Power Play: The Complete Collection

by Selena Kitt

  “See ya.” He pressed ‘end’ on his cell, putting it down on the desk. He was thinking about self-publishing his book, but that thought led to Elena and Jeannie’s comment about her having a degree in graphic arts. And him not knowing everything about her, which was obviously true. And about how Elena had been talking to Jeannie about him. And his “hot bod.” Don glanced down at his lean frame, jeans and a button-down shirt, his usual fare. He had horrible dietary habits, but good genes, and he’d been careful to keep up with a workout routine because he had a desk job.

  And because Anne had insisted on it.

  Granted, he’d let himself go a little—but his abs were still defined, his arms too.

  And Elena had noticed.

  Interesting.

  He could smell lilacs when he opened his office door. He saw vases sitting on both night stands on each side of his big, king-sized bed as he glanced across the hall and smiled, slipping down the hall to the bathroom. The door was open, the light on, but he didn’t realize it until he was standing in the doorway. He almost turned and crept back down the hall to his room, to his own, small bathroom, but Elena was on her knees again.

  On her knees in that short, short skirt, bent over the tub, scrubbing at the ring left there by one of Diana’s long soaks. His daughter loved the big, Jacuzzi tub, said she missed it almost as much as she missed him, and used it every time she came to visit.

  Elena was humming a tune, something sweet, light, nothing he recognized. She was barefoot, something he found so painfully erotic it actually sent a shockwave of pain through his chest as he looked at the pink instep of her foot, her toes curled as she stretched to reach the back of the tub, toenails painted red. Her skirt hugged her hips, rounded out the curve of her ass, and ended at the top of her thighs, revealing the elastic edge of panties underneath. Those were black too.

  Elena turned on the tap to rinse the tub and glimpsed him out of the corner of her eye. She gasped, sitting back on her heels, looking over her shoulder at him, her hand fluttering at her throat.

  “You scared me!”

  “Sorry,” he murmured, still enthralled by the sight of her on her knees. “I just…”

  She blinked up at him as he took a step forward. He couldn’t look away. Her eyes were bright, questioning, full lips slightly parted, breath coming fast, face flushed, probably from all the scrubbing she’d been doing, but it excited him nonetheless. He towered over her as he took another step forward and she had to tilt her head all the way back to meet his eyes.

  “Did you… want something?” Elena swallowed. He watched her throat work with the motion and his cock throbbed in response. It didn’t help knowing she was on eye-level with his zipper. Did he want something? Fuck yes he wanted something. He wanted her. But he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t possibly just take what he wanted, no matter how much he wanted it.

  Don reached a hand out and swept away a strand of hair resting on her cheek like a comma, tucking it behind her ear. Elena’s eyes softened as she looked up at him and licked her lips. She looked like she wanted to say something and he wanted to hear it, whatever it was, so he stayed quiet, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Her skin was so soft, so impossibly soft.

  “Did I… disturb you?” Her voice was even softer than her skin, barely a whisper, as she peeled off a pair of pink rubber gloves. It should have been a very unsexy act, but somehow any divesting of clothing, even something as silly as a pair of rubber gloves, made him want her even more. He knew he had to be imagining it, but he could have sworn he felt the heat of her breath on his crotch, even through the denim of his jeans.

  He shook his head, fingertips trailing down the side of her neck. She shivered. It was a slight thing, a mere tremble, but he felt it. He saw her assent in her eyes, in the way she tilted her face up, shoulders back, breasts jutting proudly in her button-down blouse, which was unbuttoned to very immodest depths. Her cleavage was on display for him. In fact, it felt as if, just by her posture, she was completely on display for him alone.

  Don struggled. He struggled with his own lust. He struggled against taking this any further than it had already gone—the flirting, the teasing, the suggestive comments, and now, his hand tucking hair behind the shell of Elena’s ear. He struggled to stick to his convictions because while Elena was beautiful and he was beyond attracted to her, it would be a very bad idea to get involved with her right now. He knew this, instinctively. She was fragile, vulnerable. Doing this would be taking advantage of her.

  So he struggled to keep his cock from bursting, alien-like, from his zipper, cleared his throat, and got ready to head back into seclusion. And Elena knew it. Maybe she saw it in his eyes. She lifted her own hand to his, pressing it against her cheek. The slight tilt of her head, the way she rubbed her cheek against his palm, was an invitation. He knew it, understood, and still he was going to resist.

  Until she turned and kissed his palm. It was the press of her lips, the heat of her breath, the way her eyelids fluttered closed, that did him in. He let out a soft groan, thumb trailing over her jaw, and Elena turned her head again so his thumb slipped between her lips. Don held his breath, feeling her tongue curling, the soft, wet suck of her mouth on his thumb making his cock throb in response. Of course he was picturing her lips wrapped around his dick instead and he couldn’t draw any other conclusion except that she was imagining it too.

  But he knew for sure when she went up fully on her knees, pressing her cheek against the seam of his jeans and rubbing her head there, like a cat begging for attention. Don groaned as her chin grazed his shaft through the denim. The sight of her on her knees for him in the middle of his bathroom was driving him mad with lust. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her, this. It was going to happen, and if it was, he didn’t want it to happen here.

  “Elena.” He whispered her name, rubbing his thumb against the soft, wet press of her lips. She tilted her eyes up, asking him with that look, do you want me? He couldn’t believe she could question it, given the state of his erection, but he understood. She wanted to know if it was okay, if she had his permission. He found himself feeling strangely powerful and in control with her like this, and the communication between them was all happening without any words at all.

  “Come with me,” he urged, holding his hand out to help her up. She took it, rising to her bare feet and following him out of the bathroom. His room was bright in the afternoon light, the lilacs making the room heady with scent, but all he could see or smell or think about was her. She followed him obediently, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed, and stood, waiting, hands at her sides, biting her lower lip.

  He wanted to grab her, kiss her, throw her down on the bed and strip her down fast, fuck her so hard he couldn’t even see straight, but he also wanted to enjoy her, savor her, make it last. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, he knew it wasn’t going to last long anyway, at least not the first time. He considered the options, their eyes locked, feeling his cock straining, hurry hurry hurry. It wanted what it wanted.

  Elena decided for them, after a fashion. She dropped to her knees again, nuzzling him like she had been in the bathroom, and he looked down at the top of her blonde head, amazed. Was this really happening? But it was. Elena watched, gaze hungry, expectant, as he unzipped, leaning back on his elbows to let her slide his jeans and boxers down and off. Her mouth was far better than he expected, far better than he remembered any woman’s mouth being. Ever.

  Her tongue traced lightly around the head, flicking, teasing, making him squirm and fist the comforter, before she took him fully into her eager mouth. Elena’s eyes never left his and he could read volumes in them. She told him everything he wanted to know with just a look—how much she wanted him, how much she wanted this. How was that even possible? But it was true. She was hungry, starving for this, and the way she worshipped his cock, moaning around his shaft, bathing him in her saliva, made him feel invincible.

  His cock rose like a tower in he
r clutched fist, swelling in her wet little mouth. He felt the rub and press of her breasts against his thighs and the sight of her on her knees for him ignited something in him he wasn’t even sure he understood or recognized. It made him want to take her, claim her, make her completely his.

  “Oh hell.” He wanted to continue watching her suck his cock but he knew it would make him come and he wasn’t sure that was a good idea, not yet. “Easy, sweetheart.”

  Elena let up on her furious pace, questioning him with her eyes, her mouth still busy, albeit a little slower, between his legs.

  “Don’t want to come too soon.” He smiled, brushing hair out of her eyes.

  “Whatever you want.” She rubbed her cheek against his shaft, just fisting his cock, squeezing him at the base. “Anything you want.”

  Anything.

  The possibilities were paralyzing.

  “Come here and kiss me.”

  She shimmied up onto the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. It wasn’t until that moment he realized how long it had been since he’d kissed her. She’d had his cock in her mouth before he’d kissed her again, and it was a travesty. Her lips parted under the insistence of his tongue and he could taste himself.

  Elena was still fully dressed and that was just unacceptable. Don worked the buttons on her blouse as they kissed, delighting in the sight of her breasts in a black push-up bra. It had been visible beneath the sheer white material of her blouse and had been driving him mad all day. He’d glimpsed it when she came in, before he’d tucked himself away in his office, and had been fantasizing about it since.

  He dipped his head to her cleavage, kissing the tops of her breasts, hearing her soft sigh, enjoying the way her head tilted back, nostrils flaring when his tongue found her nipple through the silky material. She let out a soft cry when he yanked her bra down, exposing fat, dark nipples, rimmed like copper pennies. He sucked one of them into his mouth, his cock throbbing against the soft skin of her inner thigh as they rolled together on the bed.

  “Oh, Don,” she whispered, hands in his hair as he worked his way across to her other nipple, unhooking her bra before kissing down to her navel. He felt the tremble in her fingers as he worked the zipper of her skirt down, sliding it over the curve of her hips. Her panties were black too, lace-edged, far too pretty to remove, at least right away.

  Besides, he wanted to tease her.

  Elena’s thighs quivered when he parted them, pushing her more fully onto the bed so he could stretch out between them. The sight of the wetness there, even through her panties, made him growl with lust. He’d intended to kiss her thighs, her knees, even her pretty little feet, the wrinkled pink instep, but the sight of her pussy ended those thoughts and he buried his nose in her panties with a groan.

  “Oh! God!” Elena reached for him, finding his hair, nails raking over his scalp as he tasted her through the silk. The smell of her was strong, intoxicating, delicious. Anne had only let him do this on occasion. She had insisted it was “dirty” and “gross,” although when she finally gave in, she’d seemed to enjoy it.

  But Elena was different. Her response wasn’t inhibited at all. She moaned and rolled her hips, her body giving him all the clues he needed about what she liked, what she wanted. He rolled her panties down her hips, expecting the tickle of pubic hair against his nose, and finding, to his surprise and delight, not even a hint of it. Elena was completely bare, her labia swollen and glistening in the afternoon light.

  “Fuuuck.” Don swallowed, lifting his gaze to meet hers. She looked back at him, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her breath coming so fast. He had visions of fucking her, right then and there, sliding deep into her waiting flesh and fucking himself senseless, but he restrained himself. Just barely. His cock throbbed against the mattress, protesting, but her cunt was calling his name, begging for his tongue. And Elena was too.

  “Oh god, please please,” she begged him, thighs open and trembling.

  He sighed deeply, happily, parting her fat, swollen lips with his tongue, marveling at the softness of her skin there. She was completely smooth, not even the hint of stubble, and she filled his mouth with the sweet tang of her juices, a heady musk he couldn’t get enough of. Don licked up and down her slit, working his tongue through the sweet crevice from top to bottom, bottom to top, feeling the shift of her hips every time he reached the top of her cleft. She gave a soft, relieved sigh when he flicked at her clit with his tongue, focusing there.

  “You taste so fucking good.” He lifted his head for just a moment to see her eyes—she was watching him, knees up, lips parted, cheeks flushed—before plunging his tongue back between her legs. Elena cried out, lifting her hips to meet him, moaning loudly when his fingers found her. He had to feel how wet, how soft, how tight she was, and he wasn’t disappointed. His fingers stretched her, one, two, then three, easing her open for him. His cock ached, wept against the mattress, begging for entrance, but he held back. He wanted to make her come.

  And he had a feeling that wasn’t going to be long, judging by the way she quivered and squirmed on the bed, his tongue lashing at her clit over and over, his fingers finding an easy rhythm, in and out. Elena met him with the thrust of her hips, insisting on more, more, not with her mouth but with her body. She lifted her ass right off the bed, moaning loudly when he shoved his fingers in deep, hard, harder. Fuck, she was hot. She was like having a little firecracker burning in his hands, ready to go off.

  “Ohhhh fuck!” She gasped and moaned and rolled her hips. “Fuck me hard! Hard! Oh god your mouth! I’m going to come! I’m going to come!”

  And then she was, flooding all over his tongue and face and he lapped at her eagerly, drinking it all in. Her clit throbbed and fluttered against his tongue and he didn’t want to stop, wanted to feel her come again, but Elena began to backpedal on the bed, gasping and shaking her head, blond hair framing her flushed cheeks. Seeing her like that, exposed, pussy glistening, red and swollen from his mouth, shifted his gears.

  He wanted to fuck her.

  Don reached for her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply, feeling her response when she tasted herself in his mouth. Anne had never liked that either, but Elena sucked at his tongue, moaning softly as he grasped her hips and rolled her on top of him, shifting her against his cock, letting it ride between her slit. Not entering her, just teasing as they kissed.

  “I want you,” he gasped when they parted, seeing it in her eyes. She wanted it too. Elena nodded eagerly, kissing him again, their tongues meshing. Her nipples grazed his chest and she slid up against him, her whole body a soft, wet tease. He couldn’t stand it.

  “I want you inside of me,” she whispered, shifting on the bed, rolling off him. “Please?”

  He couldn’t resist the way she opened to him, arms and legs, a sweet acquiescence. He rolled on top, letting her peel his t-shirt off, the last vestige of their clothing. She ran her hands all over him, up and down his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms, her fingernails digging in as his cock found her. He shifted his hips, easing in, nice and slow, his cock so hard, balls so tight it almost hurt.

  “Oh, Don!” she gasped, eyes flying open when he was buried, balls deep, in her wetness. The sound of his name in her mouth was heady, intoxicating. The sweet clutch of her pussy made him grit his teeth. Sweet fucking torture. It had been so damned long, and he was damned sure Anne had never felt this good, been so responsive, this beautiful. Not even in the beginning, not even then, he was sure of it.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered, shifting beneath him, arms and legs wrapping around him. “Yes, yes!”

  Her “yes” was more than permission. It was a giving in, an acquiescence, a surrender so perfect it drove him wild. Don couldn’t stop himself from fucking her, not if he tried. He worried, briefly, if he might hurt her, if it might not be good enough, last long enough, but the way she moved and called his name and asked for him, more, harder, yes, oh fuck yes, do it, use my fucking cunt, was
more than enough to reassure him, while at the same time making it near impossible to hold out.

  But it lasted far longer than he expected. Long enough for Elena to cry out and tremble in his arms, for her pussy to clench and spasm with her orgasm, long enough for him to bury his face in her neck and suck deeply at her flesh, leaving a dark, purple bruise there before he climaxed, filling her waiting pussy with the heat of his cum. When the dam finally broke, it was a torrent, a wave of white hot cum bursting from him like a geyser, flooding her womb, their final release transforming everything to heat.

  “Oh my god.” Don collapsed onto his back on the bed, arm thrown over his eyes. “That was…”

  “Mmm.” Elena purred in agreement, tucking her head under his chin, sliding a soft, damp thigh over his.

  “Are you okay?” He slipped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer still.

  “Yes.” Her fingers played in the hair on his chest, breath warm, cooling his damp skin. “More than, I’d say.”

  “I didn’t expect that.” He blinked up at the ceiling.

  “Didn’t you?” She lifted her head to look at him, cocking her head.

  Well, maybe he’d expected it, a little. But maybe expected wasn’t the right word. He’d hoped. Fantasized. Anticipated, maybe. But not expected. Besides, that wasn’t what he’d really meant.

  “You’re… different.” That wasn’t what he meant either, but it was closer.

  “Different good or different bad?” she teased. “Or just different from what you remembered?”

  “Well, we never did that,” he reminded her.

  “It’s been a long time coming.”

  “It’s been a long, long time.” No more cherry lip gloss. But she still tasted just as sweet as he remembered.

  “Worth the wait?”

  He breathed in the scent of her. “I should have held out for you to begin with.”

  “Me too.” She flashed a small, sad smile. He barely caught it out of the corner of his eye. “I could’ve done without Rick. Although if you hadn’t married Anne, you wouldn’t have Diana.”