Opening Up

by Lauren Dane

  She gasped and shivered as he grazed the nipple with his teeth and then kissed his way over to her other breast to do the same there.

  When she writhed, he lost a lot of his control as the scalding hot seam of her pussy slid against his cock.

  He backed up a little, going to his knees between her thighs. This way she was wide open to him and he could get a look or a touch or a kiss of his favorite parts of her body.

  She gazed up at him, her breath coming a little faster, lips glossy and swollen from sucking his cock and all those kisses.

  He grabbed his cock at the root and slid the beads in his piercing and the head of his cock over her clit.

  She sucked in a breath.

  He did it again and then gave her clit a parting tap with his piercing. Her gaze blurred a moment and she got hotter and wetter against his cock.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Next time I want you to tell me, understand? I try something new and it revs you up, I want to know.” He tapped harder, and then once more. “I’ll be able to tell, of course. You’re so wet right now, just waiting for me to put my cock inside.” He dipped the head, brushing it against her entrance and having to shiver himself at how fucking good it felt. At how much control he had to use to keep from plunging inside.

  “I’ll know, but I want you to tell me.”

  Her gaze sharpened and that light came into it. A challenge. Damn it, she pushed his buttons. All the good ones.

  Grinning, he shimmied down, ignoring her attempts to get him back to where he’d been. He spread her labia wide and took a lick and then another because she tasted so good. He played his tongue along the underside of her clit until she got very close and moved to her thigh, kissing and nibbling, and then over to the other side.

  “You hate me!”

  Laughing, he bent his head and as he held her open wide, sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked it slow. Over and over, in and out until she slammed a hand to the bed.

  “I really like this part,” she said right as she came.

  Christ, she made him laugh.

  He got up and settled on his back on the bed and she joined him, snuggling on her side facing him, licking up his neck.

  “Liked what part? Coming or pussy eating?”

  She paused, thinking. “Well, I certainly like to come as a result of some excellent pussy eating. Pussy eating is certainly more pleasurable when there’s a climax involved. But I like coming from all sorts of sex-related type activities, just for future reference.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Climb aboard.”

  “I’m hot for you, I can’t lie. Well, I mean, your face was just buried in my pussy, so I suppose that was a clue. Anyway, like I said, I’m totally down with this, but I don’t fuck without condoms. Just a rule.”

  “Good. Neither do I. But I’m not going to fuck you. Just yet.”

  He dug that she respected herself enough to demand protection. He most certainly did. It went hand in hand with the challenge in her eyes and the way she seemed so gloriously at home in her sensual skin.

  She rolled up to her knees, throwing one over his waist to settle herself against him.

  She bent to kiss him, nibbling his earlobes and getting off on the way his breath caught. The power of affecting a man like this one roared through her as she backed up and slid herself over his cock. “Do you know how ridiculous you are?”

  “In a good way or a bad one? Oh fuck yes, grind that pussy on me.”

  “Well.” She paused to do it again, sliding her pussy up and down the line of his cock, closing her eyes as the bloom of pleasure spread from her clit outward each time the beads on his piercing and the crown of his cock stroked over her. This was a million and a half times better than masturbating any other way. She wished she could just go into Babeland and buy an Asa for herself to keep around the next time she got horny.

  “I’ll need to add dirty talk to the ridiculous list,” PJ said. “A good one, obviously, because if it was bad I wouldn’t be getting you all wet right now.”

  “I’m glad you have standards to go with all your other positive attributes.”

  He could be all dark and broody one moment and then make her laugh the next. There was something so exciting about being with him.

  She began to ride him for real, undulating her hips as she moved her body up and back on her calves, her hands braced at his hips.

  “You’re ridiculous because you’re so sexy and hot. An alpha male who rides motorcycles and drives a cool car. You’re covered in ink and muscles; you’ve got tall, dark, and dangerous down pat. I never gave much thought to size. Probably because no one came to the table with what you do. However, I plan to look into the whole idea of being a size queen. Because yeah, I like what you’re packing.”

  She bent to kiss him quickly but he caught her lip between his teeth and tugged. “Make yourself come once more and then I’ll fuck you.”

  There were literally zero flaws with that plan.

  Two years before, with a long-term boyfriend, PJ had gotten herself off in front of him and he’d sort of… judged her for it. Like hello, she’d had his cock in her how many times and he was judgy about the fact that she knew how to make herself come?

  She pushed the memory from her head because she knew for sure that this man thought it was hot. So there.

  Levering so that her hands rested behind her, on his thighs, she rubbed herself along the line of his cock over and over. He felt so good, his gaze roaming all over her body, his cock hard and delicious against her clit each time. She knew it wouldn’t be long.

  “That’s it, fuck. So gorgeous. Take what you need, PJ. Yeah.”

  After she’d come a few more times and slept, she’d be able to contemplate all the ways Asa was sexy, including his mouth. Right then, though, he put his hands on her and she forgot everything else.

  He rolled and tugged her nipples as she ground herself against him, his gaze moving from her face to her tits, down to where her body slid over his cock again and again.

  She made a sound she hadn’t even known she could make, a low moan that seemed to drag from her gut slow and hard right as she came all over his cock.

  Asa shook it off. Cast off the feeling that this woman wasn’t the same as anyone else in ways he maybe hadn’t really considered. He knew it, and he knew this was inadvisable, but he had no plans to stop now. The problem might be how to stop later. But for right now, he planned to gorge himself on her.

  He waited until the last wave of her climax hit, then shifted to grab the condom he’d tucked under her pillow when he’d taken off his jeans.

  When he turned, she watched through half-lidded eyes. Asa liked this part, when a woman was boneless with pleasure and he was about to make her feel even better.

  “Hands and knees.”

  She stirred lazily but got into place with his hand at her hip.

  “Wait. I want to see you put the condom on over the piercing. I should know this. For future reference.”

  He pushed her to her back and she smiled so beautifully up at him he had to pause just a moment to take her in.

  “I really just wanted to look at your cock with that piercing again. But I’ll happily watch you hold it while you put the condom on.”

  He barked a laugh, leaning down to kiss her because there was nothing else to do but taste that sweetness.

  “You put it on then.”

  “Okay.” She lost that laziness as she got to her knees and took the condom, ripping it open. Bending, she peered close as she slid it around the barbell and then down into place. “I told you already how hot that is, right? Probably a lot. But yeah. Wow.”

  He traced the pad of his thumb over her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. His balls tightened against his body.

  “Head down. Ass up.”

  She nibbled on his thumb before letting go and doing as he’d said.

  He paused to look his fill at all that beauty before
him. Acres of beautiful skin, all her ink, the curve and sway of her body.

  And the furls of her pussy bared to his gaze and attention. He moved close enough to grasp the base of his cock and tease through those wet folds until she made a demanding little sigh and thrust herself back at him.

  This heart of a woman was it, as far as Asa was concerned. But nothing prepared him for the way it felt as he slowly pushed into her body and the heat and snugness of her pussy brought sweat beading across his forehead.

  He groaned as her inner walls gripped him, and that was before she groaned like she’d never felt better in her life.

  “Don’t make me do all the work.”

  She didn’t say anything, but clearly she’d heard him because she pushed herself back against him, meeting his thrust.

  Each time he slid all the way inside, she made a sound. A deliciously-on-the-verge-of-orgasm, oh-god-fuck-me-harder sound that shredded the very last bit of his control.

  He pushed a little harder and the sound she made was deeper and she fluttered all around his cock.

  “Tell me.”

  “Fuck me harder.”

  He sucked in a breath and began to fuck her harder, digging deep each time she pushed back that extra bit. He bent a little, bracing his weight on one hand as he reached around her body to find her clit with the other.

  No protests that she couldn’t. Instead her inner muscles contracted around his cock the moment he made contact with his fingertips.

  She added a little swivel each time she pushed back to meet him, so Asa let that be the strokes against her clit. She set the pace for that while he continued to fuck her, each stroke a little harder, a little deeper.

  A breath separated him from orgasm, and when she cried out and gripped him tight, there was nothing but falling into climax right along with her as he stayed deep.

  After what felt like a never-ending orgasm, he pulled out carefully, kissing her hip as he got out of bed to deal with the condom.

  She’d gotten back into a T-shirt and her panties when he came back. “Now I’m really hungry. I have pie. I just remembered that. My mom made it.” She paused to kiss him as she walked back out into the main area of the apartment.

  Okay then. He pulled his jeans on and headed out after her.

  CHAPTER

  Eight

  Come again?” PJ asked her father.

  “We’ve decided you need to return to your position as vice president of sales. Colman has no need to expand our services with painting. It’s not what we do. We can’t mass-produce it. We make tires and we make a very healthy profit selling them. That’s what we do.”

  He hadn’t asked her to explain any of her ideas. Hadn’t commented on anything, and this was the first he’d spoken of it since she’d brought it up two months before.

  She hardened herself. Letting any of them know how upset she was wouldn’t help. Chances were it would do the opposite. Plus, she had enough pride not to let it show, damn it.

  “Dad, we don’t have to mass-produce it. It’s not what we do now, no. That’s the point. It doesn’t have to be. It makes us a profit and it’s about cars. That’s our mission, that’s the heart of Colman. Why not let me have this as something I bring to the table? I have a client base. You’ve seen the numbers. I’ve spent the last two years learning and honing my technique. I have a portfolio, if you’d like to see.” Why couldn’t he let her have this one thing? This thing she’d thought of and made into a success? This thing that would make him finally realize she was as worthy as her other siblings and not just some silly flake.

  “I said no, Penelope Jean, and I don’t want to hear anything else about it. And I don’t want you wasting company time to go to these classes of yours.”

  It would have been dramatic to say it felt as if her heart was breaking. In truth, he’d done that a long time ago, and she hated to hear herself begging for just a scrap of his attention.

  “I’ve never wasted Colman money. I’ve paid for these classes and tutorials myself. I take them on vacation days or at night and the weekends. This doesn’t steal from Colman. This makes us stronger and better.”

  Julie spoke up. “She’s right. This is a very profitable thing for Colman to do. By splitting her existing clients between Shawn and Jay, we keep the profit she made. Which means what she brings in is all new profit. All new revenue stream. And more clients who turn to Colman when they need services.”

  Shawn rapped the table. “I agree.”

  “You don’t have a vote, Shawn.” Their uncle shrugged.

  “This is my company too. This is something I can do to make Colman mine. Put a stamp on it.” She appealed directly to her father. Jay would land wherever the power was, and she knew where Fee stood.

  Fee interrupted before her father could speak. “You don’t need to do it. You have a job here. Do that one.”

  PJ sighed. She’d spent the last few days really thinking about what she’d do when and if this happened. She’d spent the night before with her sister drinking Cuba Libres in the bar at John Howie Steak as Julie had listened, offered advice, and steered PJ around the more disastrous options.

  “And that’s your final answer on this issue, then?” She looked back and forth between her father, uncle, and oldest brother.

  Jay’s gaze held a warning. He knew her better than their father and uncle. Knew what she was going to do.

  “You are putting your mark on Colman Enterprises, Penelope Jean. Your mother and I worried about you when you dropped out of college, but since then you’ve really buckled down and made something of yourself. You don’t need to paint things. You already do all our logos. That’s enough.”

  All her life she’d taken the scraps he’d tossed her way and pretended they were enough. But this time, this time they weren’t.

  “No. It isn’t enough.” PJ stood up. “I quit.”

  She didn’t stop walking, even when Jay yelled her name.

  Shawn caught up with her as she dropped her keycard and keys in the inbox on her desk.

  Though no one had noticed, she’d been taking home little bits and pieces of her stuff over the last two weeks because she’d really begun to feel like it was going to come to this. So she didn’t have much but a small box of her things under her arm.

  “Let me walk you out. Julie says she’ll talk to you tonight; she’s yelling at Jay right now.” Shawn took the box and put his free arm around her shoulder. “Big move you just made in there.”

  “She’s really yelling at Jay? Can I watch?”

  “No. She can get to him in ways none of us can. Anyway, you made your point, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Fee stunned speechless. I owe you a really good bottle of wine for that moment.” Shawn kissed the top of her head and waved off people who wanted to approach her and talk about what had happened.

  Outside, he opened her trunk and put the box inside before getting her door. “You can do this, you know. I’d rather you do it here. And I think that’s still going to happen. You know where I am. If you need money—”

  PJ hugged her brother. “I’m totally good. Being the Colman black sheep means I save lots of money not buying ball gowns or estates on the water.” She grinned. “Really. I have money in the bank, and though I’ve billed these jobs through Colman, I have a full schedule for the next few months. I’m building this business. I wanted it to be with Colman, but whichever way, it’s me.”

  “Okay then, do it hard-core, Penny-Lope.” He winked. “I believe in you. I also believe the monthly dinner is going to be super fun now. Let’s you, me, and Julie meet for drinks before we go over there.”

  She smiled at Shawn. “You’re so sweet. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  When she drove away, though she was sad about how her father had reacted, she was proud she’d stood up and refused to be pushed aside.

  Now she had to prove herself on her own.

  Asa had been bent over his workbench when her legs caught his attention. Penelope Jean C
olman in the flesh. She walked his way, her hair up in a high ponytail swaying in time with the switch in her hips.

  Damn, she looked good. And thanks to that night two weeks before, he knew what she looked like naked, bent over things while he took her from behind, and what she looked like on her knees.

  She dropped her sunglasses into a case and replaced them with her prescription glasses and gave him one of those smiles of hers. “Afternoon, Asa Barrons. I came to collect an ice cream and to drop off an invoice.”

  Like apple pie and coffee with a dollop of bourbon. Yes, that was PJ.

  He needed to deal with the invitation in her eyes, and needed to do it right, because he liked her and he liked the work she did for them. And because he wasn’t a dick.

  “Drop off your invoice with Lottie. I’ll grab us some ice cream. Meet me in my office.”

  He watched her walk away and then gave himself a stern lecture.

  Still, though he was sure their conversation was going to be unpleasant, he found himself hurrying along to see her.

  Then stood in his doorway looking for a moment.

  She glanced up from her phone, sliding it back into her bag, giving him her total attention. He had to admit he loved that. Most people talked to you with a phone they half watched while they spoke. Asa found that disrespectful, though Duke just told him he was old-fashioned and to deal with it.

  “What did you bring me?”

  He held out two ice cream bars, not surprised at all when she took the dark chocolate dipped in dark chocolate. She had a decadent side. Sexy as hell.

  Wrong direction! He needed to gut up and get this said, and he might never get to that point if he kept up those sorts of thoughts.

  She took a bite and closed her eyes with a pleased hum. “This is the best thing about today. Thanks.”

  He leaned against the corner of his desk, his legs stretched out. They also blocked her exit, which was not what he should have been doing, but whatever, he was tall. He had to stretch his legs sometimes, didn’t he?