“How about this?”
I glanced back at him from over my shoulder and his hot gaze raked the length of my body. I was so aroused I could hardly find the words to answer him. I was lost in a haze of desire and excitement. “That’s fine,” I said.
“Fine?” he scoffed. “I hope we can do better than fine.”
He lowered to his knees behind me, his fingers grazing over my ass cheeks gently at first, then growing increasingly rougher. Sliding his fingers between my legs, he explored my wet core, teasing my slick opening and circling my swollen clit. With two fingers, he entered me, pumping in and out of me in slow, controlled movements that left me panting, moaning, and churning my hips against the rhythm he had set.
“You’re so responsive,” he said, quietly. I could feel him… could feel his breath against my heated, wet flesh. And then, his fingers were gone. My knees almost gave out on me and I gripped the window ledge harder and trying to keep myself upright. “It’s hard to believe you’ve never come before.”
“With a man,” I corrected, unsure of why that little detail was so important to me. But it was. I was clinging to it like a shipwreck survivor clinging to driftwood.
He paused below me and I could feel the way he froze up. “Does that mean you’ve come with a woman?”
I almost snorted. Instead, I shook my head no and leaned back to look at him, still on his knees behind me. “Hardly. I can make myself come… with that battery-operated toy you got an up close and personal look at today.”
He nodded and seemed to relax with my admission. “I’d like to watch you make yourself come. It might even help me. Show me some pointers of how you like it before we get started.”
My quads clenched, bunching tight at his words. “Haven’t we already started?”
“Not even close, babe.” His deep throaty chuckle made me even wetter. “You didn’t happen to bring your vibrator up with you, did you?”
I bit my lip and shook my head no.
“That’s a shame. Can you come on your own with your fingers?”
“Sometimes,” I admitted.
“Good. We’ll try that.” He took one cheek in each hand and spread me wide. “But first, I’ve been dying to know what your sweet cunt tastes like.” He sampled me in a long, slow lick from my clit to my opening and then circled me with his tongue before probing inside.
I gasped and pushed onto my toes. The sensation was too much. Too incredibly achy and sweet. He lapped at my clit in fast, fluttering licks while his finger went back to penetrating me in a long, slow thrust.
God, he is good. And he knew it, too. Pleasure built low in my abdomen, swirling and tightening my muscles. It was the fastest that pleasure had ever blossomed—but I knew better. I’d felt this before and it sometimes just faded away. No… not sometimes. Always.
The buzzing sensation grew as his fingers quickened, matching the pace of his tongue and I curled my toes within my stiletto heels in a movement that was so involuntary, I didn’t realize I was doing it.
And then… it stopped. His fingers disappeared. His tongue was gone. And I was left, panting, staring out the window, grasping for what was left of that budding sensation. My lungs burned, my heart was pounding as I spun around to find Pierce right there. Still behind me, now standing. He caught me at the waist, balancing me as I nearly stumbled. I wanted to smack that cocky smirk right off his face. Then kiss it. Then smack it again.
“Why—why’d you stop?”
“Because you aren’t ready yet.”
I wasn’t ready yet? Was he freaking kidding me? “I haven’t had an orgasm with a man in the twenty-seven years I’ve been alive… I am more ‘ready’ than anyone in the world.”
“You’ve admitted that you’ve been with other men. I assume those men have gone down on you before. And I also think it’s fair to assume you’ve probably been close to orgasm at least a few times before, yes?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes,” I admitted, reluctantly.
“Well, then… you aren’t ready. Because we need to make sure that this time, without a shadow of a doubt, you come. And come hard.”
I swallowed as heat spiraled down my core. He leaned in and whispered, “Delayed gratification is hot as fuck. And I want you so hot and bothered, that you’re begging me to make you come.”
My core tightened as a surge of white hot arousal skittered through my body. I was already close to begging and he’d only been touching me a few minutes. What else was in store for me tonight?
When his eyes met mine, they darkened, filled with pure undiluted lust. “Lay on the bed,” he said. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
He stepped back slowly, leading me into the adjoining bedroom. Not once did his eyes leave mine. The king-sized bed was made with neatly tucked corners and lush pillows adorning the center. Nerves and heat collided in my belly. Was I seriously going to do this? Have sex with a virtual stranger who was also one of Hollywood’s ‘it’ men? Furthermore, what in the hell did he see in me?
Stepping forward, he unzipped my dress, and it fell to the floor in a billowing black blur. I had already left my panties on the floor by the window. I stepped to the side, kicking the dress away from my ankles, then felt Pierce’s fingers on my strapless bra. The hooks snapped open and a cool breeze brushed across my already pebbled nipples.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growled, stepping back to admire me. I shifted my weight uncomfortably and shook my head.
“You could literally be with anyone. Any celebrity. For God’s sake, you just starred with Scarlet Mahoney—”
“Stop,” he snapped, standing tall and crossing the room to me. “Stop comparing yourself to everyone else. You are fucking gorgeous. You are real. From the moment I saw you on that ferry, I wanted you. I wanted to feel your glorious cunt squeeze my dick as you came. You are just as gorgeous as any woman I’ve shared a screen with.”
He bent and slanted his lips over mine, sucking my tongue hard into his mouth.
When he pulled away, I was breathless, swaying next to his bed, fully nude while he was still dressed.
“Now,” he said, backing to the chair in the corner of the room. He lowered into the seat, leaning back and brushing his forefinger over his lips. “Let me see you come.”
I closed my eyes, sliding back onto the bed and spreading my legs for him. I was exposed and my sex was pulsing, craving attention. I knew my fingers weren’t going to be enough if I managed to climax. I needed Pierce. I needed his hands on my body, his fingers lightly dancing over my nipples. I closed my eyes and trailed my hands down my flat stomach until I reached my swollen clit. I started slowly, circling it and drawing my slick heat from my opening over my bundle of nerves. I quickened my pace as tension built in my pelvis and stirred a current of electricity up my spine.
I imagined that it was Pierce’s fingers —not mine—causing the pleasure, causing the agonizingly tense feeling to curl around my body like silk. Below me, I heard a grunt. My eyes flew open and Pierce had slid his chair close to the bed. He had his cock out, fisting it roughly. With each stroke, the tip grew darker, turning a shade of red and had a single drop of pre-cum glistening at the edge.
“I want to taste you,” I breathed, not even sure why I said that. I’d never loved blowjobs before or desired a dick in my mouth. It was always just a means to an end… tit for tat. Or at least, tat for tat.
“No,” he said, his voice rough. “Right now is just for you.”
I whimpered, both hating and loving his answer.
“But later, you can suck me dry, baby.” My pussy clenched with his erotic promise and my pulse slammed at the base of my throat.
I was so ridiculously aroused, I took a deep breath in an attempt to delay the inevitable; to will my body to calm down. The pleasure was building low in my belly like elastic being pulled and stretched and coming on rapidly. Too rapidly. Oh, my God. It was going to happen. It was actually going to happen. My temperature spiked and I moaned, t
hrusting my hips into the air.
“Tell me when you’re going to come,” he demanded.
“N-now,” I panted. “I’m going to come now.”
He barely let me get the words out before he plunged two fingers inside of me. I cried out, my toes curling against the bedspread as my lower back lurched toward the ceiling. Exquisite pulsing sensations overcame me, and my pussy clenched around his fingers in wicked succession so intensely that my knees trembled and my limbs turned to liquid as they faded.
I’d never come this quickly… never with myself. But then again, I’d never had an audience before.
And holy hell … I loved it.
5
Emma,” Pierce said. The sound of my name from that deep baritone voice pulled me out of the blissful state I was receding into. “Don’t you go into a coma yet.” He grinned. “We’re not done.”
He stripped the rest of his clothes quickly, discarding them on the chair before he wrapped his hands around my hips, tugging me to the edge of the bed. His tongue landed at my clit, lapping in short flicks, and I was so sensitive, so utterly and completely overtaken by sensation that I tried to push him away. “I-I can’t. It’s too soon.”
He ignored me and slid a finger deep inside me, hitting the knot of nerves. “It’s not too soon,” he said, then reaching for the nightstand, he pulled out a condom and placed it beside us on the bed. “That feeling? Like it’s too soon? That’s another orgasm budding. Don’t shy away from it.”
“Wait,” I whispered and reached a hand out, grasping his dick. I dragged my thumb up the heavy vein on the underside and circled it over his thick tip. “You promised I could taste you.”
He let out a satisfied grunt as I squeezed him in my palm. When he didn’t tell me no, I scrambled to my knees, licking my lips. Then with a quick look up, I tasted him, licking from root to tip, watching the way his eyes darkened, dilating in the low light of the room. His jaw twitched and I closed my eyes as I wrapped my mouth around his head, hollowing my cheeks and slowly pushed him all the way to the back of my throat.
His hands flew to my hair, dragging his fingers through the strands. “Fuck,” he hissed. He reached down, trailing his fingers over my breasts in light, teasing circles before he pinched each nipple hard.
I jerked my pelvis forward and sucked him harder, faster with each impossibly deep thrust of his hips.
With a gasp, he tore himself away from my lips and breathed deeply. “I have to fuck you now or we’ll never make it,” he said. He ripped the condom wrapper and sheathed his dick in the latex before climbing over my body.
He paused, his lips hovering just above mine. “How do you feel, Emma?”
I swallowed, unsure of how honest to be. But screw it. The man already knew my sad sexual history, the fact that I’d been left at the altar, and he’d seen my vibrator. “I feel like… I’m not me right now,” I answered quietly. “This is something the old Emma Cochran would never do.”
His eyes softened. The shadow of the nearly set sun sliced across half his face, masking his expression. “If you want to stop, you just say the word. We can go and enjoy a quiet dinner together instead. Fully clothed.”
I smiled and dragged my fingers down the rasp of his stubble like I’d been wanting to do since the moment I first saw him. “No, I want to do this. I want to be someone else right now. Or at least… a different version of me.” I kind of like this girl I was becoming. She was bolder, asked for what she wanted. And maybe more importantly, made it clear what she didn’t want.
With my admission, Pierce leaned down and kissed me. His tongue probed my lips open, and he licked a slow line in my mouth like he was savoring me. I could taste myself on him, and though it was unusual, it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Even as he pulled back, his lips lingered there just a moment longer, leaving me breathless. I felt that kiss down in my soul create some deeper connection to him. I wasn’t sure if it was just some chemical reaction to finally coming in front of a man or something… more. I couldn’t explain what it was. But right now? It felt so right, so good being here with him, and I didn’t want to dwell on anything else.
I opened my legs wider and angled my hips toward his cock jutting toward me, suddenly struck with how achingly empty my sex felt. I was desperate for him. He fisted his cock and positioned himself at my wet entrance, sliding it up and down over my clit before pressing against my sex and driving inside.
He paused, filling me up, and my moan of pleasure was met with his growl. He stretched my gloriously tight pussy. My hands clenched the comforter as I lifted my hips in an effort to take more.
He slid himself out slowly and then thrusted hard back into me before reaching between us and stroking my clit.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him harder, deeper as his hips moved fluidly against me. Slick. In and out. Holy hell, it felt amazing. My clit was hard and sensitive and each stroke of his finger sent urgent pulses firing to my core.
He pumped in and out of me in quick, but expertly controlled movements. Then his hips started circling. He punctuated each thrust with a roll of his hips. His eyes were on me, urgent and needy. I was right there with him.
A fog of pleasure jolted through my body and before I knew what was happening or could explain it, my body was trembling.
“Oh, God,” I cried out and my hands flew to his shoulders, bracing against him.
“Stay with me baby. Come with me.”
His command was the nudge over the edge I needed. I exploded around his cock, and as he groaned, I nipped his throat, licking the vibrations as we both jerked and slowed.
The room spun around us and I watched as he lowered me back to the bed, scraping his palm down over his stubble. “I’m not usually that fast,” he admitted sheepishly and I loved that I had a small view of his vulnerable side. If even for a moment. “Next time we’ll take our time.”
I swallowed. “Next time?”
“Yes. Next time. If you’re up for it.” He slid off of me, discarding the condom in the waste can. Then taking my hand, he tugged me to my feet. “But first… food. We need some dinner to reenergize.”
I smirked as he handed me my dress and I slipped it up my body. “Reenergize for what?” I asked, fully knowing the answer.
“Dessert.”
6
Okay, okay. I promise I will watch Amadeus if you promise to watch Kramer vs. Kramer,” I said, falling back in my seat and laughing. “Though it hardly feels like a fair trade since Amadeus is like three hours long!”
He grinned and took a sip of his wine. “Well, I could promise to watch Titanic instead, but I have a feeling neither of us would enjoy that.”
“That bitch, Rose, needed to learn to share. She totally could have moved over on that door and saved Jack, too.”
He laughed, but nodded. “My heart will go on my ass. The only way either of us is getting through that movie is with a defibrillator and some Lipitor.”
I laughed and dunked my spoon into the cup of chocolate mousse Pierce had ordered for us with dinner. It was rich and creamy, and I was pretty sure I would never again be able to eat chocolate without thinking about this incredible night.
When I looked up from over my spoon, Pierce was eyeing me, suddenly serious. “Tell me what happened.”
I tilted my head. “What happened with what?”
He sighed and leveled me with a look that made it seem like I should know exactly what he was talking about. “Your idiot ex who didn’t marry you. What the hell happened?”
I swallowed, and that delicious chocolate turned to sand in my stomach. “He… just didn’t love me, I guess. He and his ex-girlfriend got back together a few weeks before the wedding.”
Pierce’s eyes flashed with something fierce and protective. The sight made my stomach knot into a ball. “He cheated on you,” he stated flatly.
For the last week, I’d been pissed. I’d hated James for what he did. Hated her for wedging into my relationship. But for the fi
rst time since I peeled my wedding dress from my body last week, I didn’t feel anger. I felt… peace. And I think, in part, I had Pierce to thank for that. “He did. But… I think he did me a favor. I cared about him, but I wasn’t in love with him. It was just comfortable. Six years and we both just felt like we should be getting married. And his ex-girlfriend…” I cleared my throat and gave a defeated chuckle. “Well, I guess she’s not his ex, anymore. His girlfriend fits into his lifestyle better than I ever did. Her dad is a Congressman. His dad is the attorney general.” I shrugged as though this was an adequate explanation for him cheating on me. It didn’t justify what he did, at all. But I was really starting to believe it in my heart, despite my broken ego, that him leaving me at the altar was braver than going through with a marriage we both knew was doomed to fail.
“Wait,” Pierce said, his brows furrowing. “Are you talking about James Langley? Robert Langley’s son?”
My stomach flipped. No, it didn’t just flip. It twisted into a thousand knots. “You know him?”
“Jesus. We went to prep school together. That guy was a wanker back then, too. You’re better off without him.”
“I’m beginning to feel that way, too.” I smiled, kind of wanting to know more about what a wanker James was in prep school. “And for the love of God,” I added. “I would have had to fake orgasms for the rest of my life with him!”
The corner of Pierce’s mouth twisted into a small smile and he held his wine glass out to mine. “To never faking it again,” he said.
I tapped the edge of my glass to his. “I’ll drink to that.”
He sipped his red wine long and slow, and I did the same. It was fruity and glided smoothly across my tongue like velvet.
Pierce cleared his throat. “Did you ever feel bad about faking it with your ex-fiancé?”
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