“Spank me…”
“Later,” he muttered from the corner of his mouth as he kissed her along the crease between her breasts. “I’m busy.”
Rubbing his lips up and down, Nigel coaxed her further into gratification, and his thumbs continued to toy with her nipples. January suddenly realized that she didn’t need to ask his permission to indulge that night. From the thrills incited by his gifted hands and lips alone, she tumbled into orgasm.
In surprise, Nigel pulled back. “Already?”
Tugging at his blond locks, she held him to her chest. “Don’t stop—please, Nigel. I beg you, don’t stop…”
With a mission to oblige her, Nigel kicked up his kisses with tiny bites to her breasts. In two swift moves, he unhooked her bra and dragged it away.
The tip of his tongue taunted her nipple and swept her into a second round of pleasure. Impatiently, she moved against him, positioning her clit against his cock through the layers of denim and lace between them.
“You have the most beautiful breasts…” he murmured in between kisses and nips.
“Oh—oh, fuck!” she shouted, and then caught herself. “They’re…they’re not droopy?”
“January, shut the bloody hell up.”
“Oh, son of a bitch, say that again.”
However, instead, Nigel urged her back to the seat, struggling with his zipper as she continued to cry out in rapture. Her entire body rocked and rumbled as if an earthquake broke through her soul. This fierce pull of attraction prompted an almost angry, fighting need to have him.
As her hands went for his fly once again, Nigel grunted. He just had no room to get his damn jeans off, and January wasn’t making things any easier for him. “Now, I see why you need to be restrained.”
“Tie me up…?”
Abruptly, Nigel pinned her hands above her head. “Keep them there. Patience, my dear January, is a virtue.”
That wasn’t the first time a lover had uttered those words to her, but when Nigel spoke them, they held a new significance. He was so sweet, but she knew that somewhere beneath the cool, mannerly surface, a Dom lurked to punish and pleasure her.
Maybe he was just catering to her whims. She still couldn’t rule out the notion that he might just prefer a Vanilla relationship, free from kink. If he carried on like this, January thought she just might be able to get used to it.
When he finally managed to rid himself of his jeans and boxer briefs, January forced herself to settle down and focus. Just like his body, his cock was long and strong. She wanted to grab him and shove him inside her, but she remained still.
“We have just one more little issue to take care of,” Nigel said with a pat on her thigh and a pluck of her waistband. “These.” Swiping his hand down her satiny legs, he smiled bashfully. “It’s been a while for me…”
“It’s, uh…been…well…”
Nigel placed one finger over her lips. “Shhh,” he soothed. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re mine tonight.”
“And you’re mine.” She scratched her fingers behind his ears, playing with his hair as he kissed her again, revitalizing her senses under his spell. He pressed little kisses to her closed eyes, and they both giggled at the tickle to his chin from her thick lashes.
Nigel didn’t ignore one inch of bare flesh. He wanted to explore her exquisite, baby-soft body to the fullest. Of course, he couldn’t resist a few laps at her beauty mark.
January, though, seemed to lose herself as his lips continued their journey over her neck, shoulders and collarbone. He took the time to kiss the sensitive spot inside her elbow and then carried on down to her equally delicate wrist.
He’d also discovered that she enjoyed that same attention at her navel, and he was all too happy to nip and kiss and lick. As he moved between her legs, he rubbed his clean-shaven cheeks against her thighs. He stalled in an effort to look at her closely. January certainly knew her own body well, and Nigel paid attention to her reactions.
As his fingers caressed her slick, dripping center, her cries of pleasure enthralled him. He had to touch and feel her first. He had to pinch that swollen bud and slide his fingers deep inside her before he could dare to touch her with his lips.
Nigel needed to memorize this moment because he feared it might never come again.
He took one lobe into his mouth to suck, and then the other, before initiating his sultry approach to her clit. With his tongue gliding over her, January just let herself go and closed her thighs around his head to keep him there.
Nigel continued to kiss her while he slipped his tongue deep inside her. Rolling her head around, she concentrated on every move within. As she clutched his tongue with all her energy, sexual vertigo spiraled her out of control. Again, he mesmerized her with that mouth. January couldn’t get enough, and Nigel didn’t mind spoiling her with his talents.
Her orgasm was almost too much to handle. January had never known such a loss of control—not even in subspace. The continuous rush of pleasure ravaged her. They weren’t even fucking yet, and she felt as if she might faint.
Even when he finally moved away, his fingers remained at her clit, massaging her into one final burst of euphoria. She’d lost track of her orgasms, but it didn’t matter. Nigel had already shattered all records in her book. Now, she couldn’t wait to take his stiff shaft inside her.
Once she could speak again, her raspy voice teased him while he rolled on the condom. “Need help?”
“I don’t think you’re able to do much more than lie back—and hopefully enjoy…”
“I am enjoying.”
“Me, too,” he said with a slow kiss to her lips to give January a taste of herself. “I can’t believe that a famous, sexy woman like you isn’t on the pill.”
“Uh, the ex…had a vasectomy…”
“Damn him.”
Above her, he squatted on that constricted backseat, preparing to give her the loving of her lifetime. Pressing her hands against his chest, she had to feel him and dance her fingers over his nipples.
He took his cock in his hand, and January opened her legs wide for him, resting one on the rear dash. She wished the lighting was better so that she could watch him as they joined, but the feel of him as he filled her left her speechless. She never felt so consumed by a cock. Nigel didn’t even have to move. He could have just remained still all night, and she would have still found her pleasure.
With ease, he glided in and out of her, and her hips harmonized with his as if they danced to a beat all their own. She felt as if they were back at the club beneath the disco ball, gyrating with the rhythm of their collective pleasure.
But it wasn’t just all about his cock. Nigel never stopped stroking, squeezing, kissing and caressing. He engaged her full sense of touch, seasoning her arousal. She wanted him tender—she wanted him rough. She wanted him in every position and perversion she could imagine.
Yet there was no escape from the definitive pleasure he delivered between her legs. His thrusts were like a precise drumbeat, striking her G-spot with every attempt. Entranced with his gallant efforts, she allowed the tears to fall.
Even with tinted windows, there was also something dastardly dirty about screwing in the backseat of a car. The lot was full, and anyone could sneak up from the sides. It was a warm summer night, and they were both glazed in sweat—two slick bodies, driving each other toward fulfillment within the confines of four doors. She hadn’t expected him to be so risqué, and this surprise left her wondering what could possibly follow.
As his hips picked up speed, she kept up with him, matching him thrust for thrust. The intensity of her lust for him escalated as his stiff, bold cock carried her off into oblivion. He couldn’t seem to stop, and neither could she. Harder and faster, he plunged inside her, and January dug her nails into his ass with the hopes of keeping him inside her forever.
Multiple orgasms had always been her forte, but this night with Nigel gave her pause to wonder if she even cared about BDSM
anymore.
She’d consider that in the morning, though. She focused instead on the enthralling heights to which he’d carried her. Now, as they both swerved into gratification, she grabbed his face and kissed him, fueled by the electricity of their collective orgasms.
Furiously, his hips pounded against her, granting her every wish for this glorious moment. She couldn’t breathe—but she couldn’t stop coming—and Nigel gave her those final seconds of pleasure in spades.
Although he said nothing, he didn’t pull away, and he wiped the tears away from her face. His lips soothed her again, brushing over her skin as she rode out the final tremors. His display of sensitivity elicited the calm she suddenly craved. Drifting on this wave of affection, she relaxed and nuzzled her cheek against his chest.
“Did that just happen?” he wondered out loud. January giggled through her tears, but he seemed very serious about his question. “January, I’ve never known—and I doubt I will ever meet again—someone quite like you.”
“Same here…”
Sex aside, he made her think about life and consider the choices she’d made. She hoped this wasn’t just a round of rebound sex because she really enjoyed his company. Anything beyond this week would be difficult, but she managed with Etienne living in France. She just had to get through one lonely summer in Los Angeles first.
“You are truly amazing,” he told her. “I was always happy if I could get a girl to come, but you…you defy science!”
“Well, you helped me along.”
In the quietude, his bashful nature returned. “Um, do you…would you mind if I disengage for a moment?”
Her eyes implored him to stay. “Imma miss your cock…”
“January, I have to get rid of this damn condom.”
“Oh, okay—go!”
His fingers strummed over her ribs as he pulled back from her. “I’ll be back, I promise.”
January’s laughter, though, was nearly as loud as her cries during their escapade. And when he opened the car door, still fully nude, to dispose of their trash, she sat up, only to collapse in his lap. Nigel made her feel manic.
“Well, what did you expect me to do?” he asked. “Save it?”
“There are men in this world who would have paid good money for that on eBay.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you have those kind of fans,” he groaned.
“A few.”
“I feel like we should smoke right now,” he said. “Just like in those old movies.”
“We can bum one and share it when we go back to the club to pick up Xav. We’re in France—someone’s got to have a Galoise in that bar.” She laughed again. “How’s that?”
“Famous—but resourceful. You’re full of surprises,” he said as his fingers traced over her back.
She reached for her purse and went straight for her make-up bag. “So are you.”
As she rolled on her lipstick, Nigel sat back in dismay. “What on earth are you doing?” he questioned her. “You don’t need that.”
“Nigel, I can’t go out there without my lips!”
“No, January, you really can,” he insisted. “And maybe one morning this week, you’ll let me see you truly naked. I’m sure you’re even prettier without a full face of make-up.”
She stopped in the midst of his words and capped her lipstick. Maybe he was right, but she was so used to the grind of her career. Anyone could snap a picture of her at any second. The last thing she needed was to end up in the National Enquirer again, looking like sin dipped in misery.
“There. I put it away. Are you happy?”
He remained in that same position, settled back on the seat, and patted his thighs. “Why don’t you rest across here for a bit?”
Never did she need to be persuaded to crawl into a man’s lap. She particularly enjoyed this closeness with Nigel. Sex seemed to break his boundaries, eroding some of the earlier hang-ups that that stressed him.
Fingertips circling over her, Nigel took a gentle approach…until his hand smacked against her ass.
“Did I do it right?” he asked immediately.
That familiar tingle mingled with Nigel’s own special touch. He certainly didn’t hold back on force that time, and she could feel the confidence in his palm as it struck her cheeks.
“Oh, fuck—that was so good!”
When he cracked her again, she was convinced that she was about to come again. She must have thought out loud because Nigel jerked in response. “You’ll come for this?”
“I sure fucking will!”
“Okay, uh, you can show me tomorrow,” he suggested, suddenly in a panic as he felt around the floor with his foot to find his clothes. “Right now, we should…go pick up Xavier. It’s been a long day…night…and I’m knackered.”
“One more, please? Just one?” she squealed.
The truth was, he was depleted of sexual energy. Nigel had never encountered such a feisty partner in his life. He needed time to recoup for the rest of the week if she’d have him.
“January…” his voice warned her. “It’s time to go home.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Well, it looks like Hot Pants has recovered from her liaison with the Boy Toy last night,” Xavier said as he opened his eyes the next morning. Neither one of them were sleeping much—between their trysts and sharing a bed when they weren’t out. “You’re up awfully early for someone who was so busy last night.”
“Xav, come on.” As she twisted her hair into a makeshift bun, she flicked on her music to drown out his inquisition. Gwen Stefani’s “Make Me Like You” blared from the tiny speaker. “I have a cooking lesson with Clarissa this morning.”
“You fucked Nigel last night, and then you have a date with his mother this morning.” Xavier snickered wickedly. “Oh, you slick one, you!”
Digging through her make-up bag, she searched for her lipstick and thought of the conversation that she and Nigel had in the afterglow. She wasn’t ready to go naked yet.
“I promised Clarissa last night at dinner that I’d cook with her this morning,” she reminded him. “And I did not fuck Nigel—it was making love.”
“Janvier, you make love in the back of a car when you’re sixteen and do not know any better about life,” he began. “When you’re thirty-four, you just fuck there.”
“Thanks, Xav, you just made me lose a few more eggs with that dose of reality.”
“I told you that you wanted a baby!” he shouted in victory. “You did use my condoms last night, didn’t you?”
“Xavier, I would never—ever—consider just…getting knocked up.”
“In the backseat of a car, no less.” When she hit him with his own pillow, he sat up. “At least it was a Jaguar.”
She smudged her lips together and blew a kiss in the mirror. “You know, I wear these lips better than Gwen.”
“Apparently, lipstick isn’t the only thing you have in common,” Xavier said. “She seems to be seeking the company of a younger man since her divorce…”
As she stood up, January flicked off the music. “See you later, maybe…”
“Janvier, wait! Don’t leave me. I need to hear more about Nigel’s cock…”
However, she closed the door behind her and took the steps, two at a time, while whistling “Get Lucky.” She could literally feel the bounce in her step. Nigel made her feel wanted. He gave her hope that she wasn’t just stuck in a rut. She had no idea what the hell was to come, but she planned to enjoy the ride.
Molly and Dickens greeted her at the foot of the staircase. January just had to stop to give those dogs some love. She didn’t even mind when Dickens climbed her legs. “Oh, you know it when someone loves animals, don’t you?”
Somehow, she wiggled away from them and resumed her whistle. Already, she could smell the fresh scones baking in the oven. In fact, she found a part of her heart traveling back home to Kansas with memories of her mother’s homemade treats. January looked forward to getting in touch with her inner-h
omemaker. Maybe she’d learn how to bake cookies or cupcakes one day.
It was awfully hospitable of Clarissa for offering to give her a lesson. They’d set it up so that the breakfast crowd had cleared, and Clarissa could give her complete attention to her pupil.
However, the earth suddenly stopped when January stepped into the kitchen.
“The stables, again?” Clarissa asked. “Nigel, I’m delighted that you’ve found your calling there, but—”
Silence fell between mother and son with January’s sudden appearance. “Oops. Am I too early?”
“Don’t be silly, darling.” Never missing a beat, Clarissa smiled. She truly played her role as mistress of the manor well. “You’ve met my son, Nigel…”
“Miss…January?” Nigel said, and she could tell he was trying his damnedest not to laugh.
“Yes, January Gallimore,” she answered cordially. “How are you?”
“A little sore. Wasn’t feeling so well yesterday, but then I had this sudden boost of energy around nine o’clock. Took a rough, late-night ride, but I’ll be fine.” His bloodshot eyes never left her, and he waited for her to break. January was relatively certain that he was slightly hungover. “You’re whistling that ‘Get Lucky’ song. Good choice.”
“Yeah, it stimulates me—usually when I need a boost of…energy.”
“Well, I should be heading out. Mum, good seeing you this morning.” He gave Clarissa a quick peck on the cheek and then waved to January. “I’m sure I will see you around later.”
With a detached smile, she waved back at him. “Later. I’m sure.”
In fact, they did have plans for the evening. She had no idea what he had in store, but they were set to meet that night after dinner. Xavier had his own plans with a gentleman he’d met at the bar. It promised to be an evening full of happy endings for all.
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