by Selena Kitt
Chapter Twelve
The entire drive to Riley’s, Mike envisioned himself storming into her apartment, revealing he knew her secret, and then summarily telling her he made the right decision the day, years ago, when he told her he couldn’t be with her.
He would watch as her skin became paler than the makeup she used to wear, and saunter away as he boarded his plane for Dallas. No notes, no trying to catch her attention. It would serve her right. After all, she was the cause of many fights with his parents, and now she was the reason he didn’t secure the funding he needed for his business.
Then she opened the door.
She always used her looks as a weapon. Fifteen years ago, they deflected those who got too close. Now her appearance sucked in its prey and killed off those who could hurt her.
Tonight, when he barged through the door, the color had already left her face, her armor cast aside. She stood there with her hair a mess of curls, no makeup, in bare feet and a ragged robe.
He caught her off guard with no protection, and his own body surrendered. Beautiful and fragile, he had to have her. He had to be careful, he almost gave away his entire strategy when he kissed her.
On the floor, with her below him, he was going to do what he wanted. Like anyone entering enemy camp, he decided to throw her off her mark by giving her a gentle kiss and insisting she didn’t talk. He needed to ensure she stayed as this stripped down version of herself and gain the advantage.
Yesterday she wanted her orgasm. Today he would show her how fast he could make her come without her even realizing it. He would win. He took a quick peek at his watch.
Once she relaxed beneath him, he broke the kiss and moved his attention down her neck to her chest. No perfume masked her scent, only a bit of soap and that distinctive clove aroma.
He pulled her robe open. She put nothing on underneath, pure and natural. With the lights on, he took in her smooth skin, untouched by the sun.
Her breasts lured him. Large, round and unbound by any fancy corsets. He took one into his palm and watched it overflow his hand. He didn’t have the strength to wait any longer, and he lowered his mouth to her tight nipple.
“Oh.” She tangled her hand in his hair.
He twirled his tongue across her while he toyed with her other breast, and then switched, making sure to pay equal attention to each magnificent mound.
“Mike.” She squirmed.
“Are you coming yet?” He kissed her cleavage, taking in the way her breasts encompassed his face. His cock would fit perfectly there.
“No.”
He lifted his head. “Then no talking, not even to answer me.” He kept his gaze on hers and rubbed the top of one of her nipples in a light circular motion.
She bit her lip.
“Do you understand me?” He lifted his hand, taking away the pleasure. “I just want you to lay there.”
She glanced at his hand as if willing it to return to its rightful spot, and answered with a quick nod.
Her compliance and need incited him. Every time he was with her his body ached to the point where he convinced himself no one else would satisfy him. He held his hand right above her.
She held her breath, her eyes widened.
In that second they had a silent conversation. Would she have satisfaction tonight or would he tease and deny her as she did to him? His cock engorged at the image of her begging for him. For almost twenty-four hours he had been in some sort of state of pain or want and this time he refused to take care of it himself.
“Don’t worry.”
Rather than giving in and replacing his fingers, he slid down her body, opening her robe along the way, allowing the ribbon of skin he revealed to guide him.
She inhaled when he kissed her stomach, licked her belly button, dipping his tongue inside.
Before he had the chance, she moved her legs further apart.
“Does someone need something?” Her scent lured him as if it were specially blended to entice him. He had only a scant second to taste her on his own fingers the night before, a sweet tangy treat that left him craving more.
She didn’t say a word, and he glanced up. Her fingers dug into the carpet and her eyes were shut.
“Good answer.” He pushed himself down further. Now he would indulge. He grazed her perfectly smooth skin with his fingertips, outlining the separation between her lips.
She made a noise.
“Someone is soaked, and so quickly.” He let his fingers probe a bit further, though he knew he could thrust his fingers into her with no problem.
“Do you know what that means?” He positioned his face only inches from her.
She pushed herself up on her elbows.
“It means you want me, so you earned a reward.” He lowered his head between her legs.
Nothing compared to the experience of dipping his tongue between her folds and allowing all his taste buds to absorb her, lap up everything she gave him like a glutton who wouldn’t share his bounty.
“Oh.” She lifted her knees.
He ground his hips into the floor, knowing he affected her more of a turn on than anything else. His hard-on returned to a painful throb. He took care to relish in each part of her, but made sure he avoided the one special area they both wanted him to focus on.
She writhed on the floor. “Please.”
“Did you say something?” One finger outlined her opening.
She huffed, moved her hips toward him.
“Is this what you need?” The finger entered her with no resistance. “Give me a one word answer.”
“More.” Her hands went to her own breasts.
“Like this?” He added a second digit. Her body opened right up for him.
“Yes.” She moved with him.
“I need you to come.” This was happening faster than he even anticipated. She only needed one more thing.
She arched her back. “God.”
He draped her legs over his shoulders, and brought his mouth down upon her once more. This time his tongue probed until he it found that one hypersensitive bundle.
She twisted her body.
“Stay still.” With his free hand, he pulled back the thin covering over her clit, taking a brief second to admire how swollen and engorged she was before he locked his lips around her.
“Ah!” She cried out.
He wanted to hear her lose control, scream her climax. He alternated between using his tongue to flutter over her and sucking right on her, all the while thrusting his fingers.
“Mike.” She hit the floor.
He amplified all his actions, plunging his fingers faster and deeper, teasing her with his teeth.
“Mike!” She trembled.
Her end came upon her as fast as he wanted. She never even tried to hold back, but she did give him the sought after scream.
“Mike!” She yelled out, bucking her hips up and holding them in mid air while her orgasm took over. “Oh Mike!”
Her body clenched around his fingers, trying to hold onto the source of the pleasure while the rest of her quivered and twitched, nerve endings firing off causing unabashed pleasure and uncontrolled movements.
He made sure she rode out every last morsel of bliss. Her body collapsed back on the carpet.
“Mike.” Her legs dropped off his shoulders. “Oh my God.”
He gave her a few last licks. She shuddered in response to his attention to her over sensitized body.
She reached for him.
He took her hand and moved up beside her.
With her eyes shut, she turned to him, her hand instantly searching out the bulge in his jeans.
“You came in less than five minutes.” He lifted his wrist to confirm what he knew. He was a success. “That’s what I can do to you.”
Her eyes opened.
With her orgasm, the ball remained in his court. This was his game before his grand reveal. His plans didn’t change from when he first walked in here. He only took the detour that would be
his victory march. Now he would tell her what he knew and leave.
She pointed to her mouth.
Fuck, she was still complying, even asking for permission to speak. This wasn’t time for conversation. What if she finally told him the truth? His entire approach would be destroyed.
“Two words.”
She held up four fingers.
He paused. “Fine, four words.”
“I’m sorry about yesterday.” She leaned in and pressed her head to his chest.
As if on automatic, he wrapped his arms around her. Either she meant the words, or he was about to be annihilated. He needed a new plan of attack.
The whole telling Riley/Margaret off and storming out of her life somehow morphed into showing her what she was missing, making her come, and then stomping away.
Of course, they were still on her floor kissing while she worked the buckle on his belt.
Mike needed to make a tactical decision. He didn’t want to have sex with her and walk out. No matter how pissed, he wouldn’t be that guy. He only wanted to share the feeling he had last night when she vanished.
“Am I allowed to speak yet?” She kissed his neck and managed to unfasten the button on his pants with one hand.
The last time she spoke, she sideswiped him. He also tried to remind himself she knew who he was long before he knew her.
She unzipped his pants and snaked her hand inside while she slid her mouth down his chest to his nipples.
“Riley.” He tilted his head as her teeth grazed across him and her fingers fondled the head of his cock. She used him. This was all some strange scheme to torture him.
“Do I get to answer you or not?” She pushed his pants down.
His cock leapt to life at being freed, his balls swelling when she cupped them in her palm.
“Can I tell you I promise to make you come?” She returned her hand to his shaft.
Storming, stomping or sauntering away wouldn’t be nearly as effective after he had sex with her, he would be all relaxed and just want to lie there and hold her until he was ready to do it again. His body betrayed him and he thrust up into her hand.
“Maybe if you let me speak I can tell you I have condoms in my purse?” She pointed and kissed him down his chest and stomach.
“Oh shit.” He was powerless against her. She may have played some bizarre game, maybe she lied, and all those years ago she crushed him, but just now she claimed she was sorry, and he had to have her. He glanced back in the direction she indicated.
Something was off. He noticed it when he entered and she was without any makeup. He disregarded it at the time, but now took in the mess in her apartment. Over on one side of the room it appeared as if she tore her purse apart. He turned, there were papers or something all over the floor in what had to be her bedroom.
“Wait.” He didn’t mean to say the word aloud, but his body and his mind were not working together.
“What?” She kept hold of him but stopped.
The flowers and the bear were still in their spots, untouched. Not the action for someone who plotted and planned this. Before he arrived, she was obviously upset and he caught her in a moment where she was one hundred percent real.
“Mike?”
He faced her. There she was with her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm, naked on the floor and wanting to be with him.
She did apologize.
He tried to take control, show her what he could do, but neglected to remember what she did to him as well. They had too much to overcome, but he fell in love with Margaret years ago and wanted Riley the second he met her. It had to mean something. These things didn’t happen twice in a lifetime.
He let go of her and stood, taking one last quick scan of the room before he made his decision. He had to be right.
She put her hand to her chest.
“I have condoms.” He retrieved his wallet, kicked off his pants and held his hand out to her.
“Where are we going?” She put her hand in his.
Benefit of the doubt. He screamed at himself as he pulled her up. “I’m taking you to your bedroom and I’m going to make love to you.” Before she could protest or he could walk away, he picked her up.
“Mike.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“That is what we are doing.” He nodded and headed toward the bedroom. The benefit of the doubt better not burn him again.
Chapter Thirteen
When Mike wanted to take her to a hotel and ‘make love’ to her yesterday, she envisioned a one-night stand. A high class one-night stand, but nevertheless a one-night stand. She objected to the words making love because she didn’t make love, wasn’t that kind of girl.
After he showed up tonight, she was willing and wanting to give him his one-night stand, ready to watch him leave, head on a plane for Dallas and have the closure she didn’t know she needed until he blasted into her life three days ago.
If only they remained gyrating on the floor together.
A hotel was one thing. Anonymous, made for people passing through. Her bedroom, her bed, was another thing. She wouldn’t be able to wash away the memories just because she threw the sheets in the laundry.
He approached her room and she turned, spying the box and papers from high school scattered by the wall. “Mike.” If he took one look either he would see the truth, or he would assume she was some lunatic with his senior class yearbook.
He stopped in the doorway. “Riley.” His voice was even, secure. Something she could have possibly had if she didn’t withhold the truth. Who was she kidding? She lied. No matter what his true reason was for not wanting her to go to that meeting with him, everything he did, even as a teenager, was superseded by what she did over the last three days.
She inhaled. This wasn’t quite the type of closure she envisioned.
“Riley?” He stared down at her.
That tooth taunted her, his eyes took her in, and his lips were hers for the night. No matter what, she wanted him, even if it was only this one time. She wouldn’t taint these last few hours with telling him her horrible story, she would have tonight and say goodbye. That’s what she wanted and what he deserved.
“I just want to adjust the lighting.” She reached over, turned off the main light and flipped the switch next to it illuminating a string of twinkle lights around the perimeter of the ceiling, hiding the evidence in the shadows.
“Nice.” He walked over, pulled her comforter down and laid them both on the bed.
He pulled her in, kissing her, rubbing his hands across her back. Her breasts flattened out against his chest, his cock pressed her stomach. His caresses served to both inflame and calm her.
Now their bodies came together, their legs intertwining to the point to where she couldn’t separate them.
“Oh God.” She held on. For the first time, this wasn’t about a quick climax. She wanted him to be part of her.
Mike turned her to her back and continued kissing her while the distinctive crunch of condom wrapper being opened filled the air. “Riley.”
He wasn’t the type of man to ask permission, but she would give it to him anyway. “Now.”
He leaned up for only a second to sheathe himself and moved on top of her.
Part of her expected him to either plunge into her or torture her by taking his time. She held her breath. Either way, she waited for this moment.
Instead, he stopped, pressed his palm to her cheek and kissed her.
“Mike?” She put her hand on the back of his neck, his skin was damp and he seemed to tremble, matching the way her body tingled with anticipation.
He swallowed. “You’re gorgeous.”
Not quite sure what was going on, she glanced down between them. He was more than ready for her. His discipline surprised her.
Wait. Her body flooded at what he was trying to tell her. One day he would learn he couldn’t plot and plan everything. Even now she knew he mapped out precisely how he would bring them both to orgasm, but he
couldn’t control his own arousal, and right now his was too intense for him to continue.
She pushed him back. “I want to start.” She loved the way he needed her to buy him time.
“So now we are not only talking, we are demanding.” His words may have protested, but he took her by the shoulders and complied. “Then remember, I may have some demands of my own.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She took hold of him, giving him some light strokes, stoking the fire, but letting it even out, and giving her the opportunity to admire his magnificent hard on. It stood straight up from need. She wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.
“Now Riley.” He lifted his hips.
“Is that one of your demands?” She moved on top of him.
“Just the first.”
Now she acquiesced by getting up on her knees and guided him inside her.
He sucked in his breath.
Though her body was more than ready for him, she grabbed his hand, needing something to hold onto as she became accustomed to size. Nothing compared to having a man inside her. Maybe it was trite, but Mike filled her.
She started grinding her hips in a slow, circular pattern, spreading her legs further and taking him deep. It had been too long since she was with someone, and wanted to bask in this short amount of time where nothing mattered but their pleasure.
“That’s good.” He closed his eyes and followed suit.
Right as she knew he was anticipating her next move, she hoisted herself up on his shaft.
He let out a low laugh and opened his eyes. “Come on Riley.” His gazed traveled up her body, first focusing on where they were joined, up to her stomach and finally settled on her breasts.
She glided back down, leaning forward to alleviate some of her own aching. “Is that your second demand?” She braced herself on his chest and resumed her gyrations, losing herself.
“No coming, yet.” He took her hips and lifted her up again.
She resisted when he attempted to push her down, keeping only the head of his cock inside her. “I already came once, I think it is you who should worry.”
