Beyond 10 Nights (Forbidden Desires Series)

by Michelle Hughes

  A pounding on the door forced him to hurriedly slide his fingers from her clenching flesh; he wanted to murder the person doing the pounding. “Just a fucking minute!” he yelled, pissed that he was being interrupted. Adjusting Leah’s dress, so no-one else would see what was his, he placed his fingers at her lips and pushed them slowly into her mouth. “Remember whose touch makes you cum, baby.” Pulling his fingers away he opened the door.

  The employee in the passage was shocked to see the couple in the closet when the door opened. “Forgive me, Mr. Hammond, I had no idea it was you, but this area is for employees only.” He knew he would be fired instantly if such a valuable customer was upset and made a complaint, he sincerely hoped that wouldn’t happen.

  “I’m sorry about the inconvenience.” Rhett said stiffly as he fought the urge to adjust himself to ease the tightness in his trousers brought on by his cock, which was throbbing with need. Taking out his wallet he handed over a hundred dollar bill, hoping it would be enough to keep the waiter quiet.

  Leah was mortified by what she had allowed to happen and slid around both of them so she could leave. The arrogant son-of-a-bitch was leaving her but he didn’t want another man to have her. She was beyond angry, and relieved to find a cab just a short distance down the street, which she quickly got into.

  Giving the driver the name of the hotel she was staying at she watched as Rhett charged toward the car as it pulled away from the curb. He was the last person on earth she wanted to talk to right then.

  “Fucking great Hammond!” he cursed as the cab pulled away from him. He wanted to get in his car and follow her to the hotel and demand she come back with him but he knew he couldn’t, that kind of behavior was what had started all the shit in the first place. He had to let her go and cool down, and get his attitude checked as well.

  What had just happened was exactly what he wanted to avoid with her, yet here he was, doing the same thing again. Fighting the urge to do as his instincts demanded he returned to the restaurant, where he ignored the stares of the other diners, and ordered.

  Leah was still trembling as she held back her temper and disappointment when the cab dropped her off at the hotel. She knew he had been planning to break things off with her before she goaded him into action. If there was one thing she knew about Rhett now, he didn’t like being denied.

  She couldn’t help but wonder if subconsciously she hadn’t wanted to anger him. Tears blinded her as she hit the elevator button. Had she wanted to prove to him that she could be just as heartless as he was? She wasn’t sure. She wanted to hurt him for how he had made her feel, she thought in anger, she didn’t know how to manage that, but he deserved to suffer, if she could only think of how to do it, she knew she would.

  Storming through the door and into the hotel suite Leah slammed her purse down. It wasn’t fair that he had the ability to alter her emotions with a simple touch, no one should have that power over her, she grumbled under her breath as her mood grew even darker.

  “I didn’t expect you home so soon, Leah.” Alex had just finished working out and hadn’t thought to put on a shirt. Dressed in just a pair of jogging bottoms he wondered if he should go put a top on, at the least, before having a conversation with his roommate.

  “Have you ever wanted to just slap the living shit out of anyone?” Leah asked, still so far beyond rational thought that she gave no consideration to what she was saying, or who she was saying it to. Alex was simply the closest person.

  “On a few occasions,” Alex admitted, “do you need to talk?” It was apparent that her date with Rhett hadn’t gone well, and he found himself wondering if his friend had a screw loose. Leah was something else, in his opinion, and he couldn’t see how Rhett could manage to mess it up with her as often and as easily as he seemed to.

  “No, I don’t want to talk; I want to slap the shit out of someone.” Walking into the small kitchen area she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine; she wasn’t a big drinker but damn it, her emotions were in turmoil right then and she thought that was a good enough reason.

  “Do you think drinking right now is a good idea?” He could see just how upset she was, and knew that alcohol only intensified such moods; in his opinion she was better off staying sober and calming down.

  “Do you want to tell me what I can or cannot do now too, Alex?” Leah demanded with a snap to her voice. Setting the bottle down on the counter she rummaged through the drawers for a corkscrew, hoping he would have some sense and would think better of telling her what to do. Finding the corkscrew she fumbled with the bottle, becoming more and more agitated as she failed to get it open.

  Alex realized that it wasn’t his place to dictate to her and so he kept his mouth shut, but seeing how frustrated she was becoming he walked over and took the corkscrew from her. Working around her body he quickly worked the cork from the bottle, releasing the wine she was clearly desperate to get at.

  Against his will he found his body responding to the proximity and unconsciously he rubbed against her. When he became aware of what he was doing, and how inappropriate it was he stepped back, quickly, not sure if he should apologize or pretend that nothing had happened.

  “Maybe I’ll join you,” he said after a second, fetching a couple of glasses. If she was determined to drink, it was better for her to do so in company, he told himself as he tried to get his thoughts under control.

  She was still aching from Rhett’s fingers and the feel of him against her, and her overwhelming emotions, were proving to be too big a temptation. It didn’t take an experienced woman to understand that the feel of his hard cock against her, the two of them separated by just a couple of layers of material, meant he was craving something too. “You want me.” It wasn’t a question; there was no way he could deny his hard-on.

  Alex poured wine into the two glasses as he contemplated how to respond. “It doesn’t matter if I do, Leah,” he said finally, “you are both my employee and my roommate. It doesn’t matter what my body feels.” His cock very definitely disagreed with him, and despite his best efforts to control it, it didn’t want to settle down.

  She didn’t know why, but she found his words a challenge and she moved closer to him, pressing her body against his. “It matters to me, I feel like fucking.” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. She blushed but refused to move away or even take her eyes from his; the hell with Rhett, she thought, if he didn’t want her to be his then she would find a way to move on.

  Alex backed away, knowing things were heading in a direction that was best avoid. “Leah, you are gorgeous, I can’t deny that, and I am flattered, but this is something you would almost certainly regret in the morning, and I would hate for that to happen and for things to become awkward between us.” For her sake he hoped she was going to heed his advice, because his body was on board with what she wanted and he was having a hard time resisting the urge to give in.

  “Sometimes you have to do things you regret, just so you know you’re alive.” She remembered Janie telling her that one time early on in their friendship, after she had recovered from a morning of throwing up following a frat party. “Do you want me or not?” Where her brazen attitude had come from she had no idea, but right then she found herself wanting him desperately; Rhett’s insistence that he be her only lover burned in her mind and she was determined that she would not allow his words to become truth.

  “Think about this, Leah, think very carefully. I want you, sure, of course I do, but I don’t want this to be something you will regret in the morning, and right now I think you will.” He hoped she came to her senses because he wanted what she was offering, even knowing it was a bad decision didn’t stop him wanting it. He knew he should stop things, she was emotionally unstable and not in control of her actions right then, but he didn't, he couldn’t bring himself to do the right thing and simply walk away though.

  Leah didn’t need to hear anymore, he wanted her, and she wanted him. To hell with tomorr
ow, she thought as she walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, crushing her lips against his, daring him to deny her. It felt powerful to be the one in control and she enjoyed it.

  As she felt him pull back she lowered her hand to his cock and stroked him through the thin material. “Do you really want to stop?”

  He was defeated, and he knew it, the touch of her small hand on his length, even through his trousers, was enough to make his resolve crumble. All the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this were gone the moment she took control.

  It would be her choice, he decided, something he rarely allowed any woman to have when it came to sexual pleasure, but on this occasion he would it be all about her. “If you want this, Leah, then take it,” he told her. Consequences be damned, he thought, if she decided in the morning it had been a mistake then it would be hers, he had given her every chance to back away.

  She hadn’t been prepared for him to give in so easily, and the thought of doing what she wanted for a change sent a surge of adrenaline through her. "You mean you’ll let me do whatever I want to you?” The thought had never crossed her mind before and her hand stilled on his cock.

  “Tomorrow morning, if you wake up and decide this was not the right call I don’t want you blaming me. I’ll give you whatever you want, but you have to tell me exactly what that is.” He groaned as her hand squeezed him through the relatively thin material of his sweatpants.

  Every other thought was forced out of her mind by his declaration. He was giving her the choice of walking away or having her way with him, the thought made her giggle. There was no way in hell she wasn’t going to take the opportunity he had presented her, she decided.

  Tomorrow was a long way off, and as far as she was concerned it could go to hell, she wanted the sexy man before her and he was offering himself up, it would be foolish of her to refuse him, she told herself. “Let’s go into your room.” Before she could be overtaken by second thoughts she turned and led the way across the suite.

  Standing at the side of the bed, Alex waited to see what she would do. He could tell as she bit her lip that she was more than a little nervous about the whole scenario. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is walk away.” He wanted her to understand that whatever she decided, it was entirely up to her, though he hoped she wasn’t going to leave. His cock was throbbing, almost painfully, and he knew if she did change her mind he was going to have to have a cold shower and take care of himself.

  “I don’t want to walk away; I just don’t know what to do with you.” She hadn’t meant to say that aloud and the moment she realized she had she flushed, her cheeks going a deep tomato red.

  Chuckling softly at her admission, Alex was forced to admit to himself that he found her adorable. “You could start by asking me to get undressed,” he suggested, not wanting to guide her but feeling that she could do with a starting point. The situation was not only new to her, it was unfamiliar to him, he hadn’t allowed a woman to control him since the last day of training by his former mistress when he first found the lifestyle, and that was more years in the past than he cared to think about.

  “Okay, um, would you mind undressing for me.” Nibbling on her lower lip she hoped she wasn’t being too demanding.

  Her half-hearted command made him decide that for things to work he was going to have to do a little topping from the bottom, to encourage her. “No, I wouldn’t mind at all, would like me to do that?” He wanted her to express what it was she wanted from him.

  Leah hadn’t expected that reaction and realized she was going to have to give him explicit instructions. “Undress for me,” she told him, projecting a wholly unfamiliar note of command into her voice that time.

  Holy hell he was beautiful, she thought as she watched him slide his jogging bottoms down his long firm legs. His washboard abs, strong thighs, and his cock, the man was built like a race horse, she thought, feeling a little intimidated. “Lay down on the bed,” she ordered softly once he was naked, as she tried to get her heart to stop racing from the sheer size of him.

  Alex resisted the urge to smile at the way her eyes widened when he revealed himself. He knew he was big, his size was a matter of pride to him, but he wasn’t the sort of person to boast about it, even if it did amuse him and stroke his ego when he saw how women reacted to it.

  Following her orders he lay back in the middle of the bed, resting his hands under his head, allowing her the opportunity to take a good long look at his body. He spent a fair bit of time keeping himself in shape and knew he presented a good image naked, he also knew that Leah was enjoying what she saw.

  What was she supposed to do now she wondered nervously as she crawled up on the bed with him; he was like something out of a magazine, too perfect to be true, and she didn’t know whether to touch him or just sit back and enjoy the spectacular view.

  She couldn’t bring herself to just go for it and grab his impressive length; it seemed too forward, even for her current mood, so she allowed her hands to trail over his smooth chest, enjoying the hard contours beneath her fingers.

  He gritted his teeth as she explored his nipples, teasing them with her fingers and nails; the pleasure was almost painful in its acuteness. It pleased him that she was so fascinated with his body, but her playful touch was leaving him on the edge of orgasm and he didn’t want to cum until he was inside her. When her mouth suckled his nipple he bit back a groan of sheer pleasure.

  “Am I hurting you?” Lifting her mouth she wondered if she was doing something wrong, he sounded as though he was in pain.

  “No, you’re torturing me, but you’re not hurting me,” he told her with a laugh as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her.

  “I don’t think I’m any good at this.” Her voice was defeated and she wondered if she should just give up on the whole thing.”

  “Don’t talk about yourself that way,” he said, a little more sharply than he intended, angry that she would think like that. “Maybe if you let me taste you, it will be a little less torturous.” He knew he was playing on her emotions, but he had to know what she tasted like.

  “What part would you like to taste?” She was blushing again, but given the situation she felt it would be impossible for her not to.

  “If you undressed you could show me which part of you would enjoy my tongue.” He refused to lead her any further; though he knew very well which part of her he ached to delve into.

  His words made perfect sense to her heated mind and she slid quickly off the bed so she could reach behind her and undo the zip at the back of the dress. When the zip reached the bottom she slipped the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders so the dress could slip down her body, which it did, as if displaying its own eagerness to get her naked. She wasn’t wearing a bra; it wasn’t possible beneath the dress, which left just her panties.

  She bit her lip as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and bent to slide them down her legs, baring her ass to his view. She was embarrassed about facing him, now that she was naked, and had to clench her hands into fists at her sides as she worked up the nerve to turn around.

  She was unbelievably beautiful, even viewed from the rear, he thought as he ran his eyes over her heart-shaped ass and the porcelain skin of her back. He had to see more. “Turn around,” he demanded softly, forgetting his place in the night’s events momentarily. His cock throbbed as she complied, she was stunning, he thought as his gaze moved over her full breasts, the rosy pink nipples begging for his mouth. She was clean shaven, and that along with the shiny piercing, visible in her clit, had his balls clenching in need. “Beautiful.”

  She didn’t take down her hair, even though it would have shielded her more from his sight. His words gave her the confidence she needed and she crawled back up on the bed. Without thinking she lowered her breasts until they were mere inches from his mouth, wanting him to suckle her. She didn’t care if he thought her behavior brazen; she wanted him to taste her.

  H
e wanted to touch her, but knew the moment he did she would no longer be in control. Instead he kept his hands still on the bed, which was far tougher than he would have imagined, and lifted his head so he could stick out his tongue and circle the tightening bud of her left breast. When it had hardened to a peak he took it deeply into his mouth, suckling.

  She pushed her breast against his face as he drove her crazy with his mouth. It wasn’t enough, not by a long shot, and she couldn’t help herself, “More,” she demanded, not sure what exactly she was asking of him, only that she needed more than what he was doing just then.

  He bit down lightly on the taut peak before releasing it, enjoying her soft whimper. “What would you like me to do?” he asked.

  “Touch me.” She was aching to feel his fingers where she ached the most, and had no qualms about demanding it.

  Reminding himself that he was letting her lead, he lifted a hand from the bed and moved it to her shaved mound. She was already straddling him, so his fingers had easy access to her silken folds, which he stroked lightly, teasing her. Finding the clit piercing, which he had been surprised to see, he tugged gently on it, eliciting a moan.

  “Is this what you need?” He continued to caress her folds but refused to slide so much as the tip of a finger inside her warm heat without her asking for it.

  The friction of his fingers over her heated flesh was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. “No.” She struggled for a moment or so, not sure she could ask him to do what she wanted and needed him to.

  “You have to tell me what pleases you, Leah.” This was her call, and he refused to let her forget that.

  “I want your fingers inside me.” She flushed as she said the words, and then cried out softly as he slowly inched one solitary finger inside, before pulling it out again. “Again,” she demanded when he stopped, not sure how long she could keep it up, already her body was drenched with desire; she wanted him desperately.