Lip Service [Private Relations 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Michelle Roth

  Continuing to slam into her a few more times, she heard him groan as he found his own release.

  Pulling out of her, he scooted off the bed and went to get rid of the condom. She heard the water running in the en suite bathroom, then he came back over to the bed.

  She was sprawled wantonly now, her body feeling like Jell-O.

  Moving to lie down next to her, he pulled her up against him. His fingers playing with her hair, he said, “Whoa.”

  “How long do you think that’s been there, waiting to happen?” she asked.

  Shaking his head, he said, “No telling. I don’t even have words.”

  “Me either,” she said.

  “So, tell me,” he said, smirking now. “Did I just ruin you for all other men?”

  Shooting him a deadpan look, she said, “I’ve got a date later tonight. I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

  Slapping his hand against her bare ass, he said, “The hell you do, woman. I’m not done with you yet.”

  “I guess I could cancel then. Besides, someone still owes me dinner,” Chloe said, poking him in the chest.

  Getting up off the bed, she looked for her pants and asked, “Where is my shirt? Did I leave it in the kitchen?”

  Standing up, he said, “I don’t even know why you’re putting on clothes. You’re not going to need them til morning.”

  Raising her eyebrow, she said, “I had no idea this was a slumber party. I didn’t even bring my pajamas.”

  Laughing, he said, “You definitely won’t need those.”

  Even so, she grabbed the clothes that she had found in the bedroom, and moved into the en suite bathroom to clean up, then wandered into the kitchen to find her shirt.

  Walking into the kitchen, she noticed that Chris had put his clothes back on and was now working on dinner again.

  Smiling when he saw her, he moved to meet her. Pulling her up against him, he said, “You can totally just leave your shirt off. It’s cool. I don’t mind.”

  Snickering, she grabbed her shirt, then slid it on without bothering to put on her bra. She moved into the living room to go look for her cell phone. Seeing she had three texts from Sara and four from Kelli, she gave a quick laugh. Checking them, she confirmed that they were both pumping her for information. She stuck her phone back in her purse.

  Chris wandered out and said, “Whatcha doin’?”

  Smirking, she said, “I had to cancel that thing tonight, remember?”

  He gave her a dirty look and said, “You can totally go if you want.”

  “Oh cool, thanks. Guess I’ll see ya later.”

  Rolling her eyes at him, she said, “Sara and Kelli both knew I was coming to hang out with you today. They were requesting status updates.”

  Reaching out, he tugged her up against his chest and said, “Thanks for at least waiting until you leave.”

  She slid her arms around his waist and said, “You’re welcome.”

  Chloe’s stomach chose that moment to growl.

  Laughing, he released her and said, “Dinner. Right.”

  By the time they’d finished the meal, and the bottle of wine, they were both incredibly relaxed. They moved out toward the couch while they debated the merits of action films versus comedies. He’d taken the chaise spot, stretching out his legs. He pulled her to sit in front of him, wrapping his arms around her.

  As soon as the opening credits started, one of his hands began to roam idly against her torso. He was using just the tips of his fingers. She kept her eyes facing forward, but she wasn’t taking in the movie at all. She was mostly just enjoying the feeling of his hands on her.

  Dipping his head down, he nipped at her exposed earlobe then asked, “Enjoying the movie so far?”

  Nodding, she said, “Yeah. So far. You?”

  His mouth now against her ear, he said, “Definitely.”

  She felt his tongue trace around the shell of her ear. Shifting slightly against him, she continued to stare at the screen. His hand crept up her ribs and began tracing lightly across her torso right below her breast.

  She shuddered when she felt the warm exhale of hot breath on her ear.

  He asked, “Cold?”

  She shook her head and said, “Not really.”

  Leaning his head down again, he kissed her neck. Brushing his lips over her pulse point, he nipped it lightly with his teeth.

  Tilting her neck ever so slightly, she allowed him greater access. He took advantage of the newly exposed area, tracing his tongue lightly over it. His hand continued to caress her lightly. The combination, though mostly innocent, had her shifting in her seat.

  Lifting his head a moment, he glanced up at the screen and said, “It’s getting to the good part soon.”

  Turning her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye, she said, “Is it?”

  Nodding, watching the screen, he said, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

  Leaning back down, he began to place more nipping kisses against the column of her throat. His hand crept up to cup her breast now, his thumb brushing over her aching nipple. He pinched it lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

  Chloe tilted her head back, closing her eyes, and moaned slightly.

  A few moments later, his hand left her breast, and in tandem with the other fiddled with the button on her jeans. His mouth now tracing lightly over her ear again, he slid down her zipper. Sliding his hand into the newly exposed area, he toyed with the edge of her lace panties.

  Bringing his other hand back to her breast, he raised his mouth from her neck and said, “This is the part I was talking about. Pay attention.”

  Sliding his hand into her panties now, he dipped his finger between her wet folds. He slid his fingers against her slippery flesh, grazing her clit.

  Gasping, her head fell back against his chest. She made no pretense of watching the movie now. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the ache between her thighs.

  His other hand slid up her shirt, this time making direct contact with her nipple. He rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

  Chloe arched her back, pressing herself against his hands. He began swirling his fingers against her now, drawing slow circles. Audibly moaning now, Chloe was on the edge of coming when he lowered his mouth down and bit the place where her neck and shoulder met.

  Crying out in surprise, she came, bucking against his hand and moaning his name. Moving his hands slightly, he gentled his touch, letting her orgasm wind down.

  When he continued to stroke her lightly, indirectly she tensed and said, “I’m usually a little sensitive aft—”

  “I’ll be gentle,” he said roughly. “But I know you’ve got at least one more in there and it’s mine.”

  Chloe felt her breath clog up in her throat. Fuck. He was so sexy.

  Exhaling shakily, she said, “Then by all means, take it.”

  Growling against her neck, he lightly massaged her breast with one hand and continued to stroke her pussy with the other. Surprisingly, she felt her body immediately respond to him.

  A few moments later, he slid a single digit inside her, stroking her around her clit, but not making direct contact with it.

  “Too much,” he asked, mumbling against her neck.

  “No,” Chloe panted. “Fuck. You’re good at that.”

  “You’re so fucking responsive. I love that.”

  Saying that, he stroked her clit directly now, seeming to know that she was on the verge of coming all over his hand again. He rubbed her more firmly.

  Crying out now, she tilted her hips toward his hand, and came so hard she thought she was going to lose consciousness.

  Chris moved his hand out of her panties, resting it against her thigh and said, “The noises you make when you come are so sexy. You have no idea.”

  Chloe was almost gasping now, trying to catch her breath. She leaned against him, limp and boneless for a couple of minutes.

  Then, bringing her knees up, she said, “That’s the hardest I
’ve ever come in my life.”

  Squeezing her thigh with his hand, he said, “Glad I got to be there for it.”

  Turning herself partially to face him, she pressed her lips against his. Her hip nudged his very prominent erection as she leaned in to deepen the kiss.

  She reached out to graze his cock lightly with her hand after she had turned to fully face him and said, “That’s impressive. Would you mind terribly if I put that in my mouth?”

  Blinking in surprise, he said, “Be my guest.”

  “No, no. I don’t want to take advantage. If you don’t want my lips around your cock, then I won’t force you.”

  “It’s no trouble. Really.”

  Bringing her hand to the button on his shorts, she said, “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure,” he said, nodding seriously.

  Unbuttoning the shorts and unzipping the zipper, she said, “We may need to scoot these down,” indicating the underwear he’d pulled back on.

  He lifted his hips, and she pulled the shorts and underwear down to free his erection. Stroking her hand over it, she adjusted herself on the chaise so her mouth could easily reach him.

  Leaning down, she swirled her tongue over the tip. His hand immediately moved to tangle in her hair. Reaching her hand down, she grasped him, stroking firmly, as she slid her mouth down his hard length.

  She began to suck on him now, her cheeks hollowing out. He cursed and tightened his hand in her hair. Stroking him with her hand and mouth now, she swirled her tongue around him when she reached the top of his erection again.

  Hearing him groan, she slipped her free hand down to caress his balls. Gripping them lightly in her hand, she gently massaged them as she continued to draw him slowly in and out of her mouth.

  Using the hand wrapped in her hair, he slowed the pace of her mouth slightly, groaning her name. Chloe could feel herself getting aroused again. Something about hearing him say her name, at the edge of his control like that was unspeakably erotic.

  She kept up a steady rhythm for a few moments, hearing his breathing become audible. Moving the hand that stroked his length, she relaxed her throat and swallowed until her lips almost touched the root of his cock.

  The hand in her hair tightened again, almost to a painful extent and he said, “Fuck, Chloe. That feels…fuck!”

  She continued to work him over with her mouth and massage him for a few more minutes until he gritted out, “Fuck. I’m about to come, baby.”

  Swirling her tongue over him and squeezing once more, she heard him groan out his release, shouting her name. Swallowing until his hips stopped twitching and his release was over, she attempted to lean back. She reached back and tried to untangle his hand from her hair. Once he released it, she sat back on her calves, wiping the edge of her mouth delicately.

  Gasping, he said, “Jesus Christ,” and pulled her toward him.

  Leaning against him now, she felt the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing evened out.

  “I seriously thought I was going to die for a minute there, Chloe. You need to consider teaching some fucking classes on that.”

  She grinned and said, “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” as she leaned against his chest.

  Feeling his lips brush over the top of her head, and his arms tighten around her, and then finally said, “You have a gift for understatement.”

  Adjusting, Chloe said with a smirk, “I need to go clean up. You turned me into a sticky mess.”

  Standing up, Chloe adjusted her clothing.

  Chris lazily asked, “Wanna take a swim in my whirlpool tub?”

  Perking up considerably, she asked, “Is there room for two? It may be unsafe for me to swim alone.”

  Standing up, Chris zipped his shorts, but didn’t bother buttoning them up. Stepping forward, he winced slightly.

  Glancing down, Chloe said, “Your knee?”

  “Yeah,” he grimaced. “I sat too long.”

  “You should have said something.”

  He snorted and said, “Not a chance. Your mouth is magical.”

  Chapter 8

  Following Chloe as she walked into the master bathroom, he caught the look on her face as she caught sight of the tub.

  Walking around the half wall, she said, “Whoa. I could totally swim.”

  Chris pressed some buttons, then turned the water on. His knee was throbbing. He really should have moved it sooner but the second her mouth had touched his cock, it was pretty much over. She leaned up against the half wall next to him now, waiting for the tub to fill.

  When the tub’s water level had reached midway, they both stripped off their clothes and stepped in.

  The tub was roughly the size of a standard hot tub, but he pulled her close to him anyway. He felt her relax back against him with a sigh.

  He let the jets massage the aching tendons in his knee for a few minutes, his mind drifting until Chloe spoke.

  Turning her head back, she asked, “Knee feel better?”

  He nodded, eyes closed, not saying anything.

  He really wasn’t used to being asked about it by the women he dated. He was more of a “Let’s keep this casual, shall we?” type, so he didn’t make a point to discuss what he viewed as a weakness with them.

  Still, he’d known Chloe for years. She knew more about him than most people. She’d known him when he was unemployed ex-college football star Chris Marks. He supposed that meant, in light of their ongoing friendship, he couldn’t really stop answering questions he would have answered if she’d asked before they started doing whatever they were doing.

  Chloe had leaned back again, closing her eyes until she felt his mouth against her shoulder. Lifting his mouth up, he saw she had a hint of a smile on her face as she nestled back against him. He saw the expression on her face change when she made contact with his erection.

  At this rate, he didn’t know if he was ever going to be soft around her again. Her body was amazing, and the sex had been ridiculous. Smiling, he leaned back to her shoulder and opened his mouth against it, swirling his tongue against her skin.

  She wiggled back against him now with more purpose. Once he’d raised his mouth from her shoulder, she reached her hand behind her, brushing his erection. She asked, “What have we here?” with a grin.

  Feeling his own smile widen, he said, “A man that wants to be inside you again as soon as possible.”

  Moving off his lap, she turned herself around to face him, perched on his thighs. She asked, reaching back to pat his knee, “Is this okay?”

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he said, gruffly. It was more about the proximity than his knee at this point, but he didn’t feel like this was really the time to differentiate.

  He scooted his back out from the wall, so she could fit her legs around his waist. Pulling her forward, he felt her legs wrap around him. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling the upper half of her body flush with his.

  He saw her eyes get cloudy with desire, but she didn’t make a move. She just looked at him, their faces inches apart. Pressing his mouth against hers, he felt her wrap her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.

  They stayed that way for a few minutes, tongues swirling against each other. He felt her wriggle against his erection again. Without putting much thought into it, he reached down to guide himself inside her. Feeling himself slide inside her to the hilt, his head dropped back for minute as he enjoyed the sensation of her warmth pulsing around him.

  His brain finally made the connection a second later. He looked at her, his eyes wide. She seemed similarly distressed. It had been so easy for him to forget himself and slide into her without any protection. It was something he had literally never done in his entire life.

  Her eyes wide now too, she said, “You forgot something.”

  Nodding, he said, “I did. I’m sorry. Literally, this is the first time I’ve ever been inside anyone without one. I’ve been tested and I’m clean if that helps.”

  Reaching down, he m
oved to adjust himself out of her, when she caught his wrist.

  Looking at him steadily, she said, “Same here. This is my first foray into unprotected sex. I’ve been tested too and I’m disease free. I’m also on the pill.”

  Unsure what she was trying to say, he asked, “Okay. So what does that mean?”

  “It means that I like the feel of you inside me with no condom. Assuming you’re not planning to fuck other people while we’re doing whatever this is then I’d be okay with not using a condom. I trust you.”

  He let the weight of her words wash over him for a moment, then said, “Of course I’m not going to be fucking other people while we’re seeing each other. Jesus.”

  Pausing a second he asked, “Are you sure this isn’t lust talking?”

  “Partly,” she said honestly. “But I still mean everything I just said. I leave it up to you, but those are my thoughts on the subject.”

  Thinking for a moment, Chris slid his arms underneath hers, then reached up to grip her shoulders. Pressing down with his hands, he nestled his cock a little further inside her, then tilted his hips.

  A second later, Chloe registered the move and rolled her hips against him with a groan. Locked in each other’s arms, they rocked against each other, foreheads touching for a few minutes until Chris felt himself on the verge of coming.

  Knowing she wasn’t anywhere close, he stopped her hips and said, “Stand up. Let’s change positions. I’m about to lose it and I don’t want to do that without you.”

  She scooted up his lap and smiled. Batting her eyelashes coyly, she asked, “Where would you like me?”

  Positioning her in front of him, he said, “Lean over. Rest your arms on the ledge of the tub. Are you going to slip this way?”

  Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him, and said, “No. I should be fine.”

  Lining the head of his cock up with her entrance, he slid back inside her. They both groaned at the sensation. He felt her pussy clench around him.

  Sliding back, he grabbed her hips then began to steadily thrust in and out of her. He could immediately tell by her whimpers and change in breathing that this position was working for her.

  When she thrust back against him, he reached forward, grabbing the hair at the nape of her neck and gave it a gentle tug. He heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a long moan.