Big Shot

by Carly Phillips

  Her breathing escalated, and she shamelessly pushed and rubbed her breasts against his hands, silently asking for more. His mouth was more than happy to oblige, and he dipped down, drawing first one taut crest, then the other between his lips, giving them equal treatment. He sucked them so hard and deep she moaned and gripped his hair, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to force him to take more of her, as much as his mouth could handle.

  He scraped his teeth across each sensitive tip, knowing by the shudder that shook her body and the restless shifting of her legs that the sharp twinge had spiraled straight down to her pussy. He soothed her sore nipples with his tongue, leisurely licking each aching bud and reveling in the soft cry of need that made his cock throb and had him sliding a hand between her thighs and along the slick silk fabric of her panties that were soaked all the way through.

  “Wes.” She breathed his name like a prayer, her hips moving against his stroking fingers, seeking a deeper penetration, a firmer friction.

  He wanted her naked. Wanted to see her curves, feel her quiver beneath his mouth and hands, and taste every inch of her skin. Reaching behind her, he tugged the zipper of her dress down, and when the material fell to her hips, he didn’t waste time shoving the outfit all the way down and off. He nearly tore off his shirt as she kicked the dress away, leaving her in just her panties, those sky-high stilettos, and the silky cascade of her wavy hair tumbling over her shoulders.

  Jesus, she was stunning. Gorgeous and sexy and finally his to take.

  Biting her lower lip, she skimmed her fingertips lightly down the center of his bare chest, tracing the rigid groove of muscles bisecting his abs. He gave her a moment to look and touch, to sate her own curiosity about his body, the only opportunity he’d allow before he took total control. He groaned when her palm brazenly cupped his solid erection through his still-damp jeans, when her fingers squeezed him in sheer torture as she unabashedly determined his size and shape more thoroughly than the last time she’d felt him up after spilling beer in his lap.

  She was nearly naked in front of him, and she wasn’t the least bit shy in her nudity, but confident and self-assured, and it was such a huge turn-on to be able to look his fill of her without any self-conscious issues getting in the way. Her generous breasts were perfectly shaped and tipped with pink nipples still hard and tight from him sucking them. While she continued to stroke his denim-clad shaft, he settled his hands around her rib cage and skimmed his thumbs beneath the swells of her breasts, loving the soft intake of her breath and the tantalizing shimmy-shake of her tits as she shivered from his caress.

  He traced the indentation of her waist with his fingers, followed the flare of her rounded hips that were built to withstand a hard, pounding fuck, and trailed around to the soft globes of her ass that were made to cushion a man’s driving thrusts. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, he slid them down a few inches and leaned in close so his chest brushed against her nipples and his lips were near her ear.

  “Is your pussy ready to get well acquainted with my tongue, baby?”

  She turned her head slightly so she could whisper right back into his ear. “Yes, I do believe she’s very ready. Shall I formally introduce the two of you?” Her voice was a husky, playful tease.

  He chuckled. Nope, no timid reserve or sexual hang-ups with this girl, which made the thought of going down on her that much more appealing. “I think I can manage the introductions myself.”

  Shoving her underwear down her thighs, he impatiently followed the flimsy fabric’s descent toward the floor, dropping to his knees in front of her so his tongue could properly greet her pussy. She braced her hands against the counter as he helped her step out of her panties, then he picked up one long, slender leg and draped it over his wide shoulder, giving him a fucking fantastic view of the pouty lips of her sex, spread open to expose her clit and dripping wet with her arousal.

  Ignoring the relentless throb of his dick, he gently bit his way up the inside of her right thigh, nipping at her flesh and making her entire body twitch. He reached the heart of her femininity and tipped his head back to grin up at her. “I think your pussy is very excited to see me.”

  “Kiss her hello,” she urged him oh-so-sweetly. “She likes kisses.”

  He smirked. “Does she now?” Who would have thought his first encounter with Natalie—the woman who’d become his frenemy—would be so filled with humor. And heat. Lots and lots of heat. It was a fucking heady combination.

  She nodded jerkily, her fingers tightening on the edge of the counter as he dipped his head and blew a warm stream of air across her pretty, sensitive flesh. “And licking, petting, and stroking,” she said on a rush of breath.

  “Does she like to be fingered while she’s being kissed?” he asked, dragging two fingers through her drenched slit and pressing the tips to her snug opening.

  Natalie instinctively tilted her hips, angling for a deeper penetration of his fingers, which he wasn’t ready to allow. “She’s pretty much a hussy when it comes to oral sex. She likes it all.”

  He let a wicked smile curve his lips. “The dirtier, the better?”

  The slow slide of his thumb along her clit made her moan. “I’m sure she could be persuaded to try anything once.”

  Oh, fuck me. That was like giving him carte blanche with her gorgeous body and allowing him free rein with all those filthy fantasies he’d been collecting over the years.

  She was breathing anxiously, the needy look in her glazed eyes making him even hungrier to taste her, to give her the pleasure she so desperately wanted. With his gaze locked on hers and his hands gripping her thighs, he leaned in those last few inches and pressed his open mouth between her legs and slowly, leisurely licked his way to her clit. When he pumped two fingers into her tight body, her head fell back as her legs shook, buckled, and threatened to give out on her. She grabbed a fistful of his hair to steady herself, then, realizing the leverage it gave her, she rocked her hips against his mouth, chasing the suctioning swirl of his tongue all the way to a screaming, moaning, trembling orgasm.

  Wes didn’t stop there. He could have and normally did move things along so that his dick got in on the action and he could switch his focus over to his own mindless release. But he honestly couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, that he’d wanted a woman with this much desire, where drawing every last ounce of pleasure from her became his main priority. Never had he spent so much time on his knees going down on a woman and eating her out because he enjoyed it, making her come more than once because he loved the way Natalie tasted, the way she cried out his name and clutched his hair to press his mouth harder against her pussy as she convulsed with a second climax that had her thrashing as though she’d been jolted with a live wire.

  Wes pushed to his feet, wrapping an arm around Natalie’s waist to make sure her legs didn’t give out on her, while his other hand delved into her hair as his lips crashed onto hers in a deep, carnal, sexually charged kiss that was insanely hot. Infinitely deep. When he finally pulled his mouth from hers, she looked flushed and dazed, and for a moment he worried he’d gone too far, too fast.

  Gently releasing her hair, he cupped the side of her face in his hand, using his thumb to tip her head back a bit more so she was looking into his eyes. “Are you okay?” he rasped, wanting to make sure they were still on the same page, that she was aware of where this was headed next. They weren’t going to cross that line without her consent.

  She nodded, a soft smile on her lips. “Yes, I’m better than okay.”

  “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” Oddly relieved by her answer, he slid the hand that was around her waist down to her bare ass, stroking the silky-smooth flesh beneath his palm. He was already anticipating following through on the double dog dare she’d issued for him to spank her. “And after tonight’s debacle, once we take this into the bedroom, I want you to prove just how obedient you can actually be.”

  Curiosity glimmered in his
gaze. “You like your women submissive?”

  Before tonight, he’d always dated women who were easy to handle, who didn’t push his buttons and catered to whatever he wanted and needed, when he wanted or needed it. It kept affairs and flings simple and uncomplicated, and it kept his emotions out of the equation, which was what mattered the most.

  But he couldn’t deny that Natalie’s spirit and fire turned him on. That she didn’t make it easy on him. That she made him work for it and always kept him guessing. Yes, she pushed his buttons, and she’d never be one of those women who tried to do and say all the perceived right things to sway him into a committed relationship. She wasn’t needy or clingy, and submissive was a word he’d never use to describe her.

  “I like my women accommodating,” he said instead, for the sake of their discussion and what he intended to do to her. “Tell me, Minx, are you willing to show me how contrite you are for being such a bad girl tonight?”

  “Yes,” she said without hesitating.

  He didn’t miss the glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, instead of the defiance he was used to encountering with her. Apparently, when it came to sex, she didn’t mind participating in a little role playing and had no issues giving him the control.

  God, could she be any more perfect? At the moment, he didn’t think so.

  He stepped back, offered her his hand, and inclined his head. “Then let’s move this to the bedroom, where we’ll both be more comfortable.”

  Chapter Nine

  Natalie placed her hand in Wes’s and let him lead her to his master bedroom down the hall, a part of her marveling at the fact that she was completely naked—except for the heels he didn’t seem to want her to take off—while to her disappointment he still wore his jeans. But he had a beautiful back . . . wide shoulders and toned muscles that sloped down his spine. She could easily imagine gripping that firm flesh while he drove deep inside of her and marking him with her nails.

  Crazily enough, her softened sex pulsed at the thought, even though he’d already given her two phenomenal orgasms that should have more than satisfied her. But now that Natalie knew how good it felt to have Wes’s mouth between her legs and his tongue doing the most delightfully wicked things to her girly bits, the greedy hussy wanted more. She wanted every dirty, indecent thing that Wes was willing to give her.

  God, when had she become so wanton? She’d never been this uninhibited and shameless with Mitch. But then again, he’d never spontaneously gone down on her in the kitchen before like Wes just had, pleasuring her as if that was his sole reason for being on his knees—to worship her body, her pussy, and get off on watching her come not once but two freakin’ amazing times.

  No, Mitch had never been that adventurous when it came to sex, and she’d accepted their vanilla, lights-off, missionary style of fucking because sex wasn’t everything in a relationship, right? What had been important was that they’d had the same goals for the future—marriage, having a family, creating the kind of life together that her parents had. Or so she’d thought. But maybe his ideals had shifted to include a woman other than Natalie because she’d been so focused on her job, her career, and hadn’t seen the signs of Mitch’s gradual withdrawal from their relationship.

  And once Mitch had left her, Natalie had shut down her desires, which hadn’t been difficult to do at the time. Other than the occasional romp with Liam for a quick orgasm, there had been no other men in her life. Until now. She was about to end her long dry spell with the one guy she’d fantasized about for years but never thought she’d ever bone—her brother’s best friend and her nemesis.

  Despite their attraction, she’d always known that Wes was a player and certified heartbreaker, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted in a guy, especially after being cheated on by Mitch. Then again, it wasn’t as though Wes was asking for a lifetime commitment. Just hot, toe-curling, spine-tingling sex. As Richard had said, this was all about a convenient fling before she thought seriously about dating again. Wes was her transition guy, and she knew better than to have any expectations beyond sex.

  Wes came to a stop at the foot of his huge king-sized bed. Facing her, he gently brushed her hair away from her cheek with his fingers, his gaze studying her features too intently. “You look awfully serious all of a sudden,” he said, more intuitively than she would have given him credit for. “What are you thinking, beautiful?”

  The genuine concern in his tone and his tender touch startled her. Ever since they were kids, they’d always been so competitive, so intent on provoking one another past the point of irritation. Even as adults, that same push-pull behavior had held true, but the fact that he’d sensed her deeper, more troubling thoughts enough to make sure she was okay shed light on him as more than just her business rival. This man’s caring side that he rarely showed anyone was dangerous to her suddenly wildly beating heart.

  All she knew in that moment was that she didn’t want to think about Mitch anymore or her own shortcomings in the relationship that had caused him to stray, to make her feel less of a woman who hadn’t been able to meet his needs. Not when she had a smokin’-hot guy standing right in front of her, more than willing and very capable of making her forget everything but sheer physical bliss.

  She reached out and tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, giving them a playful little tug. “I’m thinking I want your pants off so you’re just as naked as I am.”

  A slow, sinful grin kicked up the corner of his mouth, and if Natalie had still been wearing panties, they would have hit the floor all on their own. “That I can do,” he said, and had them stripped off, along with the rest of his clothing, in less than a minute flat.

  She glanced down his body, taking her time to peruse all his masculine perfection. When she reached his straining erection, her pussy clenched instinctively. Appreciatively. If she’d thought he’d felt huge in her hand just a while ago, without the confinement of denim, he was inches longer and twice as thick.

  She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him in her fist. His skin was hot, his cock hard and smooth against her palm. He pulsed and flexed in her hand, and when a bead of pre-come leaked from the tip, she brushed her thumb over the slit, smearing the silky fluid all over the plump head.

  “Fuck,” he rasped, and grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away, his chest heaving, his eyes smoldering. “That feels too damn good, but I prefer to be buried balls deep inside of your tight pussy when I come.”

  God, this man’s filthy words were like a slow, heated caress right between her legs. Just as potent as his tongue had been against her clit. “I’d prefer that, too.”

  “Good to know we’re on the same page.” He nudged her a few steps backwards, until her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she toppled onto the bed. She came up on her elbows, watching as he strolled to the nightstand, retrieved a condom, and sheathed his cock. When he returned to the foot of the bed again, he met her gaze, his dark and tempting as he stroked his own cock in his hand.

  His eyes traveled from her breasts all the way down to where her legs were slightly parted, giving him a teasing glimpse of her pussy. “You ready to show me how contrite you are for your naughty behavior tonight?”

  She nodded, unable to deny how eager she was to comply with his demands, knowing the end result would mean more pleasure for her. “Yes.”

  He stood a few feet away, and despite not wearing a stitch of clothing, he still managed to exude a commanding, authoritative presence. “I want you facedown on the bed on your knees, with your chest pressing against the mattress and your arms extended straight above your head. I want your ass as high in the air as you can get it, but keep your legs pressed together.”

  She blinked at him in surprise, though something dark, arousing, and forbidden swirled in her belly at the thought of assuming such a porn star position. She’d never done anything so brazen, so indecent, but she should have known that there wasn’t anything about Wes that was vanil
la when it came to sex.

  When she took too long to contemplate his request, he inclined his head and smirked. “Did you misunderstand me?”

  She quickly shook her head. “Umm, no.” She’d heard him just fine.

  “Then do as I ask, now, unless you want to increase your punishment?”

  He seemed so stern, so assertive, and that show of dominance aroused her more than she’d ever thought possible, she realized, as she rolled onto her hands and knees and assumed the explicit position he was not-so-patiently waiting for. She stretched her arms above her head and kept her legs locked together as she raised her bottom as high as it could go, wondering how she could be such a strong, confident, self-assured woman in her daily life yet so willing to acquiesce to this man’s orders in the bedroom.

  But the answer didn’t really matter, not when her body was already buzzing with anticipation, quivering with need.

  With her cheek pressed to the soft, cool comforter and her back arched to accommodate her upturned hips, she closed her eyes as she felt Wes move onto the bed. He knelt behind her, pressing his knees against the outside of hers, pinning them together and preventing her from opening her legs at any time.

  “Jesus, you have such a fine, pretty ass,” he murmured as he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands. “It’s going to look even prettier after I spank it. Are you ready to be disciplined for your actions tonight?”

  Arousal and the slightest trickle of apprehension mingled inside her. “Yes,” she whispered, and braced herself for the unknown.

  “This is for tempting me with that French maid costume,” he said, his voice low and rough as he spanked her right cheek.

  She jerked in shock and moaned into the comforter, and he soothed the sting with a gentle caress of his palm, which was an unexpected and pleasant contrast to the smack he’d just delivered.

  “This one is for giving away several of my poker hands.” Another searing slap landed on her backside, causing her hips to buck against his and his erection to push insistently between her thighs.