I look up and meet his heavy gaze. He bites his lips in an attempt to subdue the sweet sensations I’m inflicting upon him, but we both know I’m only getting started.
“I’m going to fucking punish you for sucking my cock so well.”
I take him in deeper and suck him faster, sliding up and down his cock as I move my head in small circular motions to heighten his pleasure. He grabs my hair, tightens his grip and tugs just enough to make my scalp sting. I gasp at the unexpected pain and wrap both hands firmly around his cock as I squeeze my lips tighter. I bob my head up and down without mercy. Milking him. Torturing him. Sucking all of him. His nine-inch cock is huge and yet it fits perfectly in my mouth.
“Suck all of it, baby. I want you take all of my cock inside your warm mouth and I want to hit the back of your throat.”
His words make my pussy clench. Fuck, I need to come again. I slide my hand between my wetness to relieve the tension between my legs.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he commands.
I obey and instantly slide back my hand to his cock. I suck him hard and fast.
“I’m going to come.” He’s breathing heavily. The veins of his cock are throbbing uncontrollably and a bit of his nectar spurts into my mouth. I know he’s close. I steady my hands against his hips as I slowly pull my head from his shaft to meet his eyes.
“Come hard for me, Nikolaj,” I murmur.
My lips close around him and he comes with savage force.
“Fuck, Ciara.” My name is a heavy, deep groan as he gushes at the back of my throat. I suck every last drop of him like a starved woman and I swallow him whole.
He pulls me up against his body and I place my hands on his pulsating chest. I ready myself for a rough and hungry kiss, but instead he softly brushes his lips against mine.
“Oh, baby. You… you… fuck. You’re fucking amazing,” he whispers, cupping the back of my head. “I’d travel around the world and back for you to have you suck me like you just did. You’re so sexy on your knees submitting yourself to me. No man can resist you when you look up at him with your deep brown eyes with your full lips wrapped around his cock.”
“I aim to please.”
“And you do it extremely well.”
“I’m hungry now.”
“I’m famished as well. You’ve worked me so hard. Thank God I had the good sense to order a lot of food.”
“Oh, I forgot,” I say, looking past him at the table overflowing with delicious pastries.
“I’m afraid the coffee must be ice cold by now. Let me call room service and I’ll get us a few hot lattes, I’ll order some eggs and I’ll also ask them to bring up my suitcase.”
“Suitcase?” Oh, yeah, he arrived without any luggage.
“Love, I can’t possibly walk around Barcelona butt naked.”
“Well, I wouldn’t complain.” I grin from ear to ear.
“I bet you wouldn’t.”
“Can you please order some bacon or some sausages? I didn’t get enough meat this morning,” I say, flashing him a devilish look.
He stares into my eyes before shaking his head in disbelief.
“Room service will be up in about twenty minutes. Let’s hop into the shower in the meantime.”
I feign protest, but he lifts me, tosses me over his shoulder and spanks me for my disobedience.
“Are you playing rough, Mr. von Henningsen? You do know I love being spanked.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll gladly satisfy your fantasies later. Come on now, I don’t want you out of my sight.”
I never imagined it was possible to take a shower with a guy without having sex. Nikolaj’s mouth sets me on fire and his cock brings me so much pleasure. He can be so rough and I know there’s a lot more about his domineering side I have yet to discover, but his softer side always catches me by surprise.
“Is the water too hot?” He’s holding me in his strong arms and I could stay like this all day.
“No, it’s the perfect temperature.”
“Good. Turn around, I’m going to soap your back.”
“I can wash myself,” I grumble.
“I know. It’s going to bring me pleasure to glide my hands all over your sexy body, washing every beautiful part of you,” he whispers in my ear.
“Oh.” Damn him. He always finds the right words. “Do I get to soap you as well?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“This should be interesting. How long we can last in this shower without having sex.”
“Is that your shampoo?”
“Yes, it is. Why do you ask?”
“Pass it to me, I’m going to wash your wild and incredible mane.”
Is he serious? “I can wash my own hair. Not to mention I already did.”
“Yeah, but you gave me such a serious blowjob, I fear some of my load might be caught in your hair. Let’s not take any chances,” he says, chuckling.
He runs his fingers through my hair and lathers the shampoo like a professional hairstylist. His fingers massage my scalp in the most relaxing way and I close my eyes as I tilt my head backwards, enjoying this new experience with a man. “You’re so good at this. My maternal grandmother was the only person brave enough to deal with my hair.” I extend my hand behind me, reaching for his cock.
“You’ve never had an intimate shower with a guy that didn’t involve fucking?”
His words freeze me. “Hmmm, I don’t think so.” The words are unsure.
“I find it can be even more sensual than the act itself when you’re with the right person.”
“I guess I haven’t been lucky enough to find the right person so far.” I move away from him as I step forward towards the raindrop showerhead to rinse off the shampoo and avoid having to reveal more.
“It’s a good thing you wore those sexy shoes in Toronto or else I wouldn’t be here. You can thank me later for helping you cross this one off of your bucket list,” he says, grabbing my shoulders and pivoting me around to face him.
“It never was on my bucket list,” I respond defiantly.
“That’s because you’ve never met the right person until now.”
I swallow back a sudden lump of emotion as I hold his heavy gaze. “You have me all figured out,” I say softly.
“On the contrary. I’m dying to know more about you.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
How much am I willing to divulge to this guy? I’ve never wanted to be this intimate with other men in my life. Had it been any other guy in this shower, I would have turned this moment into a raunchy sex scene out of a porn movie, but everything is so different with Nikolaj. “It’s a good thing you’ll have four days to get to know me better.” I smile at him.
“Really? Are you pulling my leg? Are you willing to unveil the real Ciara?”
“I don’t know if you can handle her.”
“Try me. You do realize I plan on sleeping here?”
“I’d be crushed if you didn’t. You promised me a good spanking later.”
“You’re incorrigible,” he says before kissing me.
“Oh, gosh, someone is knocking at the door. It must be our breakfast.”
“Get dressed. I’ll take care of it.”
I get out of the shower behind him and grab the robe that has been lying on the bedroom floor for the past two hours. When I walk back into the main room, Pablo, the hotel employee who delivered the tray earlier, is setting up the table for our breakfast.
“Good morning again, madam.”
“Pablo, it’s good to see you again so soon,” I say, fighting a smile.
“Sir and madam, everything is ready. Please enjoy your breakfast and don’t hesitate to call on me if I can serve you further. Have a great day.”
“Pablo, thank you for everything.” Nikolaj closes the door behind him and returns to join me at the table.
“This smells incredible and I can’t wait to dig in.”
We both ravenously devour our b
reakfast like two drifters who haven’t eaten in days.
“That hit the spot nicely,” I say. “I know I was starved, but this was absolutely delicious. I don’t know about you, but that was the best bacon I’ve had in my life.”
“I agree it was very good. I’m happy you enjoyed it. Are you meeting your potential client later today?”
“No. He had to postpone our meeting. He left me a lovely note explaining he’s also a sports doctor and one of his professional athletes needs an emergency operation. I’m meeting him tomorrow at two o’clock.”
“Brilliant. You have the whole day to yourself?”
“Yes. Mr. Echev suggested I take advantage of this delay to rediscover the city.”
“He’s a wise man. What are we going to do then?”
“I don’t know yet. Your unexpected arrival put a dent in my planning time,” I say, lifting my eyebrow.
“Ah, of course. Allow me to make it up to you by calling the concierge’s desk and asking them to plan our day of sightseeing. Would that be fair?”
“You’re full of great ideas.” I smile. “I guess I only have to worry about getting dressed. Oh, I almost forgot. James, my Spanish client, made dinner reservations at Moment restaurant. Are you okay with that?”
“Absolutely. Your client has discerning taste because you can never go wrong with the chefs of the Mandarin Oriental chain. They are the best in the industry.”
“It sounds like we’re going to have a fun day.”
BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE
Chapter Six
“Ciara, if it’s okay with you, I’ll be waiting in the lobby while you finish getting dressed. I’m going to check and make sure the concierge has planned a memorable day for us.”
“Great idea,” I say, relieved I don’t have to rush anymore.
“Oh, before I leave, make sure to wear sexy underwear for our day trip,” Nikolaj shouts from the other room.
Huh? “It’s not as if I’m going to walk the streets in my lingerie. You won’t see them.”
“Good point.” He appears in the bathroom’s doorway and startles me. He takes in my naked body, his eyes hooded. That look is going to make me melt. “This morning was merely a snack. I haven’t been inside your tight pussy in nearly two weeks and you don’t know how much I’ve suffered. I feel like a quarantined man. Even though you won’t walk the streets of Barcelona naked, it doesn’t mean I can’t imagine you in a skimpy lace number and fuck you in my mind. The imagery will hold me all day long until we get back to the hotel.”
“Oh.” I lose myself in his deep gaze. “I’ll see what I can do,” I fumble.
“Good girl. I’ll be waiting downstairs.” He goes as quickly as he appeared and I only breathe again when the door closes behind him.
Damn, he’s so blunt. It only adds to his magnetism.
I run to the wardrobe to select an outfit for the day and underwear that screams “fuck me”. I’m going to give him so much sexy he won’t be able to handle it.
What to wear? What to wear?
I stand in front of my lineup of clothing with my arms crossed while I tap my upper lip with my index finger. My eyes drop to the bottom of the wardrobe and the lightbulb comes on. I squat in front of my suitcase to find lingerie guaranteed to give Nikolaj a hard on and grab a little number that’s naughty and nice.
I think the blush-pink combo is perfect.
I run back to the bathroom and do my makeup, defining my eyes with black eyeliner and black mascara. I sleek back my hair in a high ponytail and emphasize my curls with a hot iron. I brighten my face by dabbing coral lipstick and smack my lips together, pleased with the reflection in the mirror.
Not bad considering I only had ten minutes to get ready.
I slip into the Agent Provocateur blush bra and shimmy into the matching panties. As I secure the nude-colored stockings to the lace garter belt, a wave of arousal runs through me.
He’s going to rip my clothes off and fuck me hard when he sees these later.
I fold down my skirt and jump into my biker boots before pulling on my leather biker jacket. I admire the transformation in the long mirror near the door before grabbing my purple bag.
When I step out of the elevator four very handsome men waiting to go up to their room nod with approval and smile at me.
“Guapísima,” one of them says.
“Gracias, señor,” I flirt back. Nothing makes a girl feel better than attention from sexy strangers.
As I turn the corner to reach the lobby, I bump into Pablo and nearly run him over. “Pablo, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yes, madam, I’m fine. It’s not a problem. You didn’t see me.”
“I’m rushing because I have someone waiting for me. I do apologize. You know, this is the third time I’ve seen you today. We must stop meeting like this,” I say as I bring my hand to my chest to contain my laugh.
“Ms. Herrera, you look so beautiful,” he says with sparkling eyes. “Mr. von Henningsen is a lucky man.”
“You’re too adorable, Pablo. Thank you for the compliment. Have a good day,” I say as I wave goodbye.
Nikolaj is standing near the concierge’s desk and he does a double-take when he sees me. We both lock eyes and I can’t help but smile when I see the desire in his eyes.
I’m game to run back upstairs for another round if he is.
“You, my dear, are officially the most beautiful woman in Barcelona,” he says, pulling me closer to him.
“Thank you. I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”
“You’re worth waiting for, love.”
“Oh, you’re just saying that.” I hit his arm, feigning that his words don’t have an effect on me.
“You know I’m not,” he says before kissing my cheek. “Come on, let’s go, the car is waiting outside.” He pulls me to the entrance.
“Car?”
“Yes. We have a lot of spots to see so I asked the concierge to hire a car and chauffeur for the day. You didn’t expect we were going to walk?”
“Actually, I did. Why do you think I wore these comfortable boots?” I ask, pointing at my feet.
“Love, these boots are going to feel even more comfortable when you stretch out your long legs at the back of the Benz waiting for us outside. Let’s get out of here.” He smiles as he drags me out the door.
“Okay, let’s do it your way.”
BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE
Chapter Seven
What a glorious day.
I look out the window, taking in this city’s picturesque Gothic architecture, and I cannot help but be in awe of such creative genius. One of my uncles took an entire summer to retrace the roots of the Herrera clan and revealed we had roots in Barcelona. It seems our forefathers were wealthy merchants who owned land and many thriving businesses. I’ve always blamed this ancestry for my passion for the arts and my insatiable love of luxury. My mother always felt I was willing to grasp at any straw to justify buying high-end designer clothes and expensive accessories.
I’m completely lost in my thoughts when all of a sudden I realize Nikolaj is watching me. I can’t see his face, but I know his eyes are on me.
When did I become comfortable with a man invading my world like this?
I turn around to meet his gaze and his eyes sparkle like an eight-year-old boy’s on the first day of summer vacation. “What? Why are you looking at me with that smile on your face?”
He lowers his eyes and bites the left side of his lower lip. “I hope you were able to find something suitable to wear under your edgy biker chick outfit.” He smiles, staring back at me.
“I’m not sure. Do you think these will do the trick?” I hold his gaze as I slide my black skirt up, revealing the nude stockings and the lace blush-pink garter belt.
He lowers his eyes and quickly brings them back to meet mine. “You can’t possibly be serious, Ciara. You’re wearing garter belts under this outfit? How cruel can you be?”
“Your wish is my command, baby.” I half-grin.
“Oh, you’re so going to pay for this.”
“Be gentle, these cost a small fortune and I’ve only seen them in London.”
“Don’t count on it.”
“I hope your hard-on isn’t too uncomfortable,” I tease.
“I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this day,” he says, cupping his cock.
Hmmm, I think I’m going to make him suffer a little more.
Our eyes lock as I grab his hand and slide it over my swollen breast. “This should sustain you,” I whisper, closing his hand over my right boob before leaning in and brushing my lips against his.
“Oh, fuck, you’re going to get it. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, so you might as well enjoy today, love.” His eyes are dangerous and his smile is calculating. “I’m going to ravish you so savagely, you’ll scream out my name for all of Barcelona to know how much of a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Tick, tock. I’m already counting the hours.” I smile.
He fists my ponytail, pulls me closer to him and crushes my lips with an urgent kiss.
“I wonder if we can turn around and go back to the hotel for a quickie.” I can’t get enough of this guy.
“Let’s enjoy this day. I promise to make it worth the wait later tonight.” He winks at me.
“As long as it’s a promise you intend on keeping.”
“Cross my heart.”
We both laugh.
“So what’s on the travel itinerary?”
“Our conscientious concierge has a very busy day planned out for us. I’m sure many of these spots are tourist destinations you’ve visited many times before, but he’s arranged, on very short notice may I add, to book private tour guides at each of the location to give us a more authentic flavor of the city.”
“Sounds like we have an incredible day ahead.”
“I’m looking forward to it myself. We start at La Sagrada Familia church and we end our day at the Font Màgica to catch the enchanting show.”
“I haven’t visited that magic fountain in years. The last time I was here, I arrived on a Sunday and I had to fly to Milan on the Thursday and I missed the show,” I say, unable to contain my excitement.
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