by Cat Johnson
He did as she requested, widening his legs at the same time to give her plenty of room. He’d do anything she wanted, as long as she wrapped that hot mouth around him again.
Mesmerized, he watched her slide one finger between her lips. The woman knew how to tease. The move ramped up his need to a whole other level.
After pulling the finger out of her mouth ever so slowly, she smiled. She reached for him, running that finger over the oh-so-sensitive head of his cock.
The mind was a powerful thing. His imagination had his body already reacting. He saw he was already slick with pre-come and she’d barely touched him.
CeCe ran her finger down his length and continued lower. He let his eyes drift shut. It was torture, but the best kind. She palmed the weight of his balls in one hand while teasing him with that single finger. She moved her hand beneath him and continued even lower.
Too low.
He jumped, opening his eyes as she reached a spot he didn’t think she needed to be touching. Thinking that maybe it was an accident, he pulled his pelvis away from her hand, pressing harder into the mattress, trying to get out of range of her probing finger. With his hands tied, there wasn’t much more he could do besides kick her in the face, and he wasn’t panicked enough to do that.
“Stay still.” She moved with him. Keeping her finger right where it was in spite of his efforts she circled his tight hole.
Clenching both his butt and his jaw, he asked, “What are you doing?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
There was a beautiful naked woman touching him. Theoretically, he should let her do whatever the hell she wanted. But this…this was an area he had no experience in, and he wasn’t sure he wanted any.
He tried to reason this out and keep himself calm. If all she continued to do was this unwelcome but not entirely unpleasant massage, he could deal with it.
“Relax.”
Easy for her to say.
Trying to keep from looking like a nervous boy, he decided to make a joke. “Maybe there’s something you could do to help me relax.”
She smiled. “Maybe there is.”
CeCe leaned down and then the heat of her mouth, which he remembered so well from the limo, surrounded him. He let out a breath tinged with a moan.
Closing his eyes, he pressed his head back into the pillow and settled in for an amazing ride. She worked him with her mouth with long slow strokes. Tantalizing him until he started to enjoy the combination of her mouth and her touch. He should have trusted her from the beginning. From what he could tell, she knew how to please a man. She should. She must have had lots of practice. After all, she’d been married for decades.
Just the tip of her finger poked inside him. Very happy to be buried deep in her mouth, he breathed through the panic. The gentle probing in time with the stroke of the mouth covering him set a rhythm he got used to quickly enough.
As disturbing as the invasion was, he wasn’t a man who got blowjobs often enough to even think of stopping her during this one. Her obsession with his ass aside, the woman was amazingly good at what she was doing to his cock.
He felt her push her finger deeper, slow but with enough pressure he knew she wasn’t stopping.
“CeCe.” He yanked his hips up to get away from the finger that felt as if it was completely inside him.
“Trust me. Just relax.”
There was no way he could do either of those things. She wasn’t even sucking him off now. She’d abandoned that in favor of concentrating all of her energy on invading his body with more enthusiasm than before.
“CeCe, please—” His plea was cut off as she hit a spot with her finger that sent a near electrical charge through him.
She smiled and lowered her mouth over him again. Aaron groaned from the combination of the two sensations, bowing his spine off the bed. She stroked up and down, using hand and mouth until he was straining against the scarves binding him to the headboard.
It wasn’t long before he felt his body tightening, getting closer to release. CeCe lifted her head. His cock popped out of her mouth, standing straight up on its own.
The steady press and release of her finger inside him didn’t stop. Neither did the tingling building within him as he came closer to losing control.
She gripped his shaft with one hand and continued to work him inside with the other. “Now, don’t you dare come.”
He opened his eyes wide at her order. There was no way he could hold back now. He opened his mouth to tell her but all that came out was a groan. The orgasm broke over him. Helpless to stop it, he watched each spurt arc into the air in time with every press of her finger.
The pleasure went on forever. At least, that’s what it felt like. Even after she’d drained him of all he had, he continued to come. Dry pulses that left him weak and breathless, until he was gasping. Boneless.
When his body could take no more and he shrunk to a shadow of his former self in her hand, she stopped the torturous pleasure.
He hissed in a breath as she yanked her finger out of him too fast. Things were tender down there. As happy as he was that she was finally done, he’d wanted her to be slow and gentle while taking it out. She wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to complain. Not while his hands were still tied and she was still so obviously in control of things. Delicate things.
“I bet the girls you’re used to don’t make you feel like that. Do they?” Her hand remained on his slack cock as she talked. If she was hoping for him to get hard after that, she was going to have to wait a while. And get him some water so he could rehydrate.
“Nope.” He could honestly say not another living soul had ever had him in this position in his life. Even if it wasn’t true, there was no way he was telling CeCe that now. His family jewels were at her mercy.
Looking satisfied, she finally released her hold on him and sat up on her knees.
She smiled. “You are absolutely adorable.”
“Thanks. You, uh, going to undo these?” He glanced at the scarves holding his arms hostage and making his hands go numb.
“Eventually.” Still straddling him, CeCe moved farther up his body until she was sitting on his chest.
He felt the heat between her thighs against his skin, but it wasn’t enough to get him aroused again so soon. If that was what she was hoping for, she was out of luck. He had to tilt his head back to look up at her face.
“So how are you with your mouth?” she asked.
His eyes popped wide as he realized what she was asking. “Uh, pretty good. I guess.”
“Excellent.” Grabbing the headboard, CeCe rose above him, and then he was no longer looking at her face.
She lowered herself over his mouth and Aaron began to realize it didn’t matter to her whether he could get hard again right away or not. She obviously had other plans.
Chapter Eleven
Jill pulled off her glasses and rubbed a hand over her closed lids.
Her eyes hurt. She’d opted for her glasses rather than her contact lenses, but even so, staring at tiny thumbnails of photos on her computer screen for the past couple of hours was starting to get to her.
It was the only way to quickly scroll through them all. She had to choose which ones would go on the company blog and which would be in the email newsletter. There were some others she’d post on the company’s social media pages. Then there were the few unflattering shots where CeCe looked bad. There weren’t many, but those that did exist had to be deleted before CeCe saw them or Jill would have to hear about it.
Jill sighed and put her glasses back on. Damn. She needed coffee. She needed more sleep too, but she wanted to get this done before CeCe woke up. Not that she had to rush. The woman could easily sleep until noon.
What Jill really needed was some pain reliever to kill the dull ache in her head caused by too much beer, too little food an
d the ill-advised rounds of shots at the bar last night.
She stood and moved to the door that connected her room to the living area of CeCe’s suite. There hadn’t been any noise coming out of the suite this morning, so she must be still sleeping. There was no reason to suffer with the tiny coffee maker and powdered creamer in her own room when CeCe had a stocked fridge and a full-sized coffee maker.
The lure of fresh coffee and real cream gave Jill the incentive to brave pushing the door open. She peered through the crack along the doorframe. The coast was clear, so she moved into the room, padding softly to the kitchen area.
Hell, CeCe would be pissed if she didn’t have a pot of coffee ready for her whenever she woke, so Jill really did have a good excuse to be there, even if it was for herself.
As silently as possible, she filled the filter with grounds and the carafe with water. A push of a button and blessed hot coffee was on the way.
As the coffee brewed, Jill opened the fridge. While she reached for the cream, she spotted the English muffins on the shelf and below them the melon and fresh berries.
Darn it. Now she was really hungry.
She grabbed the container of cream and a strawberry, deciding to make do with that. She could always order room service and have a real breakfast delivered to her own room. Eggs Benedict would be darn good right about now, and the perfect way to soothe her still tired and hung over body.
Jill was just popping the strawberry into her mouth while elbowing the door shut when she turned and smothered a scream.
Aaron, looking half asleep, not to mention almost naked, held up his hands. “Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t realize you were here.”
She pulled the strawberry back out of her mouth. “No, it’s my fault. I didn’t realize you were here.”
Or rather still here, because Jill had been pretty certain when they’d found Aaron’s truck abandoned at the arena that CeCe had dragged him back with her. She just hadn’t thought CeCe would have kept him there all night.
“I don’t have my truck. I couldn’t leave. I called Garret last night but it was late and—”
“He was too drunk to come get you.” Jill nodded. Yeah, that first round of shots had been her doing. So had the second one. She’d gotten pretty loose with the company credit card last night if she remembered correctly. Of course, drinks in that place had been so ridiculously cheap she hadn’t done all that much damage. Even after she’d paid for the taxi to take her from the bar to the hotel.
“Yeah, he was pretty drunk. Chase too.” Aaron frowned. “How do you know?”
That’s what he was worried about? How she knew his friends had been drunk? He should probably be more concerned that he was standing in front of her in nothing but navy blue briefs that didn’t hide a whole lot of anything.
Worse, Jill hadn’t had sex with a man in so long she wasn’t at all offended at the state of undress. In fact, she was more interested in catching a glimpse of the tantalizing outline within those briefs. Was that a raging morning hard-on he was sporting or was the man just naturally that big?
She yanked her eyes and her mind off Aaron’s assets and tried to remember the question. “Um, I was out with them last night at the bar.”
He lifted dark brows above eyes such a deep blue they were almost violet. “You were?”
“Uh huh. I was.”
She had to turn away, because his bare chest was starting to make her needy and waking up body parts she would rather remain in hibernation. If this man was going to be CeCe’s boy toy of choice for the duration of their stay, it was pointless for Jill to fantasize about what it would feel like to run her hands over those rock-hard abs. Or tangle her fingers in that dark hair of his while he looked up at her with those incredible eyes from between her legs as he—
Grabbing the coffee carafe, she turned toward him.
“Coffee?” Jill cleared her throat of the husky, sex-fantasy tone she heard in it.
“Yeah, eventually. Is there any cold water? I’m really thirsty and the water out of the bathroom tap tastes like crap.”
“There’s a whole case of bottles in the fridge.” Jill should know. She had to buy them and put them there or endure CeCe’s bitching.
“Thanks.”
The sound of the refrigerator door opening had Jill pausing as she poured her coffee, long enough to glance over her shoulder and get a look at the muscles of his broad back that narrowed in a V at his waist.
Then there were those tight ass cheeks beneath the soft navy cotton. Damn. She forced her attention back to getting the hot coffee into the cup before she spilled it.
Frigging CeCe. How selfish was she, grabbing him all for herself? Aaron was half CeCe’s age. She should be looking for her next husband, not scooping up one of the few single riders on the tour—not to mention the hottest one—and holding him hostage in her hotel.
“You know, you could have called the limo to take you to your truck anytime.”
Of course, maybe he hadn’t wanted to leave all that badly. He’d called his friends, yes, but the disheveled state of his hair and the sleep-deprived look on his face told Jill he’d been busy doing something all night long. And most likely not sleeping.
He drew his brows low. “I didn’t realize I could do that.”
“Yup. The front desk or the concierge would have called the car for you. The driver’s on call twenty-four hours a day.” CeCe wouldn’t have had it any other way. When Jill glanced up from stirring cream and sugar into her coffee, she noticed Aaron’s cheeks looking flushed.
He finally shot her a glance. “I’m not sure I want to see him again. The limo driver, I mean.”
Jill lifted her brows. “Oh.”
Nothing left to say to that. Not a surprise really that she would have started the amorous activities in the limo. CeCe was an exhibitionist, to say the least. Jill would have to remember to give the driver an extra big tip for having to endure whatever CeCe had put him through. Maybe it would help keep the man’s mouth shut about whatever he’d seen or heard.
With a definite lag in the conversation and nothing better to do, Jill reached for the strawberry she’d abandoned on the counter and took a bite. Aaron’s eyes tracked the motion, remaining on her mouth.
Realizing she was being rude, Jill struggled to chew and swallow fast. “I’m sorry. Are you hungry? There’s food.” She motioned toward the fridge.
“Any eggs and bacon in there?” he asked.
“No, sorry. Fruit? English muffin?” The expression on Aaron’s face as he wrinkled his nose in distaste had Jill laughing. “You can order room service if you want.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t feel right.”
It seemed Aaron wasn’t interested in CeCe because of her money, or he would be ordering Cristal and caviar and charging it to the room account. Still, CeCe couldn’t bring her boy toys home with her, strand them with no ride and not feed them.
“It’s not a problem.” When he still looked hesitant, Jill added, “I was about to call down and order something for myself.”
That appeared to pique his interest. “Really?”
“Yup.” Jill nodded. “Want to take a look at the breakfast menu?”
“A’ight. As long as you’re fixin’ to order anyway.”
Where she currently lived didn’t provide much opportunity for hearing colorful language such as fixin’.
Smiling at his turn of phrase, she reassured him. “I am.” Jill was about to head for the desk where she’d seen a menu when they’d checked in but paused and glanced back. “You might want to put on some clothes though.”
He glanced down as if realizing for the first time his lack of clothing. “Jeez. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all right.” Jill wasn’t complaining.
His dark-colored briefs covered him, even if they did hint—quite strongly—at what lay beneath. T
he rest of him, all that exposed skin, was smooth and near perfect, save for a few bruises. But having seen him ride and fall last night, the discolorations only added to his appeal in Jill’s mind. They were the marks of a champion, and he’d worked hard to get them.
With his lean muscles and hard body, Aaron was nearly underwear-model perfect…and Jill was very sure CeCe would not take kindly to finding her hookup in this state of undress with an employee half her age.
He hooked a thumb toward the bedroom door. “I didn’t want to wake her before, but I’ll just go grab my clothes.”
CeCe slept like the dead, so Jill wasn’t worried. “I’ll get that menu while you do.”
“A’ight.” He planted the bottle of water on the counter and turned toward the bedroom, treating Jill to another look at the rear view.
At least there weren’t any scratch marks on his back from CeCe’s talons. Jill could happily live without seeing that. Knowing her boss had spent the whole night in bed with this incredible cowboy specimen was one thing. Seeing the physical evidence was another.
She sighed. One day her prince would come. Or billionaire. Or bull rider. Jill wasn’t picky. It still seemed unfair that CeCe had already had two out of the three. Hell, Jill didn’t know all that much about CeCe’s past. Maybe she was three for three.
Jill wouldn’t put it past CeCe to have scooped a prince at one time or another. Maybe during her modeling career. All that jet-setting through Europe had to make for some interesting encounters with nobility.
Envy. One of the seven deadly sins, the most pointless of all human emotions, and Jill had it bad. She couldn’t help it. Especially when Aaron walked back into the room, wearing his jeans this time and carrying his T-shirt.
He reached up, stretched it over his head and pulled it down that perfect torso. Jill stared, unable to do anything else.
“Glad I had a clean T-shirt in my gear bag or else I’d have to wear my riding shirt from yesterday.”
Ah, yes. The walk of shame—
In Jill’s personal experience, it had always been her sneaking in the morning after in last night’s heels and makeup, but apparently bull riders had the same fear. “Indeed, being seen wearing the same clothes you left in the night before would be pretty obvious.”