s bloody amazing.
‘You can never have too many orgasms,’ he tells me intently, like he’s delivering the secret of the universe, and I laugh.
‘Fair point.’
‘On that note,’ he says to my boobs, ‘Get over here.’
Something pulses between my legs at the command in his tone.
Waking up with him is unreal, and I drink in the sight of him in the morning light.
For a guy in his early fifties, he’s in amazing shape.
I mean, I knew he would be. It was pretty obvious that under those fitted white shirts and perfectly cut trousers was a body to die for.
But he really is beautiful. His skin’s a lot more bronzed than mine.
I suspect he’s been popping over here to work on his tan this spring.
He’s nicely toned rather than completely ripped, but his flat stomach and the breadth of his shoulders and curves of his biceps speak to a regular workout regime.
I take in the soft smattering of dark hair that flares across his chest and tapers down his stomach. He’s gorgeous. Gorgeous. I can’t really handle how attracted I am to him. And not just to his body or his crazily handsome face.
It’s his energy that gets me hot. That Big Dick Energy that I pinpointed in our first meeting. This dominance of his. The certain knowledge that he’s a force to be reckoned with.
It makes me squirm with need.
I get over there.
He tugs me straight into his arms and I bury my face against his chest, inhaling the deliciousness of his sleep-warmed skin. There is no better scent. There’s no better feeling than being cradled in his huge body.
There’s nowhere I can imagine being but right here with him.
His hand skims down my spine, his long, strong fingers brushing so softly they ignite my nerve-endings as they go.
He shifts, looping a hairy leg over me, and a hard column of flesh slaps me squarely in my lower stomach area.
His embrace may be affectionate, but his dick means business, and my body instantly forgets the orgasms he doled out poolside last night and demands more.
I make a dreamy little noise of pleasure against his chest.
That hand of his wanders south and takes a huge, greedy handful of my arse. He squeezes and mutters into my hair, ‘Okay, sweetheart. Time for you to earn your bed and board.’
I’m not sure why the offensive suggestion that he might actually make me work for my stay here has my stomach clenching with pleasure and my pussy fluttering, but it does.
What I do know is that he’s not serious.
I mean, he’s deadly serious, but it’s part of a game.
It’s part of our dynamic. Of the buttons he knows I need him to press.
I give a little laugh of appreciation, and he rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. I’m half expecting him to push my head down towards his dick, so he catches me by surprise when he hauls me up his hard body instead.
‘What are you doing?’ I murmur as I raise myself up onto my hands. ‘I thought you wanted me to suck your dick.’
He glances up at me and grins. ‘No, I want you to ride my face. Then I want you to ride my cock.’
I’ve worked hard on being uninhibited in bed, but this is a lot. The room is flooded with sunlight—I don’t suppose closing the shutters was high on our list of priorities when we tumbled into Anton’s bed last night—and I could do with a shower. I probably taste like latex down there.
Sitting on his face in broad daylight feels confronting. Exposing. Which I suspect is precisely his reason for suggesting it.
As always, Anton Wolff won’t be happy till he’s stripped me of every last insecurity and I’m the most brazen version of myself.
He senses my hesitation, probably because my entire body’s gone stiff. ‘Come on,’ he says with a dirty grin, jerking his head towards the strip of condoms he left on the bedside table last night after he fucked me in his bed. ‘Put one on me. Then get up here.’
I stare down at him. His stubble’s come in overnight, and I already know how filthy and raw it’ll feel to grind my clit against it as he tongue-fucks me.
There’s something about Anton that’s so refreshingly shameless.
He knows what he wants, and he goes after it.
No second-guessing himself. No weighing things up.
He’s like an animal in that respect, and it’s probably something I should aspire to more.
So I lick my lips and I tear off a foil square, ripping it open and taking great pleasure in rolling it down his enormous, angry cock until it’s fully sheathed. Then I work my way up his body on my knees till they’re either side of his head.
‘Fuck,’ he says, as I straddle his face. ‘Stay there a sec. Hold on to the headboard.’
So I hover above him and, instead of resisting it, I allow myself to revel in the vulnerability of my pussy being about six inches from his face as he lies there on his pillow and takes in every exposed part of me.
He takes a finger and circles my entrance with just the tip, and I moan with pleasure, hanging my head and seeing the total focus in his dark eyes as he takes me in.
‘This is what you get for holding me off for so long,’ he tells me, his finger drawing lazy, teasing circles on my flesh.
‘You made me wait, and now I’m going to enjoy you for as long as I fucking want.
You acted like you were terrified of letting me anywhere near your cunt, and now I’m going to show you why you were right to be scared.
Because this pretty little pink cunt is mine now, and I’m going to play with it whenever I want. ’
I shudder with desire as his finger slides forward through my wetness and finds my clit. It gives it a little rub, and I jolt. Jesus, he’s amped me up from nought to sixty already, and I know it’s his words even more than his touch that are doing it.
I attracted the attention of this devastating wolf, and I let him lure me into his lair, and know he’s going to use me and use me till he’s sated his appetites on me, and he’ll wreck me and ruin me, and I’ll fucking love every second.
‘Do it,’ I hiss.
He withdraws his finger and, without warning, hooks a hand around each hip and yanks me down so I’m squarely on top of him. And the sight of those dark, feral eyes staring up at me as he delivers his first long, deadly lick is the single most threatening and erotic thing I’ve ever, ever seen.
And then he starts to eat me.