She was shaking now. One fast lick and he knew she’d go off like a rocket. He was almost sad it would be soon be over. He loved the sound of her panting breaths, the desperation as she held him close. But mercy went two ways. So he licked faster and harder and was rewarded with an orgasm that shook her so hard she yanked his hair.
“Mmmm.”
She was limp now. He wished there was more light so he could see her clearly, sprawled out, limbs heavy, mouth turned up and happiness glowing all over her skin.
“Right back,” he promised, untangling himself from the sheets to quickly visit the toilet.
After peeing he washed his hands and face quickly, gargling and grinning at his smug expression in the mirror. His turn!
The next day he walked in on Tommy talking business, her rump swaying gently in front of Margot’s frig.
Nori stared at her, pitying Dom even as he admired her plump hips and shapely ass. Jesus, Margot might look like this if she had a little more meat on her bones. Maybe he should bring home a cheesecake. No, she liked apple pie.
“Well, then. Good,” she was saying to whoever was on the other line. “Fuck him, and I don’t mean literally.” She saw him and nodded. “I gotta go. Send me specs on that, yeah? Peace.”
“Where’s Dom?” He followed her into the living room.
“On his way. Says he got tired of waiting on me. It’s like, six.” She plopped down on the couch.
Nori rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her. “God. Men can be so dramatic. Where’s my girl?”
“Out.”
“Store?”
Tommy nodded, now busy texting or sending someone a message or uploading a photo.
“Do you ever stop working?”
“Yes,” Dom answered, walking in carrying several paper grocery bags. “When I make her,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Margot’s downstairs in the lobby with a ton of bags,” Dom told him.
Nori left immediately, but not before he saw Dom pull Tommy to her feet and head toward the guest room.
Margot was already at the front door.
“Hey,” she said, pulling a cart forward.
“Hey. Let me help you. I was coming down.”
“Thanks. Dom took some bags, and I had the cart so I’m good. How are you?” she asked, following him into the kitchen.
“As soon as I put away these groceries I’m going to fuck you.”
Her brows rose. “Yeah?”
“Okay,” and she turned and ran, pulling her clothes free.
She had just closed the shower when he opened it.
“Out.”
“Wait a minute,” she said, reaching for the soap as he reached between her legs.
“Top and tails,” he said softly, not minding the spray in his face as he watched her soap under her arms, her breasts, neck and face. Her little butt, lower back, hips and finally in between those slender thighs got a brief wash before he shut it down.
“Enough.”
“You don’t wanna wash my back?”
His eyes gleamed at her teasing, but he gave her an impatient look. “Out,” he insisted.
“Out,” she agreed, grinning as she stepped into the towel he held open. She stared into his eyes as he dried her, letting him see how his touch affected her.
“You want me.”
She nodded.
He started breathing through his mouth, nostrils flaring to get more air. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then do it,” she said, and the towel dropped.
Seeing her in all her glory was like getting a shot of adrenaline right in the cock. He wondered if there could ever be a time when she did not make his blood run hot. He rubbed his nose in her neck as he squeezed her. She always felt so good in his arms. No matter what happened while he was away, when he returned to her, he just felt good.
She never disappointed. He loved how she arched when he ran his hands all over her, how she couldn’t keep still. She was probably already damp in his favorite place, and not because of the quick wash. He reached to check, but she moved away.
He scowled to see that a joint and a fancy gold lighter, undoubtedly left on her bureau by that cretin Tommy, had distracted her.
“Will you marry me?” he asked only half joking in his bid to recapture her attention. He huffed irritably when she blocked his hand from its goal.
She leaned back to let him ogle her breasts while she hit the joint; she let it out good and slow. “Do you have good credit?”
Nori laughed, surprised. “Immaculate.”
“Do you want me to quit working?”
“No.”
“Will you expect me to put all my money in with yours?”
“No.”
“Will you want a prenup?”
“Yes. And so should you.”
“I do.”
He mentally exhaled in relief.
“Do you believe in monogamy?”
He grinned, sprawling back on the bed with his arms outstretched. “What do you think?”
“No prevaricating. Just answer straight out.”
“Yes. Absolutely. I will share you with no one, and you don’t have to worry about me cheating.” These days the thought of touching another woman was actually a little disgusting. “Now, come here. Don’t make me chase you.”
“Too bad. I like it when you chase me.” Obediently she put the joint down and climbed on top of him.
He laughed, suddenly ridiculously happy as he pulled her close. He sighed as he ran his hands over her butt, those extraordinary breasts swaying, his blood spiking as he squeezed, fingers open and hot as he investigated her thighs, the back of her knees, her calves, even her feet. “You do?”
She nodded.
His arms tightened around her back as he devoured her mouth.
“I have three homes,” he said when he had to break away to breathe. “One here in Chicago. One in New York and my mother left me her Paris home when she died. Are you tingling,” he whispered, sucking hard on her neck.
She nodded fast.
“Tell me where.”
She hesitated.
“Don’t tease me,” he warned softly. “Answer.”
“Breasts, between my legs, my skin, my neck, lips. Please,” she turned into his kiss and moaned in disappointment when he released her. She opened her mouth to complain, but then he pulled her close again, and everything was okay.
He ran big hands over everything she needed him to touch, everything he’d made tingle and pulse and ache for the rough caresses he now gave so generously. She almost wanted to thank him, it felt so good to have him rub that hard cock between her legs while he rooted like a hungry child at her breast.
It took maybe two or three heated breaths before he got her on her back. Heels up, lost to anything but his rhythmically moving hips and hand fulls of lean, churning ass, she arched and ground herself against him until she came apart.
She knew he loved it, how things sped up, how rough she got, the bite of her fingertips in his shoulders or back, knowing she couldn’t control herself, that she was wild and gasping underneath him.
“Fuck,” he whispered, shuddering hard as he came. “So will you marry me?” he asked a few minutes later.
She waited to answer, just long enough to make him sweat.
“Probably.”
Nori grinned. He had her.
They went to a party that night. Margot intended to cook, but they stayed in bed too long, as had Tommy and Dom, who still hadn’t left the guest room. Still, she threw together a tray of nibbles for them to nosh on, and they shared a bottle of wine.
“I can’t believe you’re having a party at your house, and you’re not there,” Nori said to Tommy.
“My girls are there. Everyone’s having a great time, trust me. Besides, they know I’m coming.”
He looked at Dom and Margot who looked back, like, what?
“You’r
e phenomenal,” he told Tommy.
“Thanks.” She poured the last of the wine into her glass. “I get that a lot.”
The party was indeed rolling along full steam when they arrived. The twins immediately put beer into his and Dom’s hands, and Lani and Baby pulled Tommy and Margot away.
He waved at Reiko, who waved back from a corner of the room where she was playing cards with several men, for money, he noted.
“Who are these people?” He asked Dom.
“Who knows,” Jeremy said, winking as a young girl came by to take his empty bottle and hand off a full one. “Word gets out.”
“Do you know that’s a line from Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” Dom commented.
“Dude, seriously, don’t mention that again,” Jeremy told him.
Dom looked embarrassed. “Tommy made me watch it the other night. And she was only watching it to examine a dress more closely.”
They all laughed.
“For a client no doubt,” said Jeremy.
“Well, either clients, prospective clients, someone she’s schmoozing in lieu or in advance of paying a favor, or they have something Tommy wants,” he explained.
Nori heard pride beneath the exasperation in his friend’s voice. Were his feelings for Margot as apparent? He couldn’t ask. That kind of question was right up there with admitting you knew dialogue from a chick flick.
“Where’s your brother?” He asked Jeremy, who was usually within ear shot of his identical twin Jordan.
“Working. He’s got a show soon, so he’s hitting it pretty hard.”
“Make sure I get an invite.”
“Of course.”
“At some point I want you all to meet my friend Lado.”
“Have him come to the next do,” Jeremy invited.
“I will, thanks.”
Across the room he watched Margot make her way toward him. She had the most elegant stroll, all long legs and gently swaying breasts.
“Why do you look worried?” she asked, tapping her wine glass against his beer bottle.
Tommy had put her in a charming little Jade green dress with a loose, silky skirt that rippled around her knees and left her arms, shoulders and the top of her cleavage bare.
“Was I?” He leaned down, sighing as he snuggled his face in the crook of her soft neck. It was one of his favorite spots – there and between her tits where the scent was amazing. That was one good thing about dating a tall women, easy access. He never had to stretch far to reach his favorite parts on Margot. He smiled into her neck.
She laughed softly. “What are you thinking?”
He broke away suddenly. “I want to fuck you. Where’s Tommy’s bedroom?”
“We can’t go in there. Lani’s tearing up her closet.”
“During a party?”
Margot shrugged. “They like to work.”
Nice job if you can get it. “Is she in her bathroom?” A woman like Tommy would always have a good sized en suite bath.
Margot grinned at him. “Never give up, huh?”
“With you? Never.”
She stared at him for a hot moment, then took him by the hand and led him away.
Nori sighed, felt calm spread through his neck and shoulders. He liked following her. Wherever she led great pleasure waited, the kind that shook him down to his bones.
Sometimes he did try to remain aloof. Some tiny kernel of self-preservation insisted he was being a fool chasing after this woman, craving her sex in the midst of complete strangers. But he suspected that was his father’s influence, suggesting that he was mad to be ravenous for her hands on his body, his mouth on hers. That it wasn’t good to want someone this much, to feel so torn up when they weren’t near, touching, breathing in sync with you.
But his body always asked his head what the fuck was its problem? Right then was no different. Circumspection lasted for maybe six seconds. Caution maybe another three. He barely noticed Lani’s smirking face as they went past. Higher thought faded away as Margot yanked open his belt buckle, pulled his shirt free so hard he heard a button ping off somewhere. He liked how hard she was on buttons, but how gentle she was with his zippers.
“You,” he began, but he never finished. She sank to her knees, taking his silk boxers with her. His hand fisted in her hair, pulled her top knot free as he gripped her neck. “Oh, you,” he whispered, his legs shaking at the knee.
Then she licked him, sucked lightly on the broad cap of his cock. God, she was so good at it. She was looking up at him, sweet like, a tiny grin turning up one side of that lush mouth. Then, down he went.
Sometimes it felt like every moment with Margot was a moment spent trying not to come. Her mouth looked so good stretched wide by his cock. Was it vanity that made the sight so enrapturing? Or was it the pleasure?
Later he told Lado it was the longest moment of his life, and in the same breath he swore the bliss he enjoyed while trapped between her teeth lasted only a moment. It was never enough. He always wanted more.
Gasping, he fought against the pleasure, but his knees wobbled. She turned him until his back hit the door, and he slid slowly down. She went with him, her ass rising as she presented him with her back, head down, rolling his balls in one hand and slurping up his cock between panting breaths.
Is it good, he wanted to ask? He tugged her hair to turn her head to the side so he could see her face. With her eyes closed like that, it looked good. Her little hand jacked him while lush lips massaged the skin on his cock until his whole body began to shake.
He couldn’t hold it back. He tried. He tried to pull her away. He tried to count backwards in Spanish, he even tried to think about his ex-girlfriend, a cheap slut who had fucked one of his business associates when he wouldn’t say I love you. But all he could remember right then was how good she used to blow him. He came.
“Fuck,” he swore, breath ragged as he shook under her mouth. “I can’t fucking believe it.”
She rose and gargled with mouthwash. “What?”
He blew out a ragged breath, still sprawled at her feet. “You made me come with 50 people in the next room.”
She looked at him like so? “They don’t know.”
Yeah, they would. He doubted the incredibly satisfied look on his face said anything other than, I’ve just been blown to within an inch of my life by the woman of my dreams.
He let her clean him up, too sated to help much. He sighed as she washed his face and neck with a warm cloth. She smoothed his brows, washed his hands, kissed balm onto his lips with hers. Then she led him back to the party by the hand. When she dropped him off with the guys, blinking sleepily, the twins just laughed and slapped him on the back. Dom rolled his eyes and put another drink in his hand.
“You okay?” Jeremy laughed.
Slowly, Nori shook his head. “I can’t believe her. Seriously.”
Now Dom laughed. “Believe it. When it comes to Tommy and her crew of beautiful delinquents, nothing is off limits. Let’s shut this party down and order some real food. I’m hungry.”
Tommy was amenable. She signaled to one of her employees. The girl nodded, and began to let people know to move on.
Nori watched, mildly surprised by how quickly it all happened. No one seemed discomfited to be getting the bums rush. Of course, they’d been drinking and eating and talking since six. It was 11. By anyone’s standard’s that was a decent run for a cocktail party.
“In Paris we do things more slowly,” he whispered to Margot.
“In Chicago we move on to the next party.” She winked, and moved off to help Tommy gather glasses with the caterers.
It was then Nori knew he was in love. Unequivocally, no holds barred, he wanted her forever kind of love. The idea of her moving on, even to the next party, made him sick. He had to breathe through his mouth to quell the nausea.
“Hey,” Jeremy said, removing the glass from his trembling hand. “You need some food. Dom, watch him. I’m gonna help get these girls together.”
Busy trying not to literally puke from fear and love, Nori could only stare.
Chapter nine
They were home by 12:30. Tommy had the foresight to have the caterers prepare dinner so they didn’t have to leave the house. And by mutual, unspoken decree, he and his male compatriots ate fairly quickly and hustled their respective women home for private parties.
Still a bit off balance from his earlier realization, Nori wasn’t as eager as he might have been. He stood in the shower with Margot, running uncharacteristically lazy hands over her. He even let her wash her female bits herself, and that was his favorite part of a communal wash. He was content to hold her, his head resting on her shoulder as she washed his butt and back.
She laughed softly when she moved back to get his front and he just blinked sleepily. She dried him, moving his limbs this way and that as she gently ran the towel over him.
In bed he begged, “Tell me something.”
“Vague much?”
“A fantasy,” he clarified. “Tell me one of your fantasies.”
“I like the idea of being forced.”
“Oh?”
He felt some of his lethargy fade. He hadn’t expected that.
“Shocked?”
“Yes and no,” he said truthfully. “I’m more surprised you answered.”
He’d read that being forced was a common fantasy among women. He knew it had nothing to do with perversion, only with giving up control, being taken care of, adored, obsessed over. It was about passion and attention, being made a willing slave to pleasure and love sans responsibility and judgment. He’d tried some variation on the theme on more than one woman and found his informal research often bore incredibly rich, uninhibited fruit.
“I don’t want anything crazy. It’s more about the sentiment than theatrics or props and shit.”
She eyed him, and he hastily concurred. “I agree. Too much can be, too much.”
He’d been in sexual relationships where women wanted these elaborate scenes. You ended up spending more time preparing and worrying about the details than enjoying yourself. The main event was too staged for any real passion, like an overly produced play where the actors were present but lacked any real feeling for the material.
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