by C. J. Thomas
Reaching behind me, I cupped his balls through his pants. Forcing myself further down his thigh, I flung my hair over my shoulders and worked to unzip him. I dove my hand under his elastic band and wrapped my fingers around his dick for the first time.
Nolan sucked back a wheezy breath, watching my every move.
Our eyes were locked but all I could feel was how his satin flesh pulsed against my fingertips. He was a large man, and well proportioned. His girth was thick and it matched his extraordinary length. My pussy throbbed in response to what I was discovering and I questioned if I would even be able to handle a man of his size.
Taking my hand away, I licked my palm before returning it back to his shaft. Pumping him with my wrist, I watched his muscles flex in response. Soon, his brows drew together and I jerked him harder.
This time it was my turn to return the favor. Show him that I could take charge and that I didn’t always need to be looked out for or told what to do. It was time to take what I wanted without fear of repercussion. It was only one night. One night to let loose and not think about how my decisions would affect my future. Because it didn’t matter. Not when what I was doing now felt so good.
Moving down on the bed, I pulled his pants off his powerful legs before doing the same to his boxer briefs. Then I crawled up his naked body, running my fingers over his muscles before taking his cock in my hand and opening my mouth.
Sticking out my tongue, I licked him from root to tip, getting lost in the taste of him.
His head fell back onto the pillow as he closed his eyes and moaned.
Unhinging my jaw, I put as much of him into my mouth as was possible. Gliding my teeth over his sensitive skin, my eyes fluttered as my mouth strained to keep going. Gagging, I pulled back breathless before continuing to circle my tongue over his swollen purple crown.
Nolan laid back with one arm tucked behind his head as I took pleasure in loving on him. When I did something he liked, he would give me soft appreciative signs of approval to encourage me to do it again and keeping going.
I was fully in control and settled into my pace as I grew to love all the different sounds I elicited in him. From the tiny grunts that escaped his lips to the tightening of his fingers knotting in my hair as they guided me over his shaft. I loved it all, including the way he didn’t push me to go any further than I wasn’t comfortable going. Always allowing me to go at the pace I wanted.
And just when I had him about to come, he pulled me up for air and tugged me up his massive frame, guiding me all the way to his lips.
Still tasting him on me, I parted my lips as we breathed in unison for a minute before he finally slid his tongue into my mouth. Gently, he pressed his tongue against mine, reigniting the fire burning between us.
Grinding my swollen clit over his hardness, Nolan deepened our kiss and pushed my underwear to the side with his dominant hand. His finger spread my folds as he murmured, “You’re amazing.”
I lifted my head and when I looked into his eyes, there was no doubt in my mind that he meant it.
Reaching to the nightstand, I opened the drawer and grabbed the condom I had placed there before Nolan picked me up. Handing it to him, I wiggled out of my underwear as I heard Nolan ripping the foiled wrapper open. A second later his mouth was on mine, tenderly kissing me as I flung my leg over his waist once again.
Placing his tip at my entrance, Nolan was gentle when entering me. Holding eye contact, he stretched my walls with his thick girth, letting gravity pull me further down his shaft. And once he was fully inside me, I stabilized my arms on his abdomen and began rocking my hips.
For the next several hours, Nolan moved in and out of a dozen different positions while keeping the pace both fast and slow. He was a skilled, unselfish lover, and never let up until it was clear we had both exhausted ourselves with too many orgasms to count. And only then did we finally succumb to the irresistible pull of sleep.
18
Nolan
I didn’t intend to stay the night, let alone sleep with her.
But as I lay on my side with my arm tucked under my head, I couldn’t stop staring at Sophia. I loved watching her sleep. As much as watching anything else she did. There was a certain mystery to her that kept me intrigued. I wanted to know more. Where she came from, what she did, what her friends were like. I wanted to know it all, especially after learning what an animal she could be in bed.
I sucked back a deep, satisfying breath and felt my balls tighten.
Last night was pure magic. The way she took charge. How she kissed me as if we had known each other our entire lives. Even the way she wasn’t afraid to give and take sexual favors had my head spinning. And she didn’t just lay there and take it, either. No, she moved with the motion, matching my thrusts with her own enthusiastic grind. Sophia was dynamic and it only made me want her even more.
She stirred and I waited for her eyes to open. But when they remained closed, I drifted my lazy gaze over her porcelain skin neatly tucked beneath the white sheets thinking again about last night.
God, I hadn’t ever had sex as great as last night. She made me want to keep going. Made me never want to stop. Only the pull of sleep could end the magic, but even then I’d wanted to keep going for fear of never experiencing any more of what this amazing woman had to offer. Something about the feel of last night’s party had me convinced I had one shot, and one shot only, and that today would bring something different.
Rolling onto my back, I stretched my legs straight and rested my hand on my abdomen moving up and down between breaths. The birds were singing outside the window and I knew that I had to find a way to see her again after I left.
Bringing my wrist in front of my face, I read my watch and checked the time.
Rubbing my face inside my hands, I knew that I had to get my day started. I was curious to know how the remainder of last night had turned out. And I was sure Christine was still sleeping, but maybe she had left a message for me.
Blowing out a heavy sigh, I wanted it to be a success.
Despite the drama swirling around my choice to bring Sophia and not Audrey, I needed it to be a success. And not only for the Rothschilds who’d sponsored the event, but for the cause as well. Many people were counting on me—my Dad included—and it was important I didn’t let this become a distraction from what it was we were all trying to achieve.
I glanced one last time toward Sophia.
She looked content as she rested peacefully. Not wanting to wake her, I turned to the bed’s edge and lifted the covers off me. Dropping my feet to the floor, my body pulled itself up.
“Leaving so soon?”
I turned to find Sophia’s tired eyes sparkling up at me. “There are things I have to do.”
“So you were leaving?” She yawned.
“Was going to shower.” I tossed my thumb back toward the bathroom.
“Without first kissing me goodbye?” Her pouty lips frowned.
Crawling back onto the bed, I made my way back to her. Taking her frame inside my hands, I lowered my chest over hers. She held my gaze as I thought how normally a situation like this should make me feel weird. But today it didn’t. And just like everything else about her, even this strange morning after sex felt natural.
Balling her hands inside my own, I peppered kisses across each of her knuckles, saying, “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Do you have to go?” Her eyes rounded. “Can’t you stay just a little longer?”
Of course I wanted to. But I also didn’t want her to think that I didn’t have anything better to do. “I have work to do.”
She reached up and touched my face. “On a Sunday?”
I dropped my head and chuckled. I knew how it seemed, like I was using work as an excuse to leave. But it wasn’t like that. “I need to make sure last night was a success.”
“I saw the check you wrote.” She fixed her gaze on me as I didn’t intend for her to see that. “That alone would be a success where
I come from.”
It was true. I wasn’t oblivious to the luck my family had when it came to finding success in business. We were fortunate and our bank accounts proved it. But I also wasn’t the type of man to impress women with the large numbers that filled the account, either.
When I didn’t answer, Sophia continued, “Besides hosting charity balls, what kind of work do you do?”
Tracing a pattern of loops over her arms with my finger, I murmured, “I don’t want to talk about what I do.”
When our eyes met, she flinched as if I’d offended her. “Whatever you do, it must be important because I have never stepped foot inside a mansion like we were in last night.”
Wetting my lips, I gently pulled on her fingertips. “But you’ve been in a mansion before,” I teased.
She pulled her hand away and swatted it at me. “You know what I mean.”
And when her giggles subsided, I murmured, “That was my parents’ place.” I flicked my eyes up to hers. “Not mine.”
There was a moment of silence between us before she said, “So you’re a trust fund kid?”
I laughed, knowing she wasn’t the first to make that assumption about me. “Not quite.”
She combed her fingers through my hair, igniting my core once again. But her words got me thinking back to what Dad had said. I hated to think about it, especially now when I was with her in bed, but it was important that I proved myself and showed Dad he could trust me with running the family organization.
“Let’s talk about what we’re going to do tonight,” I said, changing the subject.
“Tonight?” The white around her eyes popped.
“Yes, tonight.” I flashed her my best smile. “Do you have plans?”
“Are you asking me out on a second date?”
“So you’re finally able to admit last night was in fact a date?”
She nibbled on the edge of her lip looking coy. “Now you’re just playing with me.”
I smoothed my hand up her thigh and crawled myself up her body. She made it impossible not to tease her. She was entirely too easy to be with. And as I felt her firm tits press into my chest, my cock stiffened into a steeled rod. Leaning close to her mouth, she kissed me and I said, “Only if you let me.”
“Who are you, Nolan Foster?”
“The man who finds you irresistibly attractive,” I said as my lips brushed over her ear.
I reached under the sheets and pushed the tips of my fingers through her curls. And when I felt her moist mound, I sliced a finger through her folds. Her eyes fluttered closed as I slowly fucked her with my finger.
Her breathing labored as she latched her hand tightly around my neck. Breathing hard against my lips, I circled her clit between deep penetrations of my finger. And soon I had her entire core flexing just before she shuddered through a small, yet sexy, orgasm in my arms.
When I finally brought my hand up from between her thighs, she looked me in the eye and said, “You’re trouble. You know that, right?”
Laughing, I pressed my lips against hers. “I do. But you haven’t seen anything yet.”
I flung my legs over the side and rolled out of bed with a raging hard-on bouncing through the air. Sophia watched me march my naked ass to the shower, but before I escaped into the bathroom I turned around and said, “Join me if you’d like.”
She raised her brows.
Then I slapped my ass, making her giggle.
I was light on my feet and felt like the drama from last night wasn’t as big a deal as I had made it out to be. Turning the shower on, I stroked my shaft with hopes that Sophia would soon follow. Once the water was steaming hot, I entered.
Sticking my face beneath the stream of water, I thought how I had weathered more treacherous storms than the one I’d faced last night. People were going to have to get used to not seeing me with Audrey—including my family. We were finished, and it was never going to happen again. My only hope was that we could still be civil with each other, but that was completely up to her.
Hearing the shower door open behind me, I turned to find Sophia joining me.
My cock twitched as I raked over her luscious curves. The way her hips flared and her ass rounded was enough to drive a man insane. The agony of drinking up her beauty was almost too much to bear. And I was getting dizzy just thinking about having a repeat of last night.
Extending my hand, she took it and I pulled her against my chest. “Sweet baby Jesus.” My hands ironed down her sides. “You are a sight to see.”
She tipped her head back as the shower rained down over our bodies. She gripped my waist before pushing the flats of her palms up my chest. And before I knew it, she had her fingers closed over my shaft, stroking me until I groaned.
Bending my knees, I reached around her back and picked her up.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, clutching her arms around my neck as she kissed me. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths as I placed my crown at her entrance. Pushing myself inside her, I started to fuck her in nice, slow strokes.
Her pouty lips brushed against mine as I darted my tongue in and out of her mouth. Her pussy was tight and felt addictively good. It didn’t take long before I was grunting in unison with her whiny whimpers. And when the base of my spine spun hot, I pounded into her harder. I continued my onslaught until she convulsed and cried out through her release. And just when I was about to explode myself, I pulled out of her and shot my hot seed against the shower wall.
She took my face between her hands and couldn’t stop pressing her lips against mine. I held her for what felt like forever. Working to catch my breath, I kept my strength rooted into the floor so we wouldn’t fall.
Then, suddenly, she dropped her legs to the floor, taking the bar of soap into her hand. Twisting me around, she began to wash my body. I closed my eyes and let my chin fall to my chest.
Having her take her time in washing my body was the most intimate thing I had ever experienced. Her hands were soft, yet strong. The gesture was sweet and erotic in the most romantic sense. And though I wanted to return the favor, I really had to be going.
Turning on a heel, I faced her. “So, you’re on for tonight?”
“You never did say what it was we would be doing.” She set the bar of soap back into its spot as her eyes saddened, knowing that I was preparing to leave.
“Give me your answer and I’ll know what to do.”
She turned her head and clucked her tongue.
I smiled, wrapping her up in my arms. “Keep your phone on. I’ll let you know later.”
She kissed me before I stepped out of the shower.
Toweling off, I was still feeling high from the shower sex. And without thinking about what I was doing, I gathered my clothes and dressed in a matter of minutes before heading for the front door with a stupid grin across my face.
I didn’t know what it was about her that made me risk everything I had worked so hard to achieve, but Sophia made me believe life didn’t have to be taken as seriously as I sometimes made it out to be.
Reaching for the doorknob, I paused and turned back to the bedroom where I heard the shower still running. Smiling, I shook my head and opened the door, thinking that even if nothing about this weekend went my way again, at least I had tonight to look forward to.
Then, when I turned forward, I was met by a familiar face.
My face dropped and every muscle in my body tightened.
There, standing on the other side of the door, was the last person in the world I expected to see. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Audrey raised a sharp brow. “Travis told me I might find you here.”
My brows drew together and my lips pinched.
“I didn’t want to believe him. But apparently he wasn’t lying.” She folded her arms over her chest and looked at me with disgust. “Really, Nolan? Sleeping with your family’s guest?”
I tilted my head to the side and sighed.
“Once a man-who
re, always a man-whore. You Foster boys are all the same.”
19
Sophia
Nolan made it easy to follow him.
And not just because he was incredibly handsome or because of how good he looked when he was naked. That was a no brainer. He was all of that, and so much more.
No, it was easy to follow him because he was a natural leader.
I had noticed it when we first met and he confirmed my suspicions at the gala. He was a man who was respected, who people wanted to be around—someone others invited into their social circles without thought. And Nolan recognized that, taking the time to call people by their first name, making them feel like they were the only one in the room when talking with him. He carried that natural ability with him wherever he went, no matter what it was he was doing, always commanding attention along the way like the captain of a ship sailing through a narrow canal.
I couldn’t stop smiling as I washed my face beneath the steady stream of water showering down upon me. My cheeks were tired from all the smiling I had been doing. And damn if it didn’t feel great.
Nolan kept things fun, romantic. He was clever enough to never reveal the cards he held, always keeping what came next a secret. And it was that suspense swirling around him that had me constantly burning with eager desire.
I reached for the shower knob and turned the water to cold before my thoughts melted me from the inside out.
Despite being sore and exhausted from last night’s incredible sexathon, there wasn’t a bone in my body protesting when I followed him into the shower this morning. With the way he entered—his arousal in plain sight—I knew that I was entering the lion’s den.
Until this weekend, I had forgotten what it felt like to be with a man. And not just the sex. But the friendship, too. He reminded me what mattered in his own subtle way, and I also liked the idea of having someone to love on.
But I couldn’t follow him out of the shower.
