She sucked until it was soaked, and then she knelt above me, her palms braced on my shoulders, the slick entrance of her pussy now wrapped around the crown of my dick.
I shut my eyes, letting the back of my head fall back and land on the headboard.
“No,” she whispered. “I want you to watch me. I know you like fucking me, Kobe. Just as much as I love fucking you.”
“Hell yeah I do, but this is fucked up, Chanel.” I opened my eyes as she started moving, lifting up and down on my cock, the walls of her pussy gripping the hell out of it.
“I don’t care,” she sighed, throwing her hair over her shoulder and then leaning forward to suck on my neck.
Goddamn.
With her pussy wrapped around my dick, her lips and tongue on my neck, my hands cupping her ass, I had no choice but to shut the hell up. It was too fucking much, all of it bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My cock was growing harder inside her, and she held me tighter, bringing her chest down and dragging her soft lips up to the shell of my ear, sucking on the lobe.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Grabbing her by the upper arms, I flipped her onto her back, sliding my cock deep into her pussy when I shifted between her legs, making her mouth form a wide O.
Her back arched and her legs locked around my waist. I cupped her perfect ass in my hands and stroked repeatedly, watching her tits bounce with each powerful thrust.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I rasped, bringing my lips down, breathing on her skin. “And I don’t know what it is about you, baby, but I swear I will never be able to get enough of you.”
Fuck no, I wasn’t going to be able to get enough. Her pussy was amazing, always hot, wet, and ready for me. I gripped her waist and she looked up, just as I guided her body up.
I flipped her around, forcing her face into the sheets, needing to see her beautiful ass. She spread herself wide open, showing off the pretty little pussy between her creamy thighs.
Gripping my cock, I bent over, licking her from her clit to her asshole. She was fresh. So fresh, and she shuddered and moaned when I did it again. I licked and sucked until her pussy was dripping wet, then I straightened up, still gripping my cock, pressing it into her slick pussy.
She gasped, clutching the sheets, her cheek pressed into the mattress. Her hair was all over face, her eyes squeezed shut as I coaxed the moans out of her. I slid in slowly, savoring every inch, until nothing but the hilt of my cock could be seen.
I was so deep that when she clenched, I shuddered next. I wanted so badly to come then. I breathed raggedly, gripping one of her asscheeks in hand, slamming hard and deep.
“You can’t get enough of me, can you, baby?” I crooned, looking down at her. She propped herself up on her palms, throwing her hair over her shoulder to look at me.
“No, I can’t,” she breathed.
“You want me inside you every fucking day. You’ve wanted me since you laid eyes on me. I could tell.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and she shrieked, but I cupped her mouth rapidly, shoving myself deeper. “Be quiet,” I whispered in her ear as she whimpered. “You don’t want us getting caught, do you?”
She shook her head, her hair tugging in my hand. I dropped the hand from her mouth, but kept her hair in my hand, using the other to grip her hip and drive me into a fuller stroke.
She yelped again, quieter this time, but heavier.
“Look at you. Milking my fucking dick.” She forced her hips back, trying to get me deeper, but I teased her by pulling out just a little bit. For one, I was so close to coming that I had to gain control. And two, I loved seeing her writhe and silently beg for it.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, tilting her hips so nothing but her ass was in the air. “Fuck me harder, Kobe.”
“Goddamn it, Chanel. I swear I’m going to get into so much fucking trouble with you.”
I couldn’t speak anymore, not with her cheeks spread wide open, giving me the perfect view of how deep I actually was inside her. Her asshole was untouched and I wanted so badly to touch it, drive into it, but instead, I sucked my thumb and then licked it, swirling the pad of it around the puckered hole.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, like it was something she’d never felt before, and never expected. I knew it wasn’t. Her lame ex-boyfriend didn’t have shit on me. I kept swirling while my hips moved forward and backward.
She was aching for more, swirling her hips and slamming back, trying to be greedy. I pressed my thumb deeper into her ass and she moaned heavily.
“God, Kobe. Please,” she begged.
“What are you begging for, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to stop teasing and fuck me. Please,” she whined.
I pushed my thumb deeper into her ass. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “So good.”
“Do you want my cock in there too?”
Without hesitation, she said, “Yes, please.” All with way too much enthusiasm.
Those were the only words I needed to hear. That sweet little ass of hers was about to become mine too.
I pulled my cock out, and leaned forward, licking in and around the rim of her ass, making it as wet as possible. I pulled back a fraction and slid a finger into her. She moaned harder.
“Ready, baby?”
She nodded, her breaths heavy.
“Sure about this?” I knew she’d never done it before. Anal was a completely different level, but she still wanted it.
“Yes,” she insisted. “Please.”
Sitting up tall, I pumped my cock slowly, bringing the thick tip to her tiny virgin hole.
I pressed into it and she gasped, gripping the sheets like her life depended on it. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop,” I murmured when the head was fully in.
“No. Keep going. Don’t stop,” she demanded breathless, pushing back lightly. I kept going, slower this time. I had to be gentle. My cock looked so big in her tiny ass, but it was so fucking sexy watching it sink deeper, disappearing. I was glad she didn’t want me to stop.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight, Chanel,” I groaned. She moaned again, and her whimpering and moaning became louder and louder until I was completely inside. “Oh, shit,” I rasped. “That’s all of me, baby. I’m deep in your ass. You like how that feels?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, it’s so big. You feel so good.”
I started a light stroke, holding her waist. Soft and easy for this little girl. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to handle me going too hard.
She squirmed, sighing my name. Shit, I was so hard inside her. So fucking close to coming.
It didn’t even take long for it to happen. I could only hold off for so long now. This was the pinnacle—being so deep in her ass I couldn’t even see straight.
Her ass was wrapped so tight around my cock that with each stroke, it was only bringing me closer and closer to climax. I brought a hand down and played with her clit, swirling the pad of my fingers around it, and it was just enough.
She threw her head back and cried out, but I pushed her head back down, making her scream into the mattress instead. It was still loud, but not loud enough to hear outside the room, I hoped.
I shuddered as a groaned vibrated through me and I watched this sweet girl come with my cock in a place she’d never shared with anyone else before.
“Fuck, your ass feels amazing.” I throbbed hard, and then I came in her ass, twitching and moaning with each squirt.
She collapsed after I emptied myself inside her, and I pulled out, rolling onto my back.
We both breathed heavily, chests sinking and rising. I shut my eyes for a second, thinking about what we’d just done. Her dad was four doors down. What in the hell was I doing? I caved. I always caved so quickly for her.
I craved her day and night—all of it so sudden. I was so damn weak when she climbed on my lap, wanting nothing more than to feel her wet, hot pussy all over again.
It was
almost an addiction—a hopeless, overwhelming addiction.
This wasn’t like me, and the sad part? I couldn’t figure out how to stop it.
“Oh my gosh,” she panted. “That’s the first time I’ve ever let anyone back there.”
I smirked. “Why me?”
She shrugged. “I could tell you knew what you were doing.”
I laughed, low and deep, then pushed up on my elbow, grabbing her face between my fingers and planting my lips on top of hers. I kissed her once. Twice. Softly.
She moaned, pressing into me like she wanted more, gripping my hip and sucking on my tongue.
“Why can’t you just be mine?” I panted on her lips.
“Because you’d rather be my bodyguard instead,” she shrugged. “Like you said, you need this job.”
My head shook. “Yeah, I need it. It’s…complicated.”
“I have all night,” she responded. “Explain how.”
“Not tonight.” I sat up, peering toward the door. It was still quiet out there. Good.
“When will you? I just don’t understand,” she responded. “You’re so private. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad…can it?”
“Honestly, I just don’t want to think or talk about it right now. Taking this job was my new start. A fresh start. I don’t want to think about the past, Chanel.”
She narrowed her eyes and sat up. “Fine. Whatever.” She stepped off the bed, picking up her gown. “But if you plan on sticking around and being my bodyguard, while also having illicit sex with me, then you’re going to have to explain one day, Kobe. I’m not a fan of secrets.”
Oh, I knew it. Chanel was persistent. One day she was going to get me to crack, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be ready for it.
She walked to the door, gripping the doorknob. “See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, superstar.”
Her eyes rolled, she sucked her teeth, and then she walked out, tiptoeing her way back to her bedroom.
NINETEEN
Chanel
The next morning, the sunlight was pouring through my window. I rolled over and the first thing I felt was soreness in my rear end.
Oh, yeah. Right…
I sighed, just thinking about it. After having a bottle of wine to myself, I think I got a little carried away last night and ended up getting more than expected.
Not that I minded.
I got up and washed quickly, hearing voices downstairs. After getting dressed I walked out of the room, looking across the hallway at Kobe’s door. His door was wide open, but he was nowhere in sight.
Walking down the stairs, I made way to the kitchen, where Dad and Nicole were already standing. Nicole’s lower back was pressed to the edge of the counter, a slice of whole-wheat toast in her hand. Dad had his elbows on the counter, nursing a mug of coffee.
“Bad hangover, huh?” I laughed, walking around the counter to kiss him on the cheek.
“Sweetie,” he sighed. “Don’t even ask.” He gave me a big hug. “Sleep well?”
“Just great.” I pulled away, walking next to Nicole for the coffee. I poured myself a mug. “Morning,” I sang to her and her eyes grew rounder.
“Well, someone seems really chipper this morning.” She wiggled her eyebrows, giving me a look like she knew something was up. She could make all the assumptions she wanted, ask with her eyes however much she wanted to, but I wasn’t going to spill.
“Just feeling great about the charity event today,” I said. “I invited a lot of people. Hopefully we get a bigger donation this year.”
Dad merely ignored us, sipping his coffee. Nicole nodded her head, pushing off the counter. “Speaking of, there are a few more people I want to call and follow up with.” She pointed to the patio door where the pool was. That’s when I noticed the people out there with boxes and containers in hand. “Breakfast is being set up out there. Catered by your mom’s favorite breakfast spot in Beverly Hills. Dash of Syrup”
I smiled at her. See, this was why I didn’t think she was all bad. She cared. She really did, even though she tried too hard sometimes and was over-the-top about a lot of things, she still made great effort. I also appreciated her for being there for my dad. I knew I couldn’t be around for him as much as before, so I was glad he had her to lean on.
“Don’t you want to join us?” I asked.
“I will after I wrap up a few calls. Go and enjoy yourself. Relax before the event starts tonight.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Nicole.” With a smile, she took off, heading up the stairs, most likely to Dad’s office. “Come on, Dad. Let’s get some food in your belly.”
I walked toward the patio door and he trotted after me. He sat down in the chair across from me, and our eyes scanned all the food. Blueberry and raspberry pancakes, hot maple syrup, omelets, and my favorite of all, bacon.
“Oh, this is perfect.” I grabbed a few slices of bacon and a blueberry pancake.
“We wanted you to relax today, Nelly.” Nelly. I pretended the name didn’t cause a squeeze around my heart. That was Mom’s nickname for me. As if Dad noticed the smile slightly slip from my lips, he changed the subject and asked, “So how do you like having Kobe as your bodyguard?”
I avoided his eyes after that question, biting the bacon. “He’s cool.”
“Is he like the others, or better?”
“Hmm.” Oh, he’s better all right. I shrugged. “He’s good. He does his job.”
“Good. Just want to make sure he’s worth the fourteen-thousand dollars we’ll be paying him bi-weekly.”
“You’re paying him fourteen-thousand dollars? Are you guys insane!”
“No. We’re logical. I see you going to great places, Chanel. Eventually you will need more than one bodyguard.” He eyed me seriously. “I like that he is determined. I saw him leave this morning and go for a jog. He stays healthy. Keeps his distance. He doesn’t ask for much.”
I smashed my lips together, grabbing the jug of orange juice and pouring some into my glass.
“Before he took this job, he was off for a whole year and I can’t figure out why. He didn’t go deeper into it, other than to say it was personal and necessary, so it made me a bit suspicious at first. But, we all have things we don’t wish to share with anyone else. Sometimes we just need a break from life. I don’t think I have much to worry about with him. We did our research. He’s very hard on himself and he seems like a decent, well put-together man.
“Why take a year off without explaining, if this is a full-time job? Did he have a baby with someone? Did someone die? And if that were the case, why would he need to be so secretive about it?” I was loaded with questions, and with each one, Dad’s eyes became more and more serious. Shit, I’d given away too much.
Dad looked at me sternly, waving a finger after popping a piece of pancake into his mouth. “I don’t know, Chanel, but I know how you are, so don’t go digging. Keep to yourself and worry only about yourself. Stay out of his personal life. It’s not your business and it’s not where you belong.” He finished chewing the piece of pancake. “He knows if he tries anything with you or even tries to get too close, he’s fired and his reputation is tarnished. I will not have it.”
I let out a sharp breath, slouching back in my chair with my cup of orange juice in hand. Kobe was a quiet man, and he was hiding something. I figured.
But secrets, no matter how big or small, always came to light somehow. I wanted to know what he was hiding. Then again, I worried that if I found out the truth, it would make me look at him in a completely different way.
TWENTY
Chanel
Kobe showed up about twenty minutes after Dad and I finished breakfast. I was in my room when I saw him treading along, stepping into his room across the hall, pulling his sweaty shirt over his head and revealing perfect abs. Three rows of muscle, slick with sweat.
He kicked his shoes off, and as if he felt me looking, he glanced over his shoulder. Our eyes locked for a mome
nt. I focused on his lips next, how supple they were. He was breathing heavily after his jog, broad chest rising and sinking.
Kobe was a work of art—he was glorious in all the right places and in all the right ways. I wanted to run right toward him and climb him like a tree, feel his big arms wrap around me right before he tossed me on his bed and took me.
He turned all the way to look at me, his shorts low on his hips, revealing the start of a deep V carved in his waist. I shifted in my seat in front of the vanity, unable to pull away as he dipped his thumbs beneath the hem of them and slid them down. His boxers went down with them, and he stood there, his thick cock hanging between his legs. He gripped it and was still watching me when I met his gaze again.
He got harder and harder, stroking his cock, watching me intently. God, he was testing me. Dad was downstairs and Nicole was still in the office down the hallway. She could have walked out that door at any given moment, caught him in the act, but I didn’t want him to stop.
And sure enough, he didn’t. He pumped his cock faster, and to help him get there, I spread my legs open and pulled my dress up, showing him what I knew he’d love to see. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could hear his groan from across the hallway.
“Play with yourself,” he mouthed, and my breaths became shallow as I lowered my hand, propping my other on the bench. I sucked on my middle finger, making it wet before pressing it on my clit and swirling it in tiny circles.
Kobe’s head fell back just a little, his cock hard and glistening at the tip now. He stroked faster, his hand tight around the shaft, the tip swollen. Veins popped up on his neck; he was close, so close, and I gasped as I dipped a finger into my pussy, realizing how wet I was from just watching.
He groaned harder and then he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nostrils, his cum spilling all over the floor. He came hard and fast, his large body shuddering with the final pumps.
“Fuck,” I heard him rasp.
I pulled my hand away, and then I heard a door creak open and Nicole’s voice interrupted. I shoved my dress down as footsteps started up, but when I looked ahead, Kobe’s door was already closed.
Caress: The Nora Heat Collection Page 8