Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2)

by Aubrey Bondurant

  “Don’t ever apologize for showing me how much you want me.” He seized my hips and lifted. “I want you to straddle me.” He moved onto his back and assisted my movements.

  I swung my legs over him, spanning his hard length. It was the first time we’d been in this position, and I rubbed Brian’s chest, loving the feel of his muscles. Easing down onto his erection, I closed my eyes when the pleasure literally and figuratively filled me. But if I thought being on top meant I’d be controlling things, he quelled that notion quickly. One of his hands dug into my hip and held me in place while the other one grasped one of my breasts.

  “Don’t move and give me that mouth.”

  My body rebelled, wanting to feel the friction of motion, but I leaned down, meeting his lips in a searing kiss. The erotic way his tongue stroked mine made me want to grind myself into him, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Touch yourself,” he ordered in a raspy voice.

  Moving back, I watched, fascinated, when he took one of my hands and sucked on two of my fingers, coating them in his saliva. I placed them onto my swollen knot and rubbed tiny circles while he guided my hips into a rhythm.

  “Look at me,” his raspy voice commanded.

  My eyes met his while I took in the fact that his hands had shifted to my breasts, and he was now letting me dictate the cadence. Wrong again. I tried to increase the pace, but his hands shifted back down, holding me in place.

  “Make yourself come.” His voice was pure sin, and I breathed deep. This wasn’t something with which I was particularly experienced, however having him deeply sheathed inside of me definitely increased the odds in my favor. I rubbed harder, and he shifted his body, putting us into a sitting position.

  His head dipped and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Scorching heat tore through me. I’d never been one of those girls who enjoyed having her breasts played with during sex, but damn if I couldn’t feel myself on the edge of an climax now that his hot mouth was fixated on one while his hand toyed with the other.

  As the orgasm washed over me, he moved my hips while arching his, prolonging the explosion ripping through me.

  “Ahh,” I moaned shamelessly, throwing my head back in unbridled ecstasy and taking him to his brink, too. His hips thrust up two more times before his satisfied groan filled the room. I collapsed against him and felt his strong arms come around me.

  “You’re damn sexy, Sash,” he murmured into my hair.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  ***

  As we lay there shortly after sex, my mind relaxed for the first time in a week. Brian’s hand stroked lazily down my side while we lay facing one another, heads on our pillows in the bed.

  “You were the one who helped Juliette win Fantasy Football three years ago when she played with all of the guys in the office, weren’t you?” he alleged, humor in his eyes.

  Of all of the things he could have brought up at this moment—I had to giggle. “What makes you say that?”

  He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. “I love that sound from you. It was your little speech to the chairman today about Dallas. Holy shit. I think every man in that room got a hard-on for you in that moment.”

  “Not the goal I’d hoped to achieve.” I enjoyed the sound of his chuckle.

  “Seriously, though, it was probably one of the sweetest moments I’ve ever seen. I told Josh, and he looked at me and said one word.”

  “What?”

  “Epic.”

  I grinned. “It did feel good. Although it didn’t seem like Vanessa enjoyed it quite as much.”

  He shrugged. “Where did it come from?”

  “Sports Center mainly,” I yawned. My eyes were getting heavy.

  “No, silly. Your clandestine love for football?”

  This was one secret I didn’t mind sharing with him. “My dad. Football is like a religion to him, and we used to watch together on Sundays. It gave us something to talk about, and it still does. Bottom line, though, is that the Cowboys don’t have a chance this year. They had an easy schedule last season, and losing their star running back will decimate their ground strategy.”

  “I knew it. And admit it. You helped Juliette dominate our league that year she played in the office, didn’t you?”

  I laughed. “Guilty, but then she didn’t want to play the following year because she said too many of the guys would attempt to talk to her about her draft choices and matchups. She didn’t know what to say without confessing.”

  “So what will you do if Michael Dobson invites you down to Dallas for a game?”

  “Uh, go to the game, of course. And hopefully see their new ad, courtesy of Gamble Advertising, from his luxury club level box seats.”

  “If his reaction to your little rundown on his team was any indication, then I think both those things look promising.”

  ***

  The next morning I stretched and realized Brian was asleep beside me. I knew he had to fly out today for a meeting down in Miami, but the clock showed it was early enough for what I had in mind.

  For the first time in my life, I knew what it meant to take more pleasure from giving than from receiving when Brian awoke to the feel of my mouth around his quickly forming erection. The way his body quivered when he came awake sent a shudder of desire through me.

  He propped a pillow under his head, watching me with hooded eyes. “Holy shit. Good morning to you, too.”

  “Mm,” was my only response as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and enjoyed the way his breath sucked in. Grasping him with one hand at the base and the other stroking his balls, I took his impressive form all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Fuuuck….” he hissed.

  Knowing it was a matter of minutes before he insisted on taking over meant I had limited time. I made good use of it, sucking harder and bobbing with a precise tempo and purpose.

  His hand fisted in the sheet and then stopped before reaching my head. Mr. Dominant, for some reason, was hesitant to push things, so I took matters into my own hands. Literally, I took his hand into mine and placed it on top of my head, encouraging him to do as he’d requested of me last night.

  “No, I don’t want to make you gag or throw up again.” His voice sounded pained, and his fingers barely skimmed my hair.

  Frustrated that he’d witnessed me getting sick yesterday, I scraped my teeth along his ridge. “I need you to show me that you want it, too, Bri—”

  That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers tangled in my hair. He pushed my head down and arched his hips, thrusting up into my mouth.

  My eyes watered with the first couple strokes, but then I relaxed and took him in fully, enjoying the glimpse of power over him I had in that moment.

  “Sash—stop—Jesus, stop…”

  I paused, giving him enough of a window to extract himself. “Why did you want me to quit?”

  “Because I was going to come. Get up on your knees.” He was behind me in an instant with his hand running along the length of my slit. “Honey, you’re soaked. Did you get this way sucking on me?”

  “Yes, and it would’ve been better if you would’ve let me finish you.”

  He guided himself into me one inch at a time. “What kind of man would I be if I had you swallow the day after getting sick? You’re exquisitely tight.”

  I should’ve been comforted by his consideration, but there was a larger part of me that wanted to affect him the way he did me. I enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom, but for once I wanted to concentrate on how I was pleasing him.

  But his perfect thrusts made a good case for why this wouldn’t be that day. His hands were everywhere, caressing and enticing. Soon he settled on that sensitive nub, and I was done for. His last thrust and the tremor of his muscles gave evidence that he’d reached his climax as well.

  ***

  “We need a vacation, a place where, for an entire week, we can soak up the sun and then I can be inside of you every day.” Brian said, soa
ping up my breasts in the shower a short time later.

  “We had a vacation a few weeks ago.” Had it been only that short a time? My hands ran down his strong arms and onto his chest, reciprocating the exploration with enthusiasm.

  “That wasn’t a vacation. That was attending a wedding while not actively in bed with you. I want a full week together.”

  That thought sent a thrill through me followed by a stab of fear. “Won’t we get sick of one another?”

  “Yeah, right. Wouldn’t it be nice to do this every morning for a week, and then go get a massage or lie by the pool?”

  That did sound like heaven. “We’re waiting on Tryon Pharmaceuticals to come back with a decision, and things are busy at the moment.”

  “I didn’t mean next week. How does the third week of March work for you? We’ll go somewhere warm and tropical.” He was serious.

  “I’ve got to ask my boss for the time off.”

  He chuckled. “Approved.”

  My eyes met his, and I sighed with happiness when he took my lips in a kiss. It would be nice to look forward to a real vacation for the first time in years.

  “Leave the plans to me, and I’ll let you know the details.”

  “Okay, but do not pick up the tab for this. I will pay my part. Tell me where to book the airfare, and we can meet down there.”

  I could tell he wanted to argue with me, but then his face broke out into a smile. “I can’t wait to see you in a bikini.”

  I shook my head with a smile. “Uh, I’m naked right now in the shower with you, and you’re looking forward to a bikini?”

  He nodded and then nibbled on my ear lobe. “It’s such a guy thing, I know, but a woman in a bikini, poolside, is one of the sexiest things there is.”

  Huh, that gave me an idea or two.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  I couldn’t believe we had finally escaped to paradise. Ever since booking this vacation, I’d felt the weeks drag while waiting for it.

  My parents had come up for their weekend in New York, which had been a lot of fun. Unfortunately, the weather had been brutally cold, so most of our activities had been indoors. Ironically, after my speed dating disaster that had included the man who wanted to be a flying monkey in Wicked, we’d gone to see that very Broadway musical.

  The best news came during the week before my vacation when my team got called in for a final pitch with Tryon Pharmaceuticals. In my opinion, it had gone great, but we awaited their final decision. This trip was near perfect timing since there was nothing to do but wait anyhow.

  Brian and I scheduled our flights to arrive twenty minutes apart. Once we met up, we made our way to a beautiful resort in Aruba in the back seat of a sedan. The sun felt good after a particularly long, cold winter in New York. The calendar might say spring, but the city had yet to recognize the fact that in a week we’d be heading into April.

  “What did you want to do first?” Brian asked, massaging a finger over my knuckles while holding my hand.

  “Hmm, the pool looked amazing online, or we could check out one of the four restaurants, or…” I purposefully played coy, enjoying the flirting.

  “I vote for or….” he replied playfully.

  I laughed. Brian and I had been consistent in seeing one another every two weeks, but those had been short meet ups. The thought of a full week together left me feeling anxious. I’d never spent this amount of time with a man and wondered if we’d run out of things to talk about or would end up on one another’s nerves. Although a full week of having sex could be interesting, as three months in our appetite for one another only seemed stronger.

  He was of like mind, leaning in to whisper, “Oh, do I have plans for us this week.”

  His promise gave me goosebumps, and I found myself buzzing with anticipation to get up to the room. Maybe I really could put work away for a few days, and we’d be able to decompress and relax.

  Once we arrived, we were whisked to the front desk, given a couple fruity cocktails, all-inclusive bracelets, and then shown to our suite. The moment the door closed, he was on me.

  “These last two weeks have felt like two months,” he muttered, unbuttoning my blouse.

  My hands skimmed up his chest; I was anxious to feel his skin. “I’m guessing you don’t want to go to the pool first?”

  He smiled. “You are as smart as you are beautiful. Now wrap your legs around me.”

  ***

  We showered after our quickie and then took time to explore the room, which was a spacious one-bedroom suite. There was a beautiful view of the ocean and a balcony on which I couldn’t wait to have coffee in the morning. The large tub held promise for how we could spend an evening or two as well.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you?” Brian hesitated after grabbing his sunglasses and tablet, ready to go to the pool.

  I had a surprise for him and figured the best way to pull it off would be for him to go down before me.

  “No, no, go on. I’m finishing up an email to my sister about my parents’ anniversary party in a few weeks. I need to send her money for my half. Then I’ll meet you out there. Get a good spot and a margarita for me.” I fired up my laptop to prove my intention.

  He gave me a quick kiss and stopped at the door. “See you down there.”

  The minute the door closed, I sent my reply to Addison and used PayPal for my half of the party to be held at her husband’s country club. It was going to be pricey, but I wouldn’t expect anything else from my sister.

  After that was finished, I jumped up and pulled the barely-there bikini from my suitcase. I couldn’t wait to see Brian’s reaction to this number. It was a bright coral with gold rings between the cups of the bikini top and on the sides of the scraps that made up the front and back. I looked one last time in the mirror, thinking my ass looked exceptionally good in the low-cut back. Throwing on a white mesh cover-up, matching wedged sandals, and sunglasses, I pulled it all together.

  Arriving poolside, I grinned when I saw him across the way. He was under a beach umbrella with his back to me. He was so handsome, I thought, approaching him from the side and looking at his body in only his swim shorts. His chest and arms looked exceptionally good. I walked over and slipped into the seat beside him.

  “That was quick,” he said, barely looking over while fiddling with his tablet, most likely trying to get the Wi-Fi to work.

  I got settled in my chair. “Yes, easier than talking to her. Thanks for ordering my drink.” I sipped the margarita that was waiting on the small table between us. “Did you want to do a snack, too?” I glanced over the little laminated menu.

  He shrugged. “Sure. I made dinner reservations for seven o’clock this evening. A snack in the meantime would be good. Do you want me to go over to the grill and get it?”

  “Nah, I’ll do it. Be right back.” I stood up, angled behind his line of sight, and tugged off my cover-up.

  Smiling, I bent down briefly and kissed him on the cheek. I then sashayed over to the grill across the pool. I hoped by now he’d noticed. If I wasn’t mistaken, he wasn’t the only one. Swallowing down the unease of having the attention, I reminded myself this was for him. I placed my order and was told they would bring it to our chairs soon.

  Making my way back, I kept my eyes on Brian, who clearly was no longer reading his device but was watching me intently, his face completely unreadable. Well, that was disappointing. But as I got closer, I could see his eyes, and those told me all I needed to know. Taking my seat beside him, I saw lust, appreciation, and a heavy dose of irritation.

  “What the hell kind of bikini is that?” he ground out.

  I slipped my sunglasses down and eyed him. “Excuse me, this is a designer suit. You don’t like it?”

  He sighed heavily. “It makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you caveman style to the room and not come back out the whole damn week.”

  My brow arched. “I’ll be sure to post that in my online review of the s
uit. We could’ve stayed indoors at your house for a week if that’s all you wanted to do. This is a vacation: pool, drinks, dinners, and your favorite: bikinis.” I heard him practically growl and smiled in response.

  “Right. Vacation, where every other man gets to stare at your ass in that poor excuse for a bikini.”

  I turned toward him. “I don’t give a shit about the other men. I bought this to look good for you because you said you were looking forward to seeing me in one. The best part about this week is that we don’t have to pretend that we’re not together in public, which means that you can lean over here, kiss me, and put your hand on my ass, letting everyone know just who gets to take it off of me later.”

  His eyes darkened, and then he was taking my mouth in a scorching way, skimming his hands over my backside and squeezing possessively.

  My cheeks flamed in embarrassment at the indecent display of public affection, but it also sent a thrill through me to feel this wanted.

  He pulled away slowly and smoothed his thumb along my lower lip. “That makes me even hotter for you. Did you truly wear it for me?”

  Nodding, I thought the satisfied grin he shared was well worth it.

  “I’m a lucky man, then. Food is here,” he said, sitting back and accepting the tray full of nachos from the server.

  “This is pretty amazing,” I remarked, snacking on nachos and sipping on my drink a few minutes later.

  “It is, isn’t it? Have you ever done this kind of thing before?”

  “Are you asking me something?”

  “Yes, I guess I am. Have you ever vacationed with another man?”

  “No, not really. I did an overnight thing for a wedding once, but that was definitely not a vacation. How about you? Any dom time in paradise?”

  He rolled his eyes, evidently not enjoying my joke. “First of all, you have no idea what a real dominant would be like. Secondly, in answer to your question, no, I’ve never taken a woman, aside from my sister, on vacation with me.”