Chapter 21
21
JOBE
The moment we step inside the penthouse, I have Zara against the wall. My mouth collides with hers, and I sense she wants this as much as me. My hands are all over her, pushing beneath the snug material of her gown to find her breasts. I need it off her before I tear the fucking dress. I spin her to lower the zipper and spin her back around with urgency so I can watch the gown slide down her beautiful body.
All night, I struggled to keep my eyes off her. With the darker makeup, her alluring eyes, and her sexy curves, I barely held it together when having a conversation with Sir James. Then, when I watched her on the dance floor with Oscar—Sir James’ nephew —I was done with surprises. Done with fucking pretending.
Her big brown eyes hold mine as I slide the material over her shoulders and down her hips. I lower my gaze and suck in air because the sight of her body steals my breath. I take her hand for her to step out of the material pooled at her feet. Her breasts spill over the strapless bra that looks a size too small. My body burns hot with desire for her. I can barely concentrate with my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and I lift her so those long legs straddle my hips. I could take her against the wall right now.
But she deserves more.
I kiss her hard, open mouthed and tongues clashing, as I walk with her toward my room. Then, lowering her carefully on the bed, I begin to loosen my tie.
“No.” She stands.
Shit, did I read her wrong?
“Sit.” She points to the velvet chair in the corner of the room, and I do as she asks, watching her sexy ass as she walks out of the room. “Don’t move.”
What is she doing? I loosen my trousers and free my cock because it’s so fucking erect it hurts trapped beneath the material.
She returns with her cell, and I raise a brow, wondering if she’s texting someone. “Are you going to video us?” I ask, tilting my head. I’m joking, but the thought of watching us fuck has my cock begging for her touch.
She gives me a look as though she likes the idea then music sounds from her cell.
“I have devices with sound wired to every room,” I tell her if that’s her thing, but then she begins dancing to an acoustic song—a female singer that I can’t place but is familiar.
“I love this song,” she says and begins to move her hips, swirling her ass in that tiny G-string. She leans over me and finishes what I began with my tie, then begins to unbutton my white shirt. Immediately, my hands are behind her back to remove her bra .
“No.” She straightens. “You can’t touch me yet. ”
“You’re kidding me?”
“I’m giving you a lap dance that you’ll never forget.”
Fuck.
She is perfect.
Zara straddles the chair and removes my shirt. Our faces come so close, her sweet breath caressing my lips, her eyes holding mine, alluring me to kiss her. She stands and somehow makes a seductive show of folding my shirt and tie.
My daze is broken by her twerking her ass before dropping to the floor and bouncing up. She turns, touching herself. My heart pounds, trying to pump blood to my brain because I swear most of it is in my dick.
I’m about to tell her things I’ve never told any woman before. I need to fuck her and regain composure. For months, I have tried not to want her, and yet I didn’t want anyone else. My balls had never been heavier.
Her long legs straddle me, and my hands cup her ass as I thrust against her, needing to touch her. She lifts, shaking her head. The music continues to play, and she’s singing along, but the words have no meaning. All I hear are the dirty thoughts in my head. “I need to taste your pussy,” I tell her.
I need to smell you, have your scent all over me.
She smiles, and the power is hers. “Lift,” she tells me.
Zara pulls my trousers off and rids every part of my clothing from me. I’m sitting naked in the chair with a hard-on like no other, dying to bury myself deep inside her. Then she drops to her knees and slides those delicious lips of hers over the tip, taking me deep in her throat.
Fuck yes.
“Yeah, baby.” My fingers thread into her hair and suddenly, she pulls back, staring at me .
Her eyes narrow into a glare. “Do I need to tie your hands behind your head?”
A smirk grows on my face. “No.” But fuck, if she likes that sort of thing, I’ll bring it. And she’ll be begging… Oh yeah. I close my eyes, and I want to come faster than I have in years. “Zara,” I moan out, not knowing what to do with my hands as her mouth fucks me deeper and faster. I lift my hips and thrust, fucking that sweet mouth.
I come hard, and through a haze, I watch her swallow, her pretty eyes staring up at me. “You’re perfect,” I murmur.
She stands and continues to dance, slowly removing her bra and commanding my attention. I love her tits. Perfectly round, they bounce slightly, and now I’m imagining fucking her from behind and watching those breasts bounce as my dick pounds into her. As she caresses each breast, she licks her fingers and toys with her nipples, swaying her hips.
I’m not sure where to focus, my eyes tracking each movement. If only I could touch her.
Her hands move lower, fingers splaying over her sex. She slides them beneath the material of her G-string, and she closes her eyes, moaning as she presses her clit. My dick is so fucking hard, I clench my jaw, wanting nothing more than to rip those panties with my teeth so I can see her pussy.
Every stroke of my dick quickens as I watch Zara pleasure herself. She stops with the self-control I lack, her lips parting with an expression of pleasure as she slides the lace down her thighs. She comes closer, one foot lifting to rest on my thigh. Her hand trails down her stomach to her clit, then slides a finger inside. This close, her scent surrounds me.
My imagination goes wild as she pleasures herself inches from my face and with the most perfect view. She pumps a delicate finger inside her pussy, the moisture gleaming on her sex and fingers, her sensual moans filling the air. She has filled my head with erotic thoughts of all the ways I want to take her, and now I’m blinded by her with a carnal urge to fuck her senseless.
“Enough,” I snap and pull her down on my lap, devouring her lips. I kiss her with everything I have, desperate to love her and have her, and not only for tonight.
“Get on the bed, Zara,” I demand. “Now.” Her eyes flick over my face and widen with recognition that I’m serious. I walk to my drawer and find multiple ties. When I turn around, her eyes are an inferno of need. “My turn, princess. Place your hands above your head.”
I bind her wrists above her head, loose enough to free herself if she desires and flick another tie over her breasts. She whimpers, and then I trail a hand down her stomach to her pussy, continuing along her inner thigh to her ankle. I give her a look that there is no more pretense—tonight she is mine. I want her, all of her, and I’m done fighting it.
Her beautiful, innocent eyes tug at my heart. Not tonight . I release her ankle, move the tie to her face, and cover her eyes. “Lift your head, Zara.” She does, and I tie it loosely over her eyes. I take a moment to take in her beautiful body splayed before me, her hands remaining above her head as I asked. “You dance beautifully,” I praise, gently pressing my lips to hers. “Are you ready to dance with me?” I ask against her lips.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
“I believe I do.” I kiss her again and again.
Breaking the kiss, I lean back to admire her pussy and run my fingers over her slit, tasting her wetness on each finger. She’s ready, and I groan at her laid out for me. Ready for me. Lifting her ankles, I place each over my shoulders. “Ready, princess?” She nods quickly, and I love how eager she is .
I steady my cock, close my eyes, reveling in the feel of her as I push inside. Fuck, she’s so fucking wet that I slide through the tightness—warm, soft, and perfect. She makes me weak. It’s easy to get lost in her, and when I struggle to hold back, I force myself to slow down to enjoy the moment as long as I can.
Tonight, she owned me like no one has before.
Now it’s my turn. I build fast and fuck her pussy like it’s mine. She cries out when she orgasms, her pussy clenching around my cock, and I curse, not seeing her pretty eyes. I tug the tie off as I pump into her, watching her eyes glaze again. It hits me fast. The world shakes as an orgasm runs through me. I collapse onto her, panting, lost to the brightness blinding me. She pulls her arms out of the ties loosely binding her hands to caress my lower back, her long legs curl around my hips. It’s as though she feels everything I do. How I have never felt more alive than when I’m with her. In her arms, the outside world fades away. She is there right beside me while my breathing slows. The pounding in my chest eases, and I close my eyes, enjoying the stillness, the quiet, and the euphoria filling my body and mind.
Why did I believe I needed more than one woman in my bed to satisfy me?
Zara is all that I need.