by C Standing
I take her chin between my thumb and finger. “Spend the day with me, baby.” I trail said thumb along her lip. “I can take you sightseeing, or we can stay here and shut out the world. I don’t care what we do, River. I just want to be with you.” I bring her in for a loving kiss and rest my forehead against hers. “Just give me a chance.”
After a painfully long pause, a gorgeous smile curves her lips. “Okay.”
Pure fucking elation floods my chest. “Yeah?”
Her smile widens until it almost touches her ears. “Well, you did find my luggage for me and I never really got to thank you.” Why you… naughty minx. “Don’t make me regret this, City Boy.”
Chuckling, I lift her into my arms. “Not a fucking chance.”
With her arm looped through mine, we meander through the jam-packed Christmas Market on the plaza by Rockefeller, the snow falling in a flurry around us as we weave our way through the crowds of hyped-up kids and frustrated parents. A medley of Christmas songs play from different vendors as we walk past.
“Oh my God,” River moans as she sinks her teeth into one of the chocolate peppermint truffles we’d bought from a few stands ago. “You have to try one of these before I eat them all.” She holds one up, and I open my mouth.
“Delicious,” I husk, eyes locking with hers.
Honestly? I couldn’t give a fuck about some over-priced chocolate from an uptight vendor who thinks their shit doesn’t stink, but the look on River’s face when she saw them had me buying an entire box.
Biting her lip, she hesitates for a second, before grabbing me by the back of my neck and pulling me in for a searing kiss. “Mmm, you’re right...” My little minx licks her lips. “Delicious.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My dick jumps as I grip her waist in the middle of a heaving plaza, pulling her in for more.
One kiss isn’t enough, I have to own her mouth and body each and every time. And now isn’t any different.
Moaning into my mouth, she arches her back against me and threads her fingers through my hair.
Dammit.
I need to get her alone and fast.
As I promised, I’d taken her out to enjoy the sights, and we’ve spent the entire time kissing or touching each other in some form.
It’s like a sweet form of torture, and I’m two seconds away from pinning her up against the wall and burying my face into something even sweeter.
River wanted to explore New York at Christmas, so that’s what we’ve been doing. We took a casual stroll along 59th Street to check out the world-renowned Bloomingdale’s Christmas displays. We drank frozen hot chocolate from Serendipity 3. I took her up to the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building and watched awestruck as she took her time looking over the city, taking in every little detail. And we ate the greasiest sandwich known to man at Katz’s Delicatessen, but fuck if it wasn’t delicious.
Smirking, River pulls back and licks her fingers. “You want some spiced wine?” She pulls me toward the next stand, and like a whipped asshole, I fucking follow. Dick first.
Only if I can drink it off your naked body.
But seeing as I can’t have that yet...
“Sure,” I croak and quickly clear my throat before pulling out my wallet.
She stops me. “Nope. You paid for everything we’ve done today. I’m paying for this.” Before I can protest, she’s handing the guy a ten.
I scowl as the asshole takes the money, his beady eyes lingering on her for a second longer than deemed professional.
A wild possessiveness slams into me.
Growling, I wrap my arm around River's waist and pull her into me. Skimming my nose along her neck, I press a kiss to the sweet spot behind her ear. “Let’s go, baby.”
She may not be mine yet, but like fuck am I going to let that lanky motherfucker move in on my territory.
As she hands me my drink, her beautiful eyes widen. “What was that about?”
I shrug, not sorry at all. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
River places a hand on her hip. “Getting jealous, are we, City Boy?”
“Too fucking right.”
Grinning like a loon at the slight show of my possessive streak, she kisses me again. “He was just doing his job.”
Tilting her chin up with my finger, I whisper, “Yeah, well, his job doesn’t include eye-fucking my girl.” Pulling the hood up on her jacket, I kiss her nose.
She inhales a sharp breath. “You’re very intense, aren’t you?”
“Only when I want something.” I graze my fingers along the swell of her cheek. “Now, where to next, beautiful?”
Stepping closer, River presses her flawless body to mine. “Take me back to your hotel.”
Fuck, yes.
“This place is stunning,” River marvels as we sit in one of the private Igloos on Rockefeller Plaza, overlooking the enormous 77-foot tree, ice rink, and watching the snow fall around us. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
She’s right. This place is stunning tonight, but it has fuck all to do with the scenery, and everything to do with the beautiful woman sipping her champagne opposite me.
River’s absolute perfection in her plum-colored cropped sweater, short black pleated skirt, and beige heels.
The second she descended my staircase, wearing an outfit that only showcased her curvaceous beauty, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. And when she gave me those silver eyes, I couldn’t fucking breathe.
Everything about her drew me in.
It was as if I’d been struck by lightning.
Every part of me instantly roared to life, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening worshipping and savoring every stunning inch of her.
It’s cliché as hell, but this girl is my every fucking fantasy come to life.
As we wait for our food, I reach across the table and take her hand, smiling as she threads our fingers together. I don’t give a shit if holding her hand in public seems a little forward. After tasting every inch of her beautiful body, I’m pretty sure we’re way past the point of boundaries. Touching her like this is child’s play compared to what we were doing earlier.
When we’d arrived back from our day out, we’d taken a quick pit stop to her suite, grabbed a few things she’d need for the night, then I’d taken her up to my penthouse, loving the fact that I could kiss and touch her as freely as I wanted, and like hell was I going to pass up that diamond opportunity.
With her legs wrapped around my waist, I'd held her body against mine as I’d claimed her sweet mouth.
Once inside my apartment, I’d taken my time stripping her naked, before carrying her up to my walk-in shower and eating that delectable pussy until she came all over my face.
One of the things I love about this girl is that she’s just as insatiable for me as I am for her. I’d die a happy man if I could spend the rest of my life eating nothing but her cunt. The fact she loves all aspects of oral as much as I do, is a huge fucking bonus.
Her body isn’t just a work of art, it’s a fucking masterpiece.
You couldn’t pay me to walk away.
My brain takes one look at her and short-circuits. All I can think about is this gorgeous woman and how long I have to wait until I have her screaming my name.
Again.
A rosy blush colors her cheeks. “Would you stop looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
She leans in close, giving me the perfect view down her low cut sweater. “Like you’d rather have me for dinner.”
“Can you blame me?” I brush my thumb sensually over her pulse point. “I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m abnormally attracted to you.”
Hell, everything about her ticks my boxes.
“Abnormally?” River arches a perfectly shaped brow.
I nod. “I know this chemistry between us isn’t an everyday thing, River. It’s extremely fucking rare. The way I feel about you… Christ, I can’t get
enough. I can’t even go a day without hearing your voice. I wake up in the mornings craving you. I go to sleep thinking about how it would feel to have you in my arms. Instead of working and running my company, I’m spending hours upon hours coming up with ways to see you again.”
“Rick…” she breathes.
“Whatever’s happening between us isn’t normal, baby. But I don’t want normal. Normal is for people who're content to stay in their perfect and safe little boxes. But you and me? We’re made for more. That’s why I meant it when I said you set the pace here. I can go as fast or slow as you want, as long as you’re there with me.”
Eyes sparkling with emotion, River pulls me in for a kiss. “I don’t know where you came from or how this is going to work between us, but if you’re willing to make this happen, then so am I.”
Fuck.
Gripping the sides of her face, I crash my lips to hers. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
Running her hand through my stubble, she smiles and nips at my lip. “The feeling is entirely mutual, City Boy.”
We’re both huddled close and smiling like a couple of nuts, when the waitress brings over our drinks.
“Thank you for today.” River clinks her glass of Prosecco to my beer. “For the last few days, actually.”
“Don’t have to thank me, baby. I knew the minute I locked eyes on you that I’d be making you mine.”
Her mouth pulls up in a teasing smile. “Oh, you did? Was I that much of a sure thing?”
“Not at all, I just knew no-one else would ever hold a candle to you, so I made it my mission to break down that wall around your heart, and peel back all your layers.”
Giggling, River takes a sip of her drink. “You make me sound like an onion.” She cradles her wine glass. “But seriously, thank you for putting up with my bullshit and sassy remarks. I don’t know if we’d be here if you didn’t.”
“We would’ve happened, baby. No doubt about that. There’s no way I’d let you slip through my fingers.”
“Ever the charmer.” She rolls her eyes, playfully. Casting her gaze out over the festivity around us, she exhales a wistful sigh. “I can’t believe I’m finally here. I’ve always wanted to see New York at Christmas, and now I’m doing it.” Her eyes drift over to the ice skaters and at the hundreds of people shopping. “It’s all so beautiful.”
Swallowing hard, I trail my fingertips along the inside of her arm. “My view is fucking phenomenal.”
Her lashes fall to her cheeks. “You’re really trying to make me blush tonight, aren’t you?”
“As beautiful as it is, making you blush is the last thing on my mind,” I rasp, my groin twitches in my pants when a pornographic slideshow plays through my mind of how I can make her cum tonight, and how often.
I may have already had her twice today, but it’s not enough. I’m fucking addicted to her and the way she tastes, the way she moans my name, and the way she takes everything I give her like a champ. I’ll never get enough of her.
“Who knew you’d be such a horndog?” she jests.
“Can I help it if I’m in a constant state of arousal around you?” I take her hand, discreetly lower it under the table, and place her warm palm on my throbbing bulge. “You drive me crazy, baby. I’ll never stop wanting you.”
Her silver eyes darken and twinkle with mischief.
Rubbing me through my slacks, she nestles her face in my neck. “Let me take care of you.” Glancing around us to make sure no-one’s watching, my sexy little minx carefully unbuckles my belt and lowers the zip. “I want to taste you, but I think we’ll get caught.”
Her sultry whisper has my slacks tightening uncomfortably.
I groan as her dainty little fingers pull at the hem of my briefs and she grasps my aching length.
Fuck, I need some kind of relief and the thought of blowing in her mouth becomes too much. I need it now. Kissing her lips, I tangle my fingers into her hair.
I couldn’t give a fuck about these nosy assholes, if they want to watch my girl go to town on my dick, I’ll make sure we give them an unforgettable show.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
Desire clouds my vision as she flashes me a sinful little smirk, then subtly slinks that sexy body under the table.
Such a naughty girl.
Thankfully, the waiting staff had the foresight to cover the table with a cloth, so River’s completely hidden from view.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise softly, running my fingers through her hair. Peering up at me through her lashes, she takes my cock in her hand and works her fist over all nine inches. “Such a fat cock,” she purrs, brushing her lips over the underside of the tip.
Batting her lashes innocently, River snakes her tongue out and licks up the length of me, starting at my balls. “Does Daddy want to fuck my mouth?” Her little schoolgirl voice makes my head spin.
Dick out and ready for action, I’m sitting here, fucking blown away.
How the hell does she know what I need? I didn’t even have to tell her to call me daddy, she did it off her own back.
Which only proves this woman is fucking perfect for me.
When I’ve tried it with other women the past, I’ve always been labelled a freak or a weirdo.
But River? She gets me.
Guiding the head of my shaft along her mouth, she moans and licks the pre-cum off her lips. “You taste so good, Daddy.”
All my blood rushes south as she plays, teasing me with that dexterous hand.
“You want Daddy's cock, sweetheart?” I growl as she takes me between her lips. “Open that fifty little mouth.” My hips jerk as her tongue swirls around the tip. “Fuck yeah. Such a dirty bitch for Daddy’s cock, huh?”
Uncaring of our surroundings, I gather her hair into one hand, and piston my hips up into her mouth, forcing her over my cock.
“Motherfucker,” I hiss as she swallows me deeper. “Deep throat that cock, baby.” Her free hand moves to my balls, fondling and massaging the sac. “Yeah, that’s my girl. Take that big dick, sweetheart.” Tears fill her eyes as her gag reflex kicks in, but she doesn’t give up. “Choke yourself on my dick, River. I want to be so far down your throat, that you can’t breathe.”
The squelching and slurping noises she makes as she bobs over me, has my dick growing even harder. “Show me those tits,” I order, and like my good little girl, she obeys.
Pushing down her sweater, her full and perky tits spill out, swaying with her momentum.
Goddamn.
Biting down hard on my lip, I suppress the need to moan.
I suck in a harsh breath when she licks up the vein along my shaft. “Pinch those nipples for Daddy, sweetheart. Get them nice and hard for my mouth.”
Whimpering, she flicks her tongue over the hole and tweaks and squeezes her buds until they’re hardened peaks.
God, she’s killing me.
I want to slide my dick between those big tits and fuck them until my cum shoots all over her face.
Releasing me with a gasp, she strokes me hard and fast; her saliva making me glisten. “Blow in my mouth, Daddy,” my eager little vixen orders. “Fill me so full of your cum, I’m drowning in it.”
Lord have mercy.
A surge of blistering heat burns a path up my spine as my balls draw up, my release nearing.
“I’m close, baby,” I groan, hitting the back of her throat with each relentless thrust. “Ahhhhh, Christ.” The pleasure is overwhelming. Pulling out of her, I pump with quick, frenzied strokes. “Open, River. Stick your tongue out.”
“Fuuuuck,” I moan loudly as I spill all over her, filling her mouth with my release.
Swallowing every drop, she glances up at me, grinning, and licks her lips.
Squeezing the residue out of my crown, I watch as it drips onto the tip of her tongue.
So fucking sexy.
Depleted, I sag back against the seat as she tucks herself back into her sweater and climbs out from under the table.
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br /> “You… are fucking perfect,” I pant, feeling like the luckiest bastard alive as she takes her seat next to me.
Smiling victoriously, she lays her forearms on the table. “Feel better?”
More like utterly annihilated.
I nod, unable to speak.
“Good.” She runs her hands along my thigh. “I hope you recoup fast, because I’m riding that monster tonight.”
Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
“Here you go. One medium-rare steak and one tagliatelle.” The waitress sets the plates down in front of us a little while later. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you. Enjoy!”
“Thank you.” River gives her a kind smile and picks up her fork. “So,” she glances up at me while digging into her food, “is this a typical Rick Blackley date? The romantic dinner and the head under the table?”
Despite the fact she’s just sucked me within an inch of my life, hearing her say that revs me up all over again.
I swear, this obsession with her is endless.
She has no goddamn idea how much restraint I’m using not to give the entire plaza a view that would more than likely get us arrested.
I don’t date,” I answer honestly. “But if I did, it definitely wouldn’t consist of that.”
Her eyes narrow skeptically. “You don’t date?”
Leaning back in my chair, I take a pull of my beer. “I have, once or twice, but more often than not they don’t tend to end well.”
“How come?” she questions, seeming genuinely intrigued. “I mean, look at you, you’re gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want to date you?”
“Rewind time a couple of days, and I think you’ll find I’m looking at her.” I chuckle.
“Did you ever ask yourself why I kept pushing you away?” River twirls the pasta around her fork. “There’s a very thin line between hate and lust, City Boy. And you were walking on it like a tight rope.”
“I don’t do things the easy way, sweetheart. I put the time and effort into the things that seem worth it to me, because the stuff that just falls into your lap tends to be a waste of time. I need to feel like I’ve earned it.”
