by Riley Bancroft, Evelyn Berry, Cara Carnes, Jax Garren, Irene Preston, Rebecca Royce, Chandra Ryan
Palms sweating and heart racing a mile a minute, she couldn’t stop marking a trail in the carpet while analyzing what transpired between her and Holt. What would happen next?
Maybe she couldn’t do this. She felt afraid of the feeling he brought out in her. She hadn’t cared what was around them or if they could get caught—all she wanted was him. Even her sex had an aching void after he pulled out of her. She loved it right? Loved the intensity of the moment, how he sprang it on her and took her, claimed her. The man was hot and powerful.
However, sex changed everything between them. No longer would they be a partnership; it would morph into something more. Or would it? Perhaps it would be a onetime deal? Could she live beside him every day as if nothing intimate had transpired?
No, she couldn’t…the heartbreak would be too much. She couldn’t follow through. She marched over to the bedroom door and whipped it open. She held her breath, unable to move or release the handle.
Holt stood on the other side. “Fleeing so soon?”
She swallowed. Yes, as a matter of fact she was fleeing, but seeing him rekindled the passion of the last few weeks. For goodness sake, her thong was still damp from their interlude outside, and she wanted more. She needed him—the deeper bond with him. “No,” she answered. “I’m not. I was wondering where you were actually.”
“I see.” He shoved his hands into his pockets while his deep brown eyes assessed her.
She got the feeling he was truly sizing up her intentions, so she released the door handle and backed further into the room, giving him space to enter. Over the course of the last few weeks, she’d learned more about him. Sometimes, she had to nurture him in a tender way and be careful of her body language because he read into everything.
He was a businessman, a type A alpha. A man of few words to the outside world, but one who was constantly observing while the wheels in his brain spun in rapid succession. Holt never removed his gaze from hers as he entered their bedroom and shut the door, sealing them inside. “Come here.”
Two simple words held such power in the command. The sensual tone of his voice gave her shivers. Suddenly, everything had become so intimate between them—a shared understanding. Chloe walked forward, stopping right before him.
Holt settled his hand on her waist and lightly touched the material at the bottom of her shirt until his fingers met her flesh, and he caressed the skin in tender strokes. He touched her like this when they were outside. His face moved closer to hers and he nuzzled her nose, bringing their lips achingly close to one another’s.
Her stomach fluttered. He had the most delicious ways of unraveling her with such simplicity. Because while on the surface, his motions seemed simple, they held so much more meaning to him and—
“Bend over on the edge of the bed,” he commanded, his lips whispering against hers.
Tingles shivered along her arms as she made her way to the end of the bed. Taking a deep breath, she bent over, leaning on her elbows. Her black skirt rode up and cool air drifted over her ass. They were actually going to do this. Even though they technically had sex outside, everything was moving to a deeper level because they were in private now.
He stepped behind her and lifted her skirt, exposing her further. “Finger yourself for me. I want to watch, love.”
“Okay.” Her hunger mixed with excitement and both vied for dominance. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone before, but to hear his sexy voice, to know he wanted this, wanted her, filled her with an intense heat. She wanted to please him. Leaning on her left elbow, she moved a shaky hand between her thighs and stroked her labia over her thong.
His finger snaked under the G-string in her crack, and he stroked it back and forth, grazing her ass with his knuckle. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yes.” Chloe exhaled in a rush when their fingers brushed one another. With him, every touch, every sensation seemed heightened. It made the connection so much more intimate as she rubbed her clit through her thong while it throbbed harder in sync with her racing heart.
Holt pulled the G-string to the side, revealing her sex to the open air. “You’re so sexy, my love. Don’t be afraid to open yourself to me. It’s just us.”
At his encouragement for more, she massaged her labia using her forefinger and middle finger, parting them for his view, then sank a finger inside. Moving with quick in and out motions, she just barely fingered her entrance, bringing the sensitive nerves there alive with a thrill.
He grabbed on to her ass check with his other hand and squeezed. “I want you to make that pussy come for me, love.” His voice sounded dark, low and so damned sexy.
Her sex clenched as he spoke. She’d never come in this position before, much less only using one hand, but she wanted to please him. Doing as he instructed turned her on even more because he pushed her boundaries. She pushed her middle finger inside while arching her hips, hitting that hypersensitive spot at the top of her sex and used her thumb to stimulate her clit. Focusing on every ounce of pleasure ricocheting through her, she fingered herself faster.
Pressure built in her stomach, tingling down her thighs. A wave of euphoria shot through her, and she played with herself harder. The orgasm surged through her. She screamed out while riding the currents of pleasure, her sex pulsating with each beat.
Chloe dropped her head, panting through the last remnants of her release.
“You’re so beautiful, love.”
His seductive, dark voice roused her almost more than what she just did to herself.
He pulled her hand away from her sex, dislodging her finger.
Just as she balanced both arms on the bed, she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance and held her breath with anticipation.
Holt gripped on to her hips and slowly pushed inside of her, stretching her tight inner walls to accommodate him. Being in her sweet pussy felt like being home to him, right where he belonged and he buried himself to the hilt.
Chloe’s back rose and fell as she took quick inhalations. She probably hadn’t expected him to take her so suddenly again. But he needed to feel his cock in her, fusing them together, to immerse himself in her juices. He needed this connection with her to merge the two into one, to make her—Mine. “You’re all mine.”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “But are you mine?”
He closed his eyes reveling in the tight sheath of her surrounding him, still not moving out of her. “I am yours.” For weeks, they’d played this game of predator and prey. Finally, the ravenous lion captured his beautiful and exotic target and he wanted to soak in this moment. “How long have you wanted me like this, love?”
“I—I don’t know. Sort of—crept up on me.”
He opened his eyes and moved his hands from her hips. He squeezed each of her ass cheeks with both palms and didn’t release his hold. “Were you afraid to tell me?”
“No, I just—shouldn’t we have had this conversation before we had intercourse?”
“This is the perfect time to have the discussion.” With him dominating her, her position of submission, his hard cock resting inside of her and her luscious ass in his grip. Not to mention the fact of how damned sexy she was when she got herself off for him. “So, you started to have these more intimate feelings a few days ago?”
“Yes,” she moaned with a hint of frustration and tried to move her hips on him.
He moved his hands to her waist, digging his fingers into her sides and pulled her tight to him to still her movements and maintain control. This was a way for him to slow this down and make the pleasure last. Despite the magnificent feeling being inside her gave him, he needed to know what she truly felt for him. “Be up front with me, love. We can’t move forward if we don’t communicate properly.”
“Well, this is sort of an awkward position to talk in.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, but I’m bent over the bed.” She turned her head to the side to look at him. “And we are sort of having se
x.”
Holt held certain proclivities when it came to sexual intimacy and what better way to share them with her than to actually show her. There was something so profound about having a serious discussion while being submerged in her. Being a dominate male had honed him to control his own urges to climax. It had taken him many years, but he could hold off for as long as it took to get the information he needed from her. “Are you attracted to me, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” Her sex clenched his cock. “Are you attracted to me?”
He loved it when the body responded to what the person wanted emotionally. “I am. I think we established that fact when I entered your body.” He fought for more control as her insides gloriously clenched around his cock.
Her face softened and her body relaxed underneath him. “Then I’m yours.”
Tilting his head to the side, he studied her, analyzing what she said. His breathing had sped up, despite the tight rein he held on his body. Being inside this woman was a test for his usual restraints. Their bond had tightened over the last few weeks and yes, he requested they sleep in the same bed, but she always seemed to know how to handle him. She stayed one step ahead, and he loved how she kept his interest piqued. “Mine.” He slowly slid out of her and yanked his pants down a little further, exposing his balls. “Turn around, love. Sit on the edge of the bed.”
Chloe pushed off the comforter to stand and then faced him. Her incredible brown eyes met his, and a gorgeous blush pinked her chest and cheeks. Leaving her skirt where it was, she sat on the bed, treating him to a clear view of her wet sex.
Something inside of his chest tightened. Holt palmed the side of her face and caressed her lips with his thumb. “When we’re engaged in sexual acts, I want you to respond to me when I speak to you. Do you understand?”
She sucked in a shaky breath. “You like to talk during sex?”
“Exactly, love.” He stared at her lips, barely penetrating her mouth with the tip of his thumb.
“Okay.” Her tongue met his thumb and she lightly licked him.
“Perfect.” He pushed his finger between her lips. “I’m going to give you a color code to abide by and I trust you to always be honest with me. I may push your inhibitions further, and I need to know what level you are comfortable with. Everything we engage in is for your pleasure, but if something is too much, you have to communicate it to me. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Sucking so tenderly on his thumb, she gazed up at him with innocent eyes and nodded in response.
“Good. If things go too far and you’re afraid or it hurts too much, I want you to tell me red. Everything will cease, no questions asked. Yellow is for when you are borderline and we need to take things slower, explore a different avenue, or perhaps discuss your thoughts and feelings. Green means you are all on board. Do you understand?”
“I do.” Chloe kissed the pad of his thumb.
“Now, be a good girl and suck all your sweet juices off my cock—and don’t miss a spot.”
Her eyes widened a bit, but she caressed his thumb with her tongue and nodded.
“Have you ever tasted your cum, love?”
She shook her head no while kissing his finger.
“Use words, sweetheart,” he prompted her gently.
“No. I have never tasted myself.”
“Give me a color, love. How do you feel about trying it?” He tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Green.”
His pulse raced as he smirked at her. Damn, he needed inside of her again. “Well then, clean me off with your mouth.”
Chloe didn’t use her hands as she lowered her head to his hard-on. She licked and emitted a low whisper of shock. Immediately, her tongue started to lap at him, like a starved kitten drinking warm milk. “Mmm,” she moaned.
“Do you taste good?” Holt wanted to hear her response, the admission of her enjoying their intimate bonding.
“Yes. It’s different,” she answered, then took him fully into her mouth.
Her warm, soft mouth inhaled his cock, and he loved how hungrily she sucked him off. The silkiness of every tongue swipe, the bob of her lips as she slid back and forth. It was carnal, the way she attacked him, how she licked her very essence from him. She moved to his balls laving at them with an erotic sensuality.
His balls tightened, and he couldn’t hold off any longer. “Fuck, you feel so amazing, baby. I need you to bend over on the bed again.”
She looked up at him, licking her now swollen lips. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
He smiled. “How so?”
“The stuff you to do me. The things you have me do—I can’t explain it. You do something to me.”
“I’m about to do a whole lot more to you, love. That sweet pussy won’t know what ripped into it.” He winked at her.
“You going to pound into me, baby?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “Now, bend over.”
Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath as she stood and leaned over the bed. Her skirt scrunched at her waist, exposing her most intimate parts to him as she spread her legs, still wearing her heels.
There was something so provocative to him about fucking with clothes on. Like animals, too caught in wanton desire to be bothered to disrobe—pure desire of sensual pleasure. He finally let himself go and plunged his cock into her wet and wanting pussy as he gripped on to her ass for leverage and squeezed. Pounding against her cheeks, bringing their hips together, he sped up momentum until his balls were slapping against her clit.
“Holt,” she screamed out as he drilled in and out of her. “You’re going to make me come.”
Her inner walls clenched and unclenched against him with each pummel he delivered to her. She was so tight inside, hugging him in a soft blanket of bliss as he fucked her deeply. It was rough and raw, skin on skin. In between thrusts, he said, “Good. I want your pussy to take all my seed, love. Every drop. Milk it from me.”
“Oh, damn.” Chloe’s sex squeezed his shaft as she met him with each pounding.
His thighs quivered as his orgasm welled with hers and burst forward, shooting into her womb. “Fuck, babe,” he roared, filling her until she wrung him dry.
Now, he had connected them in every possible way. It occurred to him that he hadn’t kissed her, not like he’d wanted to. He would in fact kiss her, when the time was right and he would be sure she came while he did it.
3
The next morning, Chloe tried not to watch Holt as he got out of their bed and headed to the master bath. After their mind blowing sex, he disappeared. She found out later that he’d finished with the contractors outside, but he hadn’t even had dinner with her last night. Waiting for him at the table for over an hour helped destroy any hope of them of discussing their relationship together. They exchanged a few words in passing, but nothing about what had happened—or what was now between them.
At least before she had a label of being a business partner. Now, they not only shared a bed, but had intercourse. For goodness sakes, he came inside of her. Very rarely, would she allow men to ejaculate without a condom. She never slept with her ex, Adam, without one because she never truly knew where he had stuck his penis while on tour. She couldn’t risk a disease and the birth control implant was just an added part of protection because she wasn’t prepared to be a single mother while her career took off either. This time though, she’d allowed it as Holt was her husband and that fact was fast becoming more real, every moment she spent with him.
The shower in the bathroom kicked on, and she knew he must be getting ready for the day. He could have at least said something to her though. Anything. She deserved that much after the intense, primal way he claimed her.
Her desire for him overwhelmed her because she couldn’t process their situation better. Chloe was in over her head. How did he really feel about her? She never even knew he was attracted to her…the man was full of surprises. She could get her heart trampled. How did she keep getting herself into these p
redicaments? She needed to stay away from all men. Period.
Her cell buzzed on the nightstand and Adam’s number appeared on the screen. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she darted upright in bed, snatching the phone. How did he get her new number? Probably the same way that he found out she was living at this house. Somebody was feeding him information.
“Answer it.” Holt’s commanding voice made her jump as he stood in the bathroom doorway with a white towel slung around his hips. His lean muscled body flexed with some kind of strong emotion.
Chloe squeezed the phone tighter as she met his gaze, her pulse racing. If she answered, he would stand there and listen. Maybe if she roused some jealousy in him, he might finally talk to her about what was going on with them. She hit send and said, “Hello.”
Adam exhaled heavily. “Damn baby, I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“What it is that you needed?” Her tone was hardened like ice.
“Come on. Are you still pissed with what happened at the hotel? And what’s up with your sudden disappearance? You quit calling, change your number, move into that huge house which I know you can’t afford,” he mocked.
Resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room, she looked back at Holt. He was her motivation to move forward. She couldn’t let Adam manipulate her any longer, like he had for the last two years. She needed to cut the cord completely. “Apparently, my hints for you to leave me alone weren’t obvious enough. I’m married now. Move on, because I most certainly have.”
“What the fuck? So, it’s true you just spread your legs for the next rich dude who comes along. I knew you were a—.”
Click.
Chloe ended the call. She said her piece and she didn’t need for him to berate her. True, she may have chickened out before, instead of completely ending things with him. She sort of dropped out of sight to avoid any confrontation. Her career had been in shambles after the dreadful hotel scene, and she was tired of the whispers behind her back. Better to run at the time, than to face her demons. A month had passed since then and she’d been married to Holt for three of those weeks.
