But he wasn’t interested in the view. He was only interested in the woman who occupied the room.
Justin went to her, standing behind her and resting his hands on her bare shoulders. Her skin was warm, smooth and soft and he stroked her there, his fingers trailing lightly.
“Your dress is amazing,” he murmured as he slid his hands over her slim shoulders. Her back was entirely exposed and the trailing, transparent long ties of her halter top hid the subtle sexiness.
It was extremely sexy. All of her exposed skin he wanted to touch, kiss and lick.
Lifting the ties of the halter, he draped them over her left shoulder, exposing the slender curve of her back. Her skin was smooth, lightly dotted with freckles and she shifted. Her shoulder blades showed sharp beneath her skin.
“I love it, too.” She paused, as if considering what she was going to say next. “I was disappointed earlier this evening because I didn’t think you were going to see me in it.”
And she’d wasted it on another man, too. Some blond asshole that looked too damn cocky for his own good. That guy had flirted with every single woman who passed him by. Justin had kept an eye on him the entire night.
He wanted to know who the jerk was and why Stephanie had accompanied him to the event. She’d brushed him off, told Justin the man didn’t mean anything to her but they’d spoken more than once throughout the evening. They’d even sat together for a while at the table with the skinny woman in the gold dress. That skinny woman had been vaguely familiar but from across the room he couldn’t quite place her.
It didn’t matter. Hell, none of it should matter considering he had Stephanie with him now.
“I’m glad I got to see you wear it,” he finally said, letting his fingers trail down the narrow column of her spine. She shivered beneath his touch, a harsh inhale sounding in the still room and his cock strained against the fly of his trousers.
He swallowed hard, praying for restraint. Always their lovemaking was too fast, too hurried, too out of control. Tonight he wanted to take his time, really take his time. He always swore he would, that he’d explore her body thoroughly and learn her every secret but he always became too anxious. Too eager to be inside her hot, tight pussy, buried balls deep and close to climax within minutes of being inside her.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on her. On the way he touched her, the way she reacted to him.
No, he didn’t want to rush this. They had a gorgeous—and very expensive—hotel room for the night. He wanted to take full advantage.
“Did you have this room prearranged Justin?”
He loved the way she said his name, she didn’t say it enough. “No. I got it right after I left the party.”
“They had a room available on a Saturday night?” She sounded surprised.
As if she didn’t believe him.
What the hell, did she think he had this room already scoped out so he could bring any female he happened to pick up at a charity event back up here?
What kind of player asshole did she really think he was?
Grasping her by the arms, he turned her around so she faced him, so she could see the sincerity in his eyes, on his face. “They have special rooms always set aside for VIP guests and well, I’m a VIP guest. So yes I got this room, tonight, just for us.”
She stared up at him, her lips trembling, her pretty sea-blue eyes wide. She didn’t say anything, she looked scared to death and he gave her a little shake.
“I’m only with you, Stephanie. I’m not seeing any other women. I’m not out there picking up random girls at charity galas for the love of God. I’m with you.”
“O—okay.” Her voice was shaky and she looked rattled by his words.
Justin gave her another little shake. “I have no interest in other women when I know I can have you.”
Her eyes softened and she pursed her lips, cocking her head to the side. “Oh Justin...”
“I mean it.” Hell yes, he meant it. Never before had he been so brutally honest with a woman and though his admission only scratched the surface in how he felt about Stephanie, at least he was making progress.
The doubt all over her face said so much though. Like maybe she didn’t believe him. Maybe she didn’t even believe in him. That thought alone almost brought him to his knees.
“I want to make love to you, Stephanie.” His voice was a harsh whisper and he smoothed a hand over her sleek hair, trailed a finger down her cheek. “All night long, naked in that big bed, exploring each other’s bodies.”
She released a shaky breath, her pupils dilating like they did when she was aroused and he knew he almost had her.
Taking a step closer he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above her ear, their bodies so close yet not touching.
“I can’t wait to bury myself in your tight pussy. Pound my cock inside you until the both of us come so hard we almost pass out,” he whispered just before he sunk his teeth into the fleshy part of her earlobe. She liked the dirty talk almost as much as he did and he knew it would get a reaction from her.
Her little cry sent a surge of pleasure straight through him and she reached out, her small hands clutching at his tuxedo jacket. She pushed and shoved, desperate to get the jacket off and he helped her, shrugging out of it with ease and letting it drop to the floor. He then turned her around so she faced the window and he stood behind her.
He realized they liked to get naked together in front of windows. Closet exhibitionists perhaps?
“Do you like it when I say those things to you?” He liked saying them, enjoyed watching that pleasure-filled expression cross her face and the way her body trembled beneath his touch. He bet if he reached between her legs she’d be wet. Drenched for him, slick and hot and ready to take all of him in one punishing stroke.
Sweat dotted his forehead and his hands went to the ties of her dress, slowly undoing the loose knot at her neck. “Do you want me to keep talking? Tell you what I plan on doing next?”
“Y—yes.” Her shaky voice urged him on, sent a bolt of white hot lightning through him. His cock was hard, more than ready to spring free but he needed to use restraint.
He needed to give her pleasure first.
Justin pushed the ties forward which caused the entire front of her dress to fall to her waist. He stood still and drank her in, watching her pink-tipped breasts rise and fall with her every rapid breath. Her nipples were hard, her skin flushed with a rosy glow but he held himself back. Let the anticipation grew.
He was a glutton for punishment.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
She nodded, her voice choking as she gasped out an unintelligible word.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Stephanie?” He knew where he wanted to touch her.
All over. Everywhere.
“My breasts.” She breathed deep, it seemed it took a lot out of her to say that and he did as she asked, curving his hands around the weighty globes.
He filled his palms with them, squeezing and kneading yet not touching her nipples.
She’d have to ask for that. He was going to make her ask for everything tonight. After everything that happened earlier, if she really wanted him, she’d have to prove it.
“You want more?”
“Y—yes.” She leaned against him, her body molding to his and he waited for her to speak.
“What else do you want?” He felt cruel but he was torturing himself, too. Holding back like this was testing his patience.
“Touch my nipples, Justin. Please.” Her breathy, begging little whisper almost did him in but he held back and allowed his fingers to brush against those hard little nubs. Savoring the tiny moan that escaped her when he did.
“You want me to pinch them?”
“Oh, yes.”
He drew his index finger and thumb together and pulled and tugged, harder and harder with each touch until she cried out. He knew she liked it a little rough, a little painful when he pl
ayed with her nipples and the way her body shuddered told him she liked it.
Loved it.
He hoped she’d love what he was about to do to her even more.
Chapter Sixteen
What Justin was doing to her was absolute, pure torture. Driving her mad with teasing touches, making her ask when he knew full well exactly what she wanted.
He always knew just how to touch her, just how to kiss her and stroke her and make her come in an instant. But tonight he was practically making her beg for it.
And the sick and twisted thing? She liked it.
Withdrawing from her, he reached for her hand and led her to the bed. They stopped at the end and he released her hand, nodding toward her.
“Take off your dress.” His expression was serious, unreadable. The only way she knew he was aroused was by the light in his eyes and the way they flared when they lit upon her.
She did as he asked, shedding the dress with one push, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side. Her hands went to the flimsy waistband of her panties but he stopped her with a low growl.
“Leave those on.” His voice was gravelly, rough with desire and she felt a fresh surge of moisture between her legs.
Letting her hands fall, she stood practically naked while he was still fully clothed. His tie was undone, still dangling from around his neck and a couple of buttons were undone on his shirt as well. Revealing his tanned chest and the light dusting of dark curling hair there. He was drop dead gorgeous, elegant even and he looked so powerful. She suddenly felt awfully small.
Even though he was practically twice her size, she knew he would never hurt her and she trusted him.
Trusted also that he was about to bring her immense pleasure.
“Lie down on the bed, Stephanie.” His voice was a quiet command, he knew she would do as he told her, and she did. She crawled on top of the bed and sprawled on her back in the middle of it, arms and legs spread.
She watched him watch her, the way his eyes raked over her body, his nostrils flaring the slightest bit. He appeared completely and utterly in control and she felt like she was about to fall apart. Her legs trembled, heck her entire body trembled and her nipples were so hard they ached. The ache between her legs was calling for him too, her clit throbbing and she was more than ready for him to fill her with his thick cock.
From the look on Justin’s face, she had a feeling he was going to take his sweet time.
“No bra?” A dark brow lifted and he slipped his hands in his pockets, looking as casual as he pleased.
“Did you see the way the dress was made?” She rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling a little sassy. “I couldn’t wear one if I wanted to.”
“Nice panties though.” His gaze settled on the spot between her legs, devouring her with his eyes. “I can see right through them.”
With a smile, she spread her legs wider. “Like what you see?”
He swallowed. She saw the bob of his Adam’s apple and his hands tightened into fists, she could tell even though they were in his pockets. “I always like what I see.”
“Then why don’t you come over here and check it out up close?”
Even with the injured knee, the man was fast and before she could barely finish her sentence, he was on the bed, hovering above her. He stared into her eyes, a hand drifting across her forehead, smoothing the stray hairs away and he bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
So different from the sexual attack her body had been prepared for. Not that she was complaining. His hand drifted, his fingers trailing along her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts. She held her breath until he finally touched her sensitive nipples, his fingers teasing, circling each one and she arched into his hands.
With a smile, he dipped over her, licking first at one nipple, then the other. His big hands cupped her breasts, bringing them close together so he could alternate drawing each nipple into his mouth and she groaned.
“I could suck your nipples all night,” he murmured against her flesh and she thrilled at his words.
Would he start talking dirty to her again? God, she hoped so.
And was she brave enough to return the favor? She’d always thought it was kind of silly, had giggled more than once when men of her past had encouraged her to give it a try. She could never take it seriously, always felt phony when she tried.
But she wanted to try with Justin. Had a feeling it would only heighten the experience.
He’d adjusted himself so that he was above her, his hands braced on either side of her as his mouth blazed a trail across her quivering stomach. He kissed and licked her there, coming closer and closer to where she really wanted him and she stretched her arms above her head, clutching at a pillow.
“Are you wet baby?” He glanced up, the expression on his face smoldering, so sexy it almost singed her panties right off.
Stephanie nodded in response and he tsked, shaking his head. “You need to tell me, Stephanie. Are you wet?”
“Yes.” And she just grew even wetter.
Rolling to her side, he propped himself on his elbow and rested his big hand flat against her belly. “You want me to touch you there?”
“Justin.” She sounded so eager, desperate really and she felt desperate, too. He wanted her to talk, the naughty glint in his eyes said he enjoyed tormenting her but she just didn’t know if she had it in her.
“Tell me, babe. Let me know what you want.”
“You know what I want.” He always knew what she wanted.
“But I want to hear you say it.” He smiled, the bastard, and she drew in a deep breath, searching for the courage to just blurt it out.
“I want you to lick my pussy.” There. She said it. And instead of feeling goofy for doing so, her skin got all hot and itchy and the look in Justin’s eyes said it all.
He wanted to lick her pussy, too. And he was more than happy to oblige.
* * *
Damn, it was hot, hearing Stephanie say that. She looked like a goddess, sprawled across the bed, her nipples still wet from his mouth, the little sliver of silvery lace that barely covered her pussy driving him nuts.
Justin could see right through it, the shadow of dark pubic hair that covered her mound, a hint of glistening pink. She was wet for him, he knew she would be and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of her sweet flesh.
Sliding further down, he positioned himself between her legs, slinging first one slender leg, then the other over his shoulders. The scent of her arousal hit him, strong and fragrant and he breathed deep, his mouth practically watering.
He loved going down on her, enjoyed how responsive she was, the way she always creamed when he touched her. The hard little nub of her clit, pulsing when she was so close to climax and the clench of her pussy when he drove his fingers deep inside her.
It was almost as good as making love to her.
She watched him with those big blue eyes and she sucked on her lower lip, her teeth nibbling. Her mouth drove him crazy too, those lush lips, the way she kissed him, the way they felt when they were wrapped tight around his cock.
Jesus, he could blow his wad just thinking about it. He needed to get down to business.
He drew a finger down the front of her panties and she shivered. The lacy fabric was soaked, he felt the hard button of her clit beneath his fingertip and he ran his finger up and down, around and around.
A low moan escaped her and she slumped against the bed, her eyes sliding closed. He took his time, teasing her, teasing himself, enjoying the anticipation of finally exposing her to his gaze, his mouth.
He nudged the fabric aside and licked, circling his tongue around her clit, wrapping his lips around it. Her heady cream melted on his tongue, musky sweet and he licked again. Pushing the fabric out of his way as much as he could, he dove deeper between her legs.
Her legs spread wider and he slipped a hand beneath her ass, holding her to him. He thrust his tongue into her entrance and it fluttered around him, tr
ying to suck him in even further.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, her hips thrusting and he knew she was already close.
“You taste so good.” He licked her again, long and slow, drawing another moan out of her and he lapped at her as if she was his favorite treat.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her hands settling on his head and her fingers threaded through his hair.
As if he could. His cock was hard and aching beneath the zipper of his pants, more than eager to jump inside her but first this was all about her.
He was going to make her come so hard she’d be thanking him when it was over. He wanted to show her just how much she meant to him, how much he enjoyed pleasuring her.
Never before had he felt such pleasure in only giving pleasure.
“You want me to use my fingers, Stephanie? Or just my tongue?” He licked at her clit again, noticed it was bigger, pulsing and he knew she was even closer.
As if she hung right on the edge.
“Yes,” she choked out, barely able to speak.
“Yes what?” He teased her with the tip of his index finger, nudging her clit, sliding his finger through her folds.
“Use your fingers, Justin. Please.”
Without another word he thrust first one, then two fingers deep inside her, felt her clench and flutter. He slowly started to pump, drawing her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
She moved against him, her hips gyrating, the little pants coming from her yet another indication. And then she cried out, her fingers tugging hard on his hair, her entire body trembling with her orgasm. She came and came, her cream thick and luscious and he licked it up, gentling her with his mouth before he finally withdrew his fingers.
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