I don't know how he does it, but Barrett gets me so soaking wet, it's ridiculous.
I blame my starving body for this lack of self-control.
Celibacy is an absolute bitch.
“Just hearing you say that makes my cock drip. The idea of pounding your willing pussy has my balls contracting like little pendulums. It hurts so good, kitten. And to think you haven’t even touched me yet.”
I reach out for his cock, but I don’t get close.
Slap.
His free hand lands punishingly against my bare ass.
Bloody hell that felt so good.
“Have I given you permission?" he asks in a dark voice.
"No." I bite down hard against my lip at his disapproval.
“Greedy little thing,” he scolds.
"I need to touch you," I beg. "That obvious bulge is too tempting."
"Be patient, kitten. If you force my hand, I’ll withhold your orgasm, and you know I won't hesitate. Is that what you want?"
"Of course not," I protest.
“Then we have an understanding." He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.
"We do."
"Better," he nods. "You get my cock when I’ve deemed that you deserve it. In the meantime, use my finger to your heart’s content," he repeats his earlier invitation.
Barrett’s eyes are veiled with raw and scorching fervor. His face is unreadable, but his gaze flashes undisguised feral lust. An indication of good things to come.
I press my hips down a little harder against his hand and my swollen clit pulsates against his touch.
“You and I have done a lot of crazy things together. I’ve lost track of all the public places where we’ve fucked."
“So have I,” I laugh.
"That's what I love about you, kitten,” he laughs. “You like it a little risqué when it comes to chasing your pleasure."
"It's all your fault."
"You're right. I take full responsibility for your deviant mind," he chuckles. "I'm sure your other blokes must thank me."
His comment is cocksure and arrogant. Conceited even. It's pure Barrett. But at the same time, it makes me realize how much of a hold he has on me.
I open my mouth to say something but change my mind.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Charlotte," he warns. "Withholding is lying," he reminds me.
"I really shouldn’t admit this," I say.
"You can trust me."
"That's the problem." He frowns. "I find it very difficult to be this debauched with anyone else."
You need a certain level of trust to be this uninhibited. One-night stands and short-term relationships don't allow for that.
His eyebrows hit his forehead. "Really?"
"What do you take me for?"
"Calm down, kitten." He offers me a wide and tender smile. “I'm very honored," he says in a solemn voice. His eyes hold mine for what seems like an eternity, and for a fraction of a second, I hope—no pray—that he’d confess the same. But he doesn't. Instead he says, “So, I assume you've never lost your bearings with the Acropolis in view?”
“No.”
“Today is your lucky day,” he grins.
Before I even have time to think, he leans down and crushes my mouth again as his tongue resumes to dominate mine. For a few long, intoxicated breaths, we exchange a feverish kiss, which sends my blood spiraling like a torpedo through my veins.
That’s when he unleashes his passion on me.
Barrett devours my mouth as his fingers press against my clit. His other hand is pressed against the small of my back, limiting my range of movement. There’s nowhere for me to go. I can only take. Feel. Surrender.
As promised, Barrett takes good care of both sets of my lips.
Thank you, God. Thank you. I so needed this.
No matter how many lovers I have, none of them come close to Barrett. In fact, they don't touch his little toe. It's true, that many of them have put in a commendable effort, but that's just it. It often feels forced. It’s never like that with Barrett. Everything flows so naturally with him.
“You do that so well. No one touches me like you do.”
"It’s always about you, kitten. Pleasuring you is a privilege I take very seriously."
My cheeks flame up.
It’s only when he answers that I realize that it wasn’t my inner voice speaking. Once again, I’m bearing too much of my soul to him.
Shit.
That truth serum is working overtime today.
“You’re so flush. You didn't want me to know that?"
“No,” I say shyly.
He flashes me a slow grin before dipping his head to suck the side of my neck. I gasp when I feel his teeth graze against my skin.
God.
"It seems like you were trying to hide that from me, kitten. That's a third violation since I dipped my figures inside your wet pussy. Guess what? That buys you another punishment. This night is getting better and better."
Bollocks.
"You know you can't kill me. Jason needs me," I joke.
"Oh, tomorrow is so far away. There’s so much I can do to you tonight to bring you to the edge. As long as you can think semi-cohesively, you should be fine," he grins devilishly.
I ready myself to retort, but he gives my clit a slight pinch.
“Jesus,” I gasp.
"Focus on the moment, kitten," he admonishes.
Barrett resumes to pleasuring me and I quickly melt like butter in his arms. The sweet sensation of him stroking my clit, rubbing over and over my hard nub is sinful. It doesn't take long to get there.
“Argh,” I scream out, shaking.
This is it.
“You’re close?”
“Yes,” I pant.
"Are you going to give me what I want?"
"Yes," I repeat.
"You're going to come hard for me?"
"Yes."
I wish I could say more, but the build-up that’s mounting from the pit of my stomach all the way down to my clit has robbed me of my ability to think. There's very little blood left in my brain, everything has traveled to that one little nub on my body that's threatening to explode.
"You docile little kitten," he praises.
I hear myself purring in response.
As a reward, he adds more pressure against my clit, rubbing me relentlessly, determined to leave me no other choice but to give him what he wants.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, oh.”
"That's it."
"Oh, fuck, yeah.”
“Let it go, kitten,” he commands trapping my clit between his fingers.
“Ha— Oh Christ!” I shout as I dissolve in his arms. “Jesus!” I shout louder. “Oh, Barrett,” I sob as my orgasm crashes through me.
His mouth is back on mine, swallowing my cries. I grab the hair at the back of his head and clench my fingers tight as I ride my climax. He kisses me harder, unbothered by the fact that I can barely breathe.
Thank you, God.
I don't know how long our lips are fused together, but when he finally pulls away, I clasp both hands against his forearm, panting feverishly.
He bends at the knees, so his eyes bore into mine. "Are you still with me?" he asks in an amused tone.
"Barely." One word, but it's such a struggle to speak.
He held true to his promise—as always—and now I can’t function.
"We’re not done yet," he announces.
"There isn't much left of me," I remind him.
"I'm sure you'll find the energy, but in the meantime, open up," he commands.
The second I feel his fingers slide out of my pussy, I know exactly what he wants. Obediently, I open my mouth and accept his fingers, cleaning up my climax.
Fuck, I love it when he does that.
Like the gentleman that he is, he lowers my dress and covers my partial nakedness.
"You're fucking perfect, Charlotte," he says.
I look up into his green eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, mate," I tease. He steps back, his jaw clenching. His trademark frown is back. "What?"
"If you can crack a joke, then I’ve done a shitty job at pushing you over the edge." I might have to argue with that. "I want you spent, boneless and in a post-climactic coma, purring like a kitten, not bouncing around like a panther. You seem to have enough energy to run a marathon." I wouldn't go that far. “Do you want more, or do you want to quit while you're ahead?" He asks that with such resolve that I tremble.
"Does more involve your cock?" Please.
"More involves what I'm willing to give you." He pauses. “I haven't decided what that is yet. But one thing I know is that it involves you coming at least… three, maybe four more times before I consider giving you any respite."
"I can definitely handle that."
"Good answer," he smiles. “Am I still the only cock you take bare?” Barrett asks, his fingers running through my hair.
I nod.
"I want words."
"Yes."
"Good."
"And you?" I reciprocate.
"You’re the only pussy I've ever wanted to ravish unshielded. So, to answer your question, yes, you're the only one. And as you know, old Navy habits die hard, I get tested regularly."
"So do I."
This is a routine set of questions between us every time we drift in and out of each other's life. You’d think I’d get used to it by now but hearing him say that we share something that he's never wanted to share with any other woman on this planet does something to me. You may think I'm crazy given our past. Maybe. After all, Barrett and I remain two vessels at sea unable to dock at the same port. Will my exclusive status change when he finds his perfect match? Undoubtedly. But for now, I love knowing that I'm the only one.
"No other pussy as tempting as mine?" The words just fly out of my mouth before I can catch them.
So far, I've always managed to refrain from asking questions that might bring me more sorrow than I can bear. I really don't care to know how many women he sleeps with.
"Not even close," he says. “The same for your ass."
"Oh." His answer disarms me.
I almost ask about Natasha—surely he’d want to mark a beauty queen—but I don't. She's history. She shouldn't matter anymore.
“Should I assume you haven’t been able to find another cock as big as mine to ride unsheathed?”
I swat his arm. “Tate Barrett Ascott, you're so full of yourself.”
"It doesn’t escape my notice that you’re trying to avoid answering my question head-on," he grins from ear-to-ear. “It's okay, you can tell me that I’m the biggest. You can stroke my ego like that," he grins like a fool.
"Whatever." I shake my head as I roll my eyes.
Owen has a twelve-inch cock. Yup. The thing is unbelievable when he’s fully erect. His head looks like the top of a portobello mushroom. No, seriously. Alas, he has no idea how to use his gift. The only thing he was good at was banging you until you felt like you were being sliced in half. Not very sexy. To add insult to injury, the king of football turns his nose up at licking pussy. It was all about him. Fuck that. Barrett knows exactly how to use his big cock. And his mouth. And his fingers.
“Still on the pill?" he asks.
"Yes."
He nods. Pursing his lips together like he always does when he’s satisfied with an answer.
"There’s something I need you to know." His voice is considerably graver.
"What?"
He cups my face in his hands and fixes his eyes onto mine.
Now I’m worried.
"With all this talk about your fine pussy and scrumptious ass, I don't want you to think that it's just that. It’s also about your touch, your kiss and your warmth. In other words, it's about being with you again, Charlotte."
Immediately my heart crumbles into pieces from his confession.
Oh.
My.
God.
Sure, at its core, it’s only sex with my ex for one night, but his words make me feel like I'm not just a random meaningless fuck.
"I don't even know what to say to that," I whisper.
"You've already said yes to tonight." He pauses. "But, I wanted to tell you that it's never been just an in and out job with you. I just wanted to make things clear between us."
Wow.
“Crystal clear, sir."
And in this moment, I curse the vindictive people that have become ghosts in his life and whatever else that’s so monopolizing that has prevented us from being together. And of course, being the alpha male that he is, Barrett refuses to open up and let me help him. He’s steadfast in his resolve to go at it alone. He closes up like a clam every time I’ve broached the subject and pushes me away when the pressure of whatever he’s dealing with is too great.
"Do you remember the rules?" he asks pulling me away from my mental rant.
I swallow against some familiar emotion and I nod. "Yes, I do."
"I want to hear them."
"One, I don't lie to you ever. Two, I tell you if anything hurts. Three, I come only when you tell me to. Four, I use my safe word if I need to."
"You’re a good little sub," he smiles wide. "And what is your safe word?"
"Monaco."
I met Barrett when I was fifteen. He was twenty. I fell in love the second I saw his green eyes. I wanted him with every fiber of my being. But our timing was off. Much like it is right now. He was between deployments and he said I was too young. I disagreed. He was unwavering. I wanted him to be my first. So, I waited three long years. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I dated. It was expected of me. It was always platonic—a pursuit by my parents to find me a suitable husband. So passé, I know. I went along with it, but I guarded my kisses and that part of me just for him. He had just finished his last tour of duty with the Navy and we were officially dating. For my eighteenth birthday, he whisked me away to Monaco for a romantic weekend on the French Riviera. He claimed me on the luxury yacht he had rented at sunset. He took my virginity that day and for evermore, my heart.
“We’re on the same page?”
“We are,” I nod.
He runs a hand through my hair. It’s gentle at first, but then I see something devious flashing in his eyes right before I feel the pull—the familiar sting. With my head slightly tilted back, I catch the bright burning sun setting at his back. The halo effect around his strong frame is stunning.
"It sounds like you're ready to play, kitten," he tugs at my hair a little harder.
“Yes, please!” I gasp.
My stomach—and my pussy—tightens in excitement.
CHAPTER 21
Barrett
I never tire of having Charlotte's body go hot and pliable under my touch. She’s so gorgeous when she comes, and hearing my name on her lips as she freefalls is always a reward. I love that after six months, she's still as responsive as ever to my touch. More importantly, she's willing to play by my rules.
There was a time where I wouldn’t have hesitated to take her without a care in the world on this deck, but that time has long passed. Too much has changed. Too many factors I can't control. Too many envious forces doing their best to discredit me. Although very few people know I'm in Greece—because I’ve instructed Felicity to keep it to a need-to-know basis only—I don't want to take chances. Not with Charlotte.
"If I recall correctly, I owe you three punishments."
She shivers.
"Who’s counting?" she waves her hand in the air dismissively.
"I am," I deadpan.
She worries at her lower lip for a few seconds before asking, "Will you go easy on me?"
"You told me to go fuck myself while I was doing my best to bring you pleasure—"
“You sound so afflicted—"
"Charlotte," I warn. "I know what you're after and you're lucky. I'm easy tonight. I'm willing to give it to you in spades." I put an end to this back and forth. "I wa
nt you in the bedroom stripped naked. And then I want you to climb on the bed. When I walk in the room I expect you on your hands and knees with your head facing the wall."
"Barrett—"
I narrow my eyes at her.
"Do I get to know what you're going to do to me?"
"Have we ever played this game this way before?"
"No, but—"
"Don’t make it worse for yourself than it already is, kitten.” Her shoulders slump in acceptance. "The master bedroom is at the opposite side of the kitchen. You have three minutes to get into position."
She flashes me a concerned glance before sashaying back inside.
Given our less than amicable exchange at the precinct yesterday and our less than warm and fuzzy exchange in the sauna, I never imagined that she’d agree to my dinner invitation. True, there was a connection outside of Christos’ office, but these things can dim down just as quickly as they flare up. When she showed up at my door, I was thrilled. She could have changed her mind when we got back to the hotel, but she didn't. Her willingness to give me one night is more than I could ask for. That said, it wasn't something I had planned for. Seeing her so carefree on the deck when I returned with the champagne and appetizer sealed the fate of this evening. I won’t lie, that sexy red dress only added fuel to the fire. When she turned around and looked up at me with those content eyes, I knew then and there that this evening would have to end one way. Given that I wasn't prepared, I have to improvise.
Her three minutes are up.
I walk out of the bathroom after grabbing what I need and I make my way to the master bedroom. When I enter, I growl at the magnificent view she's rewarding me with. She obeys so beautifully. Her tempting pussy and her delectable ass are on full display. And then there’s that sweet tiny little hole I can’t wait to explore. It’s obscene. I know. But it’s so right.
I approach the bed with hushed steps like a predator would assess his prey. I want to savor this moment. I want to take her in. Fucking beautiful. As my eyes roam over her sinful body, I wonder which way I’ll play this. Hard and punishing or slow and agonizing.
I drop what I'm holding in my left hand on the bed. With both hands free, I caress her ass eliciting a few moans from her. "You’re a sight for sore eyes, kitten," I praise. She turns her head to answer, but I stop her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I scold. “Eyes front!”
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