“Tempest, you’re killing me, baby.” His hips thrust just a little like he couldn’t stop himself and damn if that didn’t flip her switch like nothing else. She opened her mouth to accept just the tip and closed her lips around him as she licked him with her tongue.
“Ohhhhh,” Zane’s single syllable word turned into a low moan. He placed his hand on top of her head, but he wasn’t trying to guide her. She sucked like he was a cherry-flavored lollipop before she pulled off.
“Do you like that, Zane?”
Bringing his hand to her mouth, he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “Very much.”
“Good.” She moved back to his cock and took him down as far as she could while working his base with her hand. She pushed off of him and stood up. Tempest liked the look of curiosity and shock on him. It looked adorable, not that he would like that description. “Pull down your pants and sit on that chair. “
She pointed to one of the hard-back chairs that were in the corner. It was amazing how obliging Zane was when his cock was hard.
“You’re not going to ask any questions?” Tempest asked as she watched him do what she asked.
“Not a one. It seems like you have good ideas, and I’m ready and willing to do what you have planned.”
Tempest had on casual clothing, but beneath the sweatpants and t-shirt, she had on sexy underwear. With her, that was a given. It didn’t matter what was over them. She stripped down to her naughty nothings and waited for Zane to sit in the chair.
“Damn.”
She knew the exact moment he’d sat down and got his focus back on her. “I want you to put your hands on the hind legs of the chair and not let go.”
He did as she asked and watched her like a hawk as she moved closer to him.
“You are not to touch me.” Tempest rubbed her hand down her body, starting from her stomach, moving down her thigh, and then bringing her hand back up to clutch her breast in a firm grip.
His gaze followed her hands, and when she pinched her nipples through the bra, he moaned a little, and his cock jumped. She moved to straddle his legs, careful not touching him.
“Zane?”
His gaze met her eyes.
“I’m going to need to hear words from you. You are not to touch me,” she said again.
“If that’s what you want. You’ve got it.”
She could tell he liked to play, and she knew he would enjoy this game. “If you touch me, I will stop anything I’m doing.”
“I’ll grant your wish unless you beg me for it. Then all bets are off.”
“You think I’m going to beg you to touch me?” Tempest moved closer, so her breasts were close to his face. She lowered one of her bra straps and freed one breast.
“Eventually, yes.”
“Would you like to make a wager?” Tempest asked before she saw his face brighten, and she wondered if he was a competitive man. It didn’t seem like it since with her he’d been so laid back, but now she wasn’t so sure.
“I’ll bet whatever you’d like.”
“If I win, you have to do whatever I say when we are alone for a week.” Tempest took in Zane’s focus on her body as she thought this challenge was pretty much in the bag.
“If I win, you’ll do what I say?”
“Absolutely.”
“I guess I can’t shake hands over it,” Zane said with a deep chuckle.
Tempest gripped her hand around his cock and pumped it up and down a few times like she was shaking his hand. “Now, it’s official.”
“Can’t argue with that.” Zane nodded his head at her like he wanted her to get started.
“Are you ready for a ride?”
“I’m always ready.” Zane cocked his head to the left. It was like he was offering a challenge for her to be her most provocative.
Tempest stepped away from him, bent over at the waist, and pulled her panties over to the side just a little. The whoosh of air Zane expelled from his body was like a bullet. She backed up so that she was draped on him with his cock lined up against her ass. Reaching up over her head, she looped her arms around his head, so they were cheek to cheek.
“Nice move.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She moved her hips around in a circle grinding against his hard cock.
Zane cleared his throat. “Am I able to give directions?”
“You’re allowed to give them, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll take them.” She moved her hips in different directions, depending on what noise Zane made. He was doing a good job, not touching her. She slid off his lap onto the floor and turned, so her face was near his lap. “Do you want me to suck you?”
Zane nodded.
“I thought you wanted to give directions,” Tempest said in her most innocent voice.
Zane shook his head softly.
She gripped him firmly in her hand and stroked him fast and hard.
The growl was louder this time.
“I want you to come for me, so don’t come until I tell you that you can.” She gripped him firmly at the base. “Did you get that?”
“I got it,” he rasped out.
She was getting aroused, trying to arouse him. Tempest stood and straddled his lap again, but this time, her pussy was parted, and she sat down so she could slide her wetness up and down his shaft.
“Fuck.” The word was slow and elongated as it came from his mouth. She kept her slides slow and seductive because she really wanted him to lose this bet. She took off her bra and let her full breasts bounce for added incentive. He was close, but then again, so was she.
What he didn’t know was she had a condom on her, and before she’d gotten started with him, she had placed it on the floor. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing had Zane’s full attention.
“I can’t touch you as you fuck me?” He was aghast, but it was a way for her to ease into this. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she didn’t at least try to guard herself against a ding-a-ling of gold. She didn’t do men who were fantastic in bed as she’d heard too many stories of how that could lead a woman to lose her head. Tempest wasn’t about to lose her head for anyone.
“Are you going to tap out?”
“No.” He looked disappointed, but she didn’t know who was happier that he would not quit. It was probably her because she was primed to pop.
The condom slid on easy since his cock was already saturated with her juice, but he was bigger than she was used to. Perched over him, she guided his cock into her pussy, and she wasn’t able to control the moan that escaped her. When she had most of him inside, she looked at Zane.
He appeared to be taking deep breaths.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You’re just very snug.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes. I’m just thinking about how you tried to warn me about your magical pussy, and I didn’t take you seriously.” His amused smirk and fake seriousness came as a surprise. The laugh that escaped her shocked them both and ended with a moan from both of them.
She slid up and down once, and Zane bit into his lip.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” Tempest asked as she slid up and down slowly.
He answered her with a grunt and then, “Lean back for me.”
She did as he asked, and that, coupled with him thrusting his hips, made his cock rub against something she’d never activated during sex. “What was that?”
“I’m making you feel some of what I would make you feel if I was sliding my cock into you instead of you doing it.”
“Do it again.” Tempest breathed out as she attempted to duplicate what had just gone through her body.
“Kiss me.” He asked softly.
She leaned forward so she could kiss him the way she thought he wanted. He thrust again, but it wasn’t like it was the first time.
“Zane, that wasn’t it.”
“It wasn’t?” The almost quizzical expression on his face let her know that he was pulling he
r chain.
“Zane. Please.”
“Is that you begging?” He cocked his head to the side and looked at her.
She was in a weird space of wanting to laugh, wanting to come and wanting to choke him so he’d give her what she wanted. “I’m asking intently for you to do what you did the first time. I’m not begging for your hands on me.”
“Lean back,” he said again, and she did what he’d asked excitedly.
He thrusts a few more times, but it wasn’t anything like the way he’d done it before. She narrowed her eyes at him.
“If you want what I have to give you, which is pretty powerful, I might add, you will have to release me from your rules not to touch you. I can promise you won’t be sorry.”
“Okay, I release you from my rules.” Tempest waited for him to let go of the chair and could feel her body ratcheting itself up for his promised delights, but nothing happened. “Well?”
“Well, I won the bet, but I want to hear the words now, sweetheart. I want you to beg me for it.”
This isn’t how it worked with playfulness, games, and laughter. Shit. Now she was way too far, and she wanted to see if he could really give her what he promised. Sitting up a bit, she cupped her breast in her hand. “Please, Zane. Please touch me. Give me what I want.”
“Mmmm… I like the way you beg.” He stared at her for a few seconds. “Bring your nipple to my mouth.”
She did as he asked, thinking he’d lick her once or twice to prove that he had indeed won, but when she got closer, he brought his one hand up to support her back, and the other cupped the hand that held her breast to his mouth. He sucked her deep into his mouth and then licked at her nipple playfully. Her body was so sensitized she didn’t think she would need the strokes she’d felt necessary to beg for. He held her so close it was like a hug with a fuck for a chaser. The closeness of it all felt intimate as he watched her when he claimed her breast with his mouth. Then he guided her away from him, so she was in the leaned back position she’d been craving.
With his thumb on her clit, he thrust the way he did the first time, and she felt like her body was being wound tighter and tighter. It was hard to remind herself to breathe.
“Are you ready, baby?” Zane asked in a low murmur.
She wasn’t able to answer, but she didn’t think he wanted words. He gave his hips a hard thrust, rubbed her clit, and brought her hips down to meet his. Once, twice and then she actually saw stars. Her wound up body released, and her stomach muscles clenched and relaxed in a rapid-fire motion that matched her clit.
It took a few minutes for her to get herself together enough to say something. She found herself draped against Zane’s chest with the two of them still attached, and his cock pulsing like he was going through aftershocks as well.
“Zane?”
“Yes, Tempest.”
“What the fuck was that?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
ZANE
Zane Calder wanted to kick his own ass and had wanted to since Saturday. After, literally, the hottest sex he’d ever, Tempest had cooled down to the level of frozen. She was pleasant, and they’d discussed what they wanted to do with the stable as they ate the food he’d brought, but that was it. They drove back in virtual silence. Every question he had for her, she answered with one word or a sound. Eventually, he’d stopped asking. She thanked him for a great time when they got to her house, and she was up the stairs and in the house before he could find words.
“Mr. Calder, your nine o’clock is here.” Forrest Alexander had been his assistant since he’d opened his business and knew more about him than anyone. Which is why the other man was giving him a wide berth for the day or so.
“I don’t have any appointments today. I have a nine o’clock on Tuesday.” Forrest frowned at him and took a step into the room. “It is Tuesday, sir.”
Zane looked at his calendar and then at his phone. “Well, so it is.”
“Are you alright, Mr. Calder? I could make excuses for you if you’re not feeling well.”
“I’m fine. Send them in.” Zane turned away from Forrest and attempted to get himself together. He wasn’t known for being a scatterbrain, and he would not allow Tempest to blow through his life and make him crazy. He would talk to her about this as soon as he was done with this meeting. Zane pulled out the plans he’d put together with Tempest. Although he’d done a lot by himself. She’d just nodded when he told her what he was thinking for the add-on, and he’d taken that as acceptance.
Benjamin Campbell was his nine o’clock meeting, and although he really didn’t feel like seeing anyone, this wasn’t the worst person to spend a few minutes talking about a project with. The man didn’t just come in though, He was waiting for someone who was lagging behind.
It was like his senses got a whiff of her before she cleared the door. Staying calm was not something he consciously did, but it was proving to be difficult now. He stood up without even thinking and walked to the door.
Benjamin led with his hand out, and Zane shook it before offering the man a seat. Tempest followed behind, and now he knew why. She’d been talking décor with Forrest, who thought he was an interior decorator himself.
“Ms. Sure,” Zane shook her hand as she crossed the threshold.
She shook his hand but didn’t look at him. This was a confident woman who looked everyone in the eye. After Saturday, she didn’t answer his texts, thank him for his flowers, or notice that he’d turned himself inside out for nothing in return.
Zane settled himself behind his desk and watched Benjamin act like the sun rose and set on Tempest. Not that Zane didn’t agree, it was just sickening for him to watch another guy do that.
“I’ve taken it upon myself to put together a few slides that will tell you what we are thinking about.” Zane ran the short presentation like he did everything he was trying to get through: with efficiency and an air of confidence. He looked at both of them and watched them nod their heads.
“Ms. Sure, did you want to add anything?”
Benjamin sat forward in his seat. “No need. I’ve been talking to her about what she plans to do for the décor. There is also another matter that we’ve been discussing. If you need to hear what she’s come up with, I have time for that.”
It was getting harder and hard to keep his cool, but he would because he knew he was being ridiculous. “I’m assuming you’re leaving together. If I could have a word with Ms. Sure before you leave, I’d appreciate it.” He hoped that came out as it was intended because he felt like he would turn into a roaring lion.
“Of course. I guess I have what I need. I needed to talk to Forrest before I left, so that should give you some time.” Benjamin looked at Tempest. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.”
Tempest nodded and then watched him leave. It wasn’t like she was pining, but she looked like she wanted him to save her. He chuckled when he realized she wanted to be saved from him. His laughter drew her gaze to him.
“Look, I can see you don’t really want to talk to me, and I’ve been on your shoes many times. I don’t want to make this uncomfortable for you. I just wanted to tell you I had fun getting to know you, and I hope that I did nothing to upset you.”
Tempest’s cheeks stained pink, and she took a deep breath. “I’m a coward.”
“What?” Not that he didn’t hear her, but he didn’t understand why that was her response to what he’d said.
“You heard me.” She walked to the door, closed it, and then leaned against it with her eyes closed. “I had fun with you, too.”
She was talking at such a low tone; it was hard to hear her. That was the only reason Zane was getting closer to her. The only reason. He told himself he could hear her better when he got closer.
“I’ve known about you, Zane, for a long time, but I didn’t pursue it because you don’t fit my requirements.”
“Hey.” He put his hand on her cheek, and she opened her eyes “It’s okay. You don’t have to expla
in.”
She stood up straight and looked him in the eye. “I have to explain because this is not who I am. I stand and fight, not run and hide.”
“What are your requirements?”
“What?” She looked bewildered like she didn’t know where he’d gotten that information.”
“You said I didn’t fit your requirements. I just wanted to know how I fell short.”
“It’s not about you falling short it’s about you being too much. Too hot, too funny, too memorable, and the sex was too good. I mean, you should charge for that shit. Have mercy. I doubt a toy could get me to the location you got me to.” She had a smile on her face, and that made him a little happier. Although knowing he was too much for her to want to be with him again, wiped the smile from his face.
“It’s okay, Tempest. We will kill this competition and walk away winners.” He was close enough to touch her, but she’d given him the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech that he’d given others a million times, it didn’t feel right. Touching his lips to her forehead, he said goodbye without words. Then he gently moved her so he could open it. This was fucking painful, and he didn’t understand why. This little thing they’d had was still fresh, so why did it feel like he’d blown something special?
Tempest blinked up at him like she was expecting something until he ushered her out.
“Please ask Forrest to clear my schedule for the afternoon when you pass him.” Zane picked up his wallet, keys, and phone before he walked by Tempest and the look of confusion on her face.
He went down the stairs, so none of his employees or his nosy assistant stopped him. Zane didn’t want to talk to anyone about anything.
A few minutes later, he was mad at himself. This was the shittiest getaway plan he’d ever come up with, but he’d made it to his car and really didn’t have anywhere he’d like to run to. His job was his life, and since he didn’t want to be there concentrating on that, he guessed he’d just go home for the day.
*****
There was a loud pounding, followed by his ringing doorbell. Zane sat up and looked around. What time was it? He picked up his phone: 8:30pm. Did he miss work? He turned on his light and made it to the door.
How About Never Page 5
