Buttons and Grace

by Penelope Sky

  “You aren’t going to stop until you get what you want, are you?”

  All he did was harden his gaze.

  That was all the answer I needed. We would have a night of great sex, I would slip out in the morning, and then we would pretend it never happened. That was the perfect setup for me—assuming he was a man who could keep a secret.

  His big hand moved to the small of my back, his large fingers taking up most of the area. He gave me a gentle squeeze, bunching up my dress behind me. He positioned me closer to him, his face almost pressed to mine. “Titan, do you want to fuck me?” His eyes focused on my lips, wanting to see the answer and not just hear it.

  The attraction was there the second I’d laid eyes on him. I was aroused by his power, his confidence, his relentless determination. I didn’t care about his wealth, but I respected his discipline to attain it. I liked a man who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted—even if that very thing was me. He body rippled with tight muscles, and he had a smile that could melt my panties right down my legs.

  I stepped closer to him and pressed my lips against the corner of his mouth. It was a soft touch, hardly a kiss, but it was enough to make the warmth flush through my body. It was enough to make my fingertips go numb. “Yes.”

  * * *

  His penthouse was at the very top of a skyscraper. It had a panoramic view of the city, and everything was touched with dark masculinity. Without knowing the occupant of the house, I would have guessed it belonged to a man of Hunt’s description.

  Hunt walked to the bar inside his kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”

  I didn’t care about having a drink. I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall into a pile on the floor. Standing in only a black thong and heels, I shot him a fiery look before I helped myself to his bedroom down the hall, knowing he watched me the entire way.

  I sat at the edge of the bed and slipped off my heels, knowing he would join me in a matter of seconds.

  He made his appearance just as I stood up, now in just the lacy thong that barely covered anything.

  He stopped in the doorway and stared at me, his dark eyes lusting over every curve of my body. He took in the sight of my tits, watching my small nipples harden under his dark stare. His gaze sank down my waist to my legs before it moved back up again.

  I played with the lace of my panties before I pulled them down my legs.

  He watched the entire time.

  I scooped up my panties from the ground then approached him, buck naked in his bedroom. My hands went to his belt, and I removed it before I got his slacks loose. When they were open and he was accessible, I wrapped my panties around his length, letting his cock feel how soaked I was.

  He breathed against my mouth and gripped my waist with his large hands, his fingers digging into my skin like pressure points. One hand slid to the fall of my hair and cupped the back of my head. His eyes were on my lips, but he didn’t kiss me just yet. He drew it out, teasing me.

  I’d never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life.

  He moved his mouth to mine and kissed me, sending his heated breaths directly into my mouth. The initial touch was soft and slow, both of us gentle as we explored one another for the first time.

  Our lips didn’t move at all, just pressed together.

  And then he kissed me harder, his lips moving against mine with restrained intensity. His fingers moved along the back of my neck as he tightened his grip. His other hand cupped my tits, and he massaged it aggressively, his thumb flicking over my nipple.

  Then his tongue came next, diving into my mouth until it met mine.

  We kissed, sucked, and licked one another.

  My hands moved to his shirt, and I got the buttons loose, revealing lines of muscle and power. He was fit and strong, his pectoral muscles slabs of concrete. His abs were a perfect six-pack, and there were strong lines defining the V of his hips.

  My fingertips worshiped his body like it was a shrine.

  I moaned into his mouth when I felt the flood of moisture pool between my legs. I was so slick I could take his monster cock with ease. My fingers measured him as I wrapped my panties around his length.

  And he was definitely impressive.

  My fingers stroked his cock, dragging the inside of my panties down his length. I smeared my own lubrication all over him, making him just as slick as I was.

  Now he moaned into my mouth, his cock twitching in my hands. He yanked his shirt off then guided me backward to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, forcing me to sit down.

  Hunt pulled his boxers down, my panties dropping with him.

  He was so sexy.

  He was six foot three of pure sex, pure fantasy. Tanned skin was tight across his powerful body. He was strong in all the right places, and soft nowhere the eye could see. He had a tight and muscular ass and a torso that could break down a brick wall. His dark hair was perfectly styled because my fingers hadn’t destroyed it—yet.

  His cock was the most impressive feature, nine inches and noticeably thick. He let me stare at it, obviously proud of the tool he was about to fuck me with.

  I licked my lips, deeply impressed.

  His eyes narrowed in hunger, and he ripped open a foil packet and rolled a condom onto his length.

  Finally, the best part.

  We moved to the head of the bed, and he positioned himself on top of me, obviously wanting to fuck me exactly the way I was. His massive body forced mine to sink into the bed, the pillows surrounding me because his weight was heavy. I parted my knees so his hips could fit between my thighs. I wanted to give this man plenty of room, knowing he was going to rock me just the way I wanted.

  He held his head above mine and rubbed his cock against my folds. “How do you want me to fuck you? Slow and deep—”

  “I want it hard.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me, sliding the head of his cock inside me. The second I felt him, I moaned, my mind deliriously happy with this beautiful man on top of me.

  Diesel widened my legs farther and thrust himself hard inside me, giving me all nine inches immediately. The headboard smacked against the wall at the motion because there was so much force in the movement.

  “Yes…” My nails tested his skin, feeling the softness I wanted to slice through. My ankles locked together around his lower back, and I gripped his shoulders as an anchor. I used the muscles of my arms and back to move him inside me, to sheathe his fat cock over and over.

  Hunt watched me, excitement flaring in his eyes. He adjusted his arms before he started to move, fucking me hard just the way I asked. He fucked me so hard the wooden headboard would definitely leave a mark in the wall.

  He grunted and breathed, using his tight ass to bury his desire between my legs. The slick sounds our adjoined bodies made caused both of us to groan in pleasure more than once. My legs widened to give him more room, feeling his enormous body work hard to fuck me the way I asked.

  I was gonna come.

  And not just come like a normal person.

  But fucking explode.

  “Hunt…you’re gonna make me come.”

  He gripped the back of my hair and kept me firmly in place as he smacked into me, his balls slapping against my ass. Every inch of his big length hit me over and over again. He looked me in the eye, fiery and aggressive.

  I came with a scream, my entire body tightening as his cock did amazing things to me. My nipples hardened into diamonds, and I dragged my nails down his back as he brought me into home plate. I gushed all over his cock, my cream sheathing him all the way to the balls. “Hunt…”

  He was about to come. I could see the desire building up in his eyes. It was only a matter of seconds before he filled the tip of the condom.

  I rolled him onto his back and straddled him without pulling him out of me. I balanced on the balls of my feet and pressed my hands against his chest. I lowered myself over and over, taking his big cock without breaking my stride. My thighs ached and my ass was ti
ght, but that didn’t slow me down.

  Hunt moved underneath me, thrust his hips up so he could fuck me even faster than he did before. We moved together at lightning speed, fucking like animals that hadn’t been ravaged like this in all our lives.

  “Come,” I commanded, working so fast my tits were shaking up and down. Sweat coated my body, and my hands nearly slipped against his chest. It was so much work, but damn, it felt so good.

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him, shoving all of his cock inside me as he came. A masculine groan escaped his lips, filling his bedroom and my ears. He twitched inside me, come filling the tip of the condom as his cock was lodged deep inside me. “Fuck…Titan.” He closed his eyes for a brief second as he recovered from the scorching orgasm that nearly killed both of us.

  It was good, even better than I expected. Hunt knew how to fuck just like he knew how to make money. His cock was humungous, exactly what I wanted in a partner. He had the tools that could fix my engine anytime.

  I pulled off him and lay beside him, catching my breath now that I was sweaty and warm. I eyed the tip of the condom and saw all the come he’d released for me. There was tons. I would have struggled to swallow it if I’d been on my knees, sucking his cock. I was satisfied, but a part of me wished that come were sitting deep inside me.

  It was one of my kinks.

  Hunt was quiet as he caught his breath beside me. He eventually closed his eyes, and when his breathing changed, I knew he’d slipped into sleep.

  That’s when I got dressed and left.

  Hunt

  When I woke up the following morning, she was gone.

  No note.

  Nothing. Nada. Zip.

  That woman didn’t mess around, did she?

  Every woman I’d taken back to my place had stayed until the following morning. Most of them, even longer than that. And it even got to the point where I had to offer to give them a ride home because they weren’t getting the hint.

  But she must have left the second I pulled out of her.

  She was like a man—but as a woman.

  My week passed with its usual chaos. There was too much to do and not enough hours in the day. Even if I worked around the clock, I still wouldn’t be able to manage everything. With executives managing places I never physically visited, I still wasn’t covering enough ground.

  But to a man like me, even everything wasn’t enough.

  I got lost in my work enough that I stopped thinking about the woman I’d taken back to my apartment. But like a sinister thought that just wouldn’t go away, she haunted me. She popped back into my brain at the strangest times, even in the middle of a meeting.

  I didn’t tell my friends about her, keeping my word to Titan. She didn’t want anyone to know about us, to avoid the public obsession that followed me everywhere I went, and I respected her request.

  I was a gentleman, after all.

  And I made her come like every gentleman should.

  But I’d expected her to call my office or get a hold of my phone number. I’d left a business card with her assistant so she would know how to reach me. But I didn’t hear a peep out of her.

  It was like that night never happened.

  I should be happy. That’s exactly how I liked most of my affairs—with a clean break. As soon as I shut the door, I never wanted to see that woman again. I didn’t want her to blow up my phone asking for another date.

  But now that all I had was silence, I second-guessed my preferences.

  I thought being with her once would satisfy me enough to stop thinking about her.

  But fuck, I wanted her more.

  What the hell?

  Was it because the sex was that good? Or was it just because she didn’t give a damn whether I lived or died?

  Beats me.

  There was an opening to a new club downtown that I received an invite to. I was planning on going with the guys to spend money, hook up with women, and talk shit about any competition we had.

  And I wondered if she would be there.

  She had been at Atlas, which had the same owner as this new place.

  My chances were good. I would meet with her again naturally and see where things went. If she weren’t there, then I’d have to figure out another plan.

  * * *

  The sound of the bass drowned out most of the conversation. Pine and Mike both had a girl under their arms in the booth. One of the women’s friends sat next to me, but I didn’t make a pass. She was pretty, of course, but my mind was elsewhere.

  My eyes were glued to the entrance.

  We got there late, on purpose. We never showed up to anything until the last minute, and of course, there was always a table waiting for us. My eyes glanced to a group of women that walked inside, but none of them was Titan.

  Pine waved his hand in front of my face. “Who are you looking for? You’ve got a perfect ten right here.” He pointed his thumb at the nameless blonde beside me.

  I didn’t answer him, my eyes still on the entryway.

  “I bet he’s looking for Titan,” Mike commented.

  “You’re still on her?” Pine asked incredulously. “She’s hot but seems uptight.”

  “She’s not uptight.” I couldn’t diminish the anger in my tone. He hit a trigger I didn’t know I had.

  Pine raised both hands when he realized he’d pissed me off. “Fine…she’s not uptight. You are.”

  That insult was okay—if it was meant for me. Because I was the most uptight guy on the planet.

  “Anything more happen with her?” Pine asked.

  I told my friends everything. We’d been through a lot together, a lot of ups and downs. It was felt strange not telling them the truth when they asked me a direct question, but I had to protect her reputation. “No.”

  “Then you’re never going to seal the deal,” Pine said.

  “She’s with Thorn Cutler anyway,” Mike said. “They’ve been on and off since I can remember.”

  My head snapped in his direction so hard I almost pulled a tendon. “What?”

  “Thorn Cutler,” Mike repeated. “You know him.”

  I’d heard of the guy, but I didn’t care about that. “She’s seeing him?”

  Mike shrugged. “That’s what I heard. It doesn’t seem like it’s ever been confirmed or denied because their relationship is pretty secretive, but they’re spotted together all the time.”

  She had a boyfriend?

  Did she cheat on him with me?

  My blood boiled at the thought, disgusted that any human being would do such a deceitful thing. But when I thought about her character, her obvious concern about the world’s perception of her, that didn’t make sense. There must be some kind of explanation.

  I’d give her the benefit of the doubt.

  “Speaking of the devil…” Pine nodded to the entryway.

  Titan walked inside with Thorn Cutler right beside her. They didn’t hold hands or show any affection, but they were close to each other, closer than two friends would stand together. The two girls I saw her with last time came up behind her. One was a supermodel, and another was a fellow business owner. She kept a tight circle just the way I did.

  They sat at a table that had obviously been reserved for them. Thorn ordered their drinks, getting her an Old Fashioned like she liked, and they talked amongst themselves. Laughs were exchanged, and smiles were plastered on the faces.

  Thorn and Titan were close together, their shoulders touching. Thorn looked into the crowd, more preoccupied with seeing who else was there than paying attention to her.

  I found that odd.

  When I stared longer than I should, I looked away. I didn’t know what my next move was. Thorn complicated matters. It was none of my business if she was sleeping with him or not, but I wanted to know anyway.

  * * *

  I entertained myself watching them together on the dance floor. The girls moved to the music, and it wasn’t long before men joined them, doing t
heir best to get as close as possible. One guy grabbed Titan’s hand and spun her around.

  She went with it.

  My eyes immediately went to Thorn.

  He watched them before he pulled out his phone and texted someone.

  He didn’t give a damn—at all.

  Now I was even more suspicious than before. If Titan were my woman, I wouldn’t let her dance with some guy while I busied myself on my phone.

  They kept moving with the music, and when his hand slid around her waist something inside me snapped.

  I got out of my seat, walked onto the dance floor, and took her for myself.

  What the hell was I doing?

  I spun her around and pulled her into my chest, dancing with her like I’d been there the whole time.

  The look Titan gave me was a mix of horror and utter surprise. She faltered in her moves before she picked up the beat again.

  I stared the guy down, telling him to back off if he wanted his head to stay on his shoulders.

  He made the right decision and walked away.

  I pulled her close to me and danced with her, our eyes locked together just the way they were when we fucked in my bed just a week ago. I remembered exactly how it felt to be between her legs. My cock was rock-hard and about to burst every second I was buried between her legs. The sound of her orgasm would be permanently embedded in my mind for the rest of time, along with the face she made when she came around my dick.

  Her friends finished the song and walked away with their dates, hitting the bar to rehydrate. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her off the dance floor, away from her friends and mine.

  She didn’t pull away like I thought she might.

  When we were in the darkness away from everyone, I finally spoke my mind. “It’s been a while, Titan.”

  “I suppose.” She adjusted her hair with her fingertips, taming the wild strands after hitting the dance floor. She wore a sleeveless burgundy dress, a nice color for her skin tone. She wore diamond earrings that were worth more than most people’s cars. The necklace around her throat looked ten times as expensive. She didn’t lavish herself with jewels, but she definitely wore classy pieces to highlight her stature.