by Ember Cole
I sigh. Not exactly how I pictured my night ending.
2
DANIEL
Would you like to come upstairs and have sex with me?
I’m still trying to figure out if it was wishful thinking or if that hot little cocktease actually said those words after I shut the door. I almost ripped it back open to ask her.
Okay, there’s no almost about it, I did yank the fucking door open, but it was just in time to watch her sexy ass disappear around the corner. Every atom in my body demanded I go after her, grab her before she could get into the elevator, and drag her back against me. The feel of her lithe body against my arm was almost enough to make me lose control.
I want to see those big blue eyes go hazy when she comes. Wrap that long blond hair in my fist and use it to control her head as she’s on her knees in front of me. Watch her porcelain-colored skin turn pink under my hands.
Feel those impossibly long legs wrap around my waist.
Fuck, those legs.
I saw the need on her face—hell, I could smell her arousal wafting up from what, with her pale coloring, is undoubtedly the pinkest pussy ever—and it drove me fucking crazy. When she dropped her eyes so beautifully, so unconsciously submissive in response to me, I almost came right there, like I was a goddamned teenager.
Which I most certainly am not.
I shake my head. Older, wiser, should know the hell better. I’ve trained men her age, wet-behind-the-ear hotshots who had more mouth than sense. I was that age once, but it feels like a hundred years ago. The light in her eyes is still untainted by all the bad shit in the world.
Maybe that’s what caught my attention first. Then her smile. Then those long, sexy legs. Even the way she stumbled over her words was adorable.
Adorable? What the fuck am I even thinking? I was a fucking lieutenant colonel in the army. “Adorable” shouldn’t even be my vocabulary.
I scrub my hand over my face, trying to get the image of her out of my head. I need to forget about the girl and focus on what I’ve decided to do with my life.
When I retired from the army, I took every cent I’d saved during the twenty years I served and bought this building from a former Delta Force general who’d been looking to off-load it to a fellow veteran for cheap.
The place was a wreck. Thank fuck my son, Adam, is some kind of construction genius, or we’d have never gotten the building renovated and up to code. Even then, it took us a year. He’s my super now, handling maintenance issues and managing all contact with our tenants while I “enjoy” my retirement.
Not fucking possible. Not with how my career in the military ended.
Atoning for my sins, the need to protect, drives me. I’ll never be able to bring back the men who lost their lives because of me, or what my decisions cost those who survived, but I can provide the kind of secure home base military people rarely have to any service member who needs it, and at a fair price. Adam rents whatever units are left to young civilians just starting out who he thinks could use that same kind of security.
Which is apparently how Kymber, that little cocktease, came to be in my world.
She’s a natural sub, whether she knows it or not, and it was intoxicating. I’d have her begging so hard. The image of her on her knees, her pretty little mouth open and waiting for my commands…
She’d been offering, so why the hell did I show her to the door?
I scrub my hands over my face harder.
I need to get her out of my head. She’s a distraction I don’t want or need, and despite how jaded I’ve become, seducing coeds is not my style. Christ, she looked about Adam’s age, and that alone should have doused any desire I initially had, but it didn’t. My cock is still rock hard from her scent lingering in my office.
Would you like to come upstairs and have sex with me?
She might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull.
Fuck.
I pace the small office. She must be new to the building. I would have remembered those legs and that ass and those tits. Tits that I know will fit perfectly in my hands.
For the first time, I find myself wishing I interacted with our tenants.
After too many years running dangerous ops in the darkest holes on earth, I prefer to stay in the background making sure everything runs smoothly. It’s where I fit, even in the military. Carrying on conversations with civilians is…difficult. I’m too harsh, one of the generals once told me. But the way I see it, there are always too many questions, too many people quick to talk about me like I’m some hero. They couldn’t be further from the truth.
No. I may own this building, but I interact only with the military personnel, and only as needed. Most of them served under me, and the few who didn’t know someone who did.
I trust Adam to handle the tenants. He’s better with people anyway.
So why the hell had Kymber reacted to me that way?
I’m intimidating—I needed to be to keep my guys alive—but that girl didn’t back down. It was seeing the heat fill her eyes that got to me. The way her nipples hardened. The way her eyes naturally dropped to the ground when I stared at her.
I like to be in charge. To control a woman’s pleasure.
She would be a wet dream to push to the edge, I can tell.
I press the heel of my hand against my hard-on. God, I want to sink inside that sweet body. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman this bad. The military taught me that control is the only thing standing between success and failure, and right now my control is stretched damn thin. All because of one girl.
Her.
Kymber Taylor.
Number 4C.
Will she go upstairs and call someone else to take care of that ache between her legs? She might have thought she was being inconspicuous, but I could tell by the way she kept shifting that her pussy was weeping with the need for more friction. Would another man do what I want to do her tight little body?
That thought leads to an even darker one. Has another guy already had her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, her hands tied behind her back, and those innocent eyes staring up at him?
A growl escapes before I can stop it.
I should just go to bed and forget about her.
I don’t.
Before I know it, I’m out the door and standing in front of the elevator. With every step, I get harder. This woman has become my mission, and I never, ever, deviate from my mission. Nothing matters until I get my target.
Tonight, Kymber is that target.
I’m too impatient to wait for the elevator. I need to move. I sprint up the four flights of stairs and push through the door at the end of the hall. This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I don’t care.
I need to know if she meant those words.
Because they were clearly for me.
This girl is so fucking young, too young for me, and I’m a bastard for wanting to watch her beg for release, but the image fills my head anyway. By the time I’m standing in front of her door, my dick is ready to burst through my jeans. What the hell am I doing? She’s a tenant, and if things go south, it could get messy.
Does that stop me from pounding on the door? Fuck no.
A minute later the door swings open and she’s standing there, a spoon in her mouth. Her eyes go wide, and she pulls the utensil from between her lips and swallows. A groan rumbles in my chest. I imagine grabbing that ponytail and sliding between those pretty lips. Feeling her throat move around my dick when I spill down it.
I take in her appearance. She’s changed into sweats that dip down below her hip bones. The tight tank top she has on does nothing to hide the outline of her nipples. It takes inhuman effort to pull my eyes up to her face when all I want to do is wrap my lips around those sharp points beading for me. Just for me.
Her makeup is gone, and her cheeks are pink. She’s pulled her hair up on top of her head. The whole picture is so fucking innocent, I want to drag her into the roo
m, bend her over the couch, and slam inside her. Punish her for being my own personal cocktease.
But I have some control. I won’t barge in and force myself on her.
Unless she gives me a sign that she wants me to.
If I see it in her eyes, all bets are off.
“I, ahh…changed.” Her breathy stutter adds fuel to the raging fire. It’s fucking adorable the way she starts babbling when I look at her. “Obviously. I was…having tea? That I spilled on my dress. I sat down too fast and it went everywhere…” She shifts, and her pants dip a little lower, exposing more sweet pink skin. They’d be so easy to slide down when I bend her over.
My cock throbs in anticipation.
“It was my birthday tonight,” she says, holding up a small container of birthday cake ice cream. “The big two-one.”
Fuck. Me.
She’s younger than my son. Young enough to be my… Fuck, I can’t even go there. I grit my teeth and try to talk myself into turning around and leaving. I can’t. Instead I stare a few seconds longer, and she watches me. The pulse in her neck flutters like crazy, and I catch the sound of her breath hitching. I wasn’t imagining it. She wants me as much as I want her.
I’m a goddamned bastard because right this second, I don’t give a shit about the age difference. I just want to touch her. Taste her. Fucking own her.
I take a step closer and hear her whimper.
She did say the words, I know it. I don’t even need to ask now.
I’m done.
“You wanted me here for sex. Here I am.”
Her eyes go wide, and the ice cream carton falls from her hand and hits the floor with a thud, but we both ignore it. Her pupils dilate until I can barely see the light blue of her irises, and her breath keeps catching in her throat.
Her gaze flickers from my eyes to my lips to my crotch, where it’s evident I’m not kidding. Her cheeks turn pinker, and it’s fucking hot as hell. I can’t wait to make her ass the same color with my hands. To spread her long legs and see if her pussy is just as pink.
My mouth waters. I know it will be.
She drops her eyes, and I reach out and lift her chin. I want to see everything when I lay it all out for her. I’m used to taking control, and this is no different.
“First, I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Then, after you come all over my face, I’m going to put you on your knees, tie your hands behind your back, and feed you my cock.” With every word my voice gets harsher. “But I’m not going to come, not until you’re bent over that couch and I’m buried so deep inside your pussy that you can’t tell where I end and you begin. It will be hard and rough and fast and you’re going to love every second of it.”
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes glaze over.
The way she’s reacting sends me into fucking overdrive. I can smell exactly how turned on she is. If I slid my fingers into her panties, I’d find her dripping wet, her pussy fluttering with how much it needs my cock. Her nipples poke out against the fabric of her shirt, and above the material her chest is rosy, flushed with desire.
“If you have a problem with any of that,” I grit out, “tell me now.”
Tell me, my mind demands. Tell me I’ve scared you off, goddammit. Save me from myself.
She gulps, but says nothing.
My lungs burn as I wait for her answer, knowing I’m fucked either way. I will walk away if she says no, but it’ll take every ounce of discipline I have. And I have a lot of discipline.
“I don’t,” she says. “Have a problem with it, I mean.”
Her words are barely more than a whisper, but I hear them loud and clear. I move forward, and the door shuts with a click. I flick the lock without breaking eye contact.
I want to grin at how much I’m going to make her beg before the night is over, but I know any smile I give her now will look feral. I know just how terrifying I look when I’m on a mission. And make no mistake—this girl’s pleasure is my mission.
I slide my fingers along the column of her neck, and her skin erupts in goose bumps.
“Oh God.”
Her whimper is music to my ears.
“Daniel, babygirl. My name is Daniel, and that’s what you’ll be screaming before the night is over.”
The complete submission in her gaze is more than I can take. I need to taste her. Now.
“Lie back on the couch. Keep your arms above your head.”
She doesn’t hesitate before doing as I say.
The way she obeys so beautifully, without question or any hesitation, sets my body on fire. She lies there, her arms lifted and her body poised, waiting for my next order. I want to reach out and slide those sweats down her legs, but I have an even better idea.
And watching will give me a second to gain a little control.
“Take your pants off.”
She takes a shaky breath, and I can see her pulse pounding in her neck. Pink dusts her cheeks as she lowers her hands to her waist. I move closer until I’m standing at the foot of the couch, inches from her feet.
She hooks her thumbs under the band and slowly pushes the fabric down, lifting her hips to pull them past her gorgeous ass. She has to sit up to get them past her feet, and when she finally lies back, her face is red.
Because the little tease isn’t wearing panties, and aside from a small strip right above her clit, she’s as smooth as she can be. My mouth waters.
“Expecting company?” I rest my hand on her knee and gently part her legs. My body throbs when I see the glistening, baby-pink folds begging for my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I slide my hand to her inner thigh and spread her wider, holding her open for me, waiting for her answer while I eat that pussy with my gaze.
She doesn’t respond.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?” I demand, tightening my hold on her thigh, not to hurt but to remind her who’s in charge.
She twists her fingers together over her head, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her eyes are full of embarrassment—or is that guilt? She bites her bottom lip.
I can see her getting wetter and can’t resist running one finger along the outside of her folds. She gasps and arches off the couch with a cry.
“Answer me, Kymber.”
“They were too wet,” she whimpers.
I reward her with a slow swipe up and over her clit.
“Ungh!” She jerks, and her leg trembles under my hand. Her gaze snaps to mine, and I see wild desire swirling in the depths. She’s half gone already. I own her, and I’ve barely started.
“Why were they wet?”
“Because…”
I avoid the hard nub and caress above it, down the sides of her pussy, her thighs, anywhere but where she needs it.
A sob wrenches from her throat. “Please.”
I trace her pussy again, still denying her the touch she craves. “Why were they wet?”
She’s panting now. Her eyes are closed, and her face is scrunched up as if she’s in pain. She darts her tongue out, wetting her bottom lip. Finally her lids lift, and she looks at me.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About what I wanted you to do to me in your office.”
A growl escapes before I can rein it in. I sink to my knees, yank her to the edge of the couch, and use my shoulders to keep her spread wide open for what I have planned.
As I watch, her pussy flutters and a trail of her juices trickles down her ass.
I’m going to ruin that perfect little pussy.
“I wanted to bend you over my desk,” I grind out. “Wanted to shove that tiny dress over your ass and fuck you right there.”
“Why didn’t you?” Her voice has some sass in it, and I bite back a grin. My men would never talk back to me, yet this slip of a girl dares. I’d love to put her over my knee and spank that smart ass until she begs me to stop. Or if I’m reading her correctly, to keep going.
“You’re nowhere near ready to take my cock the way I want to give it to you, but I’m goi
ng to punish you with my tongue, make you hurt because you feel so good. I’m going to push you to the edge but you will not come until I give you permission, is that clear?”
She whimpers but doesn’t answer. I pull her clit between my lips, scrape my teeth lightly over the hard little nub.
Her hips jerk, and the muscles in her stomach flex.
She’s going to beg so nicely.
“Is that clear?” I repeat.
“Yes.”
I reward her with another long suck of her clit and flick it with the end of my tongue. She pants and stretches her body tighter. The little noises falling from her lips drive me crazy. I want to feel her come all over my face, then again around my cock. She rocks that clit against my tongue, and her thighs tighten around my shoulders.
She thinks she’s going to fuck herself to orgasm using me to get there? No fucking way. Her release is mine.
“Don’t. Move.” I say the words against her clit, and she freezes, but I can feel the trembles vibrating through her body. I know she wants to come so bad, and denying her that release makes me rock hard. She has no idea how much better that denial will make it when I finally let her go.
“Please.” Her soft plea makes my already-throbbing dick feel like marble.
I shift without breaking contact with her pussy, then run my tongue from ass to clit. Fuck me. She tastes like peaches and cream. I can’t help it—I bury my tongue in her pussy and drown myself in the flavor. I could stay right here, devouring her sweetness for years, and never get tired of it. Already I feel her taste sinking into my bones, the need for it.
I rip my mouth away and tease her folds with my finger, running it through the slickness. She groans but remains still.
“Good girl,” I murmur, then gently bite down on her clit again.
Her entire body goes rigid, and I keep her there, right on the edge, not letting her fall over. Not yet. Not until I add one more level of torture. I back away before she comes and use soft, whispery strokes of my tongue to ease her back, just enough to let her know that her orgasm is out of her reach until I want to give it to her.
I glance up and see she’s watching, but the way her eyes are glazed and how rapidly she’s breathing, I doubt she’s seeing much. Every nerve in her body is focused on one thing: release.