Flawless - Manhattan Knights Series Book One

by Sienna Parks

  “You are exquisite when you come. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

  He brushes my hair from my face and places a soft kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on him, and as I suck his tongue into my mouth, he groans in appreciation. I lie back down on the bed trying to catch my breath, before realizing that I’m completely naked. I move to get under the covers but he stops me.

  “Let me look at you. Don’t be shy. Your body is perfect… fucking flawless.” He holds his arms out, and as I cuddle into him, I feel unsure of what should happen next, but I know I want to please him.

  “What about you?” He’s stroking his fingers up and down my back.

  “What about me?”

  “I want to give you an… ‘O.’ I don’t know what you want, though.” He kisses my forehead, squeezing me tight against his side.

  “Sweets, it’s an orgasm – you can say it out loud. Besides, you just gave me the most immense pleasure. I’m fucking ecstatic right now. Tonight is about you. I don’t expect anything.” He kisses my head. “Are you too tired or would you like a bath in that great big tub?”

  “A bath sounds amazing.”

  “Okay, then. You relax while I get it running.” I crawl under the covers as he disappears into the bathroom. I figure it will take a while to fill up the tub - it’s enormous.

  I must have drifted off, because what seems like seconds later, I’m woken up with him stroking my face. “Come on, sweets, your bath awaits.” He lifts me from the bed, cradled in his arms, I wrap myself around his neck, his chest hair tickling my face.

  As we enter the bathroom I gasp, taking in the sight before me. He’s dimmed the lights, filled the bath with sweet smelling bubbles, and candles surround the edge of the tub. It’s so beautiful; I have a lump in my throat.

  He gently sets me down on my feet and holds my hand as I descend into the sunken tub. The water feels fantastic. I look up at him, his eyes watching my every move. Holding my gaze, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down; his hard length springing free as boxer shorts drop to the floor. Holy… shit. He is huge. I’m pretty sure that will never fit inside me. God, he is beautiful. Masculine, muscled yet lean, and every glorious inch of his body is made for sex. My stomach is doing somersaults at the sight of him standing naked before me.

  He holds my gaze as he lowers himself into the water, the look in his eyes fierce with an emotion I can’t quite place. Before I can say anything, he lifts me, and positions himself at my back before pulling me in between his legs. I lay my head back against his chest and just enjoy the warmth of his arms wrapped around me. Placing small kisses on my shoulder, enjoying my little moans of pleasure - he makes me feel cherished. It’s a lovely feeling, and one I didn’t realize I’ve been missing in my life.

  “Mmm… Lily - a beautiful name for a stunning woman. Is that your mom’s favorite flower?” He continues to kiss my shoulders and up my neck.

  “No. Actually, she named me after her favorite poem by Ted Hughes To Paint a Water Lily. It’s inspired by Monet’s series of water lilies oil paintings. The poet is talking about the artist depicting the beauty of the lily above the surface of the water, but he delves deeper to explore what lies beneath the surface - the creatures and plant life that no one thinks about, because they’re not pretty. I’ve always thought it was quite fitting for me. I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Just that people see what they want to see, and generally don’t look at the bad stuff under the surface. Once you see the crazy, there’s no putting it back in the box, like I told you earlier.”

  His grip tightens around me. “There is nothing bad about you, Lily. Inside or out.”

  “You don’t know me.”

  “I might not know everything about you, but I know you. There is nothing you could tell me about yourself that would make me look at you differently.” His tone becomes almost defensive.

  I turn to face him. “Let’s just agree to disagree and leave it at that.”

  I don’t give him the chance to answer me, instead kissing him with everything I have; pouring all of my insecurities into this one kiss, savoring every touch of this wonderful man’s mouth. I flick my tongue across his lips, taking his sharp intake of breath as an invitation, dipping my tongue into his mouth, gently stroking and exploring him, twisting and tangling together in a perfect dance.

  “I could kiss you forever.” My heart soars at his words, relishing the effect of my touch as he hardens beneath me. I slide my hand down into the water between our bodies, wrapping it around his hard length.

  “Fuck, baby. Calm down or I’ll embarrass myself. You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to please you. Let me.”

  Xander’s large hand grips mine around his base. “Are you sure? Don’t touch me unless you’re certain you won’t regret it tomorrow.”

  My voice betrays my nerves. “I’m sure.”

  He slowly guides my hand up and down the length of him. “God, that feels so good. Keep doing that.” He removes his hand and stretches both arms out over the edge of the tub. I watch as he succumbs, his head falling back to rest on the tiles, eyes closed, his breathing shallow – his cock, hard as steel in the palm of my hand.

  “That’s it… faster.” I do as he asks. The arousal that swells within me just from watching him makes me ache for my own release. I quicken my movements, sweeping my thumb over the head of his cock, eliciting a sexy as hell growl from his chest.

  “Fuck, me. That feels amazing, I’m going to come.” I’m pumping his cock hard and fast with my hand, mesmerized by the look on his face, and suddenly he’s shouting my name.

  “Fuck, Lily… Yes... Fucking Hell!” I feel his orgasm rip through him, pulsing down his impressive length. I have never been so turned on in my life. He grabs my face in his hands and ravishes my mouth with his tongue. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy.” He kisses me after each word. “You’ll be the death of me.”

  His hands move from my hair down onto my breasts, one hand continuing a seductive trail to where I have a growing ache - expertly working me with his fingers until he brings me to a quick and intense orgasm.

  “Your body was made for me. You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours, Xander.” I know in this moment that it’s the truth.

  I’m so exhausted after our exertions in the tub that he has to lift me out, and wrapping me in a towel, he carries me through to the bed, laying me down gently.

  “I’ll be back in a minute, sweets.” He quickly dries off and pulls on his jeans. He disappears from the room and I hear the front door open. Within five minutes he’s back in the bedroom with two bags – I recognize one of them.

  “Okay, don’t get mad at me. I wasn’t assuming anything would happen between us, but I like to be prepared, so I called Addi on Thursday and asked if she would make an overnight bag for you, just in case you wanted to stay here... with me.”

  I know I probably should be mad that he went behind my back, and maybe even for hoping I would spend the night on our first date, but I just can’t be annoyed at him. I believe that he just wanted to take care of me.

  “It’s fine. I’m not mad. Let’s see what she’s packed for me.” I grab the bag and head into the bathroom.

  Of course, she didn’t pack anything comfortable! The bag is filled with sexy lingerie, and a less than practical outfit for tomorrow. Thanks a lot, Addi. I put on a pair of silk panties from the bag, brush my teeth and open the door. I grab Xander’s white shirt off the floor and quickly slip it on.

  “Damn, woman. My shirt has never looked so good. Get your fine ass over here.”

  “Do you mind if I wear it? Addi didn’t pack anything comfortable or practical.”

  “It’s yours.”

  He’s changed out of his jeans into a pair of PJ bottoms, low slung on his hips, showcasing the hallowed V in all its glory! Turning down the covers he looks up, giving me the sweetes
t smile.

  “I won’t bite, sweets. Not unless you ask.”

  I quickly jump into bed, nervous about spending the night with this man. I doubt I’ll I get any sleep. I might have to stay awake just to savor the moment. As soon as he gets into the massive bed, he closes the distance between us, pulling me close. He positions me so my back is to his front and snakes his arm around my waist, kissing my hair.

  “Get some rest.” It feels like the most natural thing in the word to be cocooned in Xander’s arms.

  “Goodnight.” I cuddle in and drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had since I was fifteen years old.

  I wake up in the same position I fell asleep; wrapped in the warm embrace of an incredible man. The only difference is that Xander has slung a leg over mine in his sleep, so even if I wanted to escape, I’m pinned to the bed. Of course, I don’t want to move a muscle. I lie listening to the soft sounds of his even breathing for what seems like hours, enjoying the warmth and connection.

  “Good morning, Miss Tate.” He presses his body against mine and nuzzles at my neck. “I could get used to this. Did you sleep well?”

  “I did, actually. I haven’t slept that well in years. You?” I look at him expectantly.

  “I had a great sleep.” He continues to kiss my neck, his cock pressing against my ass, hardening with each kiss.

  “What would you like to do today? I thought maybe we could grab some breakfast here, take a shower and then do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”

  His voice is rough and sexy. I would literally do anything with him today.

  “I really don’t mind - I’m just happy to spend the day with you.” I’m interrupted by his phone ringing.

  “Shit, I have to take this,” he says, frowning at the screen.

  “Go ahead, I’ll rustle up some breakfast and give you some privacy.”

  When everything’s ready I go in search of Xander and as I walk down the hall, I can’t help but overhear his conversation.

  “What the fuck is she playing at? Find out what she wants David… I get that… I don’t care… fuck… just ask her what it will take to get rid of her and make it happen. I’ll be back tonight. We’ll talk then.”

  I don’t want him to know I overheard his conversation so I creep back toward the kitchen and shout that breakfast is ready. He comes striding out, his hair tousled from running his hands through it. There’s a storm in his eyes; frustration; fear even, and I wonder what’s gotten him so riled. Maybe I don’t want to know.

  “Everything okay?” That gets his attention, and his face softens as he drinks me in.

  “Yes. Just some work stuff to sort out - nothing that can’t wait till Monday. This smells delicious. Is there no end to your talents?” I guess that’s the end of that conversation.

  We eat our breakfast with an uninterrupted view of the sea, watching the waves lap at the shore. With the decision made to visit the marina and grab some lunch, I begin to clear the dishes. He comes up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. His breath soft on my ear.

  “Will you shower with me, Lily?” I turn in his arms, utterly beguiled by his ice-blue gaze.

  He lifts me up and across to the kitchen island and places me on top, parting my legs with his body. He gently caresses my skin with his lips, planting soft kisses every few seconds; his tongue running down the length of my neck and back up to my ear. My breath is shallow and erratic as his lips connect with mine. I can’t stop the groan that his taste elicits. His hand grasps the back of my head as he deepens the kiss, moaning his appreciation into my mouth. He pulls away panting and grabs my waist; throwing me over his shoulder, making his way back to the bedroom. I can’t stop laughing, yelling at him to put me down, but he just smacks my ass.

  “No can do, baby. We’re going for a shower. I can’t take no for an answer.” He doesn’t put me down while he switches on the water and grabs some towels.

  What I’m not expecting is for him to lift me right into the shower, still wearing his shirt. I squeal when he finally puts me down.

  “Oh. Sweets. You’re soaking wet, I better get you out of this shirt.” With a cheeky grin on his face he unbuttons the shirt, pushing it down my arms, letting it slap down onto the tile floor. He quickly removes his pants and kicks our clothes to the corner. We stand still, taking in the sight of each other. He looks glorious standing naked before me; the hot water raining down his body. I want to lick every inch of him.

  “You’re perfect,” I whisper.

  “You said that the day I met you. I can’t believe it’s not even been a week. Somehow you’re a part of me that I didn’t realize I needed.” His eyes roam up and down my body.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” Moving closer, he presses his wet body against mine, his impressive length hardening between us. His hands begin to roam all over my body, leaving behind a trail of fire and desire.

  “I. Want. You. So. Badly.” Kissing me between each word.

  “Can you feel how it would be for us? Tell me you do.” He drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach, nipping and biting from hip to hip, his hands cupping my ass. He grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder, opening me up to his gaze. Running his fingers over my sex. “This is mine. Do you understand?” I’m mesmerized by him, letting myself bask in the sensation of his touch, together with the water beating down on me from above. “Answer me, Miss Tate. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Xander… God… Yes.” His mouth is on me, ravaging me, sucking on my clit. Fucking hell, that feels good. My hips grind into his face, forcing him to take more of me; to work me harder with his tongue. He kisses my clit down through my throbbing folds and with a decisive thrust, his tongue is inside me, thrusting back and forth, circling my entrance. I grab his hair in my hands, holding his mouth to my pussy, grinding harder against him - faster, and faster.

  “Oh God… that feels unbelievable.” The delicious build-up in my core heralds an explosive release.

  He stills his head, letting me set the pace; suckling on my clit. I can’t hold back anymore. Lights flash behind my eyes, electricity shooting through my body, causing my legs to shake.

  “Fuck… Xander.” His name is a litany on my lips. He holds me up as my legs give way, pressing me against the wall taking my mouth with the same passion that he showed my sex.

  “Mine.” The word repeating as he kisses me senseless.

  When I come down from cloud nine, Xander is smiling at me.

  “Let’s get you washed.”

  He squeezes my favorite shower gel into his palms, tenderly washing every inch of me - worshipping my body with his hands. When he’s finished, he reaches for the shampoo and starts massaging it into my scalp. I could go to sleep it’s so relaxing.

  “Rinse.”

  I let the water cascade over my body, washing my insecurities away as I see myself through his eyes. He’s hungry for me, arousal evident in the sparkle of his eyes… and the hard-on between his legs.

  I have a surge of confidence and take control, pressing him against the wall with my hand; letting him know my intentions as my hand grips his growing length while I lower to my knees, my eyes never leaving his.

  “Lily. Are you sure about this?”

  My tongue darts out to flick the head of his cock. “Yes.” flick “I want you in my mouth.”

  I have never seen the attraction with giving a guy head before. It just seemed kind of gross to me. But looking at Xander and his beautiful cock - I’m desperate to taste him, to feel him on my tongue, to hear him groan in ecstasy. I kiss the tip before running my tongue down the length of his shaft to the base, gently cupping his balls in my hand, and as I run my tongue back up to the tip I hear him hiss through clenched teeth.

  “Fuck, baby… that is… fu-ck.” I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him fully into my mouth. Moving my head slowly back and forth, his hands fist in my hair, guiding my pace, holding me where he needs me.

  “God, that is so
good, just like that.” I gradually increase my speed circling his thick shaft with my tongue, sucking him harder.

  “Fuck… I’m close! You need to stop now before I come in your mouth.”

  He tries to pull free, but I don’t stop. I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He thrusts frantically, losing control, and it’s such a turn on seeing him come apart for me. With one last thrust of his hips, he explodes in my mouth, his hot salty come shooting down my throat.

  “Holy shit, Lily… Fucking Hell!”

  Sucking every last drop, I let him rub out the aftershocks of his orgasm. He grabs me into his arms and holds me tight against his chest.

  “Sweets, can I just say, you look even better on your knees than I imagined.

  “Not bad for my first time, I guess.” A chuckle escapes my chest.

  “That was your first blowjob?”

  “I’ve never wanted to before.” I’m suddenly shy.

  “You didn’t have to do that. I wanted to go down on you, doesn’t mean you had to reciprocate.”

  “I wanted to. You… feel really amazing… in my mouth.” I can’t even look at him.

  “How did I get so lucky? A sweet innocent virgin with a naughty streak. You’re every man’s wet dream.” That makes me laugh. We take a few minutes to rinse off and finally make it out of the shower. We need to get dressed otherwise we’ll never leave this beach house. A tempting thought.

  On second inspection, Addi hasn’t messed up my overnight bag completely. There’s a sexy black halter-neck top and a cute pair of black dress shorts. She’s also included my favorite wedge sandals. Okay, Addi, you kinda rock! I get dressed, and apply just enough makeup to show I’ve made an effort. I wouldn’t have chosen this outfit for today, but it’s working for me.

  I make my way into the lounge when I see Xander gazing out the window, hot as hell in dark blue jeans, a black and white baseball T-shirt and a black pair of Cons. Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.

  “Hey, handsome. You ready to hit the marina?” Clasping my arms around his waist, I lean my head against his back.