Her smile widened, and she arched an eyebrow at him. ‘And how will you do that, sir?’
He laughed, cocking his eyebrow up. ‘I can tell you but I’d rather just show you.’
She kissed him. ‘What did you mean last night….a new world of pleasure?’
He smiled. ‘Forgive my assumption but something tells me you’ve never been made love to the way a beautiful, exciting woman like you should be. Am I wrong?’
She smiled slightly. ‘Until last night.’
He chuckled, kissing her to thank her for the compliment. His lips moved to her ear. ‘That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you, my beautiful Jess.’
Sharp spikes of pleasure jagged through her at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed up at him, into those gorgeous green eyes. She touched his face gently, noticing the strong jaw, the aquiline nose, the dark, thick eyelashes. His expression, she realised, could look so hard, almost dangerous but when he looked at her…
Theo slid his arms under her and lifted her onto the counter, his lips seeking hers. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid the shirt from her shoulders. Reaching down, she cupped the hard length of his cock through the jogging pants – Christ, he was so big, and under her touch, growing bigger and harder every moment. He grinned at her, a lazy, love-drunk look in his eyes as she slipped her hands inside his pants and freed his cock, her hands working up and down it. Theo nipped her earlobe with his teeth.
‘Lay back for me, beautiful…’
She did as he asked and felt him push her legs apart, his big fingers spread the lips of her sex, tease her with the tip of his cock. Theo pressed his lips against her belly, his tongue tracing circles around her navel, making her moan with pleasure. She heard his low chuckle.
‘Sensitive belly, huh?’
She nodded, too lost in desire to speak. Theo buried his face in her belly again, just briefly, before pushing her legs open as wide they would go. He slid his cock into her slowly – too slowly – grinning as she gasped with anticipation. He pushed himself into her until their hips ground together and as he began to thrust, he kissed her.
‘I love your belly,’ he told her, ‘it’s the softest, most sensual, most fuckable belly in the world.’
His thumb stroked her belly then dipped into the hollow of her navel and began to mimic the thrust of his cock, finger-fucking her belly-button. Jess groaned at the sweet pain of his thumb pressing into her flesh and Theo smiled triumphant.
‘That’s it, Jessie, let go now…let yourself go…’
He was fucking her so hard, it shook a glass from the counter but neither of them paid any heed to the glass shattering on the floor. Theo groaned as he neared his peak, burying his face in her neck.
‘I’m going to come on that beautiful belly of yours,’ he whispered and she moaned so beautifully he laughed aloud. ‘You like that, don’t you?’
She nodded and then her body tensed and jerked with her orgasm. Theo pulled out and came, shooting thick streams of cum onto her belly, groaning with his own climax. Not letting her catch her breath – he was getting good at that – he swept her from the counter and carried her back into the bedroom. He lay her on her stomach and covered her body with his. He took her buttocks in his hands, parting them gently. Jess was gasping, shaking, still trying to catch her breath when he whispered in her ear, his voice a sensual purr.
‘May I?’
Breathless, she nodded then moaned as he slowly pushed into her ass. Pain shot through her but unexpected pleasure, a new kind of thrill. Theo moved, slowly, expertly as yet another orgasm shivered through her body and finally he came too, collapsing down on top of her, panting, his body weight heavy on her.
‘God, I could fuck you forever, Jessie,’ he murmured into her ear and deftly flipped her onto her back so he could look at her. Her skin was flushed pink, her dark hair matted to her skin with sweat. Theo looked down at her. ‘Are you in this with me, Jessie?’
Staring up into his eyes, Jessica Wood could do nothing but nod. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Much later, famished, they ate the cold pancakes and took a long, hot shower together. Jess bunched up her underwear and stuffed it in her bag, slipping her dress back on. Theo, dressing, watched her amused. ‘So I’m supposed to think about anything else but the fact you’re naked under there?’
She grinned and flashed him, making him laugh and reach for her. She skipped out of his way and darted into the living room, giggling. Theo with his pants halfway up his legs stumbled after her, arms outstretched, moaning like a zombie. He caught her and tumbled with her onto the sofa. Jess was laughing uncontrollably, the tears pouring down her face, and he kissed them away.
Jess caught her breath. ‘You are a CEO, Mr Storm, such behaviour is frowned upon.’ Theo grinned, his hands sliding under her dress and she smacked them away playfully. ‘And you are insatiable.’
A cell-phone started squawking from the bedroom, and reluctantly, they both got up to check.
‘Mine,’ said Jess and Theo watched as her lovely face clouded as she noted who was calling. She glanced at him apologetically. ‘I have to take this, it’s family.’
Theo nodded. ‘Of course.’ He left the bedroom to her to give her privacy. Whoever it was on the phone – she didn’t really want to talk to them, he guessed. The stricken look on her face when she’d registered who was calling…hell, if anyone dared upset his girl…
Wow. His girl. Theo went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Really, man, your girl? This fast? Theo clenched his jaw, trying to think straight. She had completely enraptured him; all of his focus in the last – he checked his watch – eighteen hours had been on her and now, yeah, he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
And yet, he knew next to nothing about her except she worked or studied at the college and that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. That soft honey-colored skin, those deep, deep brown eyes, that full, blush-pink mouth, her low throaty voice…damn…
He heard her talking now, her voice raised and he edge closer to the door, unable to stop himself snooping.
‘No…no, fuck you, you don’t get to run my life, Jules. No…’ She sounded upset now, her voice breaking a little. Theo went to the door of the bedroom. She was turned away from him and he could see her shoulders shaking, her head bent low.
‘It’s none of your business where I am….how the hell did you even know I wasn’t at home? Jesus, why can’t you leave me alone?’
A sob now and her entire body slumped. Theo marched into the room and with one arm, swept her into a hug and with his free hand, took the phone from her.
‘Call her again and I’ll end you, motherfucker.’ Theo shut off the phone and held the trembling Jess in his arms. He heard her sob twice then stop, taking in deep breaths. She pulled away, turning to wipe her face with her hands.
‘I’m so sorry about that,’ she said, her voice trembling.
‘Who was that?’
She tried to smile. ‘My step-brother. He’s…a little bit of a control freak.’
Theo had the feeling she wasn’t telling him the whole story but studying her, he knew if he pressed her at this moment, she would clam up. There was plenty of time, he decided. She would tell him what she needed to when she needed to and when she did, he would do everything in his powerful to make things right for her.
It was then Theo Storm realised that he’d fallen for this tiny, beautiful mystery of a woman. It took his breath away – she took his breath away.
He stroked the back of his hand down her face. ‘Jessie…would you spend the day with me?’
She hesitated, gazing up at him, the looked away. ‘I would honestly love to…but I have to get back to my apartment.’
Theo swallowed his disappointment. ‘Your step-brother?’
She made a disgusted noise. ‘Regardless of what Jules thinks, I’m not at his beck and call. No, I have someone at home I have
to care for.’
‘Kid?’
She smiled, shaking her head, amused at the worried look on his face. ‘Dog.’
His expression cleared and he smiled. ‘Please don’t judge me for that. But hey, look, I’ll drive you home – we can still hang out, right?’
Jess smiled but glanced around her surroundings. Her tiny studio was a world away from this place. Theo saw her expression and took her in his arms.
‘Whatever it is that concerns you…please don’t give it another thought. All this is just window dressing – really, it’s the company’s apartment really. I just use it when I stay in the city. I have a much, much smaller home out on Bainbridge Island.’
Jess nodded. That explained the lack of home comforts, she thought, but still…her place was clean, tidy and as comfortable as she could afford to make it but…
Theo kissed her forehead. ‘Jessie, you could live in a cardboard box with a tin can for a shower and I’d still want to hang out with you.’
She kept her expression blank and said in a monotone. ‘I actually live under a bridge.’
Theo pretended to consider then held out his hand. ‘Well, it’s been good to meet you but this is goodbye.’ He smiled before he reached the end of the sentence and Jess giggled, punching his arm. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her until her head swam. Theo gave a deep sigh and rested his head on the top of hers. ‘Could your dog wait a half hour?’
She giggled and extracted herself, tugging him to his feet. ‘Come on, Casanova, take me home.’
Back in her apartment, Theo had greeted her German Shepard, Stan, like an old friend and was, even now, play-wrestling with the dog on the floor of her tiny studio. She watched them both, grinning widely as they played like puppies. An overexcited Stan backed into the small table holding her some of her books and knocked them over. Theo stopped and both he and the dog looked so guilty that she burst out laughing.
She tugged Theo to his feet and moved to pick her books up. He helped her, reading through the titles as he did, commenting. ‘Loved this. And this. Couldn’t get to grips with this, though,’ he said, holding up a book by the latest literary phenomenon, ‘Are about you?’
She shook her head. ‘Turgid. I’ve tried twice now and just…nope.’
Theo smiled and sat down on the sofa bed that took up a great deal of the room. He looked around the small living area, dominated by books and art prints, paper, soft pastels and watercolors in small tubes spread across the table, pencil sketches Jess had been toying around with. He picked up a couple and studied them. Jess watched him nervously. He smiled at her.
‘These are incredibly good. Do you sell your art?’
She shook her head. ‘I just play around, really. My work is mostly in art restoration; not that I’ve been working on anything big, just a few minor pieces at the university. But no, to answer your question, I’m not nearly good enough to sell.’ She patted Stan as she spoke, suddenly shy.
‘I disagree,’ Theo said softly and she flushed.
‘Thank you.’
He took her in his arms. ‘And I love your place. Reminds me of mine on Bainbridge.’
Jess looked askance, disbelieving. ‘Uh-huh okay.’
Theo laughed. ‘I will take you there and you’ll see what I mean. You and Stan. There’s a good sized garden he can run around to his heart’s content – and he’ll have a pal. I have an English Cocker spaniel. She’s called Monty.’
‘She’s called Monty?’
‘Blame my four-year-old nephew.’ It was the first time he’d mentioned any of his family and Jess wanted to ask him more but then he kissed her, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her down onto the sofa and she forgot everything else.
This time she didn’t stop his hands as they slid under her dress but just as he began to slide two fingers in and out of her, her gasps of pleasure brought a bout of barking from Stan which made them both collapse into laughter but when he’d calmed down, they tried again Instantly the dog started barking. Jess sighed
‘Moment’s over,’ she giggled as Theo defeated, sat up, shaking his head in mock disgust. Stan, unrepentant, and triumphant went to curl up in his basket, a huge doggy grin on his face. Theo swept a finger down Jess’s cheek.
‘So, you know how I was telling you about my place on Bainbridge…yeah, the bedrooms have doors.’ He pretended to scowl at Stan, which made Jess giggle again. She wrapped her arms around him.
‘Well, Mr Billionaire, if you have fancy things like doors, how can I resist?’
He caught her lips with his, kissing her until her head spun. ‘And when we get there, Miss Wood, I’m going to begin your education in love-making the Storm way…’
She moaned with pleasure as he kissed her throat and Theo chuckled. ‘The sooner we get to my place and I’m inside you the better as far as I’m concerned…’
She gave a breathless laugh. ‘You are a machine, Theodore Storm…’
He sat in the car parked across the street from her apartment and watched her leave with a tall guy he didn’t recognise. Jealousy, rage curled in his gut as Julién Gachet watched his step-sister, his Jessica, as she talked and laughed with this stranger. When the man bent his head to kiss her, Jules’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Whore. She knew what happened when she dared to defy him, betray him. Jessica had belonged to him the moment his father had introduced him to her and her mother, back when Jessie was a kid, just a teenager. Jules always got what he wanted and he had wanted her from the start. Her frightened eyes when he crept into her room at night and put a hand over her mouth. Shhh shhh, little Jess…
Now, watching her kiss this other man, this stranger, this bastard, her glorious body against his, Jules’s anger consumed him. She would be reminded, he decided, reminded who she belonged to, who owned every cell in her beautiful body.
And if she would not fall in line, then she would have to die…
Play With Me Part 2
Stormfronts
By Michelle Love
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Theo watched her from the door. Christ, she was so beautiful, he couldn’t get enough of just looking at her. There were the times when her hair brushed his arm, or she’d reach up for something and her t-shirt would ride up, revealing a long expanse of her soft belly. His cock would harden and it would all that he could do to stop himself taking her there and then.
Now, though - and he grinned to himself - the other patrons of the coffee house where Jess Wood worked might object to the live sex show.
‘Hey again.’ Her voice broke through his reverie and he realised he had been blocking the door of the coffee shop. He stepped aside to let an elderly couple in – they smiled and nodded their thanks.
Jess smiled at him from behind the counter. She was already fixing his coffee the way she knew he liked it – Americano with an extra shot.
‘Hello to you, beautiful. Thank you.’ He leaned over the counter to kiss her as she slid the cup over to him. He took a sip, the hot liquid burning his tongue. He enjoyed the quick wash of pain. He put the cup down. ‘As always, perfect.’ He smiled. ‘How are you today?’
‘Much the same as yesterday,’ she grinned. ‘Can I persuade you to try a muffin today?’ She always asked and he always politely refused. He liked the fact she was trying to make a joke between them, it felt strangely intimate, even if it was just about baked goods. It was their ‘thing’. Theo chuckled at the thought and told her.
‘Funny,’ she murmured and leaned over to whisper in his ear,’ I thought our thing was fucking each other senseless.’
Theo laughed, caught her mouth with his. ‘You shouldn’t say stuff like that when we’re not alone.’
Jess glanced up at the clock on the wall. Ten of seven. The coffee house would close at seven and then they could go back to his place or her place and get very, very naked…
Theo was watching her, a knowing look in his eyes. For a long moment, their eyes locked, a silent communication.
‘You have no idea what I’m going to do to you tonight, Jessica.’ Theo’s voice was low, steady and he watched as her cheeks grew pink, her eyes wide and excited.
Ten minutes later, she locked the door and pulled down the shades. Theo stood in the middle of the room, watching her. She lowered the shades on all of the windows, turned off all the lamps so that only the glow from the coffee machines lit the room.
‘Stay where you are,’ Theo ordered as she started to move toward him. She did as she was told, smiling, her eyes soft with desire as he stalked around slowly. He circled her once then nodded toward her.
‘Take your shirt off – slowly. Then your bra.’
She pulled the shirt over her head, unhook her bra, dropping them both to the floor, and stood waiting, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Theo moved to face her, tracing the shape of her lips with the pad of his thumb then running it gently down her body, between her breasts, over her stomach until it rested in her navel. Jess was trembling now and Theo grinned as he saw the arousal in her eyes. His hand drifted down under her denim skirt, brushing her inner thigh. He was gratified at her sharp intake of breath but took his hand away, moving to unbuckle his belt and removed it. He pulled her hands behind her back and bound them with the leather, his lips against her soft throat.
‘Jessie,’ he murmured, ‘If you want me to stop…’
‘No,’ she interrupted him and he chuckled, straightening so he could into her eyes.
‘Let me finish, beautiful,’ he said gently, his clear green eyes locked onto hers. ‘we are going to do some things you might find….challenging. I’ll promise you two things – I will not hurt you unless you want me to…and if you say stop, we stop. No questions, no guilt. I want you to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.’
She nodded, breathless and he stood back for a moment, admiring her in the soft light, then pulled his own shirt off and dropped to his knees in front of her. Sliding her skirt down, he buried his face in her belly as his fingers wound around the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Jess gave a small moan as Theo’s tongue traced down the midline of her belly and dipped into the hollow of her sex. His tongue lashed around her clit, priming it, the bud hardening and becoming so sensitive Jess thought she might explode. Theo gently parted her legs and then his tongue was deep inside her, exploring, tasting. Jess gasped, wanting desperately to touch him but unable to, her bound hands straining against the leather. She heard him chuckle and he stood, kissing her deeply, sliding his hands around her waist to link his fingers into hers. His eyes burned with an intensity that thrilled and scared her in equal measure.
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