Chapter 14
When we arrived back at his place earlier tonight, my plan had always been to stick to the rules. Hold hands, little touches here and there, cuddling at the end of the night as we fell asleep.
It all seemed so simple. That was until he crowded my space in the kitchen, fed me a strawberry, had his assistant flood his room with a new wardrobe for me, and sat down for conversation that was supposed to be lighthearted, but felt like he was digging through my soul instead.
No one outside of my inner circle knew about my upbringing.
Usually, I kept it straight to the point—my parents died.
Yet, for whatever reason, I divulged some of the deepest parts of me to Spencer.
Sure, we didn’t go into profound detail, but I was comfortable enough with him that those parts of me had a way of sneaking out when I least expected it.
Drugs got the best of them.
I had to move into Jax’s house as just a teenager and mooch off his family until I could make something of my life.
Oh, and that boyfriend that was once my knight in shining armor? He cheated on me in the most unforgivable way.
Not only did my words have a mind of their own, but so did my body.
I couldn’t stay away. I needed to be closer.
I was unable to tear my body away from his and incapable of shutting down the innocent roaming of my hands.
Soon, I knew the combing of his hair, and light brushes of my fingers along his skin would turn into something more.
My touch at the nape of his neck would turn more aggressive. Touches that were barely there would turn into my nails piercing his skin. His request for me to be closer, to sit on his lap, only made my mind dance in circles.
Gathering the courage to take what I wanted, I stood up from the couch, the warm Vegas breeze whistling forty-seven stories up.
His dark irises blending in with the night sky looked up at me, tracking every move I made.
He stayed seated, his hands pressed to his thighs, watching me fit myself between his legs.
“Just going to stand there?” he challenged me.
For the briefest moment, I towered above him.
A switch flipped inside me. His need for me to be near him and my craving for his touch was the only thing standing between us.
Lifting one leg, I placed my knee outside his muscular thigh. My hand reached out, grazing along his coarse beard, and a deep desire churned in my stomach.
With my voice low, and every bit sultry, I whispered, “Am I close enough, Daddy?” My mind went back to the night we met.
“Play your cards right and you never know what might happen.”
Toeing the line, I tested his response.
“No.” His answer was quick, but his movements were quicker. When he hooked his hand around the back of my thigh, I had no choice but to bring my other leg up to steady my balance.
“What about now?” I stood on my knees, hovering over him but not yet seated. With every intention to tempt him, my cleavage hung in front of his face, and my nipples were on full display through the thin gray fabric.
His eyes wandered down, taking the bait.
“You’re playing with fire, Avery. I want to respect you, but it’s going to be awfully hard to hold back with your perfect tits as my view.” Both of his hands were now clasped around the back of my legs, his grip mere inches from my ass.
My eyes wandered below his waistline, straight down to his lap. An obvious erection was hardening under his gray sweatpants.
The firm hold he had on me went straight to my core, the heat between my legs craving to know what it would feel like to sit over his cock. To feel his hard length pressing against me. If I was unraveling, I could only imagine the feelings brewing inside of him waiting to burst.
Leaning with my mouth next to his ear, and his beard tickling the tops of my breasts, I whispered, “By all means then, Daddy, disrespect me in your most admirable way.” Before I leaned back to watch the fire burn in his eyes, I nibbled on his earlobe, only to hear what sounded like a strangled growl escape his mouth.
Before I could get a grasp on what was happening, my body was flung over his shoulder with the palm of his hand planted fully over my ass.
With the balcony and hardwood floor throughout his penthouse long gone, my eyes shot wide open after my back thumped lightly against his bed covered in clothes.
Hovering over me was a perfectly carved, scruffy jawline.
A tall, dark, and tattooed Italian man who looked like a wolf collecting his prey.
His dark eyes burned brighter than I’d ever seen them.
His chest heaved, and his erection begged to escape the soft fabric holding it hostage.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first moment I laid eyes on you across the bar, Avery.” Each word came out impatient as his large muscular torso towered over me.
With the plush bedding below me, I propped up on my elbows. “Sorry for making you wait, but I think I’m ready for you to kiss me now.” My teeth dug into my lower lip, awaiting him to commit his next move.
Spencer dropped to his knees and my legs spread in a natural response. Without breaking eye contact, he began peppering kisses all the way up my thigh. Even with a barrier of clothes between us, my jaw dropped open, inviting in the wave of lust that shocked me with each kiss.
“Spencer,” I whimpered.
“If I start kissing you,” he trailed kisses up my arm, making his way to my shoulder, “I don’t know how the hell I’m going to stop.” His finger ran along the top of my breasts, just enough to tease and leave me wanting more.
When he placed a kiss just below my ear, my body shivered. His gentle kisses doing things to me I hadn’t felt in such a long time.
“Please, Daddy, kiss me,” I pleaded. Every time I called him Daddy, he took it just a tad further. Turned out the term of endearment was a little kink for him and an easy way to get what I wanted.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Bella.” His large hand gripped my throat, pulling me toward his mouth.
“Show me,” I demanded before his lips crashed into mine.
Spencer controlled every moment of our kiss, and I was at his mercy.
Surrendering myself to him, my mouth was his to take advantage of.
His rough beard ran along my chin, and I embraced the burn.
His tattooed hand had a hold around my throat.
Firm and protective, telling me I was every bit his.
That I wasn’t going anywhere. The harder he gripped, and the deeper he kissed, the more my body responded.
His tongue danced along mine. With each dip into my mouth, he groaned. The sound coming from his mouth was so fucking hot that I needed more of him. I needed his moans to be ingrained in my mind.
My hands reached out in desperation, finding the hem of his white shirt. I slid the fabric halfway up his back, eager to explore the tan chiseled muscles I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of the day at the pool.
His skin burned beneath my touch.
As expected, he was defined. Carved. Made of goddamn steel and the most perfect man I’d ever had the opportunity to touch.
I needed more.
I needed him closer.
My fingernails dug into his back, bringing him closer to my core. His body dropped, and his hard cock rubbed against my inner thigh. The feeling sparked a longing in me that I’d been suppressing for more time than I thought.
It was more than longing. It was pure desperation.
I’d had sex since my breakup. It came with the job. But what I hadn’t felt was the undeniable need to rip someone’s clothes off. The overwhelming attraction. The feeling of being able to come just from a man owning my mouth and nothing else.
Tugging at his shirt, our lips broke just long enough for him to rip the fabric over his head. Resting both hands on either side of my face, his eyes bored into mine. We were both out of breath; our chests puffed up from panting, trying to figure out how far we should take this.
It was then that I silently checked him out. Storing this image of his body hovering over mine away for a rainy day.
His deep brown locks were a sexy mess that I loved to run my fingers through. The sprinkle of hair across his chest, and the thin strip that led down to the band of his exposed Calvin Kleins reminded me just how much of a man he was.
His dark ink that fully covered one arm, and the two thin black bands wrapped around the opposite forearm.
My red lipstick spread messily across his lips.
Everything about him had me lusting for more.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” I couldn’t help myself. My heart raced inside my chest, and I needed him to know what I was feeling—how I was seeing him.
His head dipped to mine, resting on my forehead as a large smile grew across his face.
“What am I going to do with you, Avery?” He shook his head and chuckled.
“You can start by kissing me more.” I smiled sweetly.
“The only reason I was able to stop was because you gave me a moment of clarity when you started ripping off my shirt.” His thumb glided along my lower lip.
“I told you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.
As badly as I want to see how soaked you are for me under these flimsy pajamas, my morals won’t allow me to fuck you tonight when I paid for you. ”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that?
I wanted nothing more than to take this further, but in the sweetest way I’d ever heard, he told me he wasn’t going to take it all the way with me tonight.
That statement alone proved to me I wouldn’t be able to walk away after tonight. No part of me had any idea of what was to come, but one thing I knew for certain, I didn’t want tonight to be the one and only night that Spencer Russo held me as I fell asleep.