He still had her breasts in a firm grip. It wasn’t enough without his skin on hers, and she arched into his hands. “What if I don’t like it rough?”
He let go. “Tell me now. I can do it in a way that you think we’re making love.”
Her face fell. “I don’t want to make love.”
“How does Johnny do it?”
For a second, she thought she’d misheard him. “I’m not talking to you about—”
“Don’t protect him,” Beau said. “He didn’t protect you.”
Her heart panged sharply. With her body in Beau’s control and her mind out of focus, she was in no shape to dig in to that statement. “He’s never been anything but Johnny with me,” she said. “It’s nice.”
“Then I don’t want to be nice.” He pinched her nipple unexpectedly, and she inhaled sharply. He massaged it. “But I won’t be mean, either.”
“Thank you,” she said.
He trussed one breast up and bent his head. “You are welcome, ma chatte.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, soaking the fabric around it.
“What does that mean?” she asked breathlessly.
He tugged her nipple between his teeth, and the pinch traveled down her body, ending between her legs. She released her hands when he yanked the dress over her hips. It puddled at her feet.
“It means,” he said, and touched her boldly through her lace underwear, “this is mine.”
“Only for a few more hours.” As the inevitable loomed, her arousal was finally overtaking her determination not to give in. “Tick tock.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Brave girl. Touch yourself with me.” She reached into her underwear. He closed his warm hand around hers, guiding it along her.
He put his other hand to the front of his pants, massaging himself. “Tomorrow,” he said, “you’ll be home, and you’ll think of this. How I feel against you. How we feel together.”
She raised her chin. “Maybe.”
His eyebrows rose even higher. “Maybe?”
“So far you haven’t given me much to think about. Frankly, I’m not sure you have the guts.”
“Excuse me?”
“You talk and talk, but here I am. You’ve barely touched me.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. It was somehow both menacing and suggestive, and it dried her throat. He grabbed her shoulders in a flash, spun her to face the bed and pulled her back to his front. “Feel that, pussycat?” he asked, thrusting his erection into her lower back. He pushed her and she caught herself on the mattress. “Bend over,” he said. “Put your arms out to your sides.”
With her cheek against the bed, she stretched out and took two fistfuls of comforter. Her shoes propped her ass in the air at an uncomfortable angle, so she moved to take them off.
“Leave them,” he said. “Lines you right up for my cock.”
Her fists tightened. She wanted to turn around and watch him undress. Was his suit the source of his power? In her imagination, it wasn’t—he was just as commanding with nothing between them except his hard-on.
He stripped her underwear down to her ankles. “You have no idea how hot you are in your black stockings.” His zipper hissed. “Tell me you want it, Lola.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’s one thing to do it. It’s another to want it.”
“You’d walk away right now if I let you?”
She squeezed her eyes closed. She couldn’t picture Johnny no matter how hard she tried, through the haze, through her heartbeat pounding in her brain. Beau’s skin was warm against the backs of her thighs. He nudged himself between her legs.
“Answer me,” he said. “Your secret stays here.”
She was unraveling on the inside. Her nerves were surfacing—exposed and sensitive. Her mouth and her pussy were already slick. “I want it,” she whispered.
“What do you want?”
“You. I want to feel you inside me.”
He slid his crown up and down her slit. “Stay very still.” He worked his way in, slow with every inch. It made him feel impossibly big. The comforter sucked into her open mouth when she gasped. She bit down on it. He placed his hands on the bed around her and his mouth at her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful in this position,” he said. His chest pinned her down. “No escape, feeling every single movement between us.” His voice vibrated against her back. He was still sinking himself in with extraordinary patience. He kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. “I want to hear you.”
She moaned when she said, “Yes, Beau.”
“Louder.” He thrust in to the base, and she cried out. “Like that,” he muttered into her hair, littering kisses there. “Just like that, Lola.” He said her name with such affection that she momentarily forgot how he was overcoming her. He undid the hooks of her corset, one at a time down her spine. He opened it, smoothing his wide, rough hands over her skin.
“I want it, Beau,” she said. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He cleared the hair from her back and buried his face into the crook of her neck. He moved in and out of her slowly. “This is for you,” he said.
Everything in her was building, rioting, begging for it. His rhythm never broke, and each stroke of his cock inside her was deliberate. It had such certain purpose—break her piece by piece.
His breath stuttered against her while whispering how soft, hot, pliant she was. Each word from his mouth was sharper than the last until finally he said, “Now it’s for me.”
He pounded into her, pulling her head back by her hair until her roots screamed. His lips stubbornly attached to hers from the side as he took her mouth. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders and he became even more merciless until—
“Don’t stop,” she almost sobbed when he pulled out.
“Turn over.”
She flipped onto her back. He towered over her, a force of strength and power. There was no vulnerability in his nakedness. Her shoes were tossed aside. He rounded the bed to the other side as she watched with her head tilted back. He slid her across the mattress by her armpits until her head hung over the edge.
“Is your mouth as hot as your pussy?” he asked, cupping his hands under her head.
She opened immediately for him. He fed her firmly but gently, his forearms flexing as he maintained control, then tightening as he lost it and thrust all the way in. She could only leave her mouth open for his use and hang onto the bedspread as she writhed with the need to come. He pulled out and pushed her breasts together, squeezing his cock between them and fucking her that way.
“Is there any part of you that isn’t perfect?” He slipped against her skin easily, wet from her saliva. “You fit right into my hands.” He pressed her into the bed as he went harder. “If I’m not careful, I’ll come all over you. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Beau,” she said.
“Christ, you’re sweet.” He released her. “Get up. Tell me what you want.”
She climbed off the bed and stood in nothing but her stockings. Her clit radiated heat, burning her up from the inside out. “I just want to come,” she said shakily.
“There are lots of ways to get there, though,” he said, stroking himself as he looked at her. “If you want me to decide, I will.”
She nodded hard. “I’m yours.”
“Hmm.” He circled around her, stopping at her back. He wedged his fingers against her asshole. “I could finish you this way. Have you ever come with a dick in your ass?”
“No,” she rasped.
If ever there were a moment she would agree to it, it would be that one, but he let go and said, “I’m far too impatient to break you in right now.”
“I want to see your face when you come,” she said.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. “Then ride me,” he said into her ear.
She turned in his arms and pushed his chest. He sat back on the bed. She put her knees on both sides of
his hips and held him with one hand as she sank down. “How’s that?” she asked coyly.
“You’re too far,” he groaned.
“I’m as close as I can get.”
“No, you aren’t.”
She bent forward and put her lips to his, creating a curtain around them with her hair. He angled up to kiss her. She circled her hips over him. Their mouths became hungrier, and he sat up to bury both his hands in her hair.
“Not a day’s gone by these past two weeks that I didn’t imagine your legs around me,” he said.
She lifted herself up to free her legs and wrap them around his back. With her arms circling his neck, she was as close as she could get.
“Dance for me,” he said.
“I already did. Now I’m fucking you.”
He released her head to clutch her hips and slow her rhythm. “Like this,” he muttered. “Dance for me, with me, around me. But do it slow. Savor what you devour.”
He slid his hands to the center of her back and pushed her breast into his mouth. He moved from one nipple to the other, sucking on her as she danced herself into a fiery orgasm that consumed everything in its path.
He flipped her onto her back and took what he needed as she tried to keep up with every overwhelming sensation. His muscular arms propped him up, the tendons in his neck strained, his eyes stayed on her bouncing tits until finally he slammed one, two, three times and came deep inside her.
Lola was slick everywhere. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as their bodies heaved. A sweat rivulet trickled down his temple onto her stomach. He held himself up with one hand and put the other just above her mound. He circled his thumb once over her pulsating clit. “I want to feel you clench around me again, nice and slow this time.”
Her back arched from the mattress. “Ah,” she breathed. She was sensitive, but he was gentle—until she was so hungry for her orgasm that she needed it a little harder. She raised her hips, and he increased his pressure, using only his thumb as the rest of his fingers splayed and pressed down on her lower stomach.
He slid in and out of her only a little. “Just to feel my cum inside you,” he said lustily. His heavy-lidded eyes didn’t leave her face. She tried to tell him it was the most erotic moment of her life, but her words came out as gasps. His arm began to shake from holding himself up, but he didn’t stop. Her orgasm seemed to return rather than start again. It roiled through her, slower, deeper, with her hanging onto his cock in a way that made him moan along with her.
His arm gave out, and he collapsed over her. He nuzzled into her neck, kissed her hairline. “Salty,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to find out how you taste everywhere else.”
Lola was ravaged. She welcomed his weight on her already sinking body. She descended limb by limb into the mattress while her mind floated into darkness. Her entire body jerked as she gasped and opened her eyes. “Oh my God,” she said. “Did I fall asleep?”
He lifted his head and chuckled. “Just for a second.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“I assumed it…wasn’t allowed. Sleeping. I thought you wouldn’t want to.”
He kissed her forehead, her temple. “I don’t,” he said into her ear.
Her stomach growled.
His body shook on top of her in a silent laugh. “Hungry?”
“Any chance there’s actual food on that cart?”
“I can order up something.”
“It has to be two in the morning by now.”
“For what I’m paying a night, they’ll bring us food at any time.”
“Mind if I shower while we wait?” she asked.
“I mind.”
She wrinkled her nose. “But I’m—”
“Exactly how I want you,” he finished. He pulled out from between her legs and fell back on the bed. She turned onto her side. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and kept her close as he reached for the phone and pulled it to his ear.
“I’d like to order breakfast,” he said and paused. “I don’t care what time it starts. Send up whatever you have. Omelets, bacon, croissants, orange juice.”
“French toast,” Lola whispered.
He pulled the phone away. “What?”
“French toast,” she said, looking back at him.
“And two orders of French toast.” A beat passed before he said, “Well, perhaps tomorrow night I should find a hotel that can.” He winked at her as he listened. “Ah, I’m so glad you’ll make it work.”
“Coffee,” she added.
“Most importantly, I’ll need some coffee too. Yes, that’s fine.” He hung up and hugged her from behind with both arms. “So she likes French toast.”
“As a rule, anything breakfast food.”
“Well. I’m glad we get to eat breakfast together.” He looked down at her. “But apparently you aren’t. You’re frowning.”
“Sorry,” she said quietly.
He rubbed his stubbled chin against her neck, and she smiled. “Good thing you tickle easily.”
“I do not,” she said, but when he went to do it again, she wriggled in his arms and cried, “Okay, okay, I do.”
“So, why the frown?” he asked.
She sighed. “Eating breakfast together almost seems…”
“Worse?” he asked.
“Sounds stupid, doesn’t it?”
He leaned in and whispered, “Just think of it as fuel.”
“Beau,” she chastised, but she was smiling.
“All I can think of when I’m near you is how to get closer.”
“You’re practically on top of me. You just fucked my tits for God’s sake.”
He nipped her earlobe. “And you just turned me to stone again with one sentence.”
“Already?” Lola asked.
“I’ve wasted enough time, don’t you think?”
“Room service will be here any minute.”
“Then we’d better be quick.”
He rolled her over and lay on top of her. He swept his hands over her hairline and his lips over her nose and mouth.
“This isn’t quick,” Lola said, but her sentence ended in a sharp gasp.
He’d reached down and slid his fingers into her. “Just let me appreciate you. That sound you make.” He kissed her neck. “The way you feel in my hand,” he said against her skin. “That birthmark above your hipbone.”
It seemed her mind had turned to mush—she could only answer him in moans. But you barely know me, she meant to say. She put her arms around his back.
“Could you see yourself with me?” he whispered, as if someone might hear. He kept stroking her.
“Don’t.” She closed her eyes. Her voice sounded far away. “Not right now.”
“Right now,” he countered. “You can’t lie when I’m inside you.”
When she swallowed, she did it quietly, even though Beau could see her throat. “I don’t even know what you’re like.”
“I’ll tell you. Morning is my favorite time of day because it’s quiet and no one needs anything from me. So I wake up early and either use the gym or run in the Hills where I live. At work I mostly meet with investors or founders or wherever my secretary sends me. Some nights, more than I’d like, I attend events or parties. Other nights I come home and work more, which I prefer. I don’t get a lot of time alone at the office.”
Lola had been looking between his eyes and his mouth as he spoke, but her mind was spending the day with Beau. In a way, the complicated life she’d imagined he’d have was even simpler than hers. There was no emotion in his routine, and that made it too easy to stay detached.
“I could ease up on the work,” he added as an afterthought. “I’ve just never had a reason to.”
Lola dropped her gaze to his neck. That life didn’t appeal to her, but Beau did. Those early-morning or late-night moments when they could intertwine like they were now. He needed that. She didn’t. She already had it. Johnny and Beau were miles apart, but even so, one p
erson’s taste couldn’t be so divided. Lola and Beau were miles apart.
“Maybe if things were different,” she said. “But they’re not.”
“Like what? Give me one reason aside from the obvious one.”
“The obvious one is a pretty big one,” she said. “But okay. I sleep until around noon, so…”
He chuckled. “That’s easy. Get a job with regular hours. I’d help you find the right thing. Next?”
“Next?” she asked. “That big reason. Johnny.”
He tilted his head at her. “You really think he’s the one you’re meant to be with?”
She bit her lip when he crooked his fingers inside her and massaged. “I don’t believe there’s only one person out there for each of us.”
“You’ll change your mind when I go down on you.”
She laughed breathily. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means…I’m confident we’ll find that my mouth is made for your pussy.” He flashed her a smile. “You’ll see. They’re meant to be.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, also grinning.
“Ah, Lola. I don’t know what’s better, your eyes or your smile.”
“You don’t have to seduce me,” she said. “I’m already in your bed.”
“I have to say,” he pulled his fingers out and slid them all over her, “I like having you in my bed.”
“It’s not, though…” The ache in her built again, spurred on by his fingers. “Not your bed. Why would you stay here again tomorrow night?”
“What makes you think I am?”
“You said on the phone.”
“Ah,” he said. “I just like to get out of my house sometimes.”
Her bullshit radar went off. It wasn’t even a decent lie. “You’re bringing someone else here,” she guessed. The words came out sour. Not all of what they’d just done was pretty. Some of it was crude, but those were the moments Lola had submitted completely. Because nobody else could do those things to her that way and make them so good she could’ve screamed. Her mind flitted between the bedspread underneath her, the mouth above her, the warmth surrounding her. Could he so easily turn around and share that with someone else? She couldn’t. “I don’t want you to,” she said abruptly and unprompted. “I don’t want you to do these same things to someone else right after I was here.”
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