by T Gephart
My fingernails dug into his back, closing my eyes as I absorbed the sensation. His tongue lavished me, sucking and kissing before moving to the other breast, his hands constantly on me.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, rubbing myself against him. “Take off my shorts. Please.”
He chuckled, keeping his mouth busy while he reached down and freed me from my cut offs, the denim dropped to the floor as I kicked off my sandals.
His hand cupped my pussy, pressing his palm against the cotton of my underwear, the thin barrier not enough to disguise how wet I was getting. “You’re driving me insane, Jessica. I want to taste you, lick you until you come on my mouth and you forget your own name.”
That sounded like a perfect idea, my hands getting busy on his jeans as I encouraged him to strip.
Our tongues tangoed, kissing and licking each other as he peeled off layers and dumped them on the floor. We walked blindly back through our suite, not breaking the contact. Dave stopped briefly at the coffee table, collecting the box of condoms he’d bought earlier before picking me up off the floor and carrying me into the bedroom. “Glad I wasn’t a gentleman this morning and stocked up on protection. I’m going to attempt to use every last one of them tonight.”
He tossed me onto the mattress, flicking on a lamp and then slowly climbed on himself. A satisfied smile spread across his lips as he admired his handiwork from above, my body naked and strewn across the bed like a panting rag doll.
His body was perfection, every inch of it toned and hard in all the right places. I hadn’t had a chance to appreciate it properly before, but—watching his muscles flex—it was difficult not to stare. My eyes traveled across his body with greed, stopping when they reached his impressive cock. I had seen it and felt it but it was no less spectacular the second time around. My legs squeezed together in anticipation, desperate for the friction that would get me off. If I wasn’t so distracted by how beautiful he was, I’d have reached down there and made myself come.
“Let me kiss you.” He parted my knees, lowering himself between my thighs. “I want to see you come for me while I fuck you with my tongue.”
His hot words were nothing compared to the way he was looking at me, my body rising off the bed as he dropped his mouth to my heat and locked his eyes with mine.
“Yes.” My fingers fisted his hair as his tongue flattened against me, slowly lapping to the top of my cleft, circling my clit and then down again.
I forced my eyes to stay open, watching his slow steady movements against my skin, his gaze not breaking as he thrust his tongue inside of me, making me cry out.
Encouraged by my moan, he did it again, moving his thumb to circle my clit while he continued to penetrate me. I bucked against him, his other hand steadying my hips, but he didn’t stop, over and over again slowly making me insane.
Every part of me tightened, my body at his complete will as I pushed out ragged breaths. I moaned, restlessly rocking my hips against his mouth, torn between wanting to live in the suspended pleasure forever and desperate for the release.
“Dave.” My hands went either side of me, gripping the sheets as my body arched, the explosion shooting up through my spine and fracturing me into a million pieces. The wave washed over me again and again as I felt myself pulse, my limbs reduced to jelly as the tremors continued.
He slowly lifted his head, lapping me leisurely as he smiled with satisfaction. “You taste so sweet.” He kissed my thigh, moving his lips to my belly and then flattening his body against mine. “And watching you come made me so hard my balls ache.”
He pressed his erection against me, sliding his length up and down my slick center, watching me as he circled his hips.
“I want to taste you too,” I panted, letting go of the sheets and planting my hands on his ass.
He gave me a wicked grin, continuing his slow and deliberate rock. “Really? And what part of me do you want to taste?”
“Your cock,” I said without embarrassment, the heat in my body rising again.
My fingers locked around his hips holding him still as I pressed against him. “I want to suck your cock.”
Heat flared in his eyes, blowing out a breath as he lifted off me and rolled to his side, giving me full access to his body.
“This.” I took his length in my hand and gave it a firm, tight stroke. “Is mine.”
Feelings of possession surged through my body without a hint of apology. I didn’t care what happened tomorrow, or next week, or even in the next hour. At that moment he belonged to me and sharing him wasn’t up for negotiation.
“All yours.” He kicked out his legs, his arms folding behind his neck as he propped himself up to watch.
With our gazes locked, I lowered my mouth, letting the tip of my tongue circle the head of his cock slowly.
He breathed deeper, watching me intensely as I teased him with my mouth. Alternating between kisses and nibbles against his length—tasting myself on him—as my tight grip held him in place.
“Suck me,” he groaned, his muscles locked tight as I deprived him of what he wanted. “Suck me, Jessica.” The tone in his voice raw with need.
My mouth hovered, cupping the crown before drawing him in deep, his eyes rolling back as I sucked in urgent pulls.
“Fuck,” he growled, moving his hands to cradle my head. “That feels so fucking good.” His hips lifted, trying to find a rhythm as I sucked and licked.
The hand I had wrapped around his girth tightened as I pulled it up to meet my lips, fisting him as I jerked him off.
“I am not coming in your mouth.” The warning so raw it tore at his throat.
My eyes bulged as I took him in deeper, taking as much of his length as I could without gagging and defying his resolve not to come.
“I said.” He yanked on my hair, pulling himself free from my lips with a pop. “I am not coming in your mouth.”
“Where do you want to come?” I asked, lowering my lips to his balls, drawing one of them into my mouth and sucking hard.
His body shifted on the mattress before I had time to react, freeing himself from my mouth and kissing me hard on the lips.
“Inside of you.” He pulled me against him, flipping my back onto the mattress and then covering my body with his. “I want to be buried deep inside of you when I come. I want to feel you come with me, pulsing around my cock while I thrust into you over and over again.”
A whimper escaped from between my lips, my body heating to his suggestion as I writhed underneath him.
His body lifted, balancing his weight on his elbow as he reached down and grabbed the box of condoms he’d tossed on the mattress, and tore the lid off with his teeth.
Oh. My. God.
That was so freaking hot.
He didn’t waste time, pulling one out and opening the packet. My eyes dropped to his hands as he pushed onto his knees and grabbed his cock firmly. He rolled the latex down his length, covering himself before rewarding his good work with a firm, tight pump. It was incredibly erotic, my body tingling all over as I watched, annoyed I had missed it in the dark the first time we’d had sex.
“I want you,” he growled, positioning himself at my opening. “I need you.”
It was too much to hear, the words rattling around in my brain.
Want.
Need.
You.
My heart hoping those words carried the same weight for him as they did for me. I knew it wasn’t an act, but I had no idea how deep in it he was with me.
With a thrust of his hips he plunged into me, filling me completely as he pressed in deeper. My body accepted the invasion, adjusting to accommodate him, the warmth spreading across my skin.
“You feel so good.” He pulled out and then pushed in again, the sensation making me tingle.
I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his hips and locking my ankles around his waist. “More,” I begged as I circled my hips. “Give me more.”
He cursed out a breath, his arms p
ushing him higher to give him more room to move. Deeper and deeper he drove into me; swinging his hips faster and harder as I panted underneath him.
My eyes closed, gripping his shoulders with my hands as want and lust overwhelmed me, my fingers struggling to maintain hold.
“Open them,” he moaned, my eyes flinging open to see the passion in his. “I want to see you and I want you to see me, like this, when I’m buried inside of you.”
I didn’t argue, the lust in his eyes incredibly hot as I felt my body prime for another explosion. “Dave, I’m going to—” I couldn’t get the word out, teetering on the edge as he pulled out again and sunk in deep, pushing me over.
“That’s it, beautiful.” He continued to move. “Come for me. Oh my God, that feels so good.”
He rode out the wave, each drag of his cock sending me deeper and deeper into the spiral, the throb inside of me getting more urgent. “Fuck.” All his muscles tensed, his torso tight as his own wave took him, pulsing hard as he too found his finish.
“Yes.” He rocked, his lids lowering as he looked down on me. “Yes.”
My pulse raced as I watched him, his beautiful perfection coming undone and it had all been because of me.
Our bodies spoke a truth neither of us had articulated with our mouths, the feelings it exposed almost overwhelming me.
My hands ran up his arms, feeling the strong muscles underneath my fingertips and I didn’t want it to stop. As insane as it sounded I wanted to forget all about the wedding, my family and the fucking city, and spend a whole day just making love to him.
He panted against my skin, bringing his mouth back to mine before slowly pulling out. “Give me a second, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom, the faucet running for only a few minutes before he returned, gloriously naked.
My mind was a wasteland, acutely aware of how attractive he was, with everything about him more strikingly handsome than I remembered. I was seeing him with new eyes, and what I saw, I liked very, very much.
“You still with me?” He lowered his lips, kissing me gently before sliding back in between the sheets. His weight shifted, rolling onto his side as he studied me. “You look like you’re deep in thought.”
He was wrong about that; I wasn’t thinking.
If I had been thinking, I wouldn’t have slept with him again. I would have enjoyed the lapse in judgment made earlier in the day and moved forward, keeping it platonic. But I had been greedy, wanting him again and again and didn’t give weight to the consequences. I still didn’t, preferring to live in the suspended fantasy I’d created.
And I knew it wouldn’t last forever.
I rationalized that we were friends with benefits and tried to forget our monetary transaction. I assured myself that it wasn’t prostitution, or worse, that he’d slept with me under duress. He’d seemed to want it—the sex—as much as I did, with no concerns for the consequences either. It was okay as long as we were both being irresponsible, right?
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you wanted to have sex with me, right?” I said in a moment of guilt.
“You’re kidding? I thought we already covered that?” He laughed, pulling himself up onto his elbows. “Did you think I faked the hard-on? Twice? Or do you think that I generally sleep with women I’m not attracted to?”
I took a breath, shaking my head as he misunderstood what I was asking. “I didn’t say you weren’t attracted to me. I’m not fishing for compliments. I know I’m not hideous or anything like that.”
He stopped me, placing his hand on my arm. “Jessica, you are far from hideous.”
“Again,” I reiterated, “this isn’t about padding my ego. I’m talking about whether you would have slept with me if we weren’t here.”
He shook his head as if discounting the thought, his eyes were unreadable as he opened his mouth and then closed it again. A shiver shot up my spine when he didn’t answer right away, and I guessed he was probably searching for a way to spare my feelings.
“It’s okay,” I reassured him, more angry at myself than I could ever be at him. “I’m not—”
“Yes, I wanted to sleep with you.” He cut me off. “And not just because we’re here. Given half a chance, I would have slept with you a year ago. My hesitation about taking this job wasn’t whether or not I’d be able to pretend to be attracted to you, it was whether or not I was going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
I couldn’t breathe, my lungs feeling like they were paralyzed as my eyes widened. I had no idea what I expected to hear, but telling me that he’d wanted me from before wasn’t even on my radar.
Of course, I wasn’t sure if it was just a physical attraction or if it went deeper. I was confused, turned on and slightly worried this was some elaborate trick—the punch line imminent.
While I knew he loved a good laugh and acting like a wiseass, he didn’t look like he was joking; his face stone cold serious as he kissed my shoulder. “I tried, Jess. I’m just not very good at behaving.”
“I-I had no idea.” I struggled to find the words, completely floored by his admission as a thrill ran through me.
My lips widened of their accord, unable to stop the grin. I enjoyed the moment, rationalizing that it was because I was glad I hadn’t sexually harassed him. Because my fucking delight couldn’t be for other, more personal reasons like—I don’t know—I liked him and he liked me.
His lips moved back up my neck. “Not sure Jeremy would have been too pleased if I tried to fuck his superstar assistant. So I assumed it wasn’t going to happen.”
He wasn’t the only one who’d made assumptions.
“I don’t sleep with clients,” I added quickly before correcting myself. “I mean, I usually don’t sleep with clients.” Clearly there was a loophole, with Dave Larsson being the exception to the rule.
There weren’t many rules I wouldn’t break for him to be honest; the way he made feel worth any trouble it would cause.
His lips continued to kiss me, covering my mouth as he mumbled. “I know, which means one of us is the bad influence. Why don’t we have some fun until we work out who that is.”
“I like this plan.” I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his chest. We needed to test the theory, right?
He chuckled, shifting on top of me and holding me hostage with his weight. He needn’t have bothered; the four horsemen of the apocalypse couldn’t have torn me away. “I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight, because you’re not getting any.”
It wasn’t a threat but a promise, a low growl bubbling up his throat as he dropped his mouth to my nipples. “There isn’t a part of you I don’t want to cover with my mouth.”
I arched against him, widening my legs so he could settle between them. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I have a few things I want in my mouth too.”
He didn’t seem to mind.
We explored each other slowly, taking our time to kiss, lick, suck, and touch our way up and down each other’s bodies. It was less hurried but five times more intense, every cell in my body feeling like a burst of electricity had just been pumped through it.
The teasing was without mercy, bringing me close to the brink with his mouth and hand and then backing off before I could finish. It was both frustrating and sexy as hell, my body in a constant state of arousal.
And not to be outdone by him, I implemented some torture of my own. I twisted around, giving him access to my body while I took him in my mouth. Cupping his balls, I drew him in between my lips in desperate pulls until he was harder than steel.
When he’d finally entered me, I orgasmed, thrashing against him as waves of pleasure rolled through my body until he came too. Our arms and legs tangled as we panted against each other.
It was late in the morning when we lost our battle against sleep, his arms wrapping around me as he brought me closer, his lips resting on my shoulder.
“I thought we weren’t going to sleep.” I yawned, barely
being able to keep my eyes open.
“I said last night. It’s now morning.” He pulled me tighter. “Sleep.”
It was another loophole.
“YOU LOOK AMAZING.” HE GRABBED me, circling his hands on my hips as I walked out of the bathroom. “It’s a shame the bride is going to be pissed.”
My fingers smoothed down the front of his charcoal grey suit, admiring some amazing of my own. “Why would Lana be pissed?” I asked, staring down at my dress.
“Because when you walk in the room, no one is going to be able to keep their eyes off of you.” His eyes rolled over my body.
It was a nice touch and such a sweet thing to say.
If he’d been my boyfriend.
Which he wasn’t.
“Oh please.” I pushed his chest roughly. “I specifically chose this color so I wouldn’t stand out.”
My outfit was a stunning pale pink cocktail dress that fell to just above my knees. It was fitted but not too tight, tastefully dipping at the front to just tease at a hint of cleavage.
“It’s not the color you should be worried about.” His hands moved to the front of my dress, a finger trailing along the neckline. “It’s your body. I’m already hard.”
I laughed, finding it ridiculous that a dress I deemed conservative was turning him on. Not that the thought didn’t excite me; turning around and grinding against his hard-on as I inspected myself in the mirror. “Well, I’ll just have to do the best I can to remain inconspicuous. I’m sure I won’t be too difficult to ignore.”
He held me still, pressing the ridge of his cock against my ass. “That would be impossible.”
It was tempting to be late, to take off my troublesome dress and let him prove how impossible it would be. But I knew if we started, we wouldn’t stop, missing the wedding entirely which was the whole reason for my trip.
“We can argue about it later, let’s get going, I’ll even let you drive.”
He didn’t move, looking at me in the mirror. “In case I haven’t told you enough, you look beautiful. And I’m really glad I got to come here with you.”
