“That’s it. Give me more, stick out your tongue.”
She tried, but it seemed like she’d opened as far as she could. But whatever she’d given him seemed to work, because he squeezed her hands every time his cock kissed the back of her throat. His pleasure gave her power.
“I want you to breathe and then swallow me, take me all the way in. Try for me, Princess.”
When he looked at her like that, she was certain she could. Though she didn’t know how or why. She wanted to. She wanted to take as much of him as she could, to bring him as high as he brought her.
He thrust his hips, stroking her throat again. She sucked and tried, closing her eyes as she concentrated on the sensations until he stilled.
“Look at me.”
She stared up at him, his cock heavy on her tongue.
“Look at me and relax. If you relax and swallow, you can take me. And I want that. I want to be deep in your throat when I come. You can do that for me.”
The way he smirked at her filled her like an aphrodisiac. She wrapped her lips around him and nodded. Hoping she looked as naughty and needy as she felt.
She stared up at him as he rocked his hips, working his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. The taste of him intensified, his clean scent and musky flavor making her hunger for more. For this. Something she never knew she even wanted.
His cock grew even harder as he picked up the pace. She tried to anticipate his thrusts, tried to open her throat and take him. When he released her hands, she grabbed his hips, not wanting to have him pull away, not wanting to fail him.
Pain seared from her right nipple down to her clit. She gasped, and before she could understand, he threaded his hand through her hair and pushed his cock down her throat. His dark curls tickled her nose, the soft globes of his balls on her chin. He pulled her forward by her nipple and anchored her there with his other hand as he fucked her.
Her eyes watered and panic swirled. She couldn’t breathe unless he let her. She was his completely. His breathing grew ragged before he shuddered, his hips jerking as he grunted in pleasure. Her throat tickled and grew hot, and she realized she’d done it. She’d taken him all the way in until he’d come down her throat.
He released his hold and started to slide away. She didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want to let go of the hazy elation at having been exactly what he wanted. She’d never thought she’d be brave enough to show this side of herself to anyone. She grabbed his ass, caressing him with her hands and tongue as she swallowed his pleasure, tasted her victory. Pain bit at her nipple and she reached for it, covering it with her hand, trying to press back the ache.
He slid from her lips and cupped her face in his hands. He wiped the wetness from her cheeks with his thumbs, his hazel gaze swirling with emotion. “You’re hired.”
The heady scent of her arousal filled his lungs like a drug, lifting the entire world from his shoulders. Nothing mattered outside of this room, beyond this woman. A woman whose world he had to rock off its axis, because she would leave tomorrow. And so would he.
That couldn’t be the end.
This had to be their beginning. The magic that swirled between them was too intense to be a passing rush. More like a spark that could ignite a bonfire.
She stared up at him, her luminous-blue eyes glazed with dizzy desire. Her full lips were puffy, pink from the pleasure she’d given him. Her clever tongue darted out, wetting her lips before her mouth formed into a come-hither grin.
“Thank you for the offer, sir. But before I assume the position, I think we should discuss my benefit package.” She winked and he came undone.
He reached under her arms, lifted her from the floor and tossed her backward on to the bed. She made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a giggle as she bounced. He crawled atop her, crushing her into the soft mattress.
He pressed up and stared down at her, her dark curls a stark contrast to the white linens. “I thought it was your pleasure to be my very personal assistant.”
“It is, sir. I enjoy my job very much.” The minx licked her lips again, so he pressed his hips to hers, letting her feel his thickening cock. “There are lots of things I can do for you. Some we can even work on together.”
He groaned and lowered his forehead to the mattress before turning to nip at her earlobe. “I don’t know where you came from, Princess, but I want to live there.”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck and found his lips for a deep kiss, her taste blending with his in a perfect harmony. He melted into her until the sweet smoothness of her mouth reminded him he had other plans. He took the kiss to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her neck. The vibration of her voice as she mewed and whispered drove him lower.
“I’ll need an expense account. For condoms. And a table.”
He rose to his knees and shot her a glare. “What table?”
Her big blue eyes widened as he palmed her breasts, pushing them up and together the way her dress had done. He pinched her nipples and pulled up, loving the way the stretch had her wiggling her legs beneath him.
“What table are you talking about, Princess?”
Her throat undulated as she swallowed, her gaze focused on how he rolled her nipples between his fingers.
“Have you been working with someone else? Are you playing me, looking for the best package?” He pressed his hardness into her, forcing her to still her hips. “Tell me.”
She shook her head, so he let go of one nipple and her breast sank back to her chest. She gasped and tried to reach for it, but he caught her arm.
“Tell me.” He dipped his head and laved the nipple. “Tell me and I’ll make the ache go away.” He pulled the nub deep into his mouth, healing the tip with each soothing stroke of his tongue.
“I didn’t know him,” she whispered in the waning light, so fitting for a naughty story. “I wanted a ride on his motorcycle. He took me away from everything. And then he took me.”
He released the other nipple and held both her arms down as he rose above her. “If you want this position, I have to know about your prior experience. Your expectations, why you decided to move on.” He eased the ache in her other nipple with his mouth and released her arms so he could play with her tits as she spun the story.
“It was just one night.” She threaded her hands into his long hair and anchored him to her as she whispered. “He was so sexy, and he looked at me like I was beautiful. The bike was like a vibrator between my legs. I was wet before we even left the parking lot. He took me to this little room and stripped me.”
Her panted breaths took on a staccato rhythm as he played her breasts, her nails scratching his scalp as she writhed beneath him. He’d never heard anything so erotic as his woman describing the way he’d fucked her.
“I used him like a toy. I wrapped my legs around him and ground myself against his cock until I came. Then he laid me back. He fucked me until I came again. And he kept going. And going. It was…it was primal. So rough. He fucked me so long and hard the table gave way.”
“Did you like it?”
She arched beneath him and tried to force her legs together only to find he’d set his knee so she couldn’t. She wouldn’t be coming on her own, not while he was in her bed.
“Please, I’m so close.” She tried to better align their bodies, but he let more of his weight down on her until she was pinned to the mattress.
“Did you like the way he fucked you? Urgent and raw?”
She nodded and licked her lips, obviously anticipating more of the same.
“Did you taste him?”
She shook her head and traced her fingers up and down the backs of his arms.
“Did he taste you?” He moved his knees to push her legs farther apart.
She shook her head and grinned. “He wanted to see me again. Tonight. But I want you.”
“Me or my money? Did you swallow my cock to get money to fix your boyfriends’ problems?”
Her smile faded. “He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t even know his last name.”
He nodded. “I’ll provide everything you need. Even condoms. So long as no one else is pushing your buttons. Any of them.”
“You came prepared to make that kind of offer?” The grin returned.
“I’m always prepared.” Thank goodness, he’d raided Geirr’s condom stash this morning. You couldn’t buy anything on this rock without everyone knowing your business. And making up the parts they couldn’t figure out.
She opened her pretty mouth to say something, but he was so hard that talking was off the table for now. All that mattered was making tonight better than the last. Making each night they had together on her sexual highlight reel.
He covered her mouth with his hand and her big blue eyes grew wide. “No screaming. If you need to scream, do it into a pillow. I don’t want to be interrupted by someone knocking on the door to tell you not to disturb the neighbors.”
Her lips spread into a grin beneath his palm. He slid his hand down and wrapped it around her throat. Her breath hitched.
“I’m going to make you wetter than you’ve ever been. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”
“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she arched beneath him, offering herself up for his pleasure. And hers.
He removed his hand from her throat and kissed her there, taking the kiss down the center of her body. He bunched a pillow beneath her hips and spread her legs wide so her wet pussy glistened in the light. He parted her lips with his thumbs, her swollen clit drawing his attention.
He settled in, the heat from her sex beckoning him closer. He kissed the lips of her pussy as he would her mouth. Tasting, nibbling, sucking. Her rich, salty taste filled his senses, her passionate sighs like music to his ears. She reached down, her fingertips drawing slow circles on his scalp as he learned her most sensitive spots.
And then he dove in, unrelenting as he feasted. His hands, lips, tongue all worked her until she fisted her hands in his hair, not-so-gentle tugs urging him to her clit. He flattened his tongue against the hard pleasure button and her legs quivered with each undulation of his tongue.
He slipped two fingers within her, feeling his way until the slick texture gave way to firmer flesh. She pushed back against him, a low moan vibrating around the room. He sucked her clit into his mouth, pressing with his lips as he flicked his tongue in rhythm with his fingers. He rubbed and licked until she released his head. With a quick glance up he saw she’d fisted the sheets in one hand while the other squeezed a pillow.
Good thing she was ready, because he couldn’t wait much longer. Using his shoulders at the backs of her thighs, he tilted her hips a little more. With his free hand, he pressed down on her belly, just above her pubic bone. Her legs shook with the intensity, the walls of her pussy squeezing against his fingers.
He released her clit just long enough to speak. “Let go, Princess. I’ve got you.”
She writhed beneath him, fighting it for a moment longer until she dug her heels into the mattress, arching her back as she cried out and came in a gush that soaked his fingers. He sat up and pulled his hand out just in time to see her squirt again. So hot.
Gasping for breath, she fell limp, her legs splaying open in invitation. He’d grown so hard he pinched the head of his cock before protecting them, not wanting it to be over at first thrust. She rolled to her side, pulling her knees up.
“Was that good, Princess?” He leaned over her, kissing her bare shoulder.
“So good,” she whispered without opening her eyes.
“Want more?” He rubbed the smooth skin of her bare ass and then gave it a hard smack.
“Nik!” She gasped and pushed up on one elbow.
He grabbed her hips and dragged her ass in front of him. She rose up on all fours and glanced back at him. He grasped the dark curls at the nape of her neck, fisting the strands. She seemed ready to ask a question, so he answered by easing his cock into her inch by inch. She lowered her head as her pussy tightened around him.
A full-length mirror on the wall captured the sight. The soft curves of her body, the hard lines of his. He pulled her head up by her hair, the erotic sight becoming even more titillating as his gaze met hers in the mirror.
With her pussy so wet, he nearly slipped out when he pulled back. And then he slammed into her. She gasped and jolted forward with each thrust, his balls slapping against her pussy. Her knees began to slide, and he tightened his grip on her hair, holding her head up while he delivered a hard smack to her ass. Her sex clenched around him, so hot and tight he wanted to roar with pleasure. Damn hotel walls.
Instead, he smacked her again, fucking her until her arms gave out, her upper body sinking toward the mattress. He jerked her back by her hair, bringing her body up against his. With his forearm beneath her chin, he nudged her head with his.
“Look at us, Princess.” Such a carnal sight, his body behind hers, her legs on either side of his, his cock pumping into her pussy.
She stared into the mirror, her expression glazed and dreamy. She reached an arm back until her hand rested on his ass, urging him on. He reached down and circled his finger around her clit, then turned and licked the side of her face.
She shuddered, her body quaking with the intensity of her orgasm. All tension left her body and he helped her as she relaxed forward, her upper body resting on the mattress once more. He held her hips in place with one hand, pressing the other over the sweat-dampened skin of her smooth back.
“I’m going to take you now.”
She hummed in response and turned to rest her cheek on the sheet. “Taken by the tycoon.”
He drove into her harder than he’d planned, but for some reason, having her still so deep in the fantasy struck a chord. He grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers into her soft flesh as he pumped into her, racing the beat of his own heart. Her body inched forward with the force of his thrusts, low moans coming every time he pushed into her.
His balls tightened, his own climax building. But what he needed was more than her body, as good as she was. He needed her to know.
“Janny,” he whispered, brushing the hair from her face. “Say my name.”
She didn’t open her eyes, just moaned and tried to push her body back against his, too spent to move much at all.
He tightened his grip on her hips and fucked her harder with each word. “Say. My. Name.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Say. It.” He wanted to hear it, needed to know this was more than a fantasy for her.
She cried out and turned her face into a pillow to stifle the sound.
“Say. My. Name.”
She reached back with one hand, her fingers brushing against his. She probably wanted him to let it go, but he couldn’t. He had to know this was more than a game for her too.
“Say. It.”
She screamed against the pillow, her body tightening around him, her legs shaking beside his as another orgasm rushed through her. Her body collapsed, going slack and heavy in his hands.
She hadn’t said it. An odd stab of frustration passed through him as he eased her down to the mattress and pulled out. He removed the condom and took himself in hand, using her wetness to finish the job. Sweat glistened on her body, her ass cheek red from his slaps, the marks of his fingers still on her hips.
He came with a guttural yell, spurting ribbons of come over her back. He emptied his balls, wishing he’d been able to do it inside of her, to feel her heat instead of the cool air of the hotel room.
With a sigh, he reached for her, massaging her back with his seed. He hadn’t meant to mark her, but he hoped the impressions from his fingers stayed on her hips for days, making her think of him.
He got up and strode to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, bringing back a warm washcloth. He took care of her and then lifted her from the disaster they’d made of the bed. He carried her to the empty bed and climbed in, curling himself around her.
She turned, nestling her body into his. “Nik?” she whispered in the near darkness. “That was the best fantasy I’ve ever had.”
He smiled, his heart warming and body relaxing. “Better than the stranger on the motorcycle?”
“So much better.” She snuggled deeper into him and kissed his chest.
He held her tight, wanting to explain and loving that he didn’t have to. She’d opened the door for him to unleash a dominant streak that would shock most women. Hell, he hadn’t been sure just how far he’d take things until now. Until her. She’d given him permission to act on his desires, let him take care of her completely, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
This went deeper than sex. His chest squeezed, because he doubted either of them were ready for a connection quite like this. Something had changed in that moment when he’d seen her at his feet submitting to him. A tenderness he’d never known tugged at his heart.
Janny yawned and slid one of her legs between his. “If you ever visit Holly on Anguilla, you should look me up.”
“I’ll take the first flight out.”
She gave a small laugh, her breath slowing once more. He couldn’t let this be the end. He twisted one of her ringlets around his finger and knew he’d find a way. Not just into her bed, but into her heart.
Janny settled into the tiny seat on the miniature plane and closed her eyes. All morning, she’d been trying to decide if she should call Nik to say goodbye, but in the end, she’d left his number right where he’d left it, on the notepad at the hotel. What happened in Alaska would stay in Alaska.
She knew better than to get attached, to try and make the memories of a beautiful weekend into more. She wanted to get to know Nik, to indulge in more fantasies with him, to figure out exactly why she’d let him take her places she’d never dared before. But those were all romanticized notions from her reading obsession.
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