by Serena Grey
He started to move his fingers in slow circles, spreading the wet warmth at my core, teasing my clit ever so lightly.
“You’re not eating,” he observed, even though I was sure he knew there was no way I was hungry for food anymore. “Come on,” he urged, “finish your cheese puffs. The chocolate cake has a soft caramel center.” He stroked me harder. “Warm and soft…you’ll love it.”
A moan escaped me. His fingers played me, hitting all the right notes, and I had to bite my lips to keep the evidence of sexual pleasure from showing on my face.
“Good, right?”
“Mhmm.” I nodded. wondering if anybody else could tell what he was doing, if they could see the way my skin had flushed, the way my body moved to meet the sweet ministrations of his fingers.
I took another bite and washed it down with a desperate gulp of my cocktail. Jason was driving me crazy, yet he looked completely calm, like he was doing something as tame as reading a newspaper. How did he do it?
I tried to school my expression, but the pleasure was just too intense. I bit back a moan and looked at Jason with imploring eyes.
He smiled and raised his drink to his lips. “I want you to come,” he said.
“Here?” I bit back another moan.
“Why not?” He slid a finger inside me then drew it out and lavished attention on my clit. “I intend to finish what I started.” He smiled. “Let it go, honey.”
I closed my eyes as my body weakened under his touch. People were talking at their tables, walking around, minding their business. How could they not see that I was going to fucking come at any moment?
“Refill?”
Jason nodded at the waiter, still fingering me while my drink was replaced. The waiter gave me a curious glance, but I barely noticed. I was beyond shame or embarrassment. Jason offered me a napkin, and I mutely wrapped my hand around it even as my vision blurred.
His fingers moved faster, more deliberately, long fingers moving in and out of me, his thumb teasing the little nub of flesh that was close to exploding with pleasure. My hips tightened and my body stiffened, jerking as I came, my cry of release only barely swallowed up by the napkin I held to my lips.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “Oh my God,” I said weakly. My legs were shaking, and my whole body felt…alive.
Jason laughed and lifted his finger to his lips, tasting me as he had promised he would. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you come.”
I exhaled. Fucking hell. “Now everyone here knows how sexy I look when I come.”
He shrugged, speared a cold cut on his plate, and brought it to his lips. “Think about that the next time you decide to leave home without your panties on.”
I bit into the slice of chocolate cake. It was as delicious as Jason had said. “Maybe I’ll do it more often,” I replied. “Maybe I liked knowing that at least one person in this lounge knew exactly what your fingers were doing to me under the table.”
He made a sound like a growl then set down his glass and got to his feet. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
There was no mistaking the intent in his eyes. I considered teasing him about staying to finish my food, but I wouldn’t have put it past him to drag me out of my chair—not that I would have minded. I adjusted my dress and stood, taking his hand.
Outside, his car soon arrived, and we got in. He started to drive. Apart from the gentle hum of the engine, the car was quiet. His long fingers curved around the wheel as he drove—quiet, sexy, focused.
I liked that all of his attention was on getting me home to his apartment so he could take his pleasure and give me mine. I liked how serious he was when it came to the pleasure our bodies created together. It was arousing as hell.
“Your finger game is on point, by the way,” I quipped, breaking the silence.
He laughed softly. “Wait till you see my dick game.”
“I have”—I grinned—“and it’s right there at the top too.”
“Oh Daphne.” He was still laughing softly. “You’re really something else.”
After a few minutes, he turned into the parking lot of his building. The jokes had eased some of the sexual tension, but it was still there, and as we rode up to his floor, the air felt heavy with the expectation of what was coming.
Was it always going to be like this? This raging hunger to feel him inside me again and again until both of us were exhausted? I couldn’t keep my hands off him even if I tried, and I didn’t want to.
“Drink?” he asked once we were inside his spacious apartment.
I shook my head. I was thinking of the last time I was there, the first night I’d spent with him and the sensual weekend that followed. The memories heightened my anticipation.
“So, what do you want to do?”
I laughed. “Why don’t you show me to your bedroom? I think I might have forgotten where it is.”
“Come on,” he said, laughing softly as he led the way. He turned on the lights but kept them at a low, muted intensity.
I approached the bed, and he came up behind me. His nearness made my skin tingle in anticipation. I leaned my head back to rest on his chest and he smoothed his hands over my back. He reached for my zipper and pulled it down, letting my dress fall to the ground. He undid my bra with a flick of his fingers then drew them along my arms, making me tremble.
“Turn around,” he said.
I did as he asked, turning to face him, completely naked.
His eyes darkened as he gazed at my breasts. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I breathed. “I’m glad you think so.”
He traced his fingers over my nipples, and my lips parted. He stopped. “Get on the bed,” he commanded.
“Get undressed,” I replied.
He smiled. “You bet I will.”
I climbed unto the soft bed while he stood looking at me then he walked over to the dresser and touched a remote. Muted music poured into the room.
I raised my brows. “This is romantic.”
“No,” he corrected. “It’s sexy.”
“Okay.” I understood that romance wasn’t something that was included in the kind of relationship we had, but his instant denial rankled somewhat.
He came to the bed and removed his watch, placing it on the nightstand. There was something sexy about watching him do that. There was something hot about everything he did, and I was helpless against his effect on me.
He finally joined me on the bed, gloriously naked, and I was more than ready. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply then let my hands trail down his body. He rolled onto his back and I let my lips trail down over his chest and stomach, licking skin drawn tight by hard muscle before I got to my destination. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him up and down.
He exhaled audibly, and I kept my eyes on his as I lowered my lips to take him fully in my mouth. His chest rose, and he said my name. I sucked him in until he touched the back of my throat then tightened my lips around him and slowly drew my mouth over his full length.
“Jesus,” he muttered breathlessly.
I started stroking him again. “You like?”
In response, he fisted his hand around the base of his cock. “Don’t stop now,” he challenged. “Show me what that dirty mouth can do.”
I obliged. I loved having him in my mouth. I loved the way he licked his lips and said my name along with a whole string of dirty words that made me even wetter. I loved the way his hips flexed when he pushed himself deeper into my mouth.
I flicked my lips over his head of his cock then licked my way down to his balls.
He swore and rose from the bed, gripping me around my waist and lifting me off him. I ended up on my hands and knees with him behind me. His hands circled my hips then pushed down on my back so my head came to rest on the bed and my ass was raised toward him.
He pushed his hand between my legs and spread them wider, palming my wet folds and drawing the moisture all the way to the tight opening between
my cheeks.
His fingers circled the tight ring then he slipped his thumb inside, pushing it in while another finger found its way inside my pussy.
I closed my eyes, surrendering my body to him. I had no inhibitions when it came to Jason, no boundaries.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” he whispered, “in your tight, perfect little asshole.”
The finger in my pussy found a sensitive spot and rubbed. I groaned and pushed my hips into his attentive fingers. “Do it,” I urged.
His fingers slid out of me then he spread my cheeks apart with his hands and lubricated me some more. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper a moment before I felt his cock teasing the entrance, and then he slid slowly inside.
I felt breathless, full and needy. He didn’t move at first. He brought one hand under my belly and started to play with my clit, waiting until my body was jerking with little bursts of pleasure before slowly beginning to move.
The pleasure was maddening. I didn’t know what to do with myself. My fingers gripped the sheets as desperate cries poured out of my lips. It felt so good, so good I couldn’t bear it.
I screamed when I came. It was a wild animal sound that tore from my throat, surprising even me. He pulled out of me as moisture dripped down my thigh and I collapsed weakly on the bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a moment.
“Are you kidding?” I laughed weakly. “Jeez! I can’t feel my legs.”
He chuckled softly and went into the bathroom, returning after disposing of the condom. His cock still hung, heavy and turgid. I felt weak and boneless, but God I still wanted him.
“Come to bed,” I urged.
He got under the covers with me, using a towel to wipe the moisture from my thighs before pulling me into his arms. He lowered his head to my breasts and I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of being so close to him. I almost drifted off, but after a few moments, I dragged my eyes open to find him watching me with something like tenderness in his gaze.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“I was watching you sleep,” he said.
“I’m not asleep,” I whispered back.
He kissed my breasts, and I pulled his face up to mine, kissing him deeply. He leaned his weight on one elbow as I spread my legs under him.
“Daphne.” He breathed my name.
I reached for him, guiding him to the warm, pulsing entrance to my body. He closed his eyes and pushed slowly inside, letting out a moan as my body clenched around him. His movements were slow but firm, just what I needed. He planted kisses on my breasts and my face. Still moving, he twined his fingers with mine, spreading both our arms wide as his hips rocked into me.
It felt perfect. Our bodies were meant to be together, to give pleasure to each other. My breath caught as my pleasure reached its peak and I came again. My eyes locked with his as he also reached his release, our bodies surrendering to each other before we finally drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Five
“I think Jason has a girlfriend,” Amy whispered.
For a minute I wasn’t sure what I’d heard. I could barely hear my thoughts over what sounded like a thunderclap in my head. “What?”
She didn’t notice the effect her words had on me. The club was dark, lit only by strobe lights and the massive displays that had been set up at various points showing the promotional images for Verge, a company Jason financed, which was celebrating 10 million users on their platform by renting out Wild Things for a party.
“I said, I think Jason has a girlfriend.”
We were on an upper gallery, overlooking the dance floor and across from where Jason was standing with the CEO of the company, a twenty-something geeky guy who seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he looked a little out of place. Rico, who co-owned Wild Things with Jason, was also standing with them, along with a couple of other people, one of whom was a tall blonde model I recognized from a few cosmetics campaigns. She was practically rubbing up on Jason.
It isn’t possible, I thought, almost panicking, and then chiding myself for reacting so strongly. We’d spent nearly every night together for the past week. We talked, joked, fucked, and stayed away from talking about what we were, relationship-wise. We had set no rules, and if he suddenly got a girlfriend, he would be well within his rights.
And I would be… I breathed. I would be miserable.
“I heard you,” I told Amy over the music. I still hadn’t come clean to her, and she thought I was spending my nights with some guy. “Why do you think so?” I feigned nonchalance. “Did he say something to you?”
“No!” She laughed. “He wouldn’t, but that blonde has been flirting with him all night, and he’s hardly even looked at her.”
I turned back to look at Jason and realized Amy was right. He couldn’t have looked more uninterested if he tried. He also couldn’t have looked sexier if he tried. There was no way any woman would look at all that goodness and not want a piece—every piece.
As if my thoughts called out to him, he looked across the gallery to where he knew we were standing and his eyes met mine. The look he gave me was full of promise. I smiled weakly and tried to breathe.
The celebrity DJ spun another hit, and down on the dance floor, bodies writhed to the beat. The party was an eclectic mix of computer geeks of both sexes, club regulars, and a whole assortment of guests, like the model who was still trying to get Jason to pay attention to her.
I watched him say something to her then step away, leaving her with the nerdy CEO, who looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. I laughed softly. In a few years, if all went well, she’d be the one who would either not believe her luck or be kicking herself for not being nicer to him.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I told Amy. She waved me off and I made my way through the few people on the gallery and found the ladies room, lingering there to redo my lip gloss before going back outside. I took a step into the corridor, and my heart kicked when I saw Jason waiting for me.
“Hey handsome,” I said, giving him a small smile.
“Hey sexy.”
He looked incredible in a dark jacket and a snowy white shirt. His hair was slicked back, giving him a dangerous look that was completely irresistible. His eyes gleamed darkly in the brightly lit corridor.
He reached for me and touched my hair, tenderly smoothing a runaway strand. “Amy said you were here.”
“Oh.” I smiled, my breath catching at the gentleness in his touch. “She thinks you have a girlfriend.
He raised an eyebrow and started to say something before thinking better of it. “Colin is on his way,” he told me. “I thought we might stay for a while then we could all get dinner someplace quieter.”
“That sounds nice.”
He nodded. We were both quiet. “Want to go back to join the party?” he asked.
I was still wondering what he had been about to say. I studied his face, smiling. “Do you have other plans for me?”
“Maybe.” We walked silently back toward the gallery, but just before we reached it, he opened a door that led out to a small balcony. It was about three floors above ground level, so not that high, but it overlooked a well-kept park, which made it a beautiful location, especially at night.
“I’m not really in the mood for popular music,” he confessed. There was a serious note in his voice, and I found myself wondering again what he had stopped himself from saying.
“Me neither,” I replied. I walked out onto the balcony and leaned on the railings, looking out into the night, then turned around to face him. “It’s nice up here.”
“It is,” he agreed. “I’m selling my stake in the club to Rico,” he told me. “He’s doing a great job running the place, and I have a lot of other things on my plate.”
I knew he did. He ran his investment company and also ran the Wild Card Foundation, where he dedicated some of his time and resources to teaching entrepreneurial youth from diverse backgrounds how to position their budding dreams to get
funding and sponsorship.
He wasn’t just a sexy body, that was for sure. He was an intensely attractive man who was impressive and intriguing in every way.
I thought of the lines of people always waiting to get into the club. “He is doing a great job. You picked the right person to back.”
Jason smiled. “I always do.”
I chuckled, agreeing. “Like in there”—I inclined my head toward the interior of the club—“you mentored that guy through your foundation.”
“Desi?” he said, naming the young CEO, and nodded. “Yeah, and his ideas and presentation turned out so good, I had to compete with other VCs to invest in his company.”
“Well, I’m glad he picked you.” I walked my fingers over his sleeve then frowned and stopped. “What will happen to the name of the club?” I liked it. Wild Things—it made me think of him and me, and how when I was with him, all my inhibitions fell away.
“I own it.” He grinned. “So long as Rico uses it, I’ll get paid.”
“Good for you.” I knew he used his money and considerable advantages conscientiously, which was something else I loved about him.
Loved.
I sighed. I couldn’t run from the realization any longer. I had feelings for him, and they weren’t going to go away, no matter how long I pretended sex was enough.
Once, he’d wanted to be there for me and make sure I was never alone again. I wondered if he still felt that way.
I took his hand. “What were you going to say before?”
His expression was guarded. He shrugged and ran a finger along the length of my lower lip. “When?”
“When I said Amy thinks you have a girlfriend.”
He chuckled and took a step back. “Nothing. I don’t have a girlfriend.” His eyes drifted lazily over me. “What I have is a very sexy, very distracting booty call, which works perfectly for the both of us.”
My breath hitched. I had never imagined that hearing myself described like that by a guy would hurt, but it did, because for the first time in my life, I was with someone I wanted to think of me as so much more than a booty call…the way I’d been thinking of him for a while.