by Nikki Sloane
It hadn’t been like this. Not ever. Sometimes a guy liked eating pussy, but that was always for him. I’d put on a show, pretend he was much better than he was until I faked an orgasm and he got excited thinking he’d gotten me off. The sensation now was different. Dom wanted to please me. Not because he wanted to show off his sexual prowess; I think he simply wanted me to enjoy it.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes, yes . . .”
Fingers filled and stretched me, plunging and retreating. The wicked rhythm grew the intensity in my center, and that tongue— It was magic. Pinpricks needled up my spine and my legs shook. I panted for air. I writhed against the mouth sucking and fucking me, his tongue fluttering at a furious tempo.
“Fuck, fuck!”
The orgasm seized me and I screamed. Pleasure exploded outward in all directions, sending warm bliss rushing through every cell of my body, and leaving pleasant numbness in its wake. My hands had jerked his head hard up against me, and I relaxed the grip as the pleasure began to fade.
His voice rang out between my punctuated gasps for breath. “It tastes good.”
I shuddered. I loved hearing that, but I wondered . . . “Fake?”
He chuckled. “Real.” What reason would he have to lie? He had thirty thousand excuses to be honest. His fingers remained inside me. They’d slowed but were still moving. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”
I struggled to catch my breath and searched for something to satisfy his request.
“My favorite movie is Airplane.”
The hand stopped moving, and I made a noise of disappointment. He’d probably wanted something deeper than my admission that my favorite movie was a ‘70s slapstick comedy.
“Surely you can’t be serious,” he rumbled.
I smiled like an idiot, thrilled he knew the joke. “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.” The hand resumed its disciplined pace and he climbed to his feet, his other hand wiping his mouth and latching on to my hip.
He was utterly gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to get on him, but reminded myself he wanted to go slow. After that orgasm, the least I could do was give him his money’s worth.
“Now you,” I said. “Something you’ve never told anyone else before.”
“My favorite movie’s Airplane.”
I curled my eyes down into slits. “Fake?”
“Fake,” he admitted. “Paige, I’m so fucking hard right now, I think it might kill me.”
He wasn’t lying; his pants were tented spectacularly. And the pole pitching the tent looked to be impressive. I wanted to see what I was going to be working with, so I sat up. He withdrew his hand from me, his expression confused.
I tilted my head up so my eyes could meet his. “Let me see what I can do about that.”
He let out a nervous breath.
“Take off your shirt,” I pointed to the wingback in the corner, “and go sit in that chair.”
The confusion continued on his face, but he hesitantly unbuttoned his cuffs as I stood up from the table. I waited until he peeled the shirt down past his toned biceps and dropped it on the table before I opened the top drawer and grabbed a handful of condoms, slipping them into the suit pocket. The jacket was so oversized on me the pockets were below my hips.
The aqua eyes stayed on me as he lowered his shirtless body into the chair. I sauntered toward him, a seductive smile splashed on my face and a sway in my hips. Which he probably couldn’t see, I realized dimly, due to the jacket. But I’ll be damned if I was going to take it off. I wanted him to do that.
“What are you doing?” There was a high level of concern in his voice when I knelt before him and went for his belt.
“I want to suck your cock.”
His chest lifted in an enormous breath. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I slid the leather end free, and my fingers focused on undoing the button beneath it. “Why not?”
“I haven’t had any in a year and I feel like a virgin. I’ll lose it in, like, five seconds.” There was that sexy blush. An embarrassed Dom was so adorable.
“Give me some credit,” I whispered. The button snapped free and I inched his zipper down over his erection. “I can get you to last at least ten seconds.”
His hand closed on my shoulder, worry lacing his voice. “No, then this will be over. I’m not eighteen. I don’t bounce back like I used to.”
“You feel like a virgin? Come in my mouth.” My hands fell onto his hips so my fingers could curl under the waistband of his pants and boxers. “I can be patient and you’ll last longer later when you’re fucking my pussy.”
He stared at me, his devastating eyes unblinking. Then, he lifted his hips in silent agreement so I could pull the fabric out of my way.
“Wow, nice.” And it was. His cock wasn’t the longest I’d ever seen, but it was definitely better than average, a gentle curve upward, and impossibly thick.
“Real or fake?”
I wouldn’t lie about the compliment. I gave him a sincere look. “Real, I promise.”
He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth when I wrapped both hands around him, one at the base and the other at the head, and squeezed.
“Shit, woman, my estimated time might have been high.”
I grinned. He was fun. When was the last time someone had given me a genuine smile while in the room? I kept my eyes on his when I leaned forward and swept my tongue across the tip of his cock.
He groaned in satisfaction. Or agony. That noise could have applied to either one. Didn’t matter, I was going to have him in my mouth. I was excited to see him unravel. Would he blush afterward? I licked my lips and slid him inside, until I was past the ridge of his head.
“Mmm . . . okay, that feels really fucking good.” He said it like a warning.
I was just getting started, too. My tongue did a cartwheel over the velvety slit on the head of his cock. His hands on the armrests of the chair tightened until he was white-knuckled.
I released him from my mouth and stared at him, letting my eyes fill with everything I felt. How badly I wanted this. How much pleasure I could give him. How I wanted to be able to do this to him for a while.
I think he held his breath when I took him in my mouth again, this time going all the way down. Holy shit, he was thick. I drew patterns with the tip of my tongue on his flesh.
“Jesus,” he groaned.
When I started to bob my head, one of his hands went to his forehead and he tilted his head back, closed his eyes. It looked very much like he was enduring torture, yet in direct conflict to that, “Don’t stop,” he ordered.
I tried to keep my hands out of the mix, not wanting to overwhelm the born-again virgin until he was ready. He let me move faster on him, taking him as deep as I could, and he hit the back of my throat on every pass. His throbbing cock was slippery with my saliva.
“Slower,” he commanded or pleaded.
Unfortunately, it was too late with my aggressive nature. I liked it too much. My hand latched at the base of his cock and began to move in concert with my mouth. I went faster, too. His quick and labored breathing, occasionally interrupted by a moan, made me crazy wet.
“Okay, so I guess you want me to come now.” Like he was talking aloud to himself and annoyed with me. It was hot. I hollowed out my cheeks with sucking as I tormented him, enjoying every inch of his skin inside me.
I pulled off of him again, my lips just against his damp, swollen column of flesh that was as hard as a diamond. I was on fire and his eyes were oceans I wanted to drown in.
“I love the way you taste. Do you like fucking my mouth?”
The oceans turned dark and his tone was frosty. “I told you not to stop.”
I grinned. Holy hell! There was a dominant side buried inside Dom that had just revealed itself. Harsh hands seized my head and forced my mouth back down on him, and I moaned in ecstasy. I loved to be dominated and disciplined.
With his
hands trapping me, he took control. His hips thrust into my mouth, beating his cock against my lips and deeper toward the dangerous threshold of my gag reflex. I tried to relax the muscle. I’d been training to deep throat but it was better if I had control when doing it.
“Suck that cock,” he ordered. “I’m gonna fill that mouth. Get ready.”
I let loose another moan, this one dripping with approval, humming it.
There was a stream of obscenities from him as the hard muscle inside me flexed. Hands jerked my head up and down in rapid, uneven strokes as thick, hot liquid pooled in my mouth. His whole body shuddered as he came, a low and long, deep moan in his gravel voice. It looked like every muscle in Dom was tense, from the thick cord of his neck all the way down to his flexed feet.
The orgasm that rolled through him finally seemed to pass when he came to a stop, and his breathing evened out.
I swallowed and slowly pulled off of him.
The hands in my hair were gentle, angling my face to him, stroking the glossy strands back out of my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to be like that,” he whispered. “I don’t know where that came from.” He looked guilty.
“Really? I though it was hot.”
He didn’t look like he believed me. I put a hand on his knee and pushed up to stand before him. We made quite a pair. Him naked except for the suit pants bunched at his ankles and me naked beneath the open suit jacket.
The white chair made no noise when he sat forward. He reached down and set his palm against my calf, and began to drag the tough skin of his hand up my leg, up the curve of my body.
“You are stunningly beautiful.”
My breath caught in my throat. That wasn’t the kind of compliment I was used to. “Uh, thank you.”
The hand dragged up on to my upper thigh, lifting the suit jacket as it reached my hip. Fingers pressed me forward and he buried his mouth in my flesh, his tongue dipping into the recess of my belly button. I blew out a breath, clamping down on my control. He was going to need to recover before we got to the really good stuff, even though I wanted it all now.
Strong, manly hands were inside the jacket. They roamed over the small of my back, down to my ass, fingers drawing me forward. He wanted me closer. I put a knee on the chair armrest.
“Something you’ve never told anyone else,” I said. “You never answered me.”
He said nothing. Had he not heard me? Maybe he was too focused on my bare and wet pussy right in front of his face.
“I’ve never been in love,” he said.
chapter
FOUR
Dom’s hand on my ass followed the curve around my hip, moving to the front, raking his fingernails over the skin as it went.
“There was a girl,” he said, “I was with for more than two years. I told her I loved her, but I don’t think I did.” His hand hovered right above my slit so the heat soaked into my body where hair would be if it hadn’t been waxed away.
“What makes you say that?”
“When I caught her fucking another dude, I didn’t really care. I mean, I was beyond angry, but I wasn’t . . . hurt. I wasn’t all that sad.”
His eyes were magnetic. An irresistible force compelled me to look at him.
“I can’t explain why I didn’t love her. She was nice, and funny, and smart . . . although leaving the pictures on her phone of his dick in her mouth wasn’t the brightest idea.” His hand slipped down so his thumb could roll over my clit. “It was like, whenever I told her I loved her, it felt–”
“Like a lie,” I said. My heart thudded in my chest.
“Yes.” His enormous startled eyes snapped to mine and were mesmerizing. Connection.
I’d been where he had. I spent a year with Joel pretending. Wanting to be in love with him, but I’d failed. I’d learned my lesson the hard way that you can’t choose who you love.
“Have you ever been in love?” Dom asked. The thumb rubbed steady circles on my sensitive skin. It made my knees weak. I wasn’t going to be able to stand much longer if he continued. Or attempted anything better. Talking about love while he teased me; could this night get more insane?
“No,” I lied. “I don’t do love.”
“Why’s that?”
Damn him. He replaced his thumb with his mouth. I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder and groaned softly. Mine rang out like his did before, satisfaction and agony.
“I don’t have any shame in what I do,” his mouth made it a struggle to find air, “but others have a hard time with it.”
The tongue lapping at me ceased. “You keep, um, working when you’re in a relationship?”
“No, but I don’t do relationships either. I get bored, remember?” The wet, soft tongue swiped over my entrance. Again, I fisted a hand in his light brown hair that had a soft curl at the ends. Whatever woman had trained him, I owed her. I could let him fuck me with his mouth all night. Wait . . .
“I don’t want to come like this,” I said. “The next one’s on your cock.”
The hand on my ass hardened. “I’m going to need another minute, or five, and you’re getting awfully bossy.” His eyes were warm and playful. “Maybe I should strap you back down on the table.”
I pushed his head away. My knee moved from the armrest down to the cushion beside his hip. My other knee followed, so I straddled his lap. Shit, I was ordering him around. Somewhere along the way, I’d disregarded every rule, including my own. This night had gotten totally out of control, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I sat back so his dick was in front of me and I clenched it in a hand.
“You’re already halfway there,” I whispered. He was semi-hard as I stroked him.
“It’s been a year. You have no idea how much I want this.”
Not as much as I do, I almost said. And that? That was the most shocking thing of all. I loved sex, sure, but wanting it this badly with a client? I wouldn’t have believed it in a million years.
“I want this, Dom. Very, fucking real.”
My brain disconnected and shut down. I reached a hand out to grasp his chin and pull him to me so I could slant my lips on his, feathering the lightest of kisses there. Not enough. My second kiss was better. Lightning crackled between us.
I had kissed him. I was kissing him, and that action was not lost on Dom. Touching me got him started, but my mouth on him and my tongue caressing his was the activation switch to turn him on. He twitched in my hand, hardening in a single stroke.
We both broke the kiss at the same time and looked down, stunned at this reaction. I didn’t waste a moment more. I yanked a condom out of the pocket and tore the packet open, rolling it down the length of him as he groaned.
He went rigid as I positioned myself over him. Shit, was I moving too fast again? Did he want me some other way?
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He had one hand on my hip and the other slipped behind my neck. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m trying to remember this.” He let me lower myself down on him so he was right at my entrance. “Tonight’s got to get me through the next sexless year.”
I slid down, welcomed him inside my body, one fraction at a time. God, his cock was thick. My eyes fell closed as I descended further. The realization that this was it for him was powerful and struck me like a fist to my chest.
At last he was buried as deep as he could go. “Oh, god,” I cried out, my voice wrapped in pleasure. He silenced anything else I would have said when he took my mouth with his.
Now I was the only woman he’d been with in a year; the only woman he’d be with in two years if things continued the way he assumed they would. He’d chosen me for this.
The first hesitant move I made sent us both into panic.
“Stop,” he said. His hand was firm in its grasp on the nape of my neck. “It feels too good already.”
Something tightened in my chest painfully. It was some emotion I couldn’t put a label on, or refused to. A need that was scary and thrilling. This conne
ction with him was too powerful to stop.
“I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t make me stop,” I said. It sounded like I was begging, because I was. My arms crossed behind his back and I leaned forward, kissing him in the crook of his neck.
“Slow,” he ordered.
“I can do slow.” It was a lie, but I’d do my best. I moved again, shifting up in his lap and back down. The slow, slick slide of his cock inside me was amazing. Holy shit, I think I could come just from riding him like this. Slow and steady.
I began at a torturous pace, so much slower than I was used to, yet it was unbelievably arousing. In response, strong hands peeled the edge of the jacket down past my shoulders, letting the collar bunch at my elbows. As the silk lining fell away, Dom set his warm mouth on my exposed skin, the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue traced a line and left goosebumps in its trail.
He had me encased in his arms and held me tight when his hips hinted I could increase my tempo. So I did. How the fuck did it feel so good?
“Look at me.” That rough voice turned my insides into liquid. His hands splayed over my body but his gaze was unrelenting and filled with passion. What we were doing? It didn’t feel like fucking. This was something different, something I hadn’t done before. The unfamiliar newness left my head spinning.
“I’m going to be thinking about this,” he said, “every night for the next year. Every night it will be you.”
I gasped loudly and the muscles of my pussy clenched. “Oh my god.”
He could have doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire, and it wouldn’t have compared to how hot his words made me burn. My self-control was obliterated and I hungered for his kiss. I wanted to sink into his skin as the fire inside me raged brighter and brighter. The need for release came at me like a tornado. Fast, and unpredictable.
Our mouths melded into one. Beads of sweat flowered over our skin since the cold room felt like a sauna. Beneath me, his thrusts were powerful, hitting exactly where they needed to, scratching the itch that would send me over the edge. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t slow down, or look away from the aqua eyes gazing back at me. His ragged breath was warm on my face when he set his forehead against mine.