by Stella Rhys
I let her for a little. But at the brink of her orgasm, I pulled my hand away again, spreading her wetness on her ass, all over her skin, and spanking her again till it sounded like she was sobbing as she begged, “Iain, please!”
“What?” I asked tauntingly.
“Please just… finish, please… I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can,” I murmured encouragingly, cupping the curve of her bottom before raising my palm once again. “And you will,” I said, bringing it down—hard enough to leave a red mark this time.
My stomach twisted when she whimpered, but then the next word off her tongue rolled off in the form of a moan.
“Again.”
This fucking girl.
Arousal surged through me as I obliged her, spanking her perfect ass again—and again, and again, rubbing the sting from her skin after every couple of blows, and repeating the motion till all the blood was rushing from my head and making my dick swell so hard it fucking hurt.
“Get up,” I growled abruptly as I slid the condom from my pocket.
Holland obeyed hastily, straddling my lap without my even asking and getting her sweet pussy juice all over me as she reached between our bodies, making quick work of my belt, button and zipper. And as she freed my cock, I simply watched with enjoyment, because she was so hungry and eager—a quicker learner than I would’ve ever imagined. She wasn’t smooth ripping open the condom, but she didn’t think twice about it, entirely too focused on the one thing on her mind, which was filling her tight pussy with my cock.
Christ.
I had to shake my head as I took her in, because she was so fucking sexy in ways I didn’t even know existed before she came back along. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of her as I watched her silky hair fall in her face, her cheeks rosy and her parted lips cherry red, swollen as all hell as she concentrated hard on rolling the rubber down my shaft.
“There you go,” I murmured once she had it all the way on.
I was ready to instruct her the rest of the way, but she surprised me by going right ahead on her own, gripping the root of my dick and lifting her ass enough to guide my tip into her opening. Our eyes locked once I was nudged inside her, and as I gripped her hips, I assumed we’d go inch by inch like last time. But instead she sank her pussy all the way down on me, drawing a deep grunt from my throat and a sharp gasp from her lips.
My breath was already hot, harsh by the time I cupped her face in my hand.
“Does that hurt?”
She nodded and yet she kept moving on my cock till she could bounce on me—gently at first, then faster, harder, digging her nails into my shoulders and stretching her wet pussy around me till the cute little frown pinched between her brows disappeared, replaced with a look of sheer, open-mouthed pleasure as she started to ride me, hips circling and tits bouncing under her dress like a fucking porn star.
Jesus fuck.
Sweet girl.
I was in a trance as I watched her, torn over which part of her perfection I should be staring at first.
Her eyebrows sloped as pleasure twisted on her pretty face. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, causing the top of her dress to peel down her body. Her tits were bound to bounce out on their own any second, so I busied my hands with her skirt, lifting it so I could watch my dick disappear in and out of her pussy.
Even with the AC on, the car was getting hot, and in the confined space of the backseat, the scent of sex was like a drug on top of my unreal view.
I groaned as I watched her top slide down to her waist, and I felt her pussy gripping me like a vise. I was in sensory overload, hypnotized by the rhythmic bounce of her full tits till I heard her breathy request.
“Put your mouth on them.”
Without hesitation, I buried my face in her tits, slipping my hands under her skirt and squeezing rough handfuls of her ass. I soaked the sounds of her gasps, her pleasured moans as I spread her pussy for my cock while closing my mouth over her nipple, sucking it fully hard and giving a nibble before switching to her other breast—swirling, sucking and squeezing till her breath caught in her throat and her muscles spasmed around me.
“Go on,” I growled. “Let me see you come all over my cock.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, crying out as she came for me. I didn’t stop sucking on her tits as she gasped through her orgasm, and though her body went limp right after, I could see her fighting through the fog of her post-orgasmic bliss, still forcing herself to writhe on me. To ride me. I could practically feel the awe glimmering in my eyes as I watched her work herself up to a second wind, gathering her skirt in a bunch and pulling it up to her hips so I could have an unobstructed view of her pussy riding me faster again, letting me feast my eyes on that incredible sight before she whipped her dress clean off her body, leaving her completely naked as she fucked me fully clothed.
I was helpless to do anything but stare.
If I was in awe of her before, I didn’t know what the hell I was now, because she was smiling now, letting loose, throwing her head back to moan as loud as she wanted. She gripped handfuls of my shirt, squeezed fistfuls around my tie, letting go of her every inhibition as she milked my dick for every drop of cum I had inside me.
I hissed under my breath, wanting nothing more than to watch this forever, despite the fact that I knew I was seconds from exploding inside her.
“I just felt you get so much harder,” Holland breathed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “Does that mean you’re close?”
I could barely get my response out as she pressed her hands flat on my chest, pushing me down my seat so she could ride me harder. “Yes,” I finally growled, mesmerized by her tits bouncing in my face as she bounced on my dick.
“Will you come on them?”
It took a second for me to process that she wanted me to come on her tits, and once I did, I cursed under my breath, the question alone sending me overboard.
“Get up,” I rasped, my balls churning as she got up and kneeled before me, cupping herself and watching as I squeezed off the condom. Angling myself in front of her, I jerked myself once, twice, then a third time before giving a throaty groan and pumping two thick jets of cum on her. “Fuck. Oh… fuck,” I growled as I stared at them, draped across her pushed-up tits like creamy ribbons of white.
We both watched as they dripped down the curves of her breast, a drop falling on her thigh before she decided to rub it all into her skin.
Holy fuck.
All I could do was stare as she gazed happily down at herself, admiring her gleaming tits before pulling her dress back on and climbing back onto my lap.
She wore a dirty smile on her lips, clearly satisfied with whatever dazed look I had on my face as she slid her palms up my chest to circle her arms around my neck. She let out an mmm as she sighed, and as she gazed at me—like a little sex kitten with that sultry look of content—I found myself aching badly to taste her lips. To taste her mouth and her tongue and confirm just how sweet I knew she was.
But for whatever reason, I didn’t let myself do it.
As if it meant something for me to hold back on this last indulgence.
“Can we still go back to the hotel?” she asked me softly, breaking me out of my daze. It was her squirming that even alerted me to the fact that I’d absently slipped my hands back under her skirt to play with her pussy.
Poor girl. She was so fucking wet all the time.
“Yeah,” I said, letting her gently ease my cock back into my pants and buckle me up as I called my driver. I already knew I was far from done with her for the night, because fuck it, I was already going to hell.
I might as well make it worth it.
17
HOLLAND
I woke in the morning to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, but I was steeped so deep in my warm, toasty, particularly heavenly slumber that I ignored it, letting myself drift back to sleep before it started buzzing again.
Co
me on, I whined inwardly, shooting my arm out to grab my phone, answering with my voice muffled and my face still half-buried in my pillow.
“Hello?” I mumbled.
“Morning, sunshine.”
At the first sound of that merry, smart ass voice, my eyes shot open. And all at once, I processed everything.
I was still in the hotel room. From last night. My brother was on the phone. And the water was running in the bathroom.
Because Iain was in the shower.
Holy shit, he’s still here.
He’s still here and he’s showering.
I raced through several emotions in a matter of seconds—stunned excitement to confusion to a vague, kind of hazy unease as I hurriedly ran my mind back to remember the end of last night.
Oh God. I squirmed under the sheets at the memory.
Because Iain couldn’t keep his hands off me in that car last night. After his driver got in, he’d fingered me to another orgasm, forcing me to walk across the hotel lobby dripping between my thighs. He murmured such dirty things to me through the whole elevator ride, getting me so hot and bothered that I knew he was going to devour me the second we got in the room.
But the second we got in the room, he got a call from a client out West, and even I could hear how fired up this guy was. So I showered while he took care of the call, and by the time I got out, he was still on the phone. He didn’t look up when I peeked my head out from the bedroom, so I decided to scroll Instagram on the bed till he was done.
But then apparently, I fell asleep. And apparently, he let me.
And not only that, he stayed the night as well.
But wait. Did he sleep too? Right here? With me? I had a million questions as I looked at his undisturbed side of the bed.
“Hello?” Adam said impatiently, startling me back to earth. “Jesus. Did you fall back asleep?”
“No! No, I’m here,” I said croakily, rolling onto my back with my hand pressed to my forehead and my still sleepy-but-stunned stare fixed on the ceiling. “Sorry, I’m, uh… ‘bout to get up.”
“I’m three hours ahead of you and I’ve been up for hours. Get your shit together.”
“Okay, easy,” I snorted, somehow relaxing at the familiar sound of my brother being an asshole. “First off, it’s like, 7AM right now. If you’ve been up for hours it’s because you never went to bed, so maybe you should get your shit together.”
He laughed hard. “Solid point.”
“Second, you haven’t returned my calls in like, two weeks so you don’t get to be mean to me right now.”
“Whoa, whoa, hey. What are you talking about? I’ve been texting you constantly!”
“A.J’s been texting me constantly,” I corrected. “You yourself have been too busy to personally check in on me and see how I’ve been doing since pulling off literally the greatest escape in the history of man.”
Adam groaned with genuine remorse as he audibly plopped onto the leather couch in his office.
“Yeah, I know. I’ve been fucking up,” he relented. “It’s just been crazy busy here, but I promise I’ve been thinking about you. How has everything been?”
“It’s been good,” I said happily. “It’s been an adjustment, but it’s also been indescribably awesome and everything I ever dreamed of.”
“Excellent. So you like your coworkers at Minx?”
“They’re fine. My boss is a little high strung, but she’s nice and she likes me. Yesterday, she said she would ‘literally die’ without me.”
“Bit dramatic.”
“And exactly how you feel about A.J.”
“Alright, relax, smart ass. And how do you like your job?”
“I fucking love it,” I grinned.
“Good,” Adam said, sounding genuinely pleased. “The job is all that matters—which reminds me.”
“What?”
“Have you seen Iain yet?”
My heart seized at the sound of Iain’s name off my brother’s lips, and I froze just as the bathroom door swung open.
And right on cue, Iain strode out—gloriously half-naked with his six-pack rippling like live porn before my eyes as he gave a final rub of his towel to his wet hair. He was wearing just a pair of navy boxer briefs, he still had water glistening on his skin and in the light of the day, he looked so absurdly fucking defined I wanted to lick every chiseled line on his body.
Fuck. Me. He was breathtaking—a Greek god on Earth, and to top it off, his smirking eyes were already on me, fixed tightly on me even as he strode across the room.
“Uhh,” I said into the phone, my brain short-circuiting till Iain’s gaze averted to the garment bag hanging on the door. I blinked hard, not even realizing when I’d sat up straight in bed. “Yeah,” I mumbled, answering again when I finally gathered the majority of my voice. “Yeah, I have. I’ve, um… definitely seen him.”
Every inch of him.
“Great. I’m happy to hear that. I told him to check in on you, but I wasn’t sure if he got around to it. He’s been busy as fuck.”
“He has,” I said distractedly, hypnotized while watching the rolling movement of Iain’s shoulder blades as he reached up to unzip the bag. God. “Yeah, he, um, mentioned that he’s been pretty swamped, but he’s managed to—” I paused. “Fit me in,” I finished carefully, making sure I didn’t mix up my words and say “fit in me.”
Which he has.
Despite being fucking huge.
I wanted to drool onto the sheets when Iain turned around, bestowing upon me the sunny, head-on view of his glorious dick pressed against his boxers. He wasn’t even fully hard right now, or even thirty percent hard right now, but the outline of his shaft and tip was so pronounced my mouth actually watered.
“Awesome. Iain’s the man,” Adam said, making me wince with the weirdest, most uncomfortable feeling ever. Thankfully, he followed his praise with non-Iain-related stories about the craziness of work, and how many new assholes A.J had ripped him this week. I managed to respond as if I were listening, but as Iain got dressed before me, I fully tuned out, completely lost by the time Adam said, “I mean that’s gotta be our first real drink together, right?”
I blinked. “What?”
“When I visit in two weeks. We’re gonna do belated birthday drinks for Iain, and you can come now because you’re legal to drink.”
“Oh, right. Wait. You’re visiting in two weeks?”
“Yes. Christ. Haven’t you been listening to me?”
No, I thought, not even dismayed that Iain was fully dressed now because holy hell, he looked good in that light blue shirt. His silk tie was blue as well, but darker and striped, and it looked painfully hot just draped around his neck as he frowned so handsomely at something on his phone. God, I just wanted to blow him while he worked at his office.
Wait. What? Holland. Jesus.
“So you’ll be around, right?”
I grimaced as my brother’s voice disturbed my very dirty thought. “Yes, totally. But listen, I gotta get going now, okay? I’m running late, and I just… I’ll talk to you soon,” I said so hastily that I could still hear Adam protesting in confusion as I hung up.
And as soon as I put my phone back on the nightstand, Iain spoke.
“Good morning,” he said, the rich sound of his voice flooding me with instant warmth and arousal.
“Good morning,” I returned, looking up and finding myself slightly dismayed that he wasn’t looking at me. He was busy multi-tasking, leaning over the table where he’d set his phone and reading a text as he looped and knotted his tie.
God. So hot.
Every little thing he did was hot.
Wetting my dry lips, I eyed the garment bag hanging on the door.
“Did you… have a change of clothes sent over?”
“I did. Last night while you were asleep.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip at the mention of last night. “I meant to stay up for you,” I said truthfully. “But I guess you wore me out pretty good
.”
He looked over at me with a faint smile, making my heart flutter as he studied me for a moment. The sun lit the green of his eyes to something spectacularly clear, and I swore it was an out of body experience for about two-and-a-half seconds.
But then he looked away.
As if he hadn’t just stolen all the air from my lungs, he turned right around to finish getting dressed, and all I could do was watch as he pinched the knot on his tie, sliding it up and tightening it around his neck, and simultaneously making my heart skip a beat when through the mirror, his gaze met mine. There was a serious look in his eye, and I could suddenly feel him gearing up to say the words I didn’t want to hear. Something like, “This was fun, Holland, but it ends here.”
I went through a dozen variations of the line in my head, steeling my heart for it, trying to force myself to be a grown-up about this.
As Iain flipped his collar down and crossed the room fully dressed, my mind raced to get myself fully prepared for impact. Still, a sinking feeling twisted in my stomach as Iain stopped at his nightstand to put on the final touch on his outfit, picking up his shiny Rolex and draping it over his wrist.
My pulse picked up as I waited. But just as he began fastening his watch, he looked up at me and said, “I’m going to need to see you again.”
So matter-of-fact.
My heart skipped two beats as I hugged the pillow to my chest.
“Okay,” I breathed out fast. And I knew I was doing a crappy job of acting normal, because he gave a short laugh and a smirk.
“I take it that was Adam on the phone.”
“Yes.”
“He’ll be here in two weeks.”
“I know, he told me,” I said, watching Iain adjust his cufflinks then look up at me.
“We’ll make sure this stops by then,” he said, making my heart sag for half a second before I realized that I shouldn’t be remotely disappointed by this new arrangement, because we’d initially agreed to one night. Just one.
And now I had two whole weeks.
But it’s going to hurt more to stop after two weeks, a part of my brain reasoned as the other just sang over it, because honestly, I wasn’t going to say no to this.
