Forbidden Nights

by Lauren Blakely

  It never occurred to him that they wouldn’t kiss well. It had only ever occurred to him that they would kiss excellently. Passionately. The kind of kisses that demolished your grip on the here and now, that sent you spinning into blissful oblivion.

  “Do you want me to kiss you more?” he whispered hotly.

  “Yes,” she said on a hypnotic nod.

  “What do you say?”

  “Please,” she murmured, as she pushed against him and he felt the heat between her legs.

  His mind took off, imagining how silky hot she’d feel when he touched her. “I only have one goal now. To give you the kind of kiss that makes you hot and wet and desperate for more.”

  “Oh God,” she said, then his tongue found hers, waiting, ready, so fucking eager.

  There was no pause. No transition. The speed simply shot to the stratosphere. Their mouths united in a hot and hungry fusion. Part of him wasn’t thinking at all; he was only feeling all this desire that swamped his body. Then another part of him was thinking intensely about how he was finally kissing her, and it was better then he’d imagined as their mouths crashed and their lips came together in a greedy union that overpowered his brain and took hold of his mind. He didn’t care that they were in a bistro, and others might be watching. He couldn’t care because she kissed him back hard and passionately in a sweet devouring of the senses. He stopped controlling her and let her go wild as she laced her hands into his hair, grasping, pulling, tugging. She was so fiery, so intoxicating, and it was like being buzzed on the kind of kisses that only spelled one thing, flashing like a neon sign advertising hot sex, coming soon.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, her hands curling around his skull. She rocked her hips against him, and soon this was about to become a very indecent public display of affection on the tiny dance floor in the bistro. He barely cared though as she moaned into his mouth.

  It wasn’t going to be easy to teach her to let him lead all the time when he wanted this kind of wildness from her too, this kind of abandon as she grabbed at his hair, her fingers greedily diving in and holding on.

  But he was determined to give her what she’d asked for, so he reached for her hands, gripped them tightly and brought them down to her waist.

  He stepped away. The look in her eyes was hazy. She was panting.

  The loss of contact with her lithe, eager body was a cold glass of ice water thrown in his face. But he had a better plan.

  “You stopped,” she said, on a pout.

  “You’re not learning if your hands are all over me. So you’ll need to get down on your knees,” he said, and her eyes flared with a wild awareness of what he was asking. “My room. Now.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  New Orleans, night . . .

  He slammed the door shut behind them in one firm push. The sound of it clanging signaled a change in him. The dark look in his eyes and the stony set of his lips thrilled and scared the hell out of her too. She’d never seen him like this. Of course she’d never seen him like this. But she never even knew he had this side—a man staring down the woman he planned to claim.

  He didn’t speak. He simply pointed. To the floor. Holy shit. He was serious. “You want me on my knees?” she asked, her eyes wide.

  “You want to be on your knees,” he corrected, his confident, sexy voice sending a hot spark through her. She’d been on her knees. She’d given blow jobs. She wasn’t inexperienced. She knew sex inside and out and upside-down. She’d read books on kink, quirks, fetishes, and Kama Sutra. But never had she asked a man to take control like this. And never had she thought she’d like it. But her body didn’t lie. Not when the aching between her legs intensified as his hands moved to his belt, and he slowly, purposefully, took his time taking it off. Loop by fucking loop.

  Like a man in control. He could do anything with that belt. He could tie her hands, swat her with the non-buckled end, or none of the above. She didn’t know and that was part of the allure.

  She watched him take it off.

  Oh God, her mouth was watering. This was Nate. This was her good friend, and he was stripping off his belt and flicking the leather on the floor of his hotel room.

  A suite on the top floor of the hotel he operated, this room was designed for pleasure and luxury. The white bed cover was pristine, but so enticing, and the sliding doors to the bathroom were mirrored. She caught a brief glimpse of her reflection. Her blond hair was loose and curly already; the humid June weather hadn’t been able to work much voodoo magic on her tresses that were naturally on the wild side. The strap on her tank had slid down her shoulder. She looked like herself, except for one thing—the desire in her eyes. She knew her own body intimately, understood precisely what made her tick, tingle and heat up, but she’d never seen her own eyes when she was this turned on. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this turned on. But when he’d kissed her at the restaurant he’d set her heart to flames, scorching a path of pleasure from the center of her body all the way to her fingertips.

  Somewhere inside her lived the slightest morsel of fear. She wasn’t afraid of Nate, but perhaps she was afraid of herself. Unsure how she’d feel if she liked submitting as much as she’d liked the way he’d kissed her, as if he owned her pleasure.

  Completely.

  The room was near silent—the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning.

  She stepped backwards. He moved closer. She continued towards the bed. He stalked over to her. She felt like prey. Judging from the intensity in his gaze she was the most succulent meal he’d ever wanted. She stopped when the back of her legs hit the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “You told me to kneel,” she said, her voice wobbly.

  “I told you to kneel. I didn’t tell you to move.”

  “Oh,” she said on a swallow. She wasn’t sure how far the game went.

  He pointed to the floor. “Here.”

  She began to kneel, but he grabbed her, pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her, then tucked his fingers under her chin so she was looking at him. “Hey, this is us now. Are you okay?”

  She breathed a sigh of relief, so glad that he’d asked. And admittedly, a bit more turned on that he had. “Yes.”

  “Do you still want this?”

  She nodded. “I do.”

  “No questions? No worries?”

  Her natural instinct to be direct overtook her. Feeling brazen and dangerous, she grasped his hand and guided it between her legs so he could touch the damp heat of her panties. She was soaked through the cotton panel. He hissed the second he made contact. “Fuck,” he muttered, then slid his fingers across the thin fabric. She arched into him, wanting so much more. He dipped his mouth to her neck, mapping a hot trail along her skin until he reached her ear. “See how turned on you are now? You’re going to be so much wetter after you take me in your mouth for the first time. Do it now,” he said, and she felt a rush of heat that began proving his point.

  She kneeled, and looked up, waiting instructions.

  He raised an eyebrow appreciatively. “Unzip my jeans,” he said as he worked on his shirt, starting from the top button. She wasn’t sure where to feast her eyes, whether on him systematically undoing each button, revealing inch by inch his strong, broad chest, or on the throbbing hard length right there behind the denim.

  She couldn’t look away from his hands though, especially when she saw his chest for the first time—his strong pecs, his flat and hard belly. She was tempted to stand so she could trail her long nails across his skin and watch him hitch in a breath, watch his reaction to her.

  Uh-oh.

  Old habits died hard. This wasn’t about what she could do to him. It was about what he was doing to her. With her eyes and fingers on his crotch, she popped open the button on his jeans, and slowly unzipped his fly, the teeth of the zipper spreading.

  Did he wear boxers or briefs? White or black or blue? She was about to find out.

  The answer nearly knocked
her to the floor when his cock sprang out, long, thick, hard and completely riding free. She stared at the glorious sight. She might even have gawked, slack-jawed, because he was stunning.

  As she tugged down his jeans, she looked up at him. “You go commando,” she said with a grin as she stated the obvious. But the obvious needed to be stated, and admired.

  “I do.”

  “Have you always been totally naked under your jeans every time we’ve gone out?” she asked, as he unbuttoned the final button on his shirt, then pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.

  “Yes.”

  Casey’s eyes widened. To think, the whole time she’d known him, he’d been naked under his jeans every single time. Every time she’d had dinner with him, gone to the movies, a baseball game, a comedy club, or an art gallery, he’d been one layer away from nudity.

  “All the time?” she asked, craving some kind of final confirmation of this mouth-wateringly gorgeous vision of his free-range cock.

  Ready at a moment’s notice. Every second of the day.

  “Yes, I go commando all the time. Every time you’ve seen me I’ve been riding free. Now, I need you to stop talking and put that mouth of yours to a better use. Suck me now, Casey.”

  There it was again. That rough, commanding tone. The order that sent an unexpected rush down her spine. Then his hands were on top of her head, his fingers digging into her hair, as he tugged her closer so her mouth could meet his hard, hot cock. She curled a hand around the base. He groaned from her first touch. She hadn’t even wrapped her lips around him yet. A thrill raced across her bloodstream from his reaction. She brought the head to her lips, swirling her tongue and tasting him like he was candy.

  His fingers gripped her hair harder, digging in through her strands to her skull. She drew him in more, licking and lapping him up, but keeping up a teasing pace, only letting him in so far. She knew how to give a hell of a blow job. She was skilled in driving a man crazy and to the brink of lust-fueled insanity. She’d take her sweet time with her hand curved tightly as she stroked him, and her lips giving the head the special treatment. From the way he rocked his hips into her, he liked it. A lot.

  “No teasing,” he growled. “Take me all the way in.”

  Okay, so maybe a change of pace was called for. She opened wider, and brought him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat.

  She heard a sharp breath, then a groan as he grasped her harder and rougher, spearing her hair with his strong fingers. “That’s better. Keep it up like that, sweetness. I’m not going to be gentle. I intend to fuck your pretty little mouth.”

  His dirty words were like some kind of switch in her sex drive that he’d tripped. They sent the temperature inside her from scorching to inferno. She’d never suspected Nate was like this. She knew he was strong in business, commanding in the boardroom, but she hadn’t let her mind imagine what he’d be like in the bedroom. Now, she was discovering a new, dominating, dirty side to him. On the surface she was in control, with her teeth millimeters from his most sensitive flesh, but he so clearly had all the power as she sucked him to the base as he’d demanded, her mouth becoming a warm tunnel for his shaft. He tasted delicious, the perfect mix of clean and musky.

  Opening wider, she gave him total use of her throat. He took every inch of the real estate, filling her all the way to his balls that she stroked and tugged as she sucked.

  “Lift your skirt up,” he said roughly. “Pull it up to your hips so I can watch you.”

  She yanked it up, revealing her wet lacy panties. “Beautiful,” he said in an appreciative growl. “Spread your knees more.”

  Feeling terribly vulnerable, but terrifically naughty, she widened her knees on the navy blue carpet of his hotel room. Thank God, The Luxe had soft carpeting. She hated rug burn.

  “Pull your panties to the side. Let me see how turned on you get from sucking my dick,” he told her as he continued his thrusts in her mouth.

  Heat rushed between her legs, and she ached there, a deep and exquisite hollowness crying out to be filled. With one hand on his balls, and his cock rendering her incapable of any speech, she yanked the panel of her panties to her thigh. She was glistening between her legs. She was coated in wetness, the kind of silky dampness that would make for a fabulous, frictionless fuck. Oh lord, her body was demanding to be touched. Begging. She desperately craved his hands, his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.

  “That’s a gorgeous sight,” he murmured and she sneaked a peek at him. The scene was so surreal. Nate standing up, jeans at his ankles, his tall, strong body revealed to her for the first time. She on her knees, loving his delicious dick with her mouth as she spread herself for his viewing pleasure. His hands were wrapped around her head, restraining her, controlling her, as he stared so hungrily between her legs. His eyes were wild, like a feral animal.

  She’d never felt so craved in her life.

  Then he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned so loudly she was sure he was about to come, that she would taste his saltiness sliding down her throat any second. The possibility electrified her, arousing her more than she’d ever expected. She wanted it. Badly.

  Instead, he stopped abruptly. He pulled himself out of her mouth, leaving her on the floor with her legs and her mouth wide open.

  “Take off everything but the shoes, and bend over the bed.”

  Her natural impulse was to talk. To say something. To ask what he wanted next. She didn’t know what he planned to do, but as she stood, she realized that was the point. He hadn’t told her. The anticipation was its own aphrodisiac. He kicked off his shoes and jeans as she stripped down. As she reached for the clasp on her bra, the reality of what they were doing reared its head again. She was about to be naked in front of him. She wasn’t ashamed of her body at all, but this was another turning point in their relationship. From this point on, he’d always know what she looked like naked.

  Carpe diem, she told herself, as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor.

  His lips parted as his eyes roamed her body, his gaze finally hooking on her breasts. She dipped her thumbs into the side of her panties, and was about to pull them off, when he placed his hands over hers.

  He dipped his head to her neck and pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. That seemed to be his favorite spot on her. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, and a sweet rush of tingles spread through her from his tender words. Cupping her breasts, he whispered, “I can’t resist touching them.”

  Desire ricocheted inside her. “I like it,” she said, fully aware that they were breaking character, but she knew he was okay with it, because he’d broken first. And truth be told, she loved his unfettered reaction to her body. She loved that he simply had to give in, and hell, did he give in as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts so expertly that she was about to shout take me now.

  That would defeat the purpose of this lesson, so she simply let herself exist in the exquisite pleasure of this moment, and of Nate worshipping her body.

  Until he returned to that voice he’d used before.

  “Now turn around, put your hands on the bed and bend over for me.”

  “But you told me to take off my underwear, and it’s still on.”

  “I changed my mind. I want to take it off. Turn around now.”

  She did, placing her hands on the edge of the bed, bending her back for him, her ass in the air. So many words started to take shape on her tongue—are you going to fuck me, are you going to touch me, are you going to taste me . . .?

  She shut her mouth, trying to truly free her mind of the need to know everything.

  “Close your eyes,” he told her, and she did. Now it was all in the waiting. The room was dark, there was no music—it was only the two of them, and the possibilities.

  His hands traced a warm path on her back, making her tremble. When he reached her ass, he cupped her cheeks and groaned. Then she felt a whoosh of air between her legs, his warm breath as h
e blew. Oh God, what was he doing to her? She was throbbing between her legs, hot and damp and absolutely aching for him. His fingers curled into the band of her panties. He inched them over her cheeks, down her thighs, to her knees. She started to step out of them, but he grasped her ankles firmly in place, a reminder that he was in charge. He left the panties at her ankles.

  “Stay like that. I want to look at you.”

  She didn’t move. The image of him, naked, erect, and so fucking handsome as he stared at her body turned her insides molten. She was so aroused she could feel a bead of wetness slide down her thigh.

  For the briefest of moments, she was embarrassed, but any worries were quelled by Nate. Or more precisely, by his mouth that captured that drop on his tongue. She gasped at the feel of his lips on the inside of her legs, and then again at the realization that he’d been watching her so closely that he saw everything, every response in her body.

  “You taste so good,” he murmured as he licked her thighs. He pressed a palm on the inside of each leg, and gently guided her to a wider stance. “More. Spread them more and raise your ass higher,” he told her, and she bent lower, leaving herself completely open to him. Shoes on, panties at her ankles, not a stitch of clothing covering her body. Turned on beyond any and all reason.