by Tina Folsom
Or maybe it was simply because she kissed like a woman who knew no boundaries. As though everything was possible, nothing taboo. Not even all the wicked ideas that came to his mind now, the thoughts of how and where he could fuck her, how long he would ride her, how wild their encounter would get. All this because of the way she pressed her alluring body against his while she gave herself over to his kiss. As if he wasn’t a stranger at all, but a lover whom she knew would give her pleasure if only she let him.
Just as he knew that Holly would pleasure him just by allowing him to dive into her body and bury himself so deep inside her that all boundaries would vanish and their bodies would move as one.
Even the kiss was like that: so perfectly in sync were their movements, their strokes, and their caresses that it felt as though they’d done this a thousand times. As if they’d been destined to kiss. He’d never before believed in fate or destiny, but as the kiss turned from passionate to scorching and sent flames shooting through his body that threatened to incinerate him from the inside, he rethought his conviction.
Maybe there was such a thing as fate after all.
A honking sound jerked him from his thoughts and made him release Holly’s lips.
Headlights from a car behind them shone into the interior of his Porsche. Fuck, he hadn’t made out with a woman in a car in years, and he’d completely lost all sense of time and space. If a kiss from Holly could do that to him, what would happen once she was in his bed with his cock buried deep inside her?
He slid back into his seat, waved apologetically to the driver behind him, and pulled through the intersection, speeding up until he’d reached the speed limit.
Only then did he speak again. “If you keep this up, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He gave her a sideways glance. Was Holly as ruffled by the kiss as he?
“I didn’t start it,” she murmured.
He shook his head and let out a soft chuckle. “You did. You propositioned me.” Then he took her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “And had you not done it, I would have asked you to spend the night with me before you had a chance to leave the reception.”
There was no way he would have let an opportunity like this pass him by. Because women like Holly didn’t cross his path every day.
3
By the time Paul pulled into the driveway of a mansion that rivaled the Sinclairs’ house in size and elegance, Holly had managed to slow her heartbeat to near normal. However, her entire body still stood in flames. The memory of Paul’s hard cock pressing against her palm was still fresh, and as real as if she were still touching him through his pants. To say that his size was impressive would have been an understatement. But he wasn’t just big and hard—his shaft had pulsed in her hand as though trying to tell her in Morse code what he desired.
Not that she needed any instructions. She knew very well what Paul wanted. It was what she wanted too: to feel him inside her, to feel him stretch her to capacity, to ride her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Her womb clenched at the mere suggestion of what it would feel like to be taken by a man like him, to hand the reins over to him, to be seduced and not be the seductress the way she had to be with her clients.
Ex-clients, she corrected herself quickly. After all, she had given her notice tonight. She wasn’t an escort anymore. She was a free woman. Free to enjoy the attentions of a sexy single man who by the looks of it was not only drop-dead gorgeous, but appeared uninhibited as well. There would be no awkward fumbling in the dark. No rushed lovemaking. Paul struck her as the kind of man who liked to lavish attention on the women he was with, one who enjoyed pleasuring women. She hoped she was right, because what she needed tonight was a whole lot of pleasure. Just to take the edge off.
After all, lots of changes had taken place in her life only recently: her best friend Sabrina was now married and pregnant, and those two events alone would change their friendship as Sabrina’s priorities shifted to those of a wife and mother. Also, Holly was now unemployed, and the prospect of having to find some way to earn a living was frightening.
“You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” Paul’s voice said close to her right ear.
Holly whipped her head around and noticed only now that Paul had gotten out of the car and was holding the passenger door open for her, his hand extended as he leaned down to her.
She let a seductive smile play around her mouth. “I never get cold feet. And if I did, I’m sure you’d have something to warm them with, wouldn’t you?” For a brief moment, she met his gaze, then dropped it lower to where his pants tented.
She reached for his hand and allowed him to pull her from her seat. But the moment her feet found purchase on the cobblestone circular driveway, Paul lifted her up, making her feet dangle in the air. A moment later, she found herself sandwiched between the car and Paul’s body. And she wasn’t entirely sure that the car was the harder surface of the two. Well, particularly one part of Paul, the one that now pressed against her with singleminded determination.
“Warm you, huh? Is that what you want, Holly?” he murmured, dropping his lips to her neck, where his hot breath scorched her before he soothed the spot with a kiss.
“Yes.”
Holly slid her hands around him, placing one on his nape and allowing the other to travel to his backside. His very firm and toned backside, as she discovered a second later. It appeared that Paul not only looked good in a tuxedo, but the body that was hidden beneath it was also in good shape. She’d always liked a man who took care of his body.
Paul kissed her neck, while his hands worked themselves up her torso. When his fingers slid over her breasts, she sucked in a quick breath, startled by the thrill that charged through her. She was used to being touched by men, by strangers, and she’d learned to suppress her body’s involuntary reactions and instead always played her role, only showing what she knew the men wanted to see.
With Paul it was different. As though her body refused to play the same game any longer. Now that she’d quit, it stripped away the mask she’d worn for so long. Underneath it, her insecurities and her vulnerability were hidden. But now, as Paul peeled away layer after layer of her outer shell simply by his touch, she felt bare. As though she were naked.
And she might as well be, because the way Paul touched her breasts now, kneaded them in his palms, and rubbed his fingers over their hard peaks, she felt it so intensely he might as well be caressing her naked skin.
When he lifted his head from her neck, his eyes were dark. She could see the storm clouds that had gathered in them.
“Oh God,” Holly whispered when she realized what was going to happen. Paul would make her feel what it was like to be a real woman. And then, afterward? Would she be able to go back to her life and pretend she could live without such passion and desire in her life? Or was it better not to know what kind of passion was possible?
The decision was made for her when Paul captured her lips and kissed her. She couldn’t stop now. Already she could feel her arousal drench her panties. She needed this. She needed to feel. For so long she hadn’t allowed herself to feel anything.
With her hand on his butt she yanked him closer, rubbing herself against his ever-growing hard-on.
A loud moan was torn from his throat, and he ripped his mouth from her. “Fuck!” Paul glared at her, though somehow she knew he wasn’t angry. “You keep that up, Holly, and we’re not even gonna make it into the house, let alone the bed.”
“Who says I need a bed?” she challenged him, knowing that for now she had the upper hand.
“I do.” Paul dipped his head to her cleavage. “A woman like you deserves something soft against her back. A woman like you deserves a whole lot of things.” He planted small kisses along her exposed flesh while his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed gently.
Holly tossed her head back, leaning it against the low roof of the car. “And what are you planning to give me, Pa
ul?”
“I’m going to give you every last inch of my cock, my fingers, my lips, and my tongue, and I’m going to fuck you until I’m too exhausted to move another limb. Will that do for a start?” He lifted his head and locked eyes with her.
She swallowed, her insides heating at the knowledge that there would be no holding back tonight. “It might.” She paused for effect. “If I get to taste your cock before you drive it into me and ride me with it.”
Paul groaned and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, they were blazing at her. “Fuck, Holly!”
He released her all of a sudden, slammed the car door shut and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to the door with him. Holly heard keys clink against each other, then Paul jammed one into the lock and unlocked the door.
A moment later she was inside the dim foyer and the door shut behind them. A low lamp from the stairs provided enough light so she could see Paul’s silhouette.
“You wanna suck me?” he asked gruffly.
Her lips formed into a smile. She loved seeing him like this, knowing she was robbing him of his control.
“You didn’t think it would be enough for me only to touch your magnificent cock through your pants, did you?” She reached for him and pressed him against the door at his back.
Paul voiced no protest. “Then take me out and get on your knees. Show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth.”
Holly pressed her hand over his bulge, noticing how it had grown even bigger since she’d touched him in the car. Then her hands moved higher, and she started to unzip him. Slowly, yet without hesitation.
4
He’d gone completely insane! There he was, standing in the foyer of his parents’ house, ordering Holly to take his hard-on out of his pants and suck him.
Paul ran a shaky hand through his hair. Why was he behaving like a caveman with her? He was the suave seducer, the man who wined and dined his dates, who seduced them with tender touches and sweet words, with passionate kisses and expert lovemaking. He didn’t order women to get on their knees to suck him—not because he didn’t like a good blowjob (he did as much as the next guy), but because that particular pleasure wasn’t something most women were willing to grant on a first date. Asking for it made any man look like a selfish lover. And he certainly wasn’t that.
But there was something about Holly that turned him into a much more dominant and demanding lover than he liked to see himself. In fact, she drove him positively wild.
Holly’s warm hands shoved his pants to midthigh, lowering his boxer briefs in the same movement. When her palms brushed the front of his thighs, he welcomed the electrical charge that raced through his body, and pressed himself more firmly against the oak door at his back.
He stared down at her, not wanting to miss a single second of their erotic encounter. His cock jerked when Holly dropped to her knees, bringing her head in line with his groin. Her mouth opened and her pink tongue appeared and swiped over the head of his cock in an almost leisurely action. The contact nearly made him choke on his next breath.
“Fuck!” He’d never felt anything as electrifying as the gentle caress of Holly’s tongue. Instinctively, he pressed his hands flat against the wood, trying to stop himself from taking her head and shoving his cock into her mouth like the impatient man he was.
Instead, he took a steadying breath and watched as Holly licked all the way down the sensitive underside of his shaft, while her hands moved up his thighs until one brushed over his balls.
Paul nearly jumped out of his skin. He suppressed a curse and clenched his jaw. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over sooner than he wanted it to be.
The vixen at his feet continued her tantalizing torture by licking his cock as if it were an ice cream cone, her warm tongue lubricating him, the texture of it making him hiss with pleasure. With every swipe she heightened his arousal, and with every second that passed, he grew more impatient to bury himself in her sweet heat.
He’d never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he wanted to drive his cock into Holly, and he didn’t care whether it was her mouth or her pussy he invaded first. Either seemed equally thrilling. Though he had to admit that seeing her kneel in front of him and feeling her tongue pleasure him made one option slightly more tempting at this moment than the other.
“Goddamn it, Holly! Don’t play with me!” The words were out before he could stop himself. There was no way back now. If she thought him pushy, he couldn’t help it, but he needed to be inside her. “Take me into your mouth or I’m going to rip your dress off and fuck you right here on the floor!”
His breath hitched when he suddenly felt her hand around the base of his shaft, gripping him firmly. Then her lips were around his cockhead, and a split second later he found himself engulfed in her hot, wet mouth.
A ragged breath tore from his chest, and his entire body visibly shuddered with pleasure. He had to brace himself more firmly against the door, afraid his knees would buckle, so intense were the sensations that rushed through him. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to burst through his chest wall, and his pulse raced as if he were running the hundred-yard dash in under nine seconds. Sweat built on his neck and chest and started to soak his tuxedo shirt.
He felt more like an animal than a man when he reached for Holly and rested his hands on her shoulders. His hips started to move of their own volition, and he pumped into her mouth in a steady rhythm. Her breath caressed him in concert with her tongue, and the sucking motion of her lips teased his nerve endings, creating a tingling sensation that shot straight into his balls—balls Holly was still cradling and now started to squeeze with more pressure.
She knew exactly what a man liked. Somehow he’d known that the moment she propositioned him. When he’d looked at her lips, he’d realized instantly that those lips would suck him perfectly and give him the kind of pleasure only an experienced woman could give a man. Why some guys were fascinated with virgins, he couldn’t fathom. He much preferred a woman who knew how to use her body for pleasure. Hers as well as his.
And to Holly’s pleasure he would see shortly. Just as soon as he could command his cock to free itself from the enticing prison it found itself in.
Paul looked down at her, watching how her head rocked back and forth. Her blond curls brushed against his naked thighs with each movement, caressing him like a soft ocean breeze.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with more pressure, and the intensity of it made him press against her shoulders, pushing her back a few inches so his cock slipped out of her mouth.
“Fuck, Holly! Are you trying to kill me?” Because for certain, if she continued like this, his parents’ staff would find him on the floor of the foyer in the morning, intense pleasure and lust having destroyed his body.
Holly glanced up at him, her lips glistening, her eyes glinting with the kind of wanton sheen only a seductress could conjure up. “Can’t take any more? What a shame. I had a few more things planned for you.”
Paul pulled her up and yanked her against him. “Maybe later. But right now, I need to get you onto your back with your legs spread wide and my cock deep inside you. Can we do that?”
“We can do anything we want,” she murmured, and pressed her sex against his hard-on. “And by the looks of it, you’ll be more than capable of doing all kinds of things with that big cock of yours.”
That Holly found him big, he acknowledged with pride but without a word. Instead, he slid his hand into her hair and drew her head closer. “Don’t you worry about that. Once you’re in my bed, all you’ll have to do is breathe. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She batted her lashes at him. “I hope that’s not all macho-speak and is backed up by some action.”
Paul brushed his lips over hers. “I’ll give you all the action you can take.”
Even if she’d wanted to respond to his last claim, he didn’t give her the chance, because his mouth devoured hers a moment later, kissing her passio
nately and giving her a preview of what she could expect in his bed.
5
Paul closed the bedroom door behind them. It had taken them only a few moments to rush up the elaborate staircase and hurry down the hallway to his bedroom, with Paul haphazardly holding up his pants.
Those few seconds had done nothing to quench Holly’s thirst for the virile man she’d seen glimpses of in the foyer. When she’d sucked him, she’d sensed the raw lust and unadulterated passion that ran through his veins. She’d enjoyed taking him into her mouth and licking him. The shudders that had gone through him had reverberated in her body and sent tiny shockwaves to her center of pleasure.
Holly knew her sex was drenched with her arousal, though Paul had barely touched her. She was ready for him to take her without any prelude. If he ripped off her dress right here and bent her over the upholstered bench that framed the foot of the king-sized bed, she wouldn’t object. Instead, she’d spur him on to take her hard and fast so that she could finally find the release she’d been craving ever since she’d gotten into his car.
His claim that he would fuck her on the cold stone floor of the foyer if she didn’t suck him immediately had gotten her hotter than she’d ever been. No man had ever dared talk to her like that, not even her clients. Well, former clients, she reminded herself once more. And she found she liked the way Paul talked to her. She liked the way he told her exactly what he expected of her. Because it was what she wanted too. Tonight, she wanted to be reckless.
Holly walked closer to the bed.
The carpet swallowed Paul’s footsteps as he approached her from behind, but she heard him nevertheless. First he kicked off his dress shoes, then his pants. He tossed them near the bed, where they landed with a thud as his cell phone slipped from the pants pocket and bounced against the leg of the nightstand.
“Are you starting without me?” she asked, and turned just as he took off his jacket and tossed it carelessly in the same direction as his pants.