by Kat Mizera
My mouth covered hers more fully, taking control and letting my tongue move inside, seeking out hers. Our tongues danced and parried, going between hardcore exploration and gentle discovery. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest and her arms closed around my neck. I pushed her against the wall again, lifting her by her bottom, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My hand grazed her mound and the heat between her legs nearly singed my skin as her short skirt drifted up around her thighs. This was going way too fast, and even as my cock screamed for release, my training kicked in and I slowly pulled away.
“Not out here,” I whispered. “It’s not safe.”
“Let’s go in,” she said, sliding her legs down.
I took her hand and led her into the bungalow. It was dark but the windows were open and enough moonlight streamed in to make the setting more romantic than spooky.
“You sure about this, Princess?” I cupped her cheek, suddenly a little nervous. Not about sex—I loved sex and didn’t have any doubt it would be good between us—but this kind of intimacy with someone that held my professional fate in her hands was daunting. Even for me.
She nodded even as she met my eyes. “You?”
I pulled her up against me. “Seems to me this has been a long time coming and maybe we need to get it out of our systems before we kill each other.”
She chuckled, running her hands along my chest. “Take your shirt off, Pretty Boy.”
“Whatever you say, Princess.” I pulled my shirt over my head and watched her eyes as she took in my bare torso. She’d seen it at the beach and such, but I usually wore a swim shirt, so I wasn’t sure how much attention she’d paid to me then. She was definitely paying attention now, though. Her eyes settled on my abs and I had to admit, this was the first time in my life I got turned on looking at a woman who was obviously turned on by looking at me.
My modeling career hadn’t been extensive, something I’d done part-time for fun and extra cash, but I knew women—and some men—liked the way I looked. My face was handsome enough, but I worked hard on my physique because my job required it, and the results came naturally. However, it had never been an aphrodisiac before. The look in Elen’s eyes as she traced one side of the V made by my oblique muscles sent my cock’s awareness into overdrive.
“Like what you see, Princess?” I needed to make a joke or we were going to be naked in the next five seconds.
“I love what I see,” she said, her voice a little husky.
“Glad to hear it.” I reached for the hem of her top and tugged at it lightly. “My turn?”
“Sure.” She pulled it off and I hadn’t realized she’d been braless today. She had a spectacular chest too, full and round with light-colored nipples. I couldn’t tell the color here in the semidarkness, but I reached out to rub my thumb over one sweet tip, watching as her areola pebbled instantly.
“You like that?” I asked softly.
“Mmhmm.” Her breath caught a little as her eyes drifted down to what my fingers were doing.
“I’m going to have to run to my bungalow for a minute,” I said after a few seconds. “Because once we get started, we’re not going to stop, and I don’t carry condoms in my wallet.”
She chuckled. “Not a teenager anymore?”
“Nope.” I leaned down and kissed her. “Don’t go anywhere.”
14
Elen
Oh fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck. What the hell was I doing standing here topless and waiting for my bodyguard to run to his room to get condoms? This was crazy. Right? Maybe not. If he was right about just getting it out of our systems, maybe then we wouldn’t be so combative all the time.
I shimmied out of my miniskirt and took a minute to fluff my hair. I wasn’t the type of woman who was embarrassed by nudity or sex in general, but it was different with Xander. Maybe because he worked for my family and was friends with my brothers. It made a difference, and might not be the smartest thing I’d ever done, but I still wanted him. Standing outside making out had been spectacular and I had a vague sense that he made love the way he kissed—with both passion and precision. He knew exactly what he was doing and it had been a while since I’d had a skilled lover, someone to make me forget everything and everyone, even if it was for a short time.
“Hey.” He came back in with a soft smile and a handful of condoms.
“That many?” I asked, slowly walking toward him.
“Uh-huh. I keep a bunch in my toiletry bag, and I just grabbed them all.” He slid off his shorts and stood there naked in the moonlight. My breath caught in my throat because his body was truly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was lean and hard, sinewy muscles beneath tanned skin. The six-pack abs that made up most of his torso were spectacular and I longed to run my tongue right down the middle of it all. His thighs were muscular, his shoulders broad and his cock was magnificent. Long and erect, it bobbed against his groin area proudly.
I dropped to my knees without even thinking, wrapping my hand around it. I needed it in my mouth desperately, even though I also wanted him to fuck me in the worst possible way. I was a mess of raging hormones after going a year without sex, and kissing him had awakened a beast I hadn’t unleashed in a long time.
I glanced up to find him watching me, his eyes glittering with raw lust.
“Just like that, Princess.” His voice was warm and tender as I wrapped one hand around him. His groin area was trimmed and well-maintained, giving me a lovely playground. I moved my mouth to one of the heavy sacs beneath his cock and sucked it into my mouth while my thumb rubbed the liquid leaking from the tip. He planted his legs when I licked my way up the underside of his erection, and I chuckled to myself at his intake of breath when I sucked him between my lips.
“Shit, Princess.” His low moan filled me with pleasure and I was positive my panties were soaking wet already, but right now my only goal was to pleasure him. I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted to watch him get off, lose control, all because of me.
I sucked deeper, taking him as far as I could since he was longer than I was used to. The width was pretty average, so I had no trouble there, but he hit the back of my throat long before he should have and I struggled not to gag.
“Don’t,” he said softly, one hand gently cupping my throat. “Take as much as is comfortable. It doesn’t turn me on to watch you gag.”
Hotter than hot and considerate too. This was my lucky day. I loved giving head, which tended to shock a lot of men, but Xander was taking it in stride. I playfully nipped at the tender skin with my teeth, not using pressure but letting him feel the bite. He started in surprise but then dug his fingers in my hair.
“You’re full of surprises, Princess.” He didn’t use force, but guided me into a rhythm he liked and when I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed. He was breathing harder now and the growl that escaped him as he shot off into my mouth came from somewhere deep. It was his face that nearly did me in, though. Head thrown back, corded muscles tense, he was the sexual personification of alpha male dominance. Which in this context was breathtaking.
He didn’t take any time to recover before pulling me up and tossing me on the bed. “Spread those legs, Princess, and let me return the favor.”
The gentleman was gone, and that was fine with me. I complied after yanking off my panties and he moved over me with a smile. “Not much for foreplay, huh?”
“What do you call this?”
“Sex. Foreplay is what happens before that.”
“Isn’t this before the sex?”
“Honey, I’m about to fuck you with my tongue… I promise, this is just the start of the sex, but it’s sex.” He kissed me then, like a man on a mission, and nothing had ever tasted so erotic. If the way he kissed was a metaphor for what was coming, I was in so much trouble.
I whimpered as he slid down my body, pressing light, feathery kisses along my chest, my naval, my pelvis. As he got to my most private parts, he paused, running gentle fingers over the short patch of hair.<
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“So sexy,” he breathed, inhaling slightly. “I love the smell of a woman when she’s wet.”
If I hadn’t already been turned on within an inch of my life, I would have been now. Hearing him say those things while watching the look of desire on his face was a double whammy of arousal. And the sexy bastard took his time, running his fingers through my folds, touching the sensitive skin there, and then gently circling my clit until a sigh of longing escaped me. I wanted to keep watching him, because it was so sexy, but the minute his tongue touched me, my head fell back and I couldn’t think anymore. Everything burned hot and the blood running through my veins turned into molten lava.
If I’d been subconsciously rationalizing that having sex with Xander would somehow make this attraction between us burn itself out, I wouldn’t be doing that anymore. I didn’t know what he was doing down there, but every swirl of his tongue on my clit had me gasping for air and when he slid two fingers inside of me, I almost vaulted off the bed. He had one hand on my thigh, holding me open, and then worked some evil magic with his fingers and tongue until my whole body erupted in orgasmic flames. I thrashed against his face as my fingers dug into the sheets, and when he bit down on my clit, I came again. The second orgasm rolled over the first until nothing made sense.
“That’s it, Princess.” He wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of me before moving up to lie beside me.
I was still shaking a little, unsure what he’d just done to me and unable to find the strength to ask. He pulled me close, pressing his lips to my temple. “That was beautiful, Elen. I really liked making you come.”
“Wow.” That was all I could think to say and for a second I felt ridiculous. But then he wrapped his arms around me and slid one hand down my back. The trail left by his fingers tingled and when he cupped my bottom, I was turned on again. “What are you doing to me?” I whispered.
He gazed into my eyes. “Just making you feel good. Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“I know.” He kissed me again and again, this time without urgency, as if we hadn’t just gone down on each other and had a total of three orgasms. Now his kisses were tender, romantic even, a prelude to the next episode of our passionate overture. He touched me like no one else ever had, his body strong and sure, but also as giving as it was arousing.
“Do you want to feel me inside of you?” he asked, rolling me onto my back.
“Yes.” I heard the tearing of the condom wrapper and felt his movements as he put it on, and then, with his forehead pressed to mine, he slid inside of me. All of him at once. One long, gentle, but nonstop glide that filled me in a way no one else ever had. He wasn’t overly thick, but I would have sworn I felt him butt right up against my cervix. And everything fucking stopped.
The world, the sound of the waves crashing somewhere in the distance, the occasional gust of wind. Not even our breathing made it through my lusty haze of lovemaking. There was nothing but him, moving in and out, his eyes never leaving mine, our bodies irrevocably intertwined.
“Xander.” His name spilled from my lips. I was anxious for more, for everything, for things I didn’t even understand. Some part of my soul had just opened up and now that he was inside of me, it felt like I might die without him. The connection, the rush, whatever it was, transcended what sex normally was for me and I didn’t understand why my soul was betraying me like this.
“I’m right here, baby.”
I loved hearing him call me baby. It was so American, a term none of my other lovers had ever used, and I really fucking loved it. “Say it again,” I whispered.
“What?” He paused, momentarily confused.
“No one’s ever called me baby before.”
“And you like it?” He pushed into me again, hard enough to make my eyes roll back a little.
“I…er, yes.” God, it was hard to think with him making love to me.
“Look at me, Princess.”
My eyes snapped to his. Then he dipped his head and took my mouth, plunging his tongue inside and moving in almost perfect rhythm with what he was doing with his cock. Over and around and deep and… I came so hard my body stiffened from the force and a cry left my chest as I tried to breathe.
“That’s it, baby…just like that.” He came after I did, pulsing deep inside of me as aftershocks rippled through both of us.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, gripping him close to me, holding on to this feeling of utter ecstasy because I’d never experienced anything like it.
“Damn, that was amazing, Princess.” He nipped at my lips, his hard body still covering mine.
I didn’t know how to respond.
Yes? Thank you? Let’s do it again? It all sounded ridiculous in my head, so there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to voice any of them. Especially after admitting I liked that he called me baby. I’d probably never live that down. Jesus, what had I done?
“Why do you look like you’re having all the regrets now?” he asked softly.
He was still inside of me, still basically pinning me to the bed with his bigger body, but his eyes were soft, his expression tender as he brought his hands up to either side of my face. “Talk to me, baby.”
I swallowed.
“What? Come on, I’m not that scary now that we’ve done all the naughty sex things, am I?”
I shook my head, even though he was far scarier now that we’d done those things than he’d ever been before I let him get this close.
“Hey.” He brushed his lips across mine, his gaze sincere as he forced me to look at him. “Talk to me, El. I know we got a rocky start when we met and we’ve butted heads a lot, but tonight was beautiful. I can’t think of a single reason why you’d be second-guessing what we just did.”
“Because good doesn’t necessarily mean right.”
15
Xander
“Right?” I frowned slightly. “As in the opposite of wrong? As in what we just did was wrong?”
She took a shaky breath and slowly blew it out. “Can I get up, please? I need to go to the bathroom.”
“No.” I was getting annoyed. “Not until you explain.”
She pursed her lips, a little bit of fire returning to her eyes. “You work for me. I’m a princess. We’re not even supposed to be friends, much less lovers!”
I arched my brows. “Is that your way of saying I’m not good enough for you?”
“Not that you’re not good enough for me, just that we’re not good together.”
“I think what we just did proves otherwise.”
“That’s sex, not real life.”
“It’s not real?” I pulled out and rolled onto my back. “What the hell are you talking about, Princess?”
“It’s a distraction. Like you having feelings for me might make it hard for you to protect me. We talked about this as a family, about having people that are our friends working with us, and how we had to keep some emotional distance to maintain professionalism.”
I turned my head and looked at her. “You mean like Sandor and Lennox? Or Jesper and Joe? Or—”
“Wait, what?” She frowned. “Jesper and Joe?”
“Never mind.” I wasn’t going to talk about others when I had my hands full with my own life. I got up and walked over to where I’d dropped my shorts. “Look, if this was nothing but a roll in the hay, no problem. Thanks for a nice evening.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, also getting up. She came over to me and put a soft hand on my forearm. “I just meant we got carried away and maybe we should have thought about the repercussions.”
“I asked you if you were sure,” I snapped, getting more and more irritated.
“I know.” She was still gripping my forearm. “I’m not saying you did anything wrong. This was all consensual fun. I just think it might get problematic going forward and maybe I’m a little bit of a prude so…”
“You’re not a prude,” I muttered. “You’re fucking scared.”
“Fine.” I yanked on my T-shirt. “No problem. I can promise you it won’t happen again.”
“We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks, and since it doesn’t appear that either of us has been getting any, it makes sense that we had a moment of weakness.”
“There was nothing weak about what we just did.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “You know what I mean.”
“So you want to forget it and go forward like I didn’t just taste your pussy and make you scream my name.” I met her gaze directly.
She did the thing with her lip that she did when she was nervous. “Sure. Yes. I’m willing to forget it if you are.”
Disappointment shot through me so violently I had to breathe to keep from reacting. Damn. What the hell was wrong with me? And more than that, what the hell was wrong with her?
“If that’s what you want, Princess, no problem.” I grabbed the condoms I’d dropped on the floor and stuffed them in my pockets. “See you tomorrow.” I turned my back and walked out.
I didn’t sleep for shit that night and by the time the sun came up, I was awake and padding over to the house. Samaria and Fetu were always up early, long before Elen, and I often heard them in the house since I was generally an early riser myself. I hated interrupting them this early, but I desperately needed coffee and today was going to be a long day.
“You up early.” Samaria eyed me. “You look terrible. You sick?”
“No.” I filled a cup with coffee. “Just a long night.”
“All that noise coming from the guest house—good thing you didn’t wake the kids.”
