Red Hot Games: A Steamy Older Man Office Romance

by Madison, Mia

  I wiggled against him, trying to get free and then froze when I felt the hot, hard length of his erection pressing up against me.

  “Do you yield?” Ian asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  In answer, I ground against the hot bulge in his swim trunks. He groaned as my breasts brushed against his hard chest.

  “That’s not playing fair. Tell me you give up so I can claim my prize.” His voice was a soft, sexy murmur that made my core ache. He was so hot.

  “What’s the prize?” My voice was breathy and needy—not at all what I was going for. But the way he had my hands trapped behind me was just so incredibly hot.

  He was right, I was losing this battle.

  “Say that I win, and you’ll find out.” He lowered his head, his nose nuzzling my cleavage. He kissed the top of one wet breast and then the other. “God, you smell so good. Bet you taste even better.” He licked between my breasts to check.

  My back arched as I pressed my chest against his mouth. It felt so damn good. I squirmed on his lap again and gave a little moan. “All right, you win.”

  “Good,” he said gruffly, his eyes full of triumph—and desire. “My prize is two-fold. First… this.” He plunged his free hand into my hair and pulled my head against him, his lips meeting mine.

  Holy shit, he was finally kissing me, and it felt so good.

  It was electrifying.

  It was magic.

  He still held my hands behind me, and I squirmed against him, wishing I could wrap my arms around him. He finally relented and let go of my hands. Instantly, I joined my wrists behind his head holding him close as he ravished me with his mouth.

  No one had ever kissed me like this before Ian. He knew what he was doing with his warm lips and his clever tongue…. In no time, he had me moaning and writing on his lap.

  I arched my spine, throwing my head back and accidently broke contact with him. He let out a low, throaty chuckle. “Seems like someone’s been craving that for a long time.”

  I moaned, not even caring that he’d take that as confirmation. It was true. We’d had days and days of foreplay, and I wanted him so badly.

  Ian’s lips caressed my throat, nuzzling my neck. When he reached my earlobe, he tugged on it lightly with his teeth. “I’m ready to claim the second half of my prize.”

  His words made me melt, sagging against him. I didn’t even know what he meant, but I was so turned on it barely mattered.

  “How easily you turn to putty in my arms,” Ian said in a smug, satisfied voice. “But we’ve barely even started. For my second prize, I want a chance to prove to you something I told you on your first day of work.” He hooked one hand under my thighs and lifted me up as he pushed off bench beneath us.

  I clung to him, not wanting to ever let go, but his strong arms turned me around so that I was facing the side of the hot tub. It was sexy as hell the way he was able to lift me, move me, control me. He was a big, strong man and wasn’t shy about reminding me of that.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his warm breath teasing my ear. I did, and he ran his hand down my thigh, his body pressing against me from behind. He lifted my foot onto the bench. I bent my other leg and lifted it onto the bench on the other side. With Ian at my back, I felt supported.

  He put his hands on my waist and moved me lower, causing my thighs to ache a little from the stretch. He slid me a little to the left and pressed down on my shoulders. And then I felt it… a rush of water coming from a jet on the side of the hot tub. It hit me right where my upper thigh met the seam of my panties. I groaned.

  “Remember when I left that map and flashlight on your desk?” Ian’s voice was seductively soft as he kissed the back of my neck. “I told you then that I don’t need those things to find the spot that drives you wild… and I’m going to prove it to you over and over tonight.”

  His hands were on my shoulders as he adjusted my position and then oh my god, suddenly the jet of water was hitting the crotch of my panties directly. I moaned, arching my back, but Ian held me still. “Reach down and pull your panties to one side.”

  How could I do that when I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except enjoy the rush of the warm water between my legs? Or the feeling of his hard body pressed up behind me with his lips on my skin?

  “Do it,” Ian said, his voice a command. “Or I will.”

  With a moan, I reached between my legs and caught the edge of my panties with one finger. Slowly, I drew them back. Ian must’ve known when I’d done so because my entire body jolted. The jet of water was pulsing directly against my clit.

  “Don’t move,” Ian growled, his voice controlling me as much as his hands were. “Just let the sensation take you…”

  I did exactly as he said, my head tilted to the side, my eyes closed, my breathing coming out in quick, short gasps. His body pressed up behind me, his hard length pressing against my ass. And the jet… the jet was wonderfully unrelenting, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  Ian’s hand stroked up and down one thigh as he pressed his erection against me, his hips making little circles.

  “Oh god, I’m so close,” I moaned.

  “Good.” He drew one hand up my bare stomach and rubbed it across my lace-covered breast. His fingers made little circles right over where my nipple was. And then he slipped his hand inside the fabric, grasped my nipple, and squeezed. “Come for me, Sierra.”

  And I did.

  Oh god, I did.

  My back arched, my legs shook, my voice cried out as I came hard. Waves of pleasure overtook me as I trembled in his arms. “Ian!” I cried, pushing back against him.

  Suddenly, the jet of water on my clit was too much, and I twisted to the side, quaking in his grasp. He let me close my legs as I gasped for air. Turning, I leaned against his chest, his arms wrapping around me.

  It took several tries before I could speak. “That was amazing.”

  He rubbed his hands across my back. “That was sexy as fuck to watch. This is why I always win. It works out best for both of us.

  That was arrogant, but pretty hard to argue with. Still, it made at least a small corner of my mind rebel. “I’m the one who had an orgasm—doesn’t that mean I won this round?”

  Amusement echoed in his voice. “I let you have an orgasm. I gave you an orgasm. Face it, sweetheart, I’m in charge here. You’re putty in my hands.”

  He was so damn cocky! Part of me wanted to go along with it. Any man who could give me that much pleasure hard earned the right to be in charge. But part of me resisted. Challenging him was part of the game—and it made the game that much hotter.

  I straightened up and kissed him, snagging his bottom lip in my teeth liked I’d fantasized about before. “Seems only fair if you give me the chance to return the favor.”

  His mouth twisted into a grin as I let his full lower lip slide out of my mouth. “You’re certainly welcome to try. But when it comes right down to it, face it, baby… I’m the boss, in or out of the bedroom.”

  I pushed my bra and panties back into place and stood up. “We’ll just see about that.”

  17

  Sierra

  My attempt at being as cocky as he was failed when I had to grab onto him for balance. I was still weak from that amazing orgasm.

  Ian just grinned, and bent down, his hand sliding under my thigh. A second later, I was in the air, clinging to his neck while he stepped out of the hot tub, me in his arms. No man had ever held me like this before. In his arms, I felt positively small, not like the girl who’d been tallest in her class since preschool.

  He set me down and handed me a towel, a smirk on his face. “After you.” He gestured toward the sliding glass door to his living room. I hesitated at the door and rubbed the towel over my wet skin briskly. He did the same, bending to dry off his long legs. His actions gave me a few more seconds to sneak peeks at that impressive body of his.

  Every time I looked, I was surprised again at how much a w
ell-tailored suit jacket can simultaneously hide and show off. He’d always cut a pretty powerful figure, but I hadn’t imagined him to be so damn ripped and sculpted underneath.

  The rivulets running over his chest and down his abs made the deep definition all the more apparent. He wasn’t bodybuilder-sized, but he seemed to be just about everything a woman could want. A marble Adonis made flesh, right in front of me. My hands tingled with the growing need to touch him, but I held off in anticipation of getting him inside.

  Ian caught me staring, an upward twitch of his fingers raising my chin. His eyes met mine. “See something you like?”

  God, his voice was like liquid sex.

  I’d grown to love our back-and-forth verbal sparring, teasing and working each other up until one or both of us couldn’t take the tension anymore. I wondered which of us would break first for the next round. Pride wanted it to be him… but something more primitive wanted it to be me.

  Still, I had to try to get him as worked up as he’d gotten me. I grinned and waved a hand dismissively “I was just wondering how you’re going to get properly dry while you’re still wearing those.” My casual glance toward his trunks was a bit of an excuse to check out the package that had been concealed under the water, now starkly outlined through the soaked fabric.

  Having finished drying off, he dropped the towel and approached me, his own wicked smile growing by the moment. “I could ask you the same, you know.”

  He reached out and slipped a finger under my wet bra step, but I took a teasing step away and turned to look over my shoulder at him. “Mr. Callahan, how very inappropriate!” Even as I teased, the secret excitement of the way we were playing set my heart beating a little faster.

  A full, throaty laugh was his only response, though it seemed to descend into a sort of growled half-moan when I reached back to undo my bra. It fluttered open in the back as I clutched it to my chest in front.

  Just as I was about to go on teasing, feigning innocence and modesty, he closed the distance between us. I felt the firmness of his chest press against my back, then the slow slide of his hands up my stomach.

  A gasp was all I could manage in response. The sudden warmth of his touch sent a shiver through me, and it only got stronger as the heat of his lips pressed against the joining of my neck and shoulder. As my skin prickled from the contrast, my nipples hardened in the cool night air. His hands slid up the cups of my unfastened bra, wonderful heat spreading as he squeezed and kneaded. I was burning up in all the right places, and he knew it.

  Ian held me possessively against his chest, one hand still teasing my nipple. As he leaned forward, bending to rest his chin on my shoulder, his other hand slid down across my stomach… and slipped inside my panties.

  I’d been lost in the intoxicating mix of sensations, but a new one jolted to the front suddenly, causing my hips to jerk forward. He laid a fingertip with practiced ease at my most sensitive place and began stroking, soft and slow. When I instinctively pushed my hips back against his, I felt his hard length press firmly against me.

  “Oh, god. Ian, you…” I was cut off by a single firm upward stroke, my body seeming to freeze up and melt into his touch all at once.

  He spoke low and soft, but there was a new edge in his voice. A sort of prowling hunger that drove me just as wild as the words themselves.

  “Have I proven to you that I can find the right spot?” He gave my clit a pinch to emphasize his point. All I could do was to moan and writhe against him as he continued. “Has anyone ever gotten you this excited? This wet? You’ve dated boys before, but now you’re with a man.”

  Ian punctuated his statement with a sudden flurry of stimulation, making my legs tremble and buckle as I leaned my head back against his chest. It was all I could to shake my head, and my answer made that wicked smile of his all the wider.

  His pace quickened, my breath along with it. He was right—this was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Part of me knew I should say something sassy back to him, to continue our game, but I couldn’t, and it wasn’t just because he was stealing every word I tried to get out with a new round of overwhelming pleasure. All I could do was nod. His touch was already bringing me dangerously close again.

  And then it stopped. He stepped back, and as his hands retreated, my bra slid all the way off my arms and onto the floor.

  “The bedroom is down the hall on the right. I want you on my bed in one minute.”

  God, he was being so commanding, and it was hot as hell. It took just about everything I had to remain upright after the onslaught of pleasure. My first few steps were a little wobbly, and the chuckle behind me told me he noticed and loved it. Such an overachiever, and so damn arrogant. If we were headed to the bedroom, perhaps I could get at least one more little tease in.

  With a seductive backwards glance, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and teased them down a few inches. Ian was still behind me, but I could sense his rapt attention. Still using both hands, I tugged a little lower and then stopped. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him staring at my ass, one hand on the bulge in his trunks. Score one for me.

  Delighted, I let go of the waistband of my panties leaving them just barely clinging to my cheeks. I certainly had his attention, and he moved to stand behind me, but I danced ahead of him. “Sorry,” I said. “I only have thirty seconds left.”

  His voice was a frustrated growl. “Have those panties off by the time I get in there.” Shivers coursed through me, but I stuck to my game plan, swaying my hips more than necessary as I walked away from him.

  His bedroom was huge with high, vaulted ceilings. To say it was lavish would be an understatement, but there was nothing gaudy about it. Understated and dark, everything seemed to reflect his personality and his tastes. I came to stand at the foot of the bed where the king-size mattress was positioned just about at my hip.

  A hand on my hair made me turn. “I couldn’t wait thirty seconds to do this,” Ian said. He was naked, but I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the intensity of his eyes as he stared into mine. His fingers dug through my hair until he found the clip I’d used to put it up. He eased it away and my hair spilled around my bare skin.

  Ian placed a hand on each of my shoulders and lowered me down onto the bed. Wordlessly, I tried to push my panties down farther. Then his hands were there, and he made quick work of the web fabric. My legs parted as he slid between my thighs, his body hovering over mine.

  He didn’t press his hips down—he even pulled back a little when I strained to meet them. Instead, he leaned down and began suckling and teasing at my nipples. He knew how badly I wanted him, but it seemed he was going to take his sweet time in enjoying me.

  Soon, his kisses drifted down to my belly, and I felt a sudden catch in my chest along with the thrill that ran through me as his attentions continued to descend. When his lips grazed against my slit, I could feel myself melting against him, giving myself over utterly.

  Slowly, gently, he lavished me, worshiped me with his tongue. If I’d had any doubt—and I hadn’t—that he knew his way around a woman’s body, he’d proven it several times over tonight. And the night wasn’t even done.

  Ian blew warm breath across my folds as one long finger circled my entrance. Every second brought more waves of arousal. And every second brought me closer and closer to another mind-shattering orgasm. Just as I was gasping for air, making needy little cries, he pulled back. Seemingly on its own, my hand shot out to grasp the back of his head. I was absolutely desperate, but he leaned back just enough to stay out of reach.

  “Tell me how badly you want it.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. Those words alone sent me careening back toward the edge, the pleasure that permeated every bit of me just as strong as anything else he’d made me feel. I could hardly think through the haze of sensations, let alone speak, but I managed a few words in between the gasps and moans he continued to pull from me with his teasing little licks.

  “
I… I want it.” My whole body seemed to flush at being made to tell him.

  He stopped suddenly. “Not good enough. More.”

  Another sudden surge at the sound of his voice. I pressed my hips toward him, my eyes shut tight in desperation. “Oh, god! I need it, please!”

  My body ached and trembled for the return of those talented lips, but the bed shifted as he raised himself up, kneeling between my legs. I lifted my head and stared in awe at the long, hard cock in his fist. It was so big that I could feel the heat even though it wasn’t touching me—yet. “Please,” I begged.

  “Please what?” he asked, still fisting his cock.

  “Please take me,” I begged. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel all of you.” My words were breathy, needy, and one hundred percent true. But it was more than just the delicious pounding I knew he could give me. I wanted him. I wanted all of his attention—all of his devotion—all of him.

  “Good girl.” Ian’s seductive voice caressed my ears. I quivered in anticipation as he quickly rolled on a condom and then pressed against my opening. God, I craved this so badly.

  Tentatively, I slid my fingertips across his thick length, feeling the heat brush past my hand as he moved into position. When he pushed the tip inside me, I grabbed onto the sheets, twisting them between my fingers. He was so big. And so skilled as he hovered just inside me, moving in little pulses that were driving me crazy. Then he pushed in and I cried out. The feeling of being so filled, so stretched, was unbelievable. Every thrust brought him a little deeper, and by the time our hips finally met, I couldn’t think of anything but that feeling.

  The familiar warmth of his hand on my face pulled me out of the vortex of bliss he’d plunged me into long enough to meet his lips with mine in a hungry, desperate sort of kiss. I could feel his need just as much as he must have felt and heard mine.

  His strokes were long and slow at first. Our moans joined in harmony just as our bodies were. As his pace quickened, I wrapped my legs around his waist to urge him on, utterly lost to the passion, the immediacy. Nothing mattered except the two of us and what we were sharing.