Chapter 10 Bianca
BIANCA
He’s kissing me.
He’s kissing me.
And I’m… I’m letting him.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed by a man who’s not paying to kiss me.
I tried dating when I first came to Chicago, but I couldn’t get into the scene.
I figured it would be the same as New York City, but it’s an entirely different culture.
It doesn’t help that people essentially go into hibernation every winter here.
But wait…
I break away from him, our lips smacking as they part.
“Mr. Calloway,” I say on a breath.
He grins. “It’s O’Rourke.”
I shake my head. “No. The man who was with me. We have to…”
He shrugs. “He’s not going anywhere.”
I should smack him for speaking so callously about the dead. He’s a doctor. A healer. This should be killing him.
Instead I just gaze into his dark eyes, my mouth dropped open like a codfish.
And I don’t give a flying fuck about Cale Calloway.
I bring my lips back to his.
The kiss is three times as passionate as the first, our lips grinding against each other with a primal urgency, our tongues clashing.
I run my hand through his hair.
The bedsheet I was holding around myself falls, exposing my breasts.
Quick as a flash, he cups one in his strong, steady hand, brushing his thumb over my nipple. A volt of electricity races through me. I break the kiss long enough to suck in a breath.
And I look at him. Really look at him, my hand wandering to his shirt, fumbling with his bowtie. I undo a few buttons, caress his hard, muscled pecs.
My God, this man must live at the gym.
Our lips meld together again. I get lost in the kiss, so lost—
Until he breaks from it, slips off his tux jacket, and rips open the rest of his dress shirt, flinging loose buttons across the floor.
His chest is tanned, and even more muscular than I felt through his shirt, and his nipples are two gorgeous copper coins.
He pulls me toward him. My breasts squish into his hard chest, and all the blood in my body lands between my legs.
He pushes me back onto the bed, and I instinctively spread my legs. He dips a finger into my pussy, and another jolt of energy runs through me like lightning.
“You like that, Bianca?”
“Y-Yes.”
“One more finger?”
“Please.”
He slides through my folds, teasing my pussy lips and my clit.
Already I feel an orgasm building. I let out a soft moan.
He places a finger against my lips. “Not yet.”
He slides down my body and between my legs.
The minute his tongue touches my clit, I shatter.
“Harrison!”
He meets my gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Babe, I’m just getting started.”
He dives back in again. And he’s like a starved man at a banquet. He fucks me with his tongue, moving to my clit in a discordant rhythm. I’m lost in a heady haze, spiraling, spiraling…
Another climax builds. It’s too soon, but—
I’m still pulsating from the first when I explode once more.
“That’s right. Come for me, sexy.”
The vibrations of his voice rumble inside me, and that alone gets me halfway to orgasm number three. Harrison makes quick work to finish it, and I’m squirming, knocking my fists against the mattress and thrashing my legs.
“Harrison…”
He lifts his head, his chin glistening.
“I… I want you inside me.”
He moves forward, trailing kisses over my belly, nipping at a nipple and then my ear. “Yeah? You want my big cock in that sweet pussy?”
“Yes. Please. Harrison..”
He chuckles before jumping off the bed. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his fly, and discards his pants. He’s wearing navy boxer briefs that show off his magnificent thigh muscles, but it’s the huge bulge that truly captures me.
He gropes himself from outside his underwear. “You want it?”
“God, yes.”
He slips his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and slips them down. His cock springs forward.
And it’s magnificent.
At least eight inches and thick. Gorgeous with two veins marbling through it.
I want him inside me, but…
I can’t help myself. I get down on my knees in front of him and take his cock in my mouth.
“Bianca…” He moans.
He’s long, but I manage to get most his length down my throat. In and out, in and out, taking breaks to run my tongue up his shaft while leering up at him with wide eyes.
I keep blowing him, and he runs his fingers through my hair. I increase my speed, pumping my mouth over him until… Until…
“Bianca!” He whips his cock out of my mouth. “I… You’re getting me close.”
“You can come in my mouth.”
“No… I need to be inside you.”
I close my eyes. Yes, the thought of that huge cock inside me, filling me. I return to the bed. “Please, Harrison, please.”
He climbs over me, his huge dick teasing my clit.
Then he thrusts into me.
It burns in the best possible way.
He pulls out, thrusts back in. Again. Again. Knocking my head against the wall with each plunge.
I could come again so easily. So easily…
He pumps into me harder, harder, harder. “I’m getting close.”
“Me, too,” I sigh.
He grits his teeth and pushes himself in with one final thrust, releasing.
That’s all it takes. I soar over a fucking rainbow into nirvana, and I can’t help a loud moan as a fourth orgasm ripples through me.
In that moment, something silent passes between us. A beam of energy that warms my heart.
This wasn’t just sex.
This was…something more.
He rolls next to me on the bed. “Jesus, Bianca. That was incredible.”
I turn onto my side and caress his hard chest. “It was.”
He entwines his fingers with mine. But then, just as quickly, he snaps himself out of my grasp and sits up with a jolt. “I’m sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry about?”
He runs his hands through his hair. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”
“What do you mean?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I wanted to take you to dinner, show you a good time.”
I widen my eyes. “Really?’
No man has wanted me for anything other than my body before. I’ve never been wined and dined without the expectation of paying with my body later.
“Of course.” He brushes his thumb over my lips. “And I didn’t even ask you if I could finish inside you. You must think I’m an ass.”
I shake my head quickly. “Not at all. It was amazing.”
He bites his lip. “Are you on the pill?”
Reality sinks in and I cross my arms over my bare breasts. Harrison didn’t ask me. He took what he wanted.
I am on the pill, thank goodness.
I blink. “Yes, I am. Rouge’s policy.”
He nods, his expression blank. “Okay, good. Good.”
Then he gasps. “Shit. The old man.” He rises, paces around the room. “What the hell was I thinking? I’m a fucking doctor!”
I sweep my legs to the side of the bed. “My sister will know what to do.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” he says. “Everything in the whole world just stopped existing when I saw your body.” He buries his face in his hands.
“Like you said, it’s not like he was going anywhere—”
“But there might have been a chance to save him if we’d acted quickly. I could have performed CPR until paramedics got here.”
I stand and look right into his eyes. “He was dead. Dead is dead. You shouldn’t feel any guilt at all. What we need to worry about now is getting rid of the body without arousing any attention.”
“Okay.” He scratches his shoulder. “I guess we should get dressed, then.”
I nod and grab my panties from the floor. I discarded them there at Mr. Calloway’s command, never imagining that I would be putting them back on in the company of a second, much more appealing man. “So…Harrison O’Rourke.”
He gets dressed. “That’s what they call me.”
“It’s a good name. Solid.” I slip my dress back on. “Do you ever go by Harry?”
“No.” He turns his head away sharply.
I swallow. His tone suddenly turned so curt. There’s a story there, but it’s none of my business. We finish dressing in silence.
I put my shoes on and stand. “My next set will be starting soon. We should go.”