Devoted to Pleasure

by Shayla Black

  Her tongue curled around his, then retreated. He chased. She let him catch her. When they tangled again, she moaned and gripped him tighter. Her breath caught in her throat . . . just before she slipped away from his kiss again, easing back until his lips barely covered hers.

  Two could play games. She was about to find that out.

  Cutter sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled it with his teeth before swiping it with his tongue. The first time, she froze. The second time, she gasped. The third time, she opened to him and invited him deep.

  He accepted with gusto, slanting his lips over hers and grabbing her hair in his fist, tugging gently so she couldn’t dance away again.

  She tore away from him. “What are you doing?”

  “Is there a problem?”

  “No.” He didn’t give her the room to shake her head. Instead, she panted, her eyes so green and full of arousal. “I love it.”

  He could have said something about how much he craved kissing her. He could have told her he loved hearing how he affected her. But why prolong the conversation, especially when he could be kissing her again . . . in all kinds of ways?

  “If you like that, sweetheart, wait until I have my mouth on your pussy.”

  He took possession of her lips again, swallowed her surprised gasp. Under him, she squirmed. Her legs parted wider, and he nestled his cock against her soft, pouty folds. Her moisture coated him as she rocked against him, gripping him tighter when he rubbed and ground against her clit.

  Her gasp became an outright moan. She curled her nails into his shoulders. Yeah, he was probably going to have scratches all down his back tomorrow. He didn’t give two shits. In fact, he held her hips and steadied her and rubbed her against his cock right where she wanted it.

  “Yeah . . . Fuck,” he groaned from somewhere deep in his chest as sensations tore through him and left scorching tingles in their wake. “You feel so good. You like that?”

  “Oh, my goodness. I’ve never . . . You’re making me . . .”

  Shealyn didn’t finish her sentence, just trailed off into pleasure and lifted her mouth to his kiss again.

  Cutter was dying to know what she’d never done and just how he was making her feel. He had theories. The best was that, since she didn’t let many close, she didn’t have much sexual experience. Lots of people, himself included, started somewhere in their mid-teens, petting and fumbling and finally fast-talking their way into home base. But her mother had gotten pregnant as a teen, and Shealyn was a naturally cautious woman. How long had she waited? How many lovers had she taken in her past?

  How much could he bowl her over with pleasure?

  Cutter damn well intended to find out.

  He kissed her until she tried to grab at his too-short hair, until she clutched him and moaned and gyrated against his cock frantically, almost unable to catch her breath.

  “You close?”

  She blinked as if the question caught her off guard. “I think so.”

  But she didn’t know? All women’s bodies worked a bit differently, but she either wasn’t very aware of hers . . . or she wasn’t that familiar with a man giving her orgasms. His bet was on the latter.

  “How about if I help that along?”

  “Please.”

  He loved to hear her beg. Listening to her lose composure and wail in need twisted him up. He couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like in climax. He’d bet anything she’d keen so loudly the roof would shake.

  The idea of making her scream for him spurred him on.

  He kissed his way across her jaw, down the column of her neck, making no bones about the fact that he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her nipples and his fingers in her pussy. Then he latched onto both at once. As he curled his tongue around her peak, he glided his fingers over her deliciously hard clit. Then he slipped his fingers past her folds and into her depths. Her whole body jolted as if he’d attached her to a live wire. Cutter held her fast, stimulating her with every pass over her flesh, determinedly making her feel him.

  Beneath him, she arched and dug her heels into the king-size mattress, gripping the comforter and looking at him with sensual panic.

  “You close now?”

  “I’m pretty sure,” she breathed out as if the three words were one.

  He grinned, then gently nipped at the sensitive tip of her breast with his teeth. She hissed and shuddered, holding on to him as if she’d drown without him to keep her afloat.

  In this case, she definitely needed to go under—and he’d be more than happy to push her there.

  “I’ll help that along some more.”

  She gave him a frantic, sharp nod. “Yeah . . .”

  Sitting back on his knees, he looked his way down the soft curves of her body. She had a lean waist and a runner’s legs, but her hips and breasts, soft sighs and even softer skin, made her all woman.

  “Cutter?” She frowned.

  He stopped gawking and went back to giving her the orgasm she craved.

  “Just making sure I’m thorough, sweetheart.”

  That was all the warning he gave her before he shoved her skirt up higher and eased his face between her thighs, breathing across her pussy.

  “Oh, my goodness . . .”

  “I certainly hope it’s good or I’m doing something wrong,” he murmured against her slick flesh.

  Damn, he could smell her, tangy and feminine and alluring. Almost spicy. She riled his senses, made his mouth water. She drove him fucking crazy.

  Time to return the favor.

  With his thumbs he parted her, opened her, exposing the little pearly jewel of her clit. Flushed and hard and, he’d bet, throbbing with need. God, this was going to be heaven.

  He tested her with a slow, experimental drag of his tongue up her center, lingering over the turgid bud before swiping across it once, twice . . . then moving on to lick and nip at her surrounding flesh.

  Her stuttered whimpers of sensual distress and the way she tensed told him she liked it. So he did it again, then again, before settling in to completely dismantle her self-control.

  Shealyn thrashed and wrenched, moving with him and grasping at his head. Her legs stiffened. She held her breath. Beneath his tongue, her clit had turned to stone.

  “How about now? You close?” he teased because he already knew the answer.

  “Yes, damn it! Yes . . .” She all but cried the words.

  “You’re so sweet. Let go now. Relax. Give that pleasure you’re trying to control over to me so we can enjoy it together.”

  Cutter wasn’t sure she would or could. So he stripped her defenses away, gripping her ass in his hands and sucking her needy button into his mouth to lave the very hard tip with his tongue, giving her deep, slow friction.

  She twisted, called out, gasped in. Then her entire body froze. Her clit began to pulse.

  “Cutter!” Shealyn keened out his name at the top of her lungs in a throaty growl as he made her climax.

  Her cry reverberated through his body, making him harder than fuck.

  “Hmm,” he hummed against her flesh, sustaining the sensation and refusing to release her until the pulses stopped, until her body grew limp, until she let out an exhausted sigh of bliss.

  “That . . . was . . . amazing.”

  He kissed his way up her curves with a low laugh. “Hearing your screams was every bit as satisfying for me.”

  A crooked smile lit her face, the corners seeming to reach all the way to her rosy cheeks. Her half-closed eyes made her look happy and sated. As much as he’d heard the cliché about a woman taking a man’s breath away, he’d never given much thought to whether that was possible. Until this moment.

  Hell, he was going to fall in love with her. It might already be too late. He didn’t need the complication. But at least he could console himself
with the fact that only he would leave with a broken heart. Brea would be happy that he’d found even temporary solace, and Shealyn would never know or care about his feelings.

  “Wow.” Shealyn curled a hand around his cheek and blinked, her eyes looking so vivid. “Just . . . wow. Thank you.”

  “You’re thanking me for your orgasm? That’s awfully polite.”

  “Well, thanks for that, too. But I was thanking you for caring about my pleasure in the first place. For being patient and listening to my body and . . .” When she chewed on her lip, it was clear she didn’t want to admit what he already knew.

  “You’ve had less than five lovers, and none of them have understood how to satisfy you—or taken the time to genuinely try. I’m happy to be different.”

  Her mouth gaped open. For a long moment, she said nothing, simply looked at him, stricken and slightly worried. Did she think he would reject her because she lacked experience?

  “How did you know?”

  “I guessed . . . based on your behavior.”

  Finally, she pressed her lips together. “There have only been two, including the one in the blackmail video. The other was my high school boyfriend. We only dated for a few months when we were seniors. We were both virgins and knew nothing about sex. You must think I’m a terrible fraud, playing a singer who can seduce a powerful mogul into risking his family and his empire to be with me, but I . . .”

  “Shh. I don’t think you’re anything except sweet and real and gorgeously corruptible.” He winked to lighten the mood as he smoothed strands of her shimmering blond hair from her face. “But I appreciate your honesty. It helps me understand you, so I can make your body hum from the top of your head to the tips of your pretty toes. It’s also important to me that you feel safe. I never want to push you past what’s comfortable. Nudge, maybe. But right now, I only want to make you feel like the most sensual woman in the world.”

  “When I’m with you, I do.” She cocked her head and stared. “You’re protective and considerate and easy to be with. How are you not married?”

  Cutter stiffened, then forced himself to exhale. Brea hadn’t called him in days. She hadn’t even agreed to marry him. Even if she did, what he had with her would never be like this—close, connected, intimate. They would be friends sharing a name for the sake of the child she’d conceived to save him. She would never begrudge him these moments with Shealyn or any other woman . . . as long as no one else knew. As long as she could hold her head up high in Sunset. On the other hand, Brea might never agree to marry him. The arrangement was logical, but it was completely her choice. And sometimes, the sister of his heart could be unpredictable.

  He shrugged. “Never found the right someone. Now I’m glad so I can be here with you.”

  The sigh she gave him was a little girlish and dreamy. Was she getting attached to him, too? A smart man would maintain some distance, not let whatever was growing between them mess with his heart. Except . . . he didn’t know how to halt the downhill roll of his feelings. The force of it was like gravity, unstoppable and stronger than his human will. Once Cutter made love to Shealyn West, he was afraid he’d lose his heart.

  Fuck.

  “You always say the right thing,” she murmured. “And you always listen. Let me do the same for you now. What’s wrong? Tell me.”

  “I was actually wondering why you’re still single. But I think it’s less that you haven’t found someone and more that you’ve refused to let anyone close.”

  She hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something pithy before she finally settled on something real. “Maybe. Probably. I have a lot of acquaintances, but . . .”

  “You haven’t met anyone you wanted to take a chance on as a lover or a partner.”

  With a shake of her head, she gave him a sideways smile. “That sounds messed up, I guess. It probably is. But you took me by surprise. I’ve had to let you close. After all, you insisted on being in my space.”

  “I can’t protect you in your home when I’m at a hotel.”

  “If it weren’t for that logic, I would have been suspicious of your insistence on staying here. But you swept into my life, totally easy on the eyes. You said the right things, did the right things. As someone who’s currently being exploited because she trusted the wrong person, I worry about it happening again. But you make me feel safe.”

  “Good. I mean to keep you safe.”

  “Is that all you mean to do to me?”

  “Oh, no, Ms. West,” he drawled, reaching onto the nightstand for his condom. “I want to do far more to your body than simply guard it. I’m going to touch you every chance you give me. I didn’t plan any of what’s happening between us, but I’ll be damned if I stop it.”

  “You’ve already made me a happy woman. I don’t know how you’re going to top that.”

  He ripped open the condom with his teeth and sheathed his aching cock. Thank god he was about to get some relief. He’d been focused on Shealyn, so eager to give her ecstasy and show her how she should expect a man to treat her. He wanted her to feel not like a star because that was artificial. He wanted her to feel like the most important woman in the world when she was in his arms. That was damn real.

  “You have to let me try my hardest.”

  “Of course. It’s only fair of me.” She grinned as she held out her arms to him. “I can’t wait to make you feel good, too.”

  “You already do, just by being you.”

  Cutter couldn’t wait to be inside her. But . . . her mouth. He loved it. He fantasized about it. It was perfect for kissing. That puffy bottom lip was the most delectable innocent pink. It turned him on.

  As he covered her body with his own, he settled his hips between her luscious thighs, now spread in welcome. The press of skin sizzled him—hips, abdomens, chests. Shealyn was hot, but together they were an inferno. The temperature only flared higher when he dipped his head and seized her mouth, opening her lips to him and tangoing with her tongue as his eager cock found her opening and began to ease inside.

  Beneath him, she mewled. It was an impatient sound. A desperate sound. It would be so damn easy to lift his mouth from hers and slam his way into her pussy, tag her with rough strokes, and get off in less than two minutes. But that wouldn’t pleasure her. Quick relief wouldn’t be enough for him, either. He wanted to know Shealyn at her deepest level, mentally and physically . . . Hell, in every way she would give herself to him. The warning bells went off in his head again. Yeah, he’d had enough flings to know that, for him, she was no longer casual.

  Cutter ate at her mouth, savoring her flavor and her impatience, as he slowly slid himself into her tight clasp a fraction of an inch at a time. He wanted her wild for him by the time he submerged himself completely. He also wanted to go slow. It had been a while for her. If they had sex again, at some point he’d unleash his aggressive side and he’d take her hard and fast and without mercy. Right now wasn’t the time. He wouldn’t risk hurting her. And if they never had sex again, he wanted to make sure this was an experience neither of them would ever forget.

  Once he slid halfway in, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed at his biceps. She tried to break their kiss, probably to demand that he make everything happen faster. He didn’t work that way; she would figure that out.

  Cutter stroked his palm down her neck, caressed his way over her shoulder, then drifted down to latch onto her hip as he slanted his head and took her lips again. A lot more finesse . . . and a little more force. Another inch of his cock inside her. She gave him a pleading gasp that had triumph spiking through his veins.

  After the orgasm she’d already had, getting her to the pinnacle again would be more challenging. Some women claimed they couldn’t climax from penetration. His philosophy was that those men were probably getting inside their woman and losing their heads, rather than controlling the situation and using the
ir equipment properly. There was always a stroke, an angle, a whispered word that would send an aroused woman over the edge.

  He was so looking forward to finding out what Shealyn responded to.

  Pressing deeper into her mouth, he gripped her other hip in his hands. Lush curves aside, she was a little thing, so tilting her up to his impaling cock was easy. He swallowed her cry into his kiss, so satisfying. She liked that angle. Cutter repeated the motion. Yeah, he was getting to her again.

  Desire rolled over him like a fever. He eased back a fraction. Again, she tried to break free from his lips, a stuttered whine signaling her rising tension. Along with her nails in his arms, he knew he was ramping her body up again.

  Finally, Cutter gave her what she ached for and slowly plunged the rest of his length into her snug clasp. He groaned, his bones almost melting, goose bumps flaring across his skin, his eyes rolling back in his head. Beneath him, the whimper that Shealyn let out was sharper and sweeter. Desperate.

  Oh, he didn’t need words to communicate with her. He could use his body. She was plenty responsive. She was already attuned to his touch, tightening on him and holding her breath, definitely ready for everything he gave her.

  Tightening his grip on her hips, fingers digging into her sweet ass, he held her up and dragged his way out of her pussy. She barely had time to register his withdrawal, the loss of fullness and sensation, before he deepened the kiss and pushed long and slow and hard into her again. The pitch of her mewl went higher, as did the volume, now something near a scream. Yeah, her patience might tell her that she hated his molasses strokes, but her body loved them.

  Cutter repeated the cycle again, then once more, before settling into an unhurried rhythm that soon had her tensing, clawing, panting. He never let up on her mouth and he never rushed a thing, no matter how much his dick tingled or need jabbed him.

  Under him, she began to writhe, crying out with his every downward plunge into her. Apparently, she’d figured out that he would not stop seducing her mouth while he fucked her body, so she finally joined in, giving her all, dragging her tongue along his before parting her lips again to silently demand another kiss.