“I agree.” She’s smiling. I can feel the curve of her mouth when I kiss her cheek, and then she’s angling her face closer to mine, so that our lips brush once. Again. And again.
She turns completely around to face me, her arms going around my neck, and mine going around her waist. I press her into the balcony, kissing her deeply, stroking my tongue against hers. It’s cold outside, I can feel her start to shiver, but I don’t think it’s because of the weather.
I think it’s because of me. Us. The way this woman reacts to my touch—it’s empowering. She lets me be bold. I say and do whatever the hell I want when I’m with her, and she seems to enjoy it.
That’s powerful too.
“Let’s go inside,” I tell her after a few minutes of kissing. Knowing this woman, if we stay out here any longer, she’ll try to get me to fuck her outside, and I don’t want that.
Not tonight.
She nods in agreement and I take her hand, leading her back into my apartment and straight to my bedroom. Without hesitation I reach for her, pulling her back into my arms and she comes willingly, a little moan escaping her when I ignore her mouth and kiss her neck instead. Her skin is warm and fragrant and I press my lips against her throbbing pulse, licking the spot. A shiver streaks through her and I reach for the front of her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons.
“Wait.” She steps away from me and I blink open my eyes, staring at her curiously. Worry hits me right in the chest.
Kelsey’s not going to stop this moment…is she?
Of course not. I shouldn’t have worried. Instead, she undoes the buttons on her blouse herself, shrugging out of it and letting the shirt fall to the floor. She stands before me in just her black bra and pants, a siren calling to me, making me hard. Making me want more.
And by the little smirk curving her luscious lips, she knows it.
Her hands rest at the front of her pants for barely a second before she undoes the button. Slides down the zipper. Slips out of her shoes before she lets her pants fall at her feet, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
Her panties are black and miniscule. They leave nothing to the imagination. My dick strains against my trousers and her gaze drops to that exact spot, her eyes flaring with heat.
“Do you want me to continue?” she asks, her voice husky soft.
“I thought I would get the pleasure of undressing you.” My own voice is rough. Gravelly. I don’t sound like myself.
Right now, I don’t necessarily feel like myself either. I curl my hands into fists at my sides, suddenly desperate to touch her. Suck on those pretty nipples that are poking against the thin fabric of her bra. Stroke her beneath the panties. Watch her eyes dilate when I brush my fingers against her clit. Hear that catch in her breath when I slip my fingers deep inside her.
I don’t do any of that, though. Instead, I wait to hear what she’ll say next.
She’s smiling, letting her hand drift across her flat stomach. Her fingers wander up to trace the valley of her cleavage. “I wanted the pleasure of undressing myself tonight.”
I don’t stop her, and she takes my silence as permission to continue. She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra, letting the straps fall down her arms slowly, until she’s shrugging out of it and the whisp of fabric falls away. She cups her full breasts in her hands, her thumbs streaking across her erect nipples, teasing them.
Without thought I start to shrug out of my suit jacket, eager to be as naked as she is.
“No!” Her voice rings out, sharp and firm, and I pause in my actions, my jacket hanging halfway off my arms. “Please. It’s just—”
She goes quiet.
“It’s just what?” I ask, shrugging the jacket back on.
“I thought it would be really hot if I was totally naked while you remain completely clothed.” She smiles, and it’s sweet. Which is a complete contradiction considering she’s standing before me like my every sexual fantasy come to life.
“You want me to keep my clothes on?” I ask.
Kelsey nods.
“Eventually I’m going to take them off.” I say it as a warning.
“I know. I want you to. It’s just, for now, keep everything on.” Her smile turns wicked. “I have a plan.”
“What’s your plan?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise. Just—watch me.”
I do as she requests, watching as she walks around to the side of the bed and turns on the lamp there, bathing the room in a gentle glow. She reaches for the waistband of her panties and shucks them off in one smooth movement, tossing them aside, and now she’s naked.
Beautiful.
Breathtaking.
“Maybe you should sit over there.” She points at a nearby chair that rests beneath the window, and I go to it, settling in. It’s the perfect spot for me to observe her as she climbs onto the bed, lying on her back, her head propped up on the pillows. She bends her legs at the knees, her feet flat on the mattress, and she slowly spreads her thighs.
Giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy.
“Do you like watching me, Theo?” she asks, her hand wandering once again. She slides those elegant fingers across her stomach. Lower. Settles them over the light patch of dark pubic hair, before her pinky dips down and she barely touches herself.
“I like just about everything you do,” I tell her truthfully, my gaze locked on her hand.
“I’ve never done this for a man before,” she confesses, her fingers sliding down even farther, until she’s completely cupping herself.
“Touch yourself?” I arch a brow.
She nods, curling her fingers into a semi-fist, until it’s only her index finger that’s extended. She slides that finger through her folds, searching. Teasing. “It’s very—” She brushes her fingertip against her clit and sucks in a sharp breath. “Arousing.”
She’s wet. I can see her glistening flesh, and when that index finger disappears inside her body, I groan. She’s fucking torturing me.
And I think she’s enjoying it.
“This feels good,” she admits, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment. “But not as good as your cock would.”
I grip the armrests, my fingers curled so tight my knuckles are white. “You should let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” She inserts another finger and starts to fuck herself. In and out those fingers move, and now they’re glistening from her juices. She lifts her hips and leans back, her eyes sliding closed.
My body grows taut. My muscles are fucking trembling from restraint. I want her so damn bad, but I remain where I’m at, eager to see what she’ll do next.
And she doesn’t disappoint.
Kelsey withdraws her fingers from her body and starts drawing circles on her clit. Tighter and tighter. Faster and faster. She’s trying to get herself off, and quick—and I realize I don’t want this to end so fast.
“I love knowing you’re watching me do this,” she admits, her voice low. “I love knowing that you want to touch me so badly, you’re squeezing the armrests on the chair extra hard.” A pause. “I bet your cock is extra hard too.”
“Come over here and find out,” I demand.
“Hold on.” She bucks her hips. Her fingers are frantic now, as are her breaths. Those busy fingers slip over her flesh and she’s panting, reaching for her peak as her toes curl into the mattress in preparation.
The shaking comes out of nowhere when the orgasm hits her. I watch in mute fascination as she writhes about on my bed, her fingers still working her clit, the juicy sounds along with our ragged breaths the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. She lies there for a moment, her gaze on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling rapidly before she sits up, pushing her hair out of her eyes when she swings her legs over the side of the bed.
“Come here,” I say to her, and she flashes me a look, rising to her feet. She does exactly as I demand, making her way toward me, her hips swinging. Her breasts swaying.
/> Without hesitation, she climbs right on top of me, straddling my hips, her knees bent, her wet pussy pressed against my groin. She rests her arms on my shoulders, her face in mine, and I drink her in, mesmerized by her glowing-with-sweat skin. Intoxicated by the musky smell of her.
“I want to mess your suit up.” She grinds herself against me, dampening the fabric. “I want you to see the stains on your clothes tomorrow and know I’m the one who marked you.”
“Territorial?” I rest my hands lightly on her flaring hips, and she dodges away from my touch.
“Just don’t want you to forget about me,” she says with a smile.
As if I could.
I grip the back of her neck and pull her down for a hungry kiss. She returns it, her tongue sliding against mine in time with her grinding body. She keeps dragging her pussy across my erection. Back and forth, again and again. Like she’s trying to get me off.
Trying to get herself off.
I slide my other hand across the smooth skin of her ass, reaching between her legs to stroke her. She moans into my mouth when I insert my fingers inside all that wet, tight heat.
“Feels so good,” she whispers against my lips as she starts to ride my hand in earnest. “I love the way you touch me.”
I stroke her. Tease her. Gather up all that moisture and rub her clit. Fast. Slow. I pull away so I can see her face to find she’s already watching me. Our gazes lock, and I remove my hand from between her thighs, circling my wet finger around one nipple. Then the other.
She tears her gaze from mine and tilts her head down, her teeth catching her lower lip. I lean in and dart my tongue out, licking her left nipple. Then her right. Her thigh muscles draw tight and her fingers curl around my shoulders, gripping me when I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck it deep.
We continue the tease for long minutes. Me still full dressed and sweating like a motherfucker while I lick and suck her nipples. Tease her pussy with my fingers. I want to taste her. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping, and I’m about ready to bust through my pants, I’m so fucking hard.
I just want to sink inside her and lose myself, but she’s determined to put me through this exquisite torture first. So I play her game and do my damnedest to drive her out of her mind.
“Put your knees on the chair arms,” I tell her at one point, and she frowns, looking around. “Do it.”
It’s a demand, not a question, and she rises up, pressing her left knee on one armrest, her right knee on the other, which spreads her wide open and directly in front of me.
Cupping her ass cheeks, I slide down a little, my neck protesting, but fuck it. I want her.
And this is the perfect angle for me to do this.
Eighteen
Kelsey
I watch in quiet fascination as Theo slides down the chair, wincing with the movement but otherwise, not saying a word. His large hands cup my backside, his fingers sliding along my crack in a wicked tease, and he lifts me up and lowers his head simultaneously, his mouth making contact with my pussy for the very first time.
And oh God, it feels so incredibly good. And dirty. Even a little—wrong. But in the absolute best way. His gaze never leaves mine as he licks me. Sucks my clit between his lips. My legs are trembling with exertion considering the position I’m currently locked in, but I don’t care. All I can concentrate on is the sensation of Theo’s mouth eagerly working me over. Those big hands squeezing my ass. His tongue lapping at my clit.
A moan leaves me and I close my eyes.
He stops. Completely. My eyes fly open and only then does he continue, and I realize he wants me to watch him. I can’t lose myself in the sensations, absorb the way his tongue and mouth work me over. I must observe. Drink in all that intensity and never look away. This is such a vulnerable moment for me. I’ve never watched a man do this so closely before. It’s overwhelming. Intimate.
Exciting.
“You like this?” he asks when he pulls away, his lips shiny from my juices.
I nod, unable to find my voice.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. Hell no, I don’t want him to stop.
“I’m going to make you come,” he murmurs against me. I feel his finger slide around, teasing my entrance, and a whimper escapes. “You’re close. You know how I can tell?”
No. I don’t know. Enlighten me please, sir.
I shake my head in answer since he can’t read my mind.
“Your clit starts to swell.” He licks it. Sucks it between his lips noisily before he releases it. “And I can feel you clenching. As if you want something inside you.” He teases my entry again, just before he plunges two fingers deep within me, turning his hand so he can curl them upwards, bumping against something that has me immediately seeing stars.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he commands, and I struggle to keep them open. My entire lower body feels like it’s on fire. Tense and preparing for the orgasm that’s ready to rip through me. My breaths become shallow as he thrusts those talented fingers inside me, his mouth on my flesh once more, my gaze captured by his. He pulls away to murmur, “Touch yourself. Your tits.”
I grab hold of one and squeeze it. Pinch my nipple. Oh my God, that feels good. His fingers withdraw from my body, lightly tracing the skin between my pussy and my ass. Forbidden territory—no one’s ever touched me on purpose there before, and holy shit, it feels amazing.
“Someday, if you’ll let me…” His voice drifts, and I know what he’s asking. Yes, I’ve had other men ask me that before, but I’ve never wanted it. Always changed the subject or knew deep down I’d never be with the guy long enough that we’d eventually get around to that.
Plus, I don’t trust anyone enough to try anal with them.
I trust Theo, though.
“Yes,” I whisper, and that pleases him, I can tell. He attacks my pussy with gusto, his fingers inside me once more, his mouth basically gobbling me alive. I lift my hips, my thighs numb from being in the same position for so long, my lower body straining against Theo’s seeking mouth when the orgasm slams into me.
He grips me close, his chin smashed against my flesh, his tongue flicking rapidly against my clit throughout the entirety of my orgasm. Until I’m begging him to stop and trying to shift my hips away from his devilish mouth.
God, that was so intense. I can’t catch my breath.
As if Theo realizes I’m completely overcome, he tugs me down and sits up at the same time, so I’m cradled in his lap, in his arms. I cling to him, my face buried against his chest, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne. He’s warm and solid and he holds me tight, his mouth against my forehead, one hand trailing up and down my back. He calms me, sets me back to rights, and once I’m breathing normally and not shivering as much, he leans back so we can look at each other.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, grateful he asked. “That was just…”
“Intense?”
Another nod from me. “But good.”
So, so good. The best I’ve ever had.
I can’t tell him that, though. My admission would let him know how much power he has over me, and for once I want to tell someone. I want to be open and honest, and confess my feelings.
He contemplates me, his face so close, giving me ample opportunity to ogle him. This calm, composed man knows exactly how to make me fall completely apart, and it’s staggering to realize. He breaks down my barriers like no other. I don’t understand the hold he has on me, but…
For once, I don’t mind. This sort of thing normally scares me to death. Not with Theo, though.
Reaching out, he brushes strands of wild hair out of my eyes, his gaze roving over my face as if he too is taking the opportunity to blatantly study me in amazement. The air becomes thick between us, and I worry the moment could turn too heavy.
I decide to switch it up.
“We have a problem,” I tell him solemnly.
He frowns, his dark brows p
inching together. “What is it?”
“I’m naked.” I gesture toward him. “And you’re still fully clothed.”
The slow grin that appears on his face makes everything inside of me clench up tight. It immediately disappears, and he touches me, his knuckles feather-light as they brush against my nipple. “We need to rectify that.”
“I know.” I settle my hand on his lap, curling my fingers around his erection. “It’s an issue that needs to be taken care of immediately.”
Theo chuckles, and it makes me happy. Worse, my heart soars, like maybe I’m in love with him or something crazy like that.
Nope, no falling in love for me. This will end badly if I do. He’s my friend who’s turned into my fuck buddy. Nothing more, nothing less.
Right?
“Come on.” He drops a kiss on my lips, and I can taste myself. He deepens the kiss, his hand cupping my cheek, his other hand wrapped around my waist, locking me in place. I keep my hand on his erection, wishing he were naked right now, so I could climb on top of him and we could have sex right here in this chair.
Instead, he grabs hold of me and takes me with him when he stands. I can’t stop the shriek that leaves me, I’m so startled, and when he carries me over to the bed and deposits me on the mattress, I tell him, “I didn’t realize you were that strong.”
“I’m full of surprises,” he says with a smirk as he shrugs out of his jacket.
I’ll say is how I want to answer, but I remain quiet, enjoying him stripping off all of his clothes, item by item. The jacket is gone. Then the tie. He removes his shirt, and that takes a while, which makes him frustrated, and makes me giggle.
Next is the belt, which falls onto the floor with a clank. He takes off his shoes, and slips out of his pants, his cock tenting the front of his boxers and tempting me to reach for it.
But I don’t.
Finally, the boxers are gone, and he stands before me completely naked. My gaze lingers on his body, admiring how comfortable he is without a stitch of clothing on, in front of me. Most men don’t have hang ups about nudity like a lot of us women do.
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