“I'm going to collapse,” she announced.
“So no sushi?” he asked.
“Yes sushi.” She plopped into the couch. He sat in the recliner across from her and unfolded a takeout menu.
“What do you want?”
“Something spicy, and with eel.”
“Eel sounds good, actually.” He dialed the number. She laid back on the couch and looked around. The kitchen was to the right of her, it looked like, and the bathroom right next to it. She stood, curious, and padded to the kitchen. She turned on the light. Dark cabinetry and black slate countertops greeted her. She opened the stainless steel refrigerator. It was completely empty, except for mustard, ketchup, and beer. She smiled. Her refrigerator looked pretty similar. Most nights she ate out, being too tired to cook. She'd never admit that fact to Toni, the health food queen, though.
She wandered out and into the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway. The shower was huge. She turned to him, still on the phone with sushi place. “Are you serious?” she mouthed. His shower had multiple shower-heads, including a rain-fall soaker. The tile, floor to ceiling, was all marble. His loft was like house porn. She shook her head. She had been saving up for her dream home for years and he had everything she could dream of in a house already.
She felt Christophe's hand snake around her waist and he pressed his lips to her neck. “In the mood for a shower?”
“That is an orgy shower.”
“An orgy shower?” He threw his head back and laughed. “What exactly is an orgy shower?”
“It's self-explanatory,” Annata said.
“Well if you want to test out your theory,” His teeth skimmed her neck. “Let me know.”
“You're disgusting.” She smiled.
“You love how disgusting I am.” He let her go and walked back to the living room. She had to admit, the thought of an orgy with Christophe in the thick of it was slightly hot. Only slightly.
“Do you have any wine?” she asked, going over to her bag. She unzipped it and rooted through looking for her pajama pants and a tank-top. He watched her as she lifted her sweater over her head. “This goes without saying, but your apartment is amazing.”
“Only with you in it.” He watched her, working his jaw as she undressed. She kicked off her pants and he leaned forward with a growl. “Do you want me to ravage you on the floor, or on the bed?” he said. She unhooked her bra and dangled it in front of him. He levered himself up off the couch and had his arms around her in seconds. He ran his fingernails up her sides, passing her ribs, and reaching her breasts. She felt goosebumps break out over her skin as he cupped the weight of her in his palms. “Well? Floor or bed?” he whispered, working her nipples with his thumbs.
“That couch is pretty comfortable,” she said, her mind growing hazy. He smiled and sat back on the arm of the couch, pulling her toward him. His face now level with her breasts, he took advantage of the situation, sucking her left nipple into his mouth. She slipped her arms around his neck and raked her fingers through his hair. He ran his face across her breast, his chin stubble setting off sparks across her skin, and then attacked the right nipple. He licked and sucked at her, slowly driving her mad. She watched him as he worshipped her. He trailed kisses between the valley of her breasts. He let his hands slid down her waist to her hips. He pulled her against his chest and slid his fingers between her panties and her skin.
“Annie,” he murmured, then licked a slow circle around her areola. “Never leave me.” Then he took her nipple into his mouth again, flicking his tongue against the sensitive spot.
“If you keep doing that, I never will,” she moaned as he slid his hands lower to cup her ass.
“You promise?” He asked. Then he took her right nipple and lightly bit down, rolling the nub between his teeth. She felt her eyes roll back in her head at the heavenly sensation.
“I promise,” she breathed. He stood suddenly, taking her with him. She found herself flat on her back on the couch, breathing heavy. He knelt in front of her, rolling her panties down her legs. He tossed his shirt over his head and leaned over her, capturing her lips. She kissed him like her life depended on it. She didn't know if it was the lack of sleep or the lack of food, but she suddenly felt incredibly weak and trembly.
Christophe spread open her legs, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She scraped her fingers down his chest and went for his belt. He pulled away and bit the inside of her knee. “Look but don't touch,” he said, trailing his mouth lower until he reached her most intimate spot.
“Jerk,” she mumbled then gasped when he licked a path up her lips to her clit. “You can scream.” He said, nipping at her inner thigh. “No one can hear you.” Then he circled her clit with his tongue, slow then fast, then slow again. She obliged him, liking the sound of her voice echoing through the loft. He smiled, dipping his tongue between her lips.
“Christy!” She moaned and writhed against him, feeling the tension mounting within her. He traced the shape of her with his tongue.
“I could do this all night.” He ran his stubbled chin over her clit, and the roughness against her most sensitive spot almost made her come up off the couch. He chuckled, low in his throat. He slipped one finger inside of her wet heat, then another. She gasped, as he pumped slowly in and out. All she could do was feel. She closed her eyes, letting herself go to the sensation. He slid another finger inside her and she bucked against him. “Open your eyes.” He said. She forced hers open, letting them readjust to the light. “I want you to see me.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. He caught her eyes as he flicked his tongue across her clit. He thrust four fingers inside her at once, his mouth nipping and sucking at her. She felt her toes curling as he thrust harder and faster. She began to tease her own nipples, tweaking them and palming them. She saw his eyes darken as he watched her play with herself. Finally, he curled his fingers deep inside her, beckoning her climax. She let her head drop back between her shoulder blades as she felt the orgasm take over her. She felt her body spasm as liquid heat spread through her. She heard her voice echoing in her ears as he continued pumping his fingers deep inside.
Annata dropped back, panting and sweating. He pressed kisses to her stomach and thighs as she came down from the climax. “You okay?” he asked, licking her off of his fingers. She nodded, still in a daze. He rose, and went over to her bag. She ran her tongue over her lips, her mouth dry.
“Where are you going?” she said. She wanted to give him the same release that he gave her. She pushed herself to sitting.
“Here.” He handed her her pajamas. “It can get cold in here.” He strolled barefoot over to the windows, and pulled the heavy curtains closed, shutting out the city lights.
“You don't want to...?” She let her voice trail off, watching him.
“What?” He ran his hand through his hair. “Oh. You wanted wine didn't you?” He moved toward the kitchen. She tossed the clothes aside and stood up, following him. She caught him up against the counter. She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and kissed the ridge between his shoulder-blades.
“You don't want to fuck me?” she murmured. He corked the bottle of the wine. Aftershocks of the orgasm he'd just given her pulsed through her as her nipples brushed against his back. She pressed her cheek against his smooth skin.
“Of course I do.” He poured a glass. “Why rush? We have all night.” Something about his tone —so nonchalant after giving her an earth-shattering orgasm—annoyed her. He was almost arrogant in his ability to please her. Two could play that game, she decided. She slipped her hands around his waist to unbutton his pants. She heard his sharp intake of breath at her touch and smiled. She bared her teeth and dragged them down the ridges of his spine.
She dropped to her knees, taking his jeans with her. He slapped his palms on the countertop. “Turn around,” she said.
“Annie,” he warned. She dragged her teeth across his left ass cheek and bit down, lightly.
“Turn a
round,” she repeated. He turned, finally, his delicious erection at her eye level. She leaned forward, closing her mouth around the head of him. She licked him like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around him. His fingers tightened on the edge of the countertop, his knuckles whitening. He stared at her, his face pained.
“Watch me,” Annata whispered, then sucked him so deep in her throat she almost gagged. She felt warmth wash over her as he filled her. She was completely under his control, and yet, he was completely under hers. He let out a jagged breath, his stomach taut. His cock was heavy and big in her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him. He bucked against her, and a thrill ran through her.
She felt his fingertips on her cheek. She let his cock thrust against the inside of her cheek, so he could feel himself inside of her. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until her lungs felt like they were going to burst. Then she reared back and let him drop from her mouth. Christy gave a throaty groan and his cock jerked in front of her. She ran her tongue up the length of him. Then she sat back on her heels.
“Will the food be here soon? I'm suddenly starving.”
“Annie,” he said through gritted teeth.
“What? We have all night.” She said.
“Don't.”
“Don't what?” she asked. She pushed herself to standing and reached around him, making sure her arm brushed the skin of his side. She took a wine glass and put it to her lips. “Mmm,” she moaned. “It's good.” He watched her, a dangerous look in his eye. She turned from him, swinging her hips as she headed back toward the living room. She heard him behind her before he grabbed her, but she was still unprepared for the force with which he threw her on the bed. Somewhere, the wine glass broke. She landed on her stomach, her heart pounding in her throat.
She felt his weight on top of her, fingers digging into her hips as he angled her against him. She bucked, wanting him so bad she ached. And then he thrust into her so hard and deep it took her breath away.
“Cock tease,” he said, his voice rough. He shoved into her again. Her cheek scraped against the duvet as he fucked her. He closed his hand over hers, his face pressed into her hair. She spread her fingers, and he tightened his, their hands intertwining. A scream ripped from her throat as he thrust again and ground his hips into her ass. He stilled. “Am I hurting you?” he said, out of breath.
“Don't stop,” she moaned, tightening her grip on his fingers. He swept her hair off of her neck and kissed her there, softly.
“You do this to me,” he said. He dug his knees into the bed, further forcing hers apart. Then he plunged into her ruthlessly, again and again. She grit her teeth against the onslaught, her body screaming for release. “Only you.” He whispered against her skin. Another cry of passion escaped her lips as he rammed into her, filling her completely until there was no room for clear or rational thought. She could feel herself being sucked into the black hole where only she and Christophe existed.
She heard a muffled scream and she felt him jerk and spasm inside of her. “Tell me you love me.” She breathed. If she didn't come, her heart was going to explode out of her chest, she just knew it.
“I love you. Oh God, I love you,” he said hoarsely, and she came apart. She felt his come filling her as stars burst behind her eyelids. She throbbed around him, her body humming with the force of her orgasm. One last cry ripped from her throat and then they collapsed into each other, sweating and breathing hard.
“Dammit, Annie,” he breathed before he rolled off of her onto his back. She felt a giggle rising to the surface and she couldn't contain it. Soon, she was laughing hysterically into the duvet. A tide of joy swept over and she couldn't help it. Maybe it was the jet lag? She didn't know or care. She was too happy.
Christophe rolled her over onto her back in a quick movement. “I'm going to try not to take it personal that you're laughing after I just fucked you,” he said. She threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh Christy.” She gasped between giggles.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said. A smile spread across his face.
“Was it that good?”
“Shut up!” She giggled, burying her face in his chest. God. It was almost as if she'd never had sex before—but sex with Christophe was in a completely different category than any sex she'd had before. It was as if their bodies were made to fit together.
He pinned her hands above her head. “You're going to pay for that.” He kissed her hard and deep and she felt herself melting all over again. The buzzer rang suddenly and both of them jumped. “Shit.” He slid off of her. “Don't move a muscle.” Annata sat up, alarmed, as she remembered the wine glass, broken somewhere on the floor.
“Watch out for the glass!” she called out. He glanced at the floor, and sidestepped an area around the couch. She vaguely hoped the wine glass—and the wasted wine— wasn't too expensive. He blew her a kiss before grabbing a robe from the bathroom door on his way to the elevator. She sat forward, dropping one foot to the floor, intent on cleaning up the mess. He caught her with a look.
“Ah. Don't move.” He smiled. She rolled over, pulling the duvet with her, covering herself. She heard Christophe talking to the delivery guy and smiled. Christophe was right, they still had all night. And she didn't plan on wasting it.
Chapter 15
Christophe woke to an errant light shining him in the eye. A crack between the curtains was the culprit. Grumbling, he rolled over onto his stomach, settling his arm over Annie. Aftershocks of the sex that had taken place the night before shot through his body. He shuddered as his sensitive dick brushed her thigh. Remembering the events of the night before, he couldn't help but smile. He had made her come three more times before they collapsed from exhaustion. Annie slept naked, on her back, with the blanket down around her hips. Palming her supple breasts, he wondered if she was cold. He pulled the blanket up over her chest. He kissed her collarbone and nuzzled her neck before closing his eyes again. He didn't know what time it was and he didn't care. Nothing was getting him out of the bed they shared.
He was finally drifting back to sleep when he heard his phone vibrating on the bedside table. He ignored it. Eventually, it shut up. Then Annata's phone on her side of the bed began ringing. A loud, annoying, business-like ring. “Fucking son of a bitch,” he grumbled. Annie rolled over, reaching a blind hand for the phone. She answered it without even opening her eyes.
“This is Annata St. James.” Her voice was remarkably clear. Was she ever less than perfect? He tossed himself over on his back and flung his arm over his face. Obviously, he wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep anytime soon. “Hi, William,” she said. He felt her moving beside him. He snuck a peek. She was sitting up straight, her eyes open. “The flight was fine,” she said. “When do you want to meet?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “Dinner will work. I look forward to it.” Then she hung up and flopped back onto the pillows. Christophe rolled back over, snuggling his head against her breasts.
“The Old Man wants a play by play of Paris?” he asked.
“Of course.” She ran her hand through his hair. He closed his eyes, the rhythm of her breathing and the warmth of her skin lulling him back to sleep. “I'm sure he wants both of us to be there.”
“Do you want me there?” he said.
“No,” she said, sighing. “One look at us and he'll know we've been fucking.”
“Maybe he will, who cares?”
“I care.” She traced the line of his cheekbone.
“He and everyone else will know soon enough,” he mumbled.
“What? What do you mean?” Her hand stilled.
“When I tell him, he'll know. And then Miranda will know. After that, everyone will know,” he said.
“You can't tell him,” she said, matter-of-factly. He pushed himself up and stared at her.
“Are you being serious?” he said, wanting to gauge her mood. She looked at him, wide-eyed.
“He can't know. Not unt
il he makes the CEO appointment.” Annata checked the time on her phone. “Jesus, it's already 3.” She slid her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, her back to him. He watched her, debating whether or not he should be pissed. The pissed side won out.
“So I'm supposed to pretend that we're not together.” He laid back and crossed his arms behind his head. “Maybe I'll bring a date to dinner. I'm sure The Old Man would love that.”
Annata shot him a look over her shoulder. “Do it, see what happens.”
“You're not getting jealous are you?” He said.
“No.” She stood and went to the windows. She flung open the curtains. He groaned and rolled over, shielding his sensitive eyes.
“Dammit Annie!” he yelled, his voice muffled by the mattress. He heard her laughter echoing through the loft. He felt his cock hardening at the sound. A mixture of anger and arousal wove its way through him. He wanted everyone to know that Annie was his girl. But he should have known that she would be less than excited at first to declare their coupledom to the world. He punched the mattress. Part of him said he was being stupid, that Annie just needed time. But the other part, the possessive, crazy-in-love part, wanted to take her down to the courthouse and marry her that instant.
He felt smooth hands running over his back and he arched his back into her touch. “Let's not be angry,” she said. “It's only for a little while.” He turned his face to look at her.
“Why should I go along with it?” he said.
“Because you love me and you want me to be happy?” She kneaded the muscles in his back.
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