by jm blake
She pauses but nods, turning around in my arms. Her beautiful face is painted with a bit of makeup, and her moist lips part as she leans into my ear. “Take me home, Ayden.”
I don’t need her to ask me twice. I nod at Bash, who is grinning like a bloody lunatic, and lead her off of the floor. I stop and have a word with a security guard, slipping him a bunch of notes. He points me down a hallway, and I ask him something else. The corridor is relatively quiet, and a distant door opens, showing Clayton waiting in the alley. His eyes widen as he takes in Cassidy, but true to form, he remains impassive. I guide her into the backseat and slid in next to her. Her luminous eyes are glued to me as I direct Clayton to take us home. He says nothing, but I’m sure that he is shocked that I am taking her to my flat. I turn to face her and smile slightly.
“Well, Dr. Masters. What have you got to say for yourself?”
Cassidy
“Well, Dr. Masters. What have you got to say for yourself?”
His handsome face appears and shadows in the passing lights of the London streets. He’s holding my hand, his thigh pressed against mine. I concentrate on the way our fingers are twined and the deep rumble of his voice. I would be lying if I said that I was surprised that he showed up at the club—the entire night I was looking over my shoulder, to the point that Pippa had noticed my unease. I made up some lame-ass excuse about a morals clause in my contract, and she assured me that Ayden never steps foot in places like this. Part of me wanted to ask why, but I was afraid she would latch on to my interest and misinterpret it.
Or correctly interpret it.
I lost myself in the music, but then there was a change in the air, in the whole crowd: a tremor, a surge of electricity. I felt him before I heard him, the feel of his muscular arm around my waist, then the rasp of his words in my ear. For a heartbeat, I thought about resisting, and then I gave in. I may not know what I’m doing, and I may be in denial about why I’m doing it, but I do know what I want. I’ve spent my whole life playing it safe and expressly avoiding any type of relationship. I’m not good at them, not good at the interplay. The endless dance of flirtation and innuendo—it’s not my thing. Nothing ever lasts, so why bother? Even when men are blunt about what they’re after, I’m just numb to it. Only Ayden has ever gotten past that wall, and in less than a month, I’ll be going home, and I will probably never see this gorgeous man again. Why shouldn’t I have him while I can?
I swallow hard and attempt a stern look. “No falling in love with me. No asking for promises. We enjoy each other, have fun and then part ways with no hard feelings. I promise not to send you pining love letters, midnight text messages or stalk you on social media. But you have to promise the same. Once I leave, we go on with our lives. Deal?” I squeeze the fingers wrapped around mine and try to suss out his reaction. His amber eyes are gleaming in the low light, and I can see a faint smile on his lips.
“You want a no-strings-attached romp with me for the next few weeks, is that what you are implying?” The smile is spreading, and I roll my eyes.
“When you put it that way—nevermind!” I try to pull my hand from his, and he grips it tighter. A light chuckle flits through the back of the car. His deep rumbly voice, that seductive purr behind every word- strokes my ears.
“You give up so easily, Cassidy. I agree to your terms with the added condition that we keep our…interactions private. As far as falling in love, you may not fall in love with me either.” His eyes are sparkling, and I grin at him.
“I think I can manage that. You’re too arrogant for me anyway.” I nudge him with my shoulder and waggle my eyebrows. He laughs again and leans in to my face. His perfectly straight nose brushes against my forehead and nuzzles its way to my cheek. I can feel a small nip in the vicinity of one of my dimples and then the warmth of his tongue, soothing the sharpness of the bite. A zing of desire shoots down my chest and straight between my legs causing me to cross them tightly. His tongue slides slowly to my ear and dips in briefly before sucking on my lobe with a soft smack. I shut my lips tightly, not wanting to groan out loud with his very stuffy driver less than a foot away. There is no partition so all the guy has to do is glance in the rearview and he will get a show. I’ll give him credit— he hasn’t looked back here once.
“Um, your driver is right there.” I whisper as low as I can. He has been making a meal out of my ear, and I’m torn between urging him to continue and chopping him in the ribs. He murmurs against my neck and taps me one last time with his tongue.
“Sorry. I’ve been dreaming about those dimples for days now.” He sits back and grins at me, before suddenly grimacing. “Erm, that dress has to go. And I don’t mean just tonight. You almost gave me a heart attack— it’s indecent.”
“My sister sent it to me. It’s not my normal style at all, but I needed something VIP appropriate,” I shrug.
“Well, inform your sister that anything like this,” he gestures me up and down,” is not my idea of sanity. Every bit of you is on display, and I’m feeling rather possessive of those bits.” I snort and fidget. “Believe me; I have no intention of wearing something like this ever again.” I gesture to my chest which I swear grew overnight. “Also, these shoes are killing me.”
The car slows down, and we swing in front of a rather swanky building. A doorman rushes over and opens the door, lending me a hand to exit. I take it and pull myself out, Ayden already standing there waiting for me. He grips me tightly around my waist and steers me toward another attendant who ushers us into the building. The foyer of the building is modern and screams luxury. “This isn’t a hotel?” I look around and don’t see another soul.
“No. This is my home. My city home, anyway.” We board an elevator and it takes a short trip. The door opens to a gigantic living space with dim lighting. The ceilings seem high, and there is a glass staircase leading to two more floors on my right. “I’m one of two occupants of this building-I have the top three floors.” He throws his jacket onto a white couch, toeing off his shoes and stands with his hands in his pockets. He inspects me slowly from heel to head and everywhere in between, his scorching gaze lighting me up like a firecracker. I fidget again, pulling at the hem of the dress.
“Turn around, love.”
I spin obediently, but I don’t have long to wait. He’s there, brushing my hair over one shoulder and sinking his teeth lightly into my neck. His hands grip my hips and pull them tightly to him, and I can feel the long, hard length of him pulsing into my bottom. My head falls back, and he nips his way back to my ear, his tongue tracing circles, finding the sensitive spots that make me spasm and groan. I feel his fingers slide the zipper on my side down and then seek the edge of my dress. He tugs on the bottom until he pulls it above my waist, my barely-there thong and belly exposed. Flipping me around again, he attacks my mouth; all tongue, and teeth, both of us diving in with hunger. He pulls back briefly, gorgeous face severe, plump bottom lip wet with our kisses, and yanks my dress over my head. His breath is harsh as he takes in my breasts, and he grips me by the back of my hair with one hand while the other grips my ass, squeezing tightly.
“Fucking hell, you are utter perfection.” His whispered voice slips over my skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. He seeks my mouth again and we kiss desperately. “I can’t get enough of this mouth.” He nibbles on my bottom lip and then top, rubbing his hands over my back. “I can’t get enough of this skin.” His hands land right on my ass, and slap both cheeks lightly. The slight sting makes me yelp. “I can’t get enough of this arse.” He grips it tightly, lifting me off my feet. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me up the steps and then again, until we reach the very top level. The room is done in shades of white and cream and a king size Hästens bed takes up most of the space. He kisses the tip of my nose, before letting me down at the foot of the bed. I don’t know whether to sit or lie down, and I look at around hesitantly. I can see the smile lurking at the corner of his mouth and narrow my eyes. Forgetting that I
am practically naked, except for a nude thong and heels, I poke him in the chest. “What’s so funny?”
“You are. You are so absolutely gorgeous and sexy, but also ridiculously adorable. Help me with my shirt, love.”
He gestures to his chest and waits patiently. I gulp and take two steps forward. I look up at his handsome face and reach to trace his cheekbones. He turns his head to kiss my palm and smiles. I continue my touching, tracing the sublime curve of his lips and down to his prominent Adams apple. He has a outstandingly masculine collarbone and I lean forward and rub my lips against it. He’s entirely still as I run my tongue sensuously along the firm, smooth skin. My fingers pluck at his buttons, exposing more of his skin until the shirt is completely open, except for the last button still tucked into his pants. I tug gently until his shirt is free, finally pushing it off of his muscular shoulders. His torso is perfectly proportioned, long and lean with tightly cut muscles and a smattering of dark hair. I remember the first time I saw him shirtless— I almost cried, thinking there was no way a man this flawless, this divine, could want me.
My eyelashes touch my cheekbones as I stare at the zipper of his pants, which is bulging with his obvious arousal. My hand slides through the hair around his nipples, running the backs of my fingers down and around his waistband. The tip of my fingers brushes against the damp head of his cock, and I repeat the motion, diving deeper and deeper until I have a full grip of his length. His head lolls against his shoulders, his eyes burning into mine.
“Take them off.”
I quickly unzip his pants and shove them down, along with his tight black briefs. I barely balance on my heels as I help him step out of them, tugging off his socks in the process. His long thick erection bobs in my face, the slick head shining in invitation. I lick my lips and peer up at him questioningly. He groans low and laughs deeply, pulling me to my feet. “As much as I want that mouth wrapped around me, sucking me off, I don’t think I will last more than a minute if you do. Lean back on the bed, love. It’s my turn.”
Ayden
If she were my last meal, I would die a happy man.
Her luxurious dark hair is a mess of waves against the white of the bed, her curvy body a feast. She looks like a combination of shyness and out of control desire, and I almost don’t know where to start. I had a brief fantasy of fucking her with these outrageously high heels on, but suddenly I want no barriers between us. I swiftly remove them, rubbing the slight red marks around her toes. The polish is black and a little chipped, and for some reason, that makes me want her even more. I massage my way up her perfect legs stopping at a scar on her right knee. I lean down and kiss it with a questioning glance.
“I fell out of a tree,” she explains sheepishly.
This makes me smile, and that same strange twinge pinches my chest. I absently rub the area and continue my exploration. Her teeny knickers are next, as I hook the edge and slowly slide them down her legs. She instinctively tightens her thighs, and I slip my hand between them, easing her into opening up.
“Don’t hide from me, Cassidy. Let me see.” I gently stroke, moving closer to her core, before detouring up her smooth flat stomach and stopping on her breasts. Her nipples are stiff and quivering, beckoning me with a silent plea. I give in and lean down; sucking first one, then the other into my mouth. I could spend hours just laving them with attention. Her body shivers with every tug and pull, goosebumps lighting up her skin. Her legs are shifting restlessly, and her slim fingers tangle in my hair. I give her right nipple one last hard pull before licking my way up her chest and biting into her neck. Her back arches, hair spilling behind her. I slip over to her mouth and crush her lips under mine. Over and over, I twirl my tongue around her mouth, sucking and biting while lightly pinching her nipples in rhythm. Her whole body is shaking, and I pull away long enough to slide a finger between her legs. She is blazingly wet and hot; her clit is pulsing madly. I love that I affect her this way.
“Love, are you about to come?” She nods frantically, her hips instinctively seeking out relief. I softly stroke her clit, while sucking her nipples with force. It isn’t long before a hoarse cry erupts from her mouth, and I quickly slide a finger inside of her, feeling the aftershocks grip me rhythmically. Her breath is harsh as I flick my finger a little, to keep her on edge. A grunt comes from above me, and I chuckle.
“Too much?” A snort follows her nod, and I slip my finger out, and suck her essence off with a pop. She tucks her swollen lips behind her teeth and a fierce blush stains her cheeks.
“You taste amazing, Cass.” I brush a wet kiss across her mouth, and settle between her legs. My cock enters her for an inch, teasing its full length. I continue kissing her leisurely, making small movements with my hips, driving her back up and myself, crazy. Her hands slide down my back, nails making thin scrapes. She grips both of my arse cheeks and lifts her hips, trying to force more of me inside her. I nip her lip in admonishment, and pull out, flipping her over at the waist. Her juicy, firm ass is on prominent display, and I maneuver her this way and that, until her back is deeply arched, knees spread wide. I try to ease my way in, but she is so hot, so damp and tight, that I give her all of me in one thrust, yelling out in the process. I waste no time, stroking her hard and rhythmically. Her hips fill my hands , and I use the flesh to pound her even harsher. Her cries are like a balm to my soul, and the way her pussy grips me is like a benediction. That sumptuous gathering of a storm at the bottom of my spine starts swirling, and I lose all sense of control. I fuck with everything I’ve got, our sounds making my sac draw up in warning.
“Fucking hell, Cassidy, you’re bloody perfection.” I reach around and pinch her clit hard, her sudden stiffening coinciding with a wail, and my own body responds instantly- spasms shooting hot streams into her now limp body. I feel as if my heart is going to pop out of my chest as I collapse on top of her. My cock slips wetly from her body, and I move to the side, pulling her with me. Her face is turned away, and I tug her hair to get her to face me.
“Ready to go again?” I’m joking-okay maybe halfway joking- but the look of horror on her face makes me laugh. She buries her face in my shoulder, and I hear a weak giggle.
“The sad thing is, I bet you could totally go for round two, meanwhile I would like to sleep for a week.” Her breath is a puff against my skin as I pull her closer to me. My arm is around her back and she’s cocooned into me. “Ayden?”
I kiss her forehead gently and sigh tiredly. “Yes, love?”
“Um, unless there have been some serious medical advancements in the last twenty-four hours, I believe that we skipped something important?” Her voice is amused, and it hits me in an instant.
“Hell, we forgot a condom.” I put a finger under her chin and force her to look at me. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I have never not used protection. Ever. I was so tied up with getting inside of you again, that I neglected to keep you safe. I promise you that I am clean, and I am willing to prove that if necessary.” Her beautiful face is impassive, but a soft smile lights her face, and one dimple pops out.
“I’m on the pill, but if it makes you feel better, I haven’t been with anyone in a super long time. I’m safe too, but can we make sure that this is a one-off, please? I mean, I know you have plenty of condoms.” Her eyes twinkle and I look at her suspiciously. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Her smile fades dramatically, and her eyelashes bat rapidly. “Nothing.” The innocent act. “Just that I’m sure, you got your ‘Safety First Badge’ when you were a Boy Scout.” Her lips twitch, and now it’s my turn to be horrified.
“Goddamn, it Bash!” Her body bends in laughter, knees pulling up to her chest while I stare at her grumpily.
“It was only for one month, alright? I saw an American program and decided that I wanted to join up. Every boy goes through that.” I attempt to shout over her loud howls, which raise in volume. I even see a tear in the corner of her eye.
“Is it true that you threatened the Scout
leader with expulsion if he tried to make you sit in the dirt?” Her words come out in huffs between giggles.
