“Please,” she begged.
As much as I wanted to take my time and torture her until she could barely take the pleasure, I couldn’t ignore the desperation in her tone. “I think I’ll eat you like your sweet, little pussy is candy.”
I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and stroked, enjoying the slippery feel of her desire. My cock throbbed as I stroked her hard, little nub. Her body trembled beneath me, and I slid my fingers lower, teasing the entrance to her dripping pussy. I hovered there, without filling her, until she whimpered in need.
“Do you want my fingers in you?”
“Yes, please.”
I filled her with two thick fingers, pumping them while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her head fell back against the pillows, and her hips moved in rhythm with my hand.
“And my tongue? Do you want that, too?”
“Fuck yes,” she bit out.
Lowering myself between her legs, I tilted her hips up. It gave me better access to her swollen, glistening pussy. I pushed her legs wider, wanting her open and vulnerable to me. With her hands in my hair, I leaned forward and placed my mouth upon her, running my tongue up her slit. She tasted so fucking good, and I was a man starved for her.
I devoured her pussy, nuzzling deeper. Flicking and sucking at her clit with my tongue. Stroking it into her tight hole. I couldn’t get enough of her. When she threw her head back and cried out her orgasm, I sucked harder, slipping my fingers deep into her pussy. She shuddered beneath me as I stroked her G-spot. Her legs trembled and her screams filled my ears while I ate her through it until she collapsed against the mattress.
I kissed my way up her body. Swirling my tongue around her belly button. Catching her pebbled nipples between my teeth. Loving the satisfied gleam in her green eyes when they opened again.
“The things you can do to me with your mouth and fingers. In-fucking-credible.” She skimmed her fingers down my chest and over my stomach until her palm came to rest on my rock-hard cock. “But I can’t wait to see what you can do with this.”
“I think we’ve both waited long enough, don’t you?”
“Too fucking long,” she agreed, wrapping her fist around my hard length and stroking up and down.
I rose up on my knees and spread her legs apart. Reaching over, I grabbed one of the condoms I’d put on the bedside table and pressed it into her hand. “You wanna do the honors?”
“Sure,” she laughed, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it down my length.
“You ready for me to fill you up?”
“Yes!”
I bent my head, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pressing me to her chest as I moved from one tit to the other until she was begging me to take her. I traced her pussy lips, slipping inside to make sure she really was ready for me. “Fuck, yeah. Your pussy is going to feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.”
“Now!” she bit out. “Please.”
I nudged against her, making her moan. Inch by inch, I slid inside, moving as slowly as I could manage. My body shook with the effort of restraining myself from slamming inside with one powerful thrust. I was hard as a rock, and I had to work my way in, stretching her wide as I went deeper. Finally, after what felt like hours, I was seated inside her tight pussy. “Fucking perfect.”
“God, yes.”
I pulled out a little, angling my hips for better leverage before sinking in even deeper. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her heels digging into my muscles. Her head was thrown back, bright red strands of hair strewn across my pillows. Her eyelids were low over her passion-filled eyes, and the muscles in her neck were stretched taut.
“Tight.”
I stroked into her a little more forcefully.
“Gorgeous.”
Bending my head, I sucked at the spot where her neck and shoulder met, leaving a red mark behind.
“And mine. Finally fucking mine.”
She curled upwards, cupping my cheeks with her palms and bringing me close so she could kiss me.
“Then fuck me like I’m yours, Jason.”
I stilled, my eyes jerking up to meet hers, uncertain if I’d heard her correctly. Her gaze burned into me as she nipped at my bottom lip. My cock jerked inside her as I realized she really had just told me to fuck her like she was mine. And then I did, pounding into her like an animal until sweat dripped down my body. I couldn’t hold a single thought in my head outside of one.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed, obliterating any semblance of control I had left.
I held her hips in a tight grip, barreling in and out of her. The sound of my skin slapping against hers filled the air. Her cries and my grunts punctuating each thrust. Her pussy fluttered around my cock as I felt her body tighten beneath mine. I felt the telltale tightening of my cock and balls, and reached down to rub at her swollen clit, determined to take her with me when I came.
“Yes! God, Jason! Yes!” she screamed, bucking against me as her pussy milked my cock.
I pounded into her twice more before planting myself deep and my release roared through me. My cock jerked over and over again, my orgasm more intense than anything I’d ever felt before.
“Holy fuck, firecracker,” I panted when it was over, reluctantly pulling out of her body and rolling to my side, taking her with me. “That was—” I couldn’t think of a word to describe what it had been.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “It really was.”
“Even better than my dreams.”
“For me, too.” She smiled up at me. “But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook for that list idea.”
“Give me ten or fifteen minutes, and we can start crossing stuff off it today.”
“Ahh, one of the advantages to sleeping with a younger man.”
I knew she was kidding, but a part of me didn’t react well to her joke. “You’re not just sleeping with me. You’re mine, and I’m happy to show you how much you’re mine again.” I glanced down at my cock. “After I get rid of this condom.”
I turned her onto her back, and slid off the mattress.
She whistled, making me look over my shoulder at her. “Nice ass!”
I made sure to clench my glutes as I walked the rest of the way to the bathroom. I worked damn hard for them, I’d might as well let her appreciate them properly, after all. After I got rid of the condom and cleaned up, I grabbed a washcloth for Cecily and ran it under cold water. Walking back into the room, I leaned over her and gently wiped between her legs.
“Thanks,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink.
“I had my tongue, fingers, and cock shoved deep inside you, but you’re embarrassed by me helping to clean you up after?”
“I guess when you put it that way,” she laughed.
When I was done, I tossed the washcloth into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the mini fridge in the other room.
“Are you hungry? I can order something up from room service,” I offered as I climbed in next to her on the mattress. Then I handed her one of the bottles, twisting the cap off first.
“I was going to say that you didn’t have to book us a hotel room—let alone an amazing suite like this—for the weekend just to make this special.” She tilted her head back and peered up at me, her cheek resting against my chest. “But the lure of room service has me rethinking that.”
My eyes widened in surprise as I went over all of our conversations. As impossible as it was, I’d never told her about the hotel or my parents’ business. “Fuck, I hate to admit it, but I didn’t get the room because of you.”
“What do you mean?” Her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“This is where I live.”
Her head jerked back. “You live in a hotel suite?”
“Yeah.”
“No wonder you’re so damn good with hotel room key cards, you freaking live in one!”
Considering how my childhood was spent, I ha
d more than my fair share of experience with them. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll share the secret to my ninja key card skills with you later.”
“Oh, I can be good. Really, fucking good.” She set her bottle of water on the bedside table. “But those aren’t the ninja skills I’m interested in.”
“They aren’t, huh?”
“Nope.” She winked at me as she grabbed my bottle of water and put it down next to hers. “I’d much rather you prove your ten to fifteen-minute claim from earlier.”
I tugged on her hand, lowering it down to my hardening cock. “There’s your proof, right there.”
She wrapped her fingers around my length, gliding up and down. “In one of my dreams, you had me on my hands and knees, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed. You stood behind me, your hands gripping my hips as you fucked me hard and fast. I think we should cross that fantasy off my list first.”
Between the feel of her hand and the image that burst into my head at her words, I’d gone from half-chub to a rod of steel between my legs. Flipping her over, I got to work on giving her exactly what she’d dreamed.
12
Cee-Cee
The weekend-long sex haze didn’t clear from my brain until I was walking into my office on Monday morning. I’d gotten ready in Jason’s hotel room before heading to work. I’d been too exhausted to consider driving home first, and I’d been grateful that I’d tossed a skirt, blouse, and heels into my bag at the last minute before I left my apartment. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to properly enjoy early morning coffee in bed with Jason.
Although the ability to call down for my favorite hot and caffeinated beverage whenever I wanted was amazing, I hadn’t been sure how I felt about him living in a hotel suite. I’d pushed it from my mind on Saturday, determined to enjoy our time together to the fullest—and the aches in places I didn’t know existed proved how much I’d accomplished that mission. I squirmed in discomfort when I sat on the chair behind my desk, dropping my bag onto the floor next to me.
“Morning,” Sloane called out, standing in my doorway. “Your friends are on honeymoon for another week, right?”
“Yes.” I kept my answer simple. This was a topic of conversation I was hoping wouldn’t come back up again, for a little while at least.
It was seriously weird to know that my boss was following my best friend’s life through the celebrity pages of the Tribune. Not that they were in there often, but even the limited coverage was insane. To me, Josie was the same girl I’d met back during my sophomore year at Brower. I didn’t care that she married a former hockey star who owned a shit ton of restaurants and bars. Andrew was like another brother to me, the same way Josie was the sister of my heart.
“Good.” Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “The gossip about the Cavaliers hiring an outside PR firm hasn’t died down, yet. I’m expecting you to work your magic on Andrew Rourke so that our name is on the top of the list if the team decides to accept some meetings.”
“We don’t even know if the grapevine is right,” I reminded her. “Or if Andrew can be of any help if it is.”
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “When there’s smoke, there’s fire. The whispers wouldn’t be this persistent unless it was true.”
“Maybe,” I conceded reluctantly, hating to give her an inch. I knew her well enough to know she’d take a mile. It was part of why Pied Piper was such a success, but at times like this it was a royal pain in the ass.
“And we both know that Andrew Rourke could make one phone call, and we’d have a meeting the next day.”
“Probably,” I grumbled, knowing damn well that she was right. On the bright side, at least she wasn’t asking me to talk to Jason about it instead.
“Not probably. Definitely.”
She gave me a pointed stare, and I nodded in agreement.
“Perfect. We have a plan, then.” She turned to walk away, but stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. “Your skin looks amazing today, by the way. Did you discover a new spa I need to visit?”
“No, it’s probably just because I got plenty of rest.” I neglected to mention that it had been between rounds of sex with a defenseman on the Cavaliers. As soon as she knew about Jason and me, I knew the pressure was going to mount to use him to try to land the team as a client. It was going to happen eventually, but I was in no hurry for that time to come. I sure as hell wasn’t going to hurry it along.
“Well, then. Rested is a good look on you.”
I heaved a deep sigh of relief when she walked out of my office. It was short-lived, though, because she turned right around and followed Lucy, our receptionist, back inside not even a full minute later. Lucy was carrying a huge bouquet of red roses in a green swirl vase and was grinning widely. I stood and walked around my desk to meet her halfway.
“Looks like there’s a new guy in your life.” She shoved the vase into my hands and ripped the card off the plastic stick in the middle of the arrangement. “And judging by how many roses he sent, you’ve made him a very happy man.”
I set the vase on my desk and snatched the card from her. I gave Sloane a meaningful side glance, hoping Lucy would get the hint and shut her mouth. It was too late, though. The damage had already been done.
“I thought you said you got plenty of rest this weekend? Was that before or after you did whatever it was that earned you those roses?” Sloane asked.
I clutched the card to my chest. The only way this conversation could get any worse was if she opened it and figured out who they were from. “No comment.”
“Come along, Lucy. Let’s give Cee-Cee her privacy so she can call her new guy to thank him for the flowers.” She nudged Lucy towards the door. “If he made her skin glow and was thoughtful enough to make a grand gesture after getting inside her panties, he’s a keeper. Most guys don’t even bother calling or texting the next day.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed out, dropping down onto my chair. I’d worked for Sloane long enough to know she could be a handful, but I’d broken up with my ex shortly after I was hired and hadn’t remembered how inappropriate she could get at times. If it weren’t for my promotion and how much fun I had working for Pied Piper, I wasn’t sure it would be worth having her for my boss.
Shaking my head and ridding myself of all thoughts of Sloane, I focused on the card in my hand. Sliding it out of the envelope, I smiled at the ultra-masculine scrawl. Jason hadn’t just phoned in the order to a florist; he’d gone in and picked them out himself. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the inside of a flower shop. Ordering online was so damn convenient, I didn’t think anyone bothered anymore. Knowing that Jason had gone the old-fashioned route for me added an extra wow factor to the arrangement.
I scanned the note, sighing at how sweet it was.
Cecily,
These roses are gorgeous, but they’re nothing compared to my little firecracker. Thank you for an incredible weekend.
Jason
He was so damn thoughtful, it was hard to remember his faults. There were a few things about Jason that worried me when it came to a long-term relationship, though. He was young, and I wasn’t sure if he was ready to think about building a life with someone else. He was a professional athlete, and I worried about the toll it could take on us—although that was more a me issue than a Jason issue. It was a touchy subject for me because of past relationships, and I hoped my baggage combined with his profession didn’t end us before we even began.
Finding out he lived in a hotel didn’t ease those concerns for me; they only increased them. It wasn’t as though I expected him to own a house or anything like that, but if a one-year lease on an apartment was more of a commitment than he could handle, what did that mean for us?
It was a question I probably should have asked before I slept with him the second—and third, fourth, fifth, or even the bazillionth—time, but I hadn’t been able to burst our sexy, privacy bubble. I blamed it on the insane number of orgasms Jason had give
n me. It killed some of my brain cells or something.
Staring down at the card he’d sent, I was glad I hadn’t brought up my concerns. If I had, the weekend might have gone differently, and I wouldn’t have changed it for anything. As scary as it was, I needed to set aside my apprehension and see where this thing led us.
Feeling a new sense of determination, I pulled my phone from my bag and called Jason.
“Hey, beautiful. How’d you know I was just thinking about you?”
I traced the writing on his card with my finger. “I’m staring at two dozen hints and a sweet as fuck note from you that kind of gave it away.”
“You like ‘em?”
“Of course I do,” I sighed. “What’s not to like?”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d take red roses as a morning after gift. They’re kind of cliché, but they felt like the perfect thing to send when I was at the florist. Fiery and perfect, just like you.”
“Red roses are only cliché when there isn’t any thought behind the gift. We’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks and you’ve already given me some amazingly insightful gifts. You’ve been so damn attentive, and you went all the way to a florist to pick the bouquet out yourself. I just kind of assumed you put the same amount of thought into the flowers, too.”
“Sixteen days.”
I tilted my head, unsure about what he meant. “Sixteen days, what?”
“Since we’ve been dating,” he explained. “Seventeen if we count the night we met without the break in between. Nine and a half months, really, since neither of us were interested in dating anyone else in the time we were apart.”
“You can’t say stuff like that to me while I’m at work. You’re going to make me cry and ruin my reputation.”
“My firecracker, crying when I’m not there to hold her? Completely unacceptable.”
I sniffled. “Not even happy tears because you’re ridiculously incredible?”
“Nope, not even then.”
I wiped at my cheeks. “Then I guess you’d better stop being so damn sweet.”
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