by KB Winters
“Soon,” he moaned against my lips.
I couldn’t believe I was here, with him, doing this. “Yes . . .” I managed to cry out as two fingers slipped inside me, filling me up. I gripped his shoulders as his body pressed into mine, which meant his hand pressed against my clit, sending my body on a spiral of sensations I couldn’t control. I’d never felt this good, this out of control as an orgasm ripped through me and he swallowed the noise down, kissing me until my body went limp. “Fuck me, that was. . .shit, incredible.”
His deep laugh was amused and proud as he took a step back, so I could see him fully. Deep blue eyes filling with masculine pride as he held up the two fingers that he’d just plunged deep inside me and—oh my fucking god!—put them in his mouth! He plucked them out and held them to my mouth. “Want a taste?”
I frowned and shook my head. “No, thanks.”
He shrugged and pulled me further inside the office, over to his desk. “Yeah, right here.” He took hold of my panties, smirking at the candy canes, and pulled them down my legs before he grabbed me by my waist and picked me up to sit me on his desk.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t even know why I asked because I didn’t really care. My pussy was soaked and still pulsed with need.
“Testing out two separate theories,” he answered with a smug smile as he put his hand to my chest and forced me back. “Don’t look away.”
He sat in his chair, looking every inch the powerful businessman he was except for the festive tie hanging crookedly off his neck. One hand went to each of my thighs, spreading me wide so I was exposed to him.
I wanted to feel self-conscious about being so open, so vulnerable but my pussy glistened and pulsed, proof of how turned on I was just by his heated gaze. Then his mouth was on me and I was pretty sure I died at least three times and went to heaven as he paid very thorough attention to my pussy. He licked and sucked my lips, sending a strange vibrating sensation through me. His lips and tongue and even his teeth worked in a coordinated effort to drive me wild. And it worked. I couldn’t look away as those blue eyes landed on mine and he nibbled on my clit, ratcheting my arousal up to about a nine million before he sucked me into his mouth and I flew apart in a frenzy of color and fireworks.
I grabbed his head and rode his face like a bronco, coming and shouting, “Fuck! That was hot.” I could hear the awe in my voice, but he deserved it. If anyone knew how to lick a pussy, it was him.
Nick kissed up my body, pulling my dress down off my shoulders to show a little love to my tits, and just like that, I was ready to go again. He smiled, mouth shiny with my juices as he leaned in. “Kiss?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I held his face in my hands and kissed him with my eyes closed even though I knew I shouldn’t. I should keep them open while this all worked out. I couldn’t get sucked in, no matter what. But I could kiss him, his mouth was perfect and kissing him was damn near a religious experience. He pulled back too soon. “We taste good together.”
“I thought you might see it that way.”
He was so cocky but so far, it was well earned.
“What was the second theory?”
Instead of answering, he took my hand and pulled it down the length of his chest to rest on his hard dick. It was long and hard—I gave it a squeeze—and thick. He wanted me to see how turned on he was by eating me out. “You can still say no, Harley. Anytime.”
Was it bad that I had a mini-orgasm at the way he growled my name? He was absolute perfection in my eyes, but even Nick Steele couldn’t move mountains. “I want to, but I don’t think I can.”
He stepped back, disappointed, but a gentleman. It was why I’d crushed on him so hard for the past six months.
“I understand.”
“I don’t think you do. I’m telling you I want to do this, but I just came two times. Even with a battery powered cock I’ve never come more than twice in one night.” I should have been embarrassed to speak so frankly to him but the look in his eyes killed that idea.
He stepped closer, grinning in that macho way certain men have. Nick knew he was a catch and he wore his confidence like an expensive suit.
His wide shoulders and hard body were mouthwatering. When did a man like him have time to develop those muscles, I didn’t know, but I could get rich selling tickets to the show. The way he pumped his cock was hypnotic. He brought it closer, his other hand touching me, grazing gently across my skin, kneading my tits. Squeezing my nipples.
“Oh fuck!” He drew a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and sinking his teeth in as his cock slowly entered me. I was wet, slick with arousal and he slid in easily. Slowly, but easily. One torturous inch after another, he pushed in while his mouth made dirty love to my nipple. He pushed right past the barrier, biting me to blur the pain and I was grateful even though I was so turned on, the pain only heightened it.
“You okay?”
I nodded, telling myself the soft look in his eyes didn’t matter. He was a nice guy, that’s all. “Fuck yeah, I’m okay. Don’t stop. Please.” I was crazy with lust and with the pain completely gone, I felt needy. Hungry. Greedy for him. His cock. All of it. My virginal sensibilities were obliterated by my need for him to fuck me.
“You sure you don’t think you can come again?” he asked playfully as his body rocked slowly in and out of mine, the sensation strange and satisfying as he filled me up. Teased me. He gave me everything I wanted, except another orgasm. I don’t know how many times he stroked into me, brought me to the brink of orgasm before he pulled back, but when he finally let me come, I felt like my body had been reduced to nothing but the atoms that made me whole.
“Okay, so you proved me wrong,” I panted, completely out of breath from the force of that orgasm even as Nick continued to thrust into me. He slowed his hips in concession to my sensitive state, but he never stopped.
“Say it again,” he demanded and hooked my legs over his forearms, holding on to my wrists so I was basically trapped beneath him. I should have exercised some caution but fuck me, it felt so good, so goddamn hot that all I could do was look deep into his eyes as he pounded into me. Hard and fast. Slow and torturous. And I liked all of it. Every fucking bit of it, the way he plowed hard and deep, using my body to find his own pleasure. It was a bigger turn on than I could have imagined, and my pussy pulsed around him.
“You were right. I was wrong.”
He fucked me harder, my pussy grew wetter and my hips moved with the same urgency his did as we collided, rough and raw. Nick released me and palmed my tits, squeezing hard and he slammed harder and harder, sliding one hand down to my clit and pinching it. He thrust one final time, roaring my name as he came. “Harley! Fuck!”
His hips continued to move and his thumb and forefinger still held my clit in a punishing squeeze that pulled another orgasm from my weak, sweaty body. Legs heavy, he dropped down to the desk chair, taking me with him, causing powerful aftershocks as he slid even deeper into me. “My god!” My hungry pussy pulsed and flooded around him, making us both shiver. I fell forward and buried my face in his neck. Inhaling his scent and sucking a small patch of skin there just to have another taste of him.
I felt his cock thicken inside of me and I moaned. My body still hummed with desire and yeah, now I got it.
I understood the big deal about sex.
Really, really understood it.
Chapter Four
Nick
I was floored by the intensity of what had just happened with the curvy virgin. Well, not a virgin anymore. She was eager, energetic and she wasn’t so jaded that she couldn’t be adventurous in my office. And holy fuck was she responsive. Even now, minutes after burying my cock as deep in her as I could, I got a chub just thinking about the way she arched into me and cried out her pleasure. Fuck, that was the hottest sex I’d had in a long time.
I wanted her again and I knew that made me an asshole, but my cock sprang to life just thinking about her in my oversized office bathroom. The
n I heard it, the shower. I’d had it installed when they remodeled my office last year and had never taken the time to use it.
I was happy it finally got some use.
Just thinking about Harley naked and wet made my cock ready to play again. So soon. Music pumped floors below telling me the party was in full swing, so I could join her undisturbed.
A fucking knock sounded, and Deborah jiggled the knob. I opened it. “What is it, Deborah?”
“I brought you some cookies and some champagne since you’re determined to stay up here like a hermit.” Her gaze swept the room, but she said nothing.
“Thank you, Deborah. You may go whenever you’re ready, no need to stay if you don’t want to. Thanks for your help and happy holidays.”
She blinked, confused as her brown eyes grew round with surprise. “Thanks, Mr. Steele, you have a great holiday as well. Oh! I have something for you.”
I gritted my teeth as my cock and zipper duked it out and the zipper was winning. “That’s not necessary, Deborah.” It was too late, she’d already gone to her desk to get the gift. I tried not to get too familiar with my staff but Deborah was practically family as well as a damn good assistant. At forty-five, the butterscotch skinned woman looked fifteen years younger, with the strength and determination of a woman twice her age.
“I knew you’d say that, so I kept it simple but because of your generous bonus, Theo and I are spending two weeks on a beach in Hawaii.” She handed me a box covered in snowman wrapping paper, gave me a quick hug and dashed off. “Try not to work the whole two weeks,” she called over her shoulder as she hurried to the elevator.
With an amused grin, I closed and locked the door, set the box on my desk and answered the call my dick had been waiting for ever since the shower turned on. I pushed the door open and steam wrapped around me. I quickly stripped off my clothes, looking up at the sound of the shower door sliding open. “Need some help?”
Big green eyes looked me up and down and she licked her lips, like she wanted to lick me all over. “So much help.” Her mouth curled into a seductive grin and I stepped in, eager to get my hands on those round, creamy breasts. That tight, round ass.
I stepped inside the warm, steamy shower and my hands went to her shoulder, down to her breasts. “This kind of help?” She moaned when I palmed her nipples, leaning her head back into my chest.
“Yeah.”
Reaching for the shower gel, I poured a ridiculous amount in my hands and slathered her body from head to toe, lingering on her magnificent breasts, her legs, ass and between those luscious thighs. I sank to my knees and flung one leg over my shoulder. “Maybe this kind of help?”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond, I was too hungry for her. For more of those little moans when it all felt just right. I licked her from her asshole to her clit, flicking my tongue over it, hard and fast. When she began to grind on my mouth, I nearly came right there.
“Nick, please.”
Holy fucking shit, I couldn’t resist the way she said my name.
“Yes, Nick.”
I pulled on her clit, sucking until she fell apart, coming all over my tongue as I lapped up her pleasure. Fingers wrapped in my hair, she ground against me and shouted her orgasm, letting it echo against the tiled room. I kept a tight hold on her as I stood, turning her to face the blue and white tiles. “Your pussy is so wet.”
She giggled. “You give good head.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded and arched her back, pressing her ass against my hard cock. “So good. But right now, I need something a little longer. A lot harder.” I cut off her next words when I grabbed her hip and sank deep inside her wet pussy, burying myself and pulsing inside of her.
“Like that?”
“Just. Like. That.” She slammed her palms on the wall and pressed further back so I slipped even deeper, ripping a moan from both of us.
Fuck, she was so hot. She responded so eagerly to everything I did, crying loud and begging for more. My control snapped as I slammed into her over and over while the hot water beat over our bodies, making everything slicker. Hotter. She was still so tight, so hot as I filled her over and over, those little cries she made hardening my cock enough to ache.
“Nick, yes. Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!”
I felt her pussy grip me tight and suck me deep, her forceful orgasm ripped my own from me as she milked me dry. I held her around the waist and slid my hand down, massaging her clit to prolong our pleasure. “Oh, Harley. You sweet, sexy, dirty, dirty girl.”
She laughed against me, nearly collapsing to the floor when she tried to stand on her own. “I can’t believe it’s so. . .explosive.”
I agreed with her. Each time it got better and though my cock wanted to stand up and sing, the rest of me worried what that meant. I was used to cold, meaningless, perfunctory sex. Not whatever in the hell this was. “Want to go upstairs?”
“What’s upstairs?”
“I have an executive apartment so I don’t have to make the drive home on late nights.”
She looked uncertain but when her gaze landed on my mouth, I knew I had her. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to this either. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Five
Harley
Shocked. Satisfied. Achy. That’s how I felt after all the orgasms Mr. Steel, no Nick, had wrung from me. As a one-hundred-year-old virgin, I spent a lot of time pleasuring myself and I had never been able to achieve the levels of pleasure Nick had brought me to. Even now, inside the sparsely decorated penthouse apartment, I wasn’t nervous as my gaze passed over priceless authentic art, expensive furnishings or the million-dollar view. I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t because the only thing filling my mind was Nick.
And my body was on board with that line of thinking. My pussy felt permanently clenched, constantly flooding now in preparation for the next invasion. Each time I blinked, an image of his naked body, bronzed and muscular and wet as he licked me, drove into me, came to mind. He was hard and tight everywhere. Strong and masculine. All of it had been delicious and wicked. And naughty. And the greedy girl that I was, I wanted more.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice sounded right behind me, moments before his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips brushed my shoulder.
“Isn’t that my line?”
His kissable lips twisted into a wry grin. “Do you want it to be?”
I swallowed, feeling entirely too damn turned on considering my hair was still wet and my legs still trembled from the last orgasm. “What’s in the box?” I spied it as we quickly dressed in his office before he dragged me beyond the bathroom to a discreet elevator.
He blushed as I turned to face him. “A gift. From Deborah.”
I grinned. Deborah was the only woman, hell, the only person who could handle him. Everyone checked with her to get things done because they were terrified of the perfectionist owner who had no problems making them repeat a week of work because it wasn’t up to his standards. Deborah had the air of an experienced grandmother but the dogged determination of a Mafioso.
“Open it.”
He did, laughing as he pulled out a coffee mug warmer. “It’s perfect,” he exclaimed, truly shocked by the gift. “People always try to get me things they think a guy like me should want. Expensive booze, cuff links, ties. Billionaire gifts, if you will.”
I understood what he hadn’t said. “But that guy has very discerning tastes and prefers to do his own shopping?”
His lips curled up. “Something like that. At least a personal shopper who knows what designers I prefer and what sizes I wear.” He grinned at the warmer again and set it down, shocking me to my core when he picked up his phone. My mind began to race with possibilities when he spoke.
“Hey Dan, find out where Deborah and her husband are staying in Hawaii. Upgrade the flight and the room and add a full spa lineup for two. Anything else that might be nice, do it. Yep, thanks.” He tossed the phone on the table and grinned. “Now
, where were we?”
I looked at him again, feeling affection swell in my chest and I froze. Suddenly terrified by the soft feelings on display for him to see, I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. I couldn’t have affection for him, hell, I couldn’t afford to like him. This was one night of sex. A holiday fuck. A one-fucking-night-stand. It wouldn’t last and I knew it. No matter that all the sex and hormones were making me see things in a more flattering light, the fact was. . .billionaire businessmen didn’t fall for broke ass temps.
“What?”
He must have caught the affection, so I shrugged. “You’re a nice guy.”
“You thought otherwise?”
I shrugged again. “I don’t know you very well, but you always seem, I don’t know, like a jerk. But you’re not.” I almost called him misunderstood but that was the calling card for cheaters and abusers, wasn’t it? “You’re a good man, Nick Steele.”
He laughed and locked our fingers together as he pulled me toward the bank of windows. “Have you eaten?”
“Are you kidding? Do you see this dress I had to fit into?”
Nick nodded appreciatively as his gaze looked me up and down, eyes tracking like a heavy caress against my skin. “Good. Now that I plan on keeping you out of that dress, do you want to eat something?”
I nodded and he reached for a different phone this time, fixed to the wall in the kitchen, and whispered into the receiver before he hung up. “We have an hour before the food arrives,” he said, scanning the apartment in search of something to do other than fuck me again.
“Drink?” I asked because he needed something to do and I had to get my shit under control so I could enjoy the rest of my time with him.
“Yeah, sure.” He turned and made his way over to the sleek-looking wet bar, decorated in white leather and chrome. I took advantage of his distraction, reaching down deep for my newfound sexual confidence, and slowly lowered the zipper hidden on the side of the dress. It pooled at my feet and I stepped out of it, standing completely naked in the middle of his penthouse apartment.