Their Virgin Mistress

by Shayla Black

  grind of his hips timed to his moving tongue. She opened to him, softened under him, throwing her arms around his neck and clutching him close. Those pretty lips flowered open under his sensual assault and her tongue came out to shyly brush his.

  Pure fire whipped through his system. He craved her, needed her—and that rankled him. He’d nearly lost her to a thug who’d meant to gut her with that knife. Now, he needed to drag her skirt up and shove his cock deep in order to remind himself she was still warm and alive.

  He fumbled for the zipper at her back and jerked it down. He lacked all his usual grace and nearly ripped the designer gown off in his haste to touch her skin. Now that he was kissing her, giving in to his desire, he wouldn’t tolerate anything between them.

  She gasped as he tugged at the bodice of the dress, freeing her breasts. She raised her hands, covering the plump mounds.

  He stepped back with an arched brow. Was she going to play innocent? “No games, Tori. You either want me or you don’t. If you do, I want to see what you’re offering me. Show me your breasts.”

  She hesitated, biting her lip and breathing hard. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her blue eyes clung to him, almost pleading. But he’d told her what he needed from her—his stare on her body now.

  When she didn’t obey, he almost turned away. His cock practically howled at the notion, but he wouldn’t get on his knees and beg and pledge his devotion. This wasn’t about love. It was about possession. Obsession. He needed to take her once and purge the emotion forever.

  “All right.” Her voice shook. “But if you laugh at me, I’ll kick you in the groin, and right now that looks like it could hurt.”

  Slowly, Tori lowered her hands, revealing her breasts. They weren’t huge, just two perfect handfuls. Creamy ivory skin with pink-tipped nipples teased him. Those hard tips looked like they longed to be sucked and tormented with his teeth and tongue.

  “Why would I laugh?” He sidled closer again. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  A confused little frown flitted across her face. “Earlier, I got the idea that you don’t like me anymore, Oliver. I thought you only wanted me for revenge, though I don’t understand why. I know I shouldn’t have let Callum kiss me any more than I should let you.”

  Let? He wanted to growl at her to try to stop him, but that would make him no better than the bastard who had held a knife to her. “Why are you letting me then? I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than kiss you, Tori.”

  “I want to know how it feels to make love to a man I want. Maybe it’s not smart, but it’s honest.”

  He had to hand it to her. She knew exactly how to manipulate him. Everything about her—from the way her lip trembled to the innocent bat of her lashes—called to his long dormant protective streak. “This isn’t love. It’s sex. If you want love, you should call my brother. I’m sure he’ll play to your fantasy.”

  “Oliver, I know you don’t love me, but please, just promise me one thing.”

  Ah, here it was, the bargaining. He could have her in bed if he would just buy her this or that. He hoped she wouldn’t go too far. He was willing to pay for his pleasure, but he wasn’t going to promise her devotion or shackle himself to her for life. “What?”

  “Be kind to me. I’m leaving anyway, so I’m just asking that you be kind to me for one night. You don’t have to pretend to love me, but can you make believe you like me? The way you did before?”

  He had liked her. Tori was smart and funny, and he felt alive when she entered a room. They’d spent hours going over strategy to fix the company image. She likely didn’t know it, but he’d drawn those meetings out simply because he enjoyed being in a room with her. He’d liked her quite a bit until she’d proven herself to be just another faithless cheat.

  Not all relationships were as bad as his, Oliver knew. Sometimes things didn’t work out, and it wasn’t anyone’s fault. She’d been away from her fiancé for half a year and the bugger had never visited her. Could she be blamed for craving someone’s touch?

  Why was she asking him for the one thing she should always expect from a lover? How had the men in her past treated her? “I do like you. I simply cannot love you, and that’s a very good reason for me to walk away.”

  She released the dress and let it drop to the floor. His breath caught.

  “I don’t need love,” Tori murmured. “I just want to feel something I’ve never felt before. I realized that if that attacker in the lobby killed me, I wouldn’t have left this earth with very many precious memories. I would have lived all these years and experienced nothing joyful that really made me feel alive. I might regret this choice but… Make me feel, Oliver.”

  He needed to feel, too. It had been so long since he’d had a woman soft and giving against him, and after no more than a few kisses with Tori, he had to wonder if he’d ever experienced anything truly real before. Sliding her lush curves against him and delving into her sweet mouth was more visceral than anything he’d ever imagined.

  At the realization, Oliver hesitated. He had the feeling that if he went through with this, if he lost himself in her now, he might never be found again.

  She touched his cheek, fingertips gossamer soft. “Please…”

  He couldn’t refuse her.

  Oliver wrapped his arms around her, drawing her to his body. She was completely naked, utterly vulnerable to him. He kissed her, tongue sweeping deep inside her mouth while he explored the smooth skin of her back with eager palms. He brushed his fingers down the graceful length of her spine, nearly down to that glorious round arse he’d dreamed about.

  His cock nudged her belly, desperate to be free and to feel her. He was dying for her touch.

  He sank his hand into her hair and gently pulled her head back. In the moonlight, her lips looked sweetly bruised by his rough kisses. For a night, he could pretend she was his to do with as he pleased. He intended to indulge to the fullest. “Tori, undress me.”

  With a jerky nod, she raised trembling hands to his tuxedo coat and eased it off his shoulders. The second she touched him, Oliver’s entire body jolted with electric desire. Patience. He forced himself to stand still as she hung the jacket on a nearby rack, then while her pink-tipped fingers worked his tie and unfastened each button down his shirt. She blinked shyly at him as she pushed the shirt off his torso.

  His patience fled. He toed out of his loafers and reached for his belt. The minute his trousers were off he was going to start teaching her exactly how he liked to be pleasured.

  With that thought, Oliver realized this was precisely what he needed. Why should he spend his time alone? Life was about negotiating the best terms of payment, and he could afford Tori Glen. He could train her to cater to his physical needs. In return, he could set her up in a much better flat. Her only job would be to satisfy him sexually.

  He didn’t have to love her. He could put her in a nice, sumptuously appointed box and they would both have what they wanted.

  With unsteady fingers, she pushed aside his hands and unfastened his belt, and an unwanted compassion flitted through him. She’d had a hell of a night. If she needed to slow down and take a breath, he would make sure she did. “Do you need more time, darling? I won’t force you to do anything before you’re ready, but I will ask for what I want. And I want your mouth on me.”

  She tilted her chin up, her eyes widening. “You want a blow job.”

  He chuckled a bit because she whispered the words like a teenager afraid her mother would overhear. “Yes. I want that sweet mouth on my cock. I want your tongue to lick every inch of me.”

  Tori straightened her shoulders. “Maybe I want that, too. Except for you to put your mouth on my…down there.” She frowned, looking like a curious little kitten. “On my...I believe you Brits call it a fanny, though that’s not what it means in America, so I wish you would all stop laughing at me when I talk about a fanny pack.”

  He grinned, drawing her back to him, and he couldn’t remember a woma
n who pleased him more. “I promise not to laugh at your fanny. Why don’t we call it your pussy, darling? We’ll make a deal. You learn how I want you to suck my cock, and I’ll eat your sweet pussy.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded, her fingers back to untangling his belt. “I want to know how both of those feel.”

  Oliver had to hand it to her. Clever manipulation, intimating that he was the only man in the world she could possibly want and that sex with him would be so different. Of course it wasn’t true since he’d caught her on the verge of fucking his younger brother, but he couldn’t bring himself to call her on it. If he did, then he had to leave the fantasy, too, and there would be time enough for that in the morning. Now, he wanted to forget his earlier jealousy and pretend a bit. He liked the world she wove around him. As long as he remembered it wasn’t real, it was safe to indulge.

  Finally, she slipped his belt free, and he could feel his unruly cock nearly thumping against his trousers, desperate to get out. “Be careful with the zip.”

  It would be easier to do it himself, but he liked the idea of her preparing him before she got to her knees and served him.

  With careful fingers, she lowered the zip and shoved his knickers aside. His cock bobbed between them, and the little sound she made soothed his ego.

  Impatiently, he shoved everything off his hips and kicked it aside. “Touch me, Tori.”

  She stared at his cock and petted him softly, reverently. He couldn’t take that.

  Oliver gripped her hand and clamped it around his stalk. “Don’t be gentle. I like it rough. Hold it tight and stroke it like this.”

  He had no idea why she was playing the innocent. From the doorway of the conference room at the hotel earlier, he’d watched her with her legs spread, luxuriating in his brother’s touch and moaning. But suddenly she behaved as if she was so damn inexperienced that he had to explain how to stroke a cock? If this was another ploy of hers, Oliver would give her credit. She was a master.

  Her hands trembled as he demonstrated exactly how he wanted her to handle his erection. She cast her gaze down, watching as he guided her to pump his cock in long passes that had his whole body tightening in anticipation.

  Over and over, he guided her hand over his dick. How long had it been since he’d felt this good? This right? He should be thanking Callum for forcing the issue earlier in the evening. Now he didn’t have to play the gentleman. He could take what he wanted and they could come to a proper arrangement—one that didn’t involve either of his brothers.

  Oliver wasn’t an idiot. He knew Rory fancied himself in love with Tori and had been willing to sacrifice because he’d thought she would bring his oldest brother back to life. How would Rory feel about giving up the woman he loved when he learned Oliver wanted her as a mistress and nothing more? Would that finally break his youngest brother?

  He shoved the guilt aside. After everything he’d been through, the universe owed him and he intended to take it from her. Of course he’d also make certain to drench her in pleasure, but he refused to sit around feeling guilty another second. She’d agreed to be his lover tonight. She’d tossed her ring aside like a piece of garbage.

  She was fair game.

  “Get on your knees. I want your mouth on me.” He helped her to the floor. Seeing her beneath him, her hair flowing around her shoulders, he had to catch his breath. She was so beautiful he could almost buy what she was selling, likely would have had Yasmin not given him such a horrifically useful life lesson. His late wife had actually done him a favor. If not for her, he might have loved Tori with everything he had, and her eventual betrayal would have been worse than Yasmin’s. He’d always kept a tiny part of himself from Yasmin that he doubted he could have managed with Tori. Now he could enjoy her properly, without surrendering his heart.

  “Should I use my hands, too? Or just my mouth?” The husky but sweet sound of her voice made his cock tighten painfully.

  He liked this game of hers. He could pretend she was new to all of this, that she’d saved herself for him. “Grip it like I taught you and lick the head as if it’s something sweet you want to devour.”

  Her soft fingers encased his cock just before her tongue darted out for a taste. A sizzle slid down his spine. He groaned. God, it would be so easy for her to undo him. She swiped her tongue across the head tentatively, as though she wasn’t quite sure what to do but was willing to try. He thrust his hands into her hair to steady himself while he fought the urge to shove his way deep inside her mouth.

  “Like this?” Her tongue fluttered around the head of his dick, and he shuddered. Then she pumped his cock and sucked the tip inside.

  “That’s a perfect start.” He closed his eyes briefly, letting his head roll back as the heat of her mouth flowed over him. “Now take more.”

  She immediately obeyed, opening her mouth to receive another inch of him. She stopped there and worked that bit of flesh, laving it with her affection. Oliver couldn’t stand not to see her lips around his cock for another second. He opened his eyes and looked down, stunned by the sight of her devouring him. Her lush lips moved over his flesh, heating him to the boiling point. Her hand tightened and her mouth moved, his dick disappearing a little more with each pass.

  Without even thinking about it, he gripped her scalp and directed her to take the rhythm he craved. She sucked him hard. The long passes of her mouth soon had him panting with the need to come down her throat. He could do it and still be ready to take her again in no time at all. That’s how much he wanted her. She made him feel like he was bloody sixteen again and ready to rut at the merest hint of sex. He could fuck her all night and wake her in the morning to take his cock again.

  “Harder. Take the rest, Tori. You can do it. Breathe through your nose and let it happen. I’m going to come down that soft throat of yours and you will swallow everything I give you.”

  She nodded around his cock and took another inch, softly growling against his skin. The sensation had him growling right back at her.

  “Oh, yes. You feel so good, darling. I can’t wait. Let me guide you.”

  She seemed to relax under his touch, and he thrust harder into her mouth. She spread her legs a bit wider and balanced herself, taking him deeper and submitting to him. This was what Oliver craved, her perfect willingness in the bedroom. He could see the appeal of the kink Callum had long embraced. He loved the way she looked on her knees in front of him, his cock moving between her lips as her breasts bounced in time.

  His balls drew up, heat flaring across his spine as the head of his cock breached the soft opening at the back of her throat.

  His heart thundered. Dizziness assailed him. Oliver groaned long and low as he let his eyes roll back. Orgasm roared through him. So good. Bloody amazing. Beyond pleasure.

  He thrust past her lips again, forcing every drop out. She took it all, never stiffening or faltering. She just laved and swallowed and blew his mind. Could he ever give her up now that he knew how fucking perfect she felt?

  After a long, dazzling moment, he released the tight grip he had on her hair, groaning again as she licked her way up his shaft and sat back on her heels.

  “Was it good?” She sounded breathy, and when he looked down at her, he saw how flushed her skin was, how aroused she’d become while sucking him off.

  “Very.” He leaned over to kiss her, the faint salty taste of himself on her tongue.

  Yes, she would make a perfect mistress.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Tori could still taste him on her tongue. The act had been a revelation, but then the whole night had been. Getting to her knees in front of Oliver had aroused her more than she’d thought possible. Whenever she’d fantasized about making love, she imagined gentle caresses and warm embraces. Oliver’s touch was nothing like that. He incited a wildfire in her blood. It sizzled under her skin, seeped into her skin, and left her aching.

  He loomed large over her. Even as he softened, he was still a big man.

  Once h
e released her mouth from his hungry kiss, Tori returned to her ministrations. She licked at his cock, loving the taste and the intimacy of the act. She’d never felt as close to a man as she felt to Oliver now. Well…except for the moment she’d shuddered in Callum’s arms and he’d shown her that every pleasure she’d felt before had been nothing compared to the ecstasy he could give her. Being in his arms had been different than the feelings Oliver’s embrace roused, but she’d loved them both the same.

  Tori sucked Oliver’s cock and wished Callum were here. And she ached at the thought of Rory’s intent stare directed on her as she pleased the others before she turned her attention on him. She could imagine moving between the three of them, giving them all her devotion because she loved them. Choosing just one of them was impossible when she yearned for them all.

  It wouldn’t happen. She’d seen plainly that they would never share her. Tonight would be all she had of the Thurston-Hughes brothers. She would leave with her sister tomorrow and try to forget them.

  She wished she’d kissed Rory just once.

  “Stand up.” Oliver commanded, dragging her from that fantasy.

  Oliver assisted her up, helping to steady her wobbly legs.