“I like you.” The woman laughed as she held out her hand. “I’m Steph. My husband is on the board for Mount Sinai Hospital.”
“Marissa. I’m Vince Taylor’s girlfriend.”
“Yes, I got that.” She smiled in that secretive way certain women can manage. “We were about to take bets on how badly Vince would beat Geoff up, but you defused that situation nicely. Well done.”
“Thanks.” Marissa twisted the little napkin that she’d been given with the shrimp. “Do you know Vince well?”
“We run in similar circles. He doesn’t come to New York often, but whenever he does we sometimes manage to have supper.”
Marissa let her gaze travel over to where Vince was still talking to Simon. “He’s quite the man.”
“He is. Mind you, I’ve heard more about him from his ex than I ever have from him. She loved to chat about his…abilities in the bedroom. Apparently, he can do things with his tongue that most women would kill to experience. Not that I’d need to tell you that.”
Her blush heated her face. “I’m not one to kiss and tell.”
“Another way you’re different from Thea. We never knew if half the things she said about him were true, or if she was simply bragging. She was a bitch either way.”
It wasn’t rational that she should get pissed off over what some woman Marissa had never met had done in the past. Marissa didn’t know a thing about the woman who’d apparently ruined Vince for relationships. It’s not like she was even dating Vince. Not for real.
And yet…
Steph clearly knew both Vince and Thea, and based on the look on her face, she was dying to say something. What could it hurt to give her the opportunity?
Marissa narrowed her gaze. “Thea was horrible. What she did to him…”
And there was the spark! Steph moved closer, bending her head lower. “I know. She’d pretty much told everyone she was pregnant and it was his. And the way she liked to drape herself over him, it was easy to imagine. I couldn’t believe it was a scam.”
Oh. Shit.
Steph kept going. “And then when she lost her shit on him after he called her out, I mean, they were on the frigging red carpet. Who does that?”
Marissa let the rage fill her, knowing it was the only way to chase away the shock. “He’s got a reputation, but he’s not like that at all. He’s been nothing but kind and supportive to me.”
No wonder Vince wasn’t interested in having a relationship.
If Steph cared about Marissa’s opinion, she didn’t show it. “That’s good.” She straightened up so her breasts jutted out farther than before. “Hello Vince. It’s been an age since I saw you last.”
He walked up behind Marissa, and pressed his chest to her back. “Steph. How’s Saul?”
“Good.” She motioned behind her. “Over near the hors d’oeuvres, no doubt. I’m sure he’d like to say hello.”
“Maybe another time. Sweetheart, unless you want to stay a bit longer, I’d like to head out.”
“Oh, but they’re just coming around now with some more of the shrimp.”
“Now. Please.”
There was no mistaking the tension in his voice; he was pissed. “Of course.”
With his hand on the small of her back, Vince guided her toward the door. “If I don’t leave, I’ll kill him.”
Marissa had never been much for the whole possessive caveman routine, but it was kind of funny seeing Vince like this. Shit, maybe she really had drunk too much. “Yeah, I don’t think we want you convicted. Let’s go.”
Whether it was from Vince’s behavior, the revelations Steph had exposed, or simply her alcohol-tinted state of mind, Marissa’s body because ultra-aware of him. She managed to hold off doing anything while Vince called for the limo to come around. She held back as the driver opened the door for her to climb in. Even when Vince took his seat next to her, she didn’t even look at him. It wasn’t until the driver slid into his seat and the car took off, did she turn to face him.
“I know you’re pissed. I was too. And I know we agreed to the no sex thing. But fuck that.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
She reached for his fly. “Unless you have a super problem with me giving you a blow job right now, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
She waited for a moment, looking him straight in the eyes in case he wasn’t ready for this. But when he said nothing, she grinned and lowered her head.
Chapter 13
The breath in his chest caught when Marissa slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her long fingers around his rock-hard cock. In every relationship he’d had prior to this exact moment, he’d normally been the one doing the seduction. Even Thea, while no wilting flower in bed, let him take the lead whenever it came to sex. He was the one in charge, the one directing the relationship.
But sitting in the back of the limo, he watched Marissa work his pants open, and take his cock out.
“Lift your hips up a bit. I don’t want to catch you on the zipper.” She chuckled, that deep throaty laugh of hers that did amazing things to his libido. “That would put an end to our fun really fast.”
He did as she said, his bare ass now on the cool leather of the seat. “I don’t know how long we’ll have. Traffic is heavy this time of night, but the driver might go a different route.”
She waved his concerns away. “I’m not overly concerned.”
“I don’t have a condom.” The thought of sex happening tonight hadn’t even entered his mind. He’d been focused on Simon and GreenPro and holy shit, her tongue was warm.
“Are you clean?” She flicked the tip of her tongue across the top of his cock once again. “Because I’ll kill you if you infect me with something.”
“Yes. I’m clean.”
“I mean, still would need a condom for sex because babies and shit. But if you swear you’re clean, then I’ll give you the best blow job of your life. The best orgasm.” Another flick of her tongue, followed by her nails teasing his balls.
“You’re that confident in your abilities, eh?” She pressed her tongue to the nerve bundle on his cockhead and gave him a teasing flick. “Fuck, yes, I’m clean. Was tested after I broke up with Thea.” Given how she’d lied to him, he couldn’t trust anything she’d ever said. Thankfully, the test had come back negative. “You?”
“I’m not relevant at the moment. But yes. Clean. Andrew was my only partner and yeah. I’ve been tested since then because he was a lying prick.”
“Good.” Because if there’d been a problem, he wasn’t exactly certain he would have stopped her in this moment. “Have at me.”
There was something about the look on her face, a teasing spark that told him he was going to be in for one hell of a ride. She kept her gaze on his until her mouth slowly covered the head of his shaft. She might have still been looking at him, but Vince wouldn’t have known. His eyes slammed shut when she swirled her tongue across the nerve bundle. She moaned as she lowered her mouth further down his cock, increasing the suction as she went.
Vince lifted his hand to rest it to the back of her head, but stopped somewhere in the air before landing where he wanted. That was because Marissa had stretched out on the seat, so she could lower her face to his balls. She gently sucked one into her mouth while stroking his cock with her hand.
“Fuck.” He pressed his head back hard against the seat. “You’re good.”
She hummed again, this time licking a trail up between his balls, back to the head. “I love blow jobs.”
God, she was night and day different from Thea. She’d hated going down on him, which hadn’t really bothered him at the time. Thea more than made up for it with other things. But he’d always considered blow jobs intimate in a way that others probably didn’t. A trust factor he had to always keep in mind.
Marissa lifted her head to
look at him, even as she continued stroking him. “You’re drifting.”
“Huh?”
“You’re cock goes a bit softer when your mind wanders. Which means I’m not doing a great job.” She shifted her body as she reached down with her other hand and teased the sensitive skin beneath his balls. “Is there something else you like that I’m not doing?”
“Nope, you’re good.” Probably not the best to be mentally comparing Marissa and Thea. “I’ll behave.”
“You better.” She let her finger dance across his asshole. “I’d hate to punish you.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe another time. When we’re not in a limo.”
“Interesting.” She moved her hand back up and returned to sucking his cock.
It was his turn to groan as she did a thing with her tongue, a swirl-flick that sent a bolt of pleasure straight through his body. His balls tightened, even without her nails scratching across them. God, it had been too long since he’d been with a woman, too long since he’d let his guard down enough to enjoy the intimacy that came with sex. Every time he’d even thought about it, Thea’s face would float to mind.
But not now. Not with Marissa’s wicked mouth teasing. Not with the perverse sounds of her sucking, slurping, her wet saliva trapped between his shaft and her hand. The smell of his arousal and sweat, scenting the air around them.
The limo slowed to a jerky stop, sending Marissa down his cock, nearly to the base. His eyes flew open and she groaned as she pulled back.
“You okay?” He cupped her cheek, tracing a path on her skin with his thumb.
“Fine. Was a bit unexpected.” If she had any issues with continuing, she didn’t show it.
The limo jerked forward again, but this time Marissa was ready for it, pulling back at the last moment. “This isn’t going to work.”
She shifted her body once more, this time getting to the floor between his legs. She pushed his dress pants all the way down, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down. Vince watched, taking in every move she made, the micro-expressions on her face as she slid her hand along the top of his thigh, teasing the fine hairs. He was fascinated by the flush that covered her face as she resumed her ministrations.
Shit, she really was good at this.
Vince couldn’t keep his focus on her for long, as his rising pleasure threatened to overtake him. His balls tightened as she tugged and teased them, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer to see through her promise of giving him the best orgasm of his life. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible, to memorize as much of the experience as he could. Forcing his eyes to stay open, he reached down and cupped the side of her head. His fingers brushed the soft hair at her temple.
“You’re so beautiful like this. On your knees with my cock in your mouth.” He let his fingers drift down and trace her open, cock-filled mouth. Marissa’s eyes widened, her pupils were huge, staring up at him in the dark of the limo.
She moaned, pulled up until only the tip of her tongue touched his cock. For a brief moment, he worried that he’d said the wrong thing, made her feel uncomfortable. But the sparkle was back in her gaze, and she lowered her head and closed her eyes.
If he thought she was good before, he’d been a fool. She’d been toying with him.
Now she was serious.
Suction the like of which he’d never felt before surrounded him. Marissa reached between his legs and teased his asshole and surrounding skin with her nails. Vince sucked in air, greedy for any oxygen he could manage as she devoured him. God, he wasn’t going to last. Not when she could swallow him down like that.
His hands gripped the edge of the seat as he fought to keep his hips still. Giving up on that, he fucked up into her mouth, no longer able to hold back. “Gonna fucking come.”
The words barely left him when the first spurts of his hot cum shot from him. Marissa groaned, swallowed it down, sucking every last ounce from him. He tried his best to bite back his cries, failing to contain them all. His body shook as his orgasm raced through him, firing off nerves in a cascade of pleasure. He gasped for air, even as sweat beaded across his skin, dampening his shirt.
With a wet pop, Marissa pulled off him, reclaimed her wine glass and drank it down.
Vince’s heart pounded hard enough, he had no doubt she was clearly able to hear it. “Your turn.”
He gave her to the mental count of three to let his words skin in, before he yanked up his pants. She blinked at him, her lips shining from the wine and his cum. “What?”
He pulled her up onto the seat beside him, and switched positions so he was now on the floor between her legs. He said nothing, instead watched the ripple of emotions cross her face as he reached beneath her dress and pulled her panties down. The black, lacy thong was tiny enough he wasn’t sure it actually covered much of anything. As he slipped it free from her feet, he shoved it into his jacket pocket. “My prize.”
“I want those back. It matches my bra.” She was breathing heavy now, her eyes locked onto his. “I’m not even kidding.”
“I’ll buy you another set.” There was no way she was ever getting those back. “I’m not even kidding.”
Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her forward so her ass hung over the edge of the seat. Her pussy was exposed now, the pink of her lips, the dampness that clung to her pubic hair threatened to send another wave of pleasure through him. “I’m going to eat you. I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming. I want you to come so hard you’re pulling my hair out.”
“Fuck.” She pressed her head back against the seat. “Fuck.”
“Not yet. But I’m going to make you come.” Using one hand to spread her labia, he lowered his nose to her mound and breathed in the scent of her. “Amazing.”
Marissa tried to squirm away from him, but he held her still with a hand pressed to her stomach. “Easy there.”
“You talk too much.” Her hand fell to his head and she nudged him lower.
“That’s a new one.” But he took her hint and without any further preamble, sucked her clit into his mouth.
Marissa’s moans filled the limo as she bucked her hips up. Yes, this was what he wanted. To feel this primal ownership, this driving need to want to make a woman squirm beneath his touch. His cock twitched back to life as he licked circles around her clit, flicking it with his tongue much the same way she’d done to him moments earlier.
The taste of her was rich, her juices flowing enough to already cover his chin. God, she was so horny, ready, he could only imagine what it would feel like to thrust his cock into her body. While there was no way they could do that now, he still needed to know. He thrust his finger into her pussy, turning it to press against the top of her slick passage and her G-spot.
Marissa sucked in a breath. “God.”
Her juices trickled down his finger as he pumped into her, matching the beat of his tongue. Her pubic hair tickled his nose as he pressed his face firmly against her. It wasn’t an annoyance, more a reminder of how different Marissa was from Thea, who’d hated her body hair and removed as much of it as she could.
Vince couldn’t care either way.
Marissa’s thighs shook around his face, the flutter of muscles beneath her skin as he lapped at her. Her hand came to rest on the top of his head, her fingers twitching whenever he’d hit a spot she clearly liked. The faster he licked, the harder her hips bucked, the firmer he fucked her with his finger. After a moment, he added a second one, stretching her pussy.
He wanted to fuck her. Wanted to own her in a way he’d never felt with any other woman. It was wrong. Primal. So screwed up he couldn’t imagine saying the words out loud for fear of sending her running away. But it didn’t change this desire to want to take her back to the penthouse, throw her into the bed and not let her up until they couldn’t move.
Groaning, he needed her to c
ome. Needed to taste her, hear and feel her climax on his mouth. He reached up and found her taut nipple through her dress and squeezed. Marissa gasped, and pressed his head down hard against her pussy.
Yes, that’s what he wanted. He sucked her hard as he continued to tease her nipple, until her entire body shook. He listened for the sharp intake of air, felt her body still briefly, before she bucked her hips up hard against his face.
“Fuck!” She screamed with her mouth closed as she came.
Vince didn’t stop, continued to lap at her as his mouth filled, and his nose became plugged with her cum. He didn’t stop until he began to see spots from lack of oxygen and forced himself to suck in a breath of his own. Only once her hips collapsed back onto the seat, did he slow the flicks of his tongue and finally pull away.
Marissa was panting, her face flushed and the loose tendrils of her hair now stuck to her damp skin. Her half-naked body was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his life. She was beautiful.
Mine.
Oh, that was a dangerous thought. Marissa wasn’t his. She was here to do a job, one that he’d set the rules for. She was here to earn a wage, to pay off her debts, and then move on with her life. She wasn’t a prostitute, wasn’t his girlfriend. Hell, he wasn’t even certain if she liked him beyond what he could do for her.
No, that wasn’t true. There wasn’t any guile to her. Marissa was open and honest, and did everything in that manner.
Mine.
Shit, he wasn’t going to do that. Not to either of them.
When she finally opened her eyes, he made sure to give her his best grin. “How’d I do?”
Her giggle filled the limo. “You’re okay. Can I get my panties back now?”
He climbed back into the seat beside her. “Nope.”
“Dude, I really do need them.”
He probably shouldn’t be that guy, should listen to her request and return what was rightfully hers. He probably should. Instead he picked up his wine glass. “Maybe later.”
It wasn’t as though she didn’t know where he’d stashed them. Hell, he wouldn’t have stopped her if she’d tried to take them back.
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