A Model Fiancé

by Kaye, Nikky

  We looked at each other for a moment, but it didn’t take more than a second or two to know we were on the same page.

  I stood up. “My room is closer.”

  16

  Audrey

  As soon as the door to his room closed behind us, we were on each other. Hands, mouths, heated gazes—all fought for supremacy but it was impossible to get the upper hand. That honor went to Dev’s fingers sliding up my thigh.

  “Have I ever told you that I love skirts?” he panted. “Actually, I just love your legs and it’s so much easier to get at them this way.”

  I wanted to promise to wear skirts for him every day, but I was too practical for that. All for efficiency, however, I reached for the button at his waist and flicked it open.

  His thumbs paused in their sweep up my damp inner thigh to my core as I reached inside his pants and found him rock hard and pulsing with heat.

  “Oh, Jesus.”

  The barely restrained tremor in Dev’s voice made me clench inside. His fingertips, at the edge of my panties, pressed harder. When I squeezed him hard, he growled and yanked his hands out from under my skirt.

  Uh oh. “Did I do someth—?”

  Thunk! His large, tan hands wrapped around my wrists like cuffs. Lifted them to pin me against the door.

  “You’re greedy,” he chided.

  “You’re observant.”

  His grin promised all sorts of pleasure if I was a good girl. I was always a good girl. Tonight I wanted to be a little bit bad as well.

  His gaze went to my chest as it rose and fell, my aching breasts brushing up against him. My nipples poked through my bra and t-shirt; any touch from him would be like striking a match. He leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues tangled together as his fingers wove through mine over my head.

  Held me in suspension. Breathless. Throbbing with need.

  “I need to see you, feel your skin, Dev.” I wasn’t beyond begging, and it wasn’t just because he was objectively one of the hottest guys in the world. “Let me unbutton your shirt.”

  When I tried to pull my arms down, he growled and held them there. He got a scowl from me in response. Maybe I could bite the damn buttons off. Also, my shoulders were aching.

  His eyebrow lifted. “If I let go of your hands, can you promise to keep them above the waist?”

  Blink. Blink.

  With a low laugh, he arched his hips against me so I could feel the length and eagerness of his erection.

  So. Hard. My hands curled around his, reflexively mimicking what I wanted.

  He shook his head. “Baby, I want this to last more than five minutes. Your hot little hand is gonna make me embarrass myself.”

  “I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Cute.” He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes. “Very cute, but nope. Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?”

  My face grew hotter, and I looked over his shoulder at the big, empty bed. I’d heard of foreplay, of course—just didn’t have any hands-on experience.

  “Um, is that a rhetorical question?”

  He dropped my hands and stepped back suddenly. My arms flopped to my sides, then crossed over my belly.

  Oh god, please don’t let him stop because of this! I didn’t know you could be this mortified and turned on at the same time.

  “Seriously? That idiot didn’t even…”

  As his forehead wrinkled with disgust, I blurted out my secret fear. “Maybe something’s wrong with me.”

  Dev pulled me into his arms. “No,” he said firmly. “You are perfect.”

  I snorted. See? Bad at foreplay. This man is holding you and saying you’re perfect, and you snort in his face.

  “Okay, maybe you’re not perfect,” he amended, letting go of me. “Nobody is.”

  “Riiiiight.” I drew the word out as my gaze slid up and down his body.

  “I’m not going to lie, Audrey,” he sighed as he stripped off his shirt. It dropped to the floor. “I’m angry and sad for you.”

  Great… Pity—even better than humiliation!

  My chin went up. “If this is foreplay, Dev, then I don’t think I missed much.”

  “But,” he continued, as though I hadn’t said anything, “I also have to confess that I’m fucking thrilled that I’ll be the first to…”

  “You better not say ‘plant a flag’ or so help me—”

  He burst out laughing as he steered me toward the bed. With ruthless efficiency, he pulled my skirt down, the elastic at the waist going easily over my hips. I stood there in my thin t-shirt and underwear, not sure what to do with my hands.

  When he knelt before me and looped his fingers under the elastic of my black panties, I decided that putting my hands on his head was a good idea.

  You know, for balance.

  “You are so cute,” he said while tugging my panties down. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.”

  I tried to act offended, but the corners of my mouth curled up anyhow. I combed my hands through his dark hair to make it stand on end. “Am I just another job to you?”

  He bolted up. The speed at which his smirk disappeared left my mouth dry.

  “No.”

  Everything in his expression as he stood before me—from his liquid eyes the color of coffee to his tightly pressed lips—told me he was deadly serious.

  Oh. I swallowed. “Okay.”

  With one silent brush of his finger, I was once more burning with arousal.

  “You are not a job. Or a hobby or an internship,” Dev finally said as he lifted my shirt over my head. “You, baby, are a dream career with a corner office and a fucking amazing view. And great benefits,” he added as he surveyed me in my black bra—and only my black bra.

  “Okay.” I paused. “Is this foreplay? Because it’s still not quite what I imagined.”

  “You’re also a hell of a lot of fun.” He kissed me hard and quick, then sighed happily against my lips. “I love my work.”

  My head spun. Which exposed part of me should I cover up—my lacy bra, my naked everything-else? Or my heart?

  And what did he mean by ‘loving his work’?

  “Sit down, Audrey.”

  Good idea. The backs of my legs hit the bed, and I dropped.

  Dev walked around the room, shirtless with his pants open. It could have looked ridiculous.

  It didn’t.

  He turned off all the lights except for one lamp in the corner, plunging the room into the same dim glow as upstairs on the roof. I stared at the shadows on the ceiling as he disappeared into the bathroom.

  Please let me be amazing.

  When Dev returned, he’d lost his pants and was down to his obscenely bulging boxer briefs.

  Yeah, I stared. Sure, a million people had seen pictures of him online wearing nothing but his underwear; I was one of them. But it was different in person.

  Bigger.

  Bolder.

  Bedroom eyes.

  The drumming of my heart grew louder with every step he took toward me.

  Our gazes locked as he tossed a couple of towels on the edge of the big white bed. It was like shoveling snow onto more snow and I was a blot, a smudge on the pristine landscape. Self-consciousness flooded me. Suppressing a shiver, I twisted to reach behind for my bra clasp.

  “Stop.”

  I froze.

  “Let me.”

  I thawed.

  He ran one hand between my legs; instinctively I parted them. As he knelt on the mattress, the crisp hairs on his legs tickled the inside of my thighs.

  When he splayed his hands low over my hips, he framed the center of my body like putting a bead on a target. My lips parted as he swept his palms over my belly and up my torso.

  “Good girl,” he murmured as I arched my back.

  He reached underneath me and undid my bra with an ease that should have bothered me. At that moment, I had bigger things on my mind—like the hot and heavy package brushing against my pelvis as he leaned over me.

 
And just like that, it—he—was gone. Cool air washed over me again as he backed away, the bed rebounding beneath me as he stood.

  “You are gorgeous.”

  The genuine awe in his voice made me blush all over. I raised the back of my hand to my eyes, momentarily overwhelmed. It was like looking at the sun.

  “Oh, please.”

  “No, I mean it.”

  I exhaled shakily. “So do I. Please, Dev.”

  “You want me to touch you? Kiss you?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  He hummed thoughtfully as if contemplating it. “What do you think foreplay is, Audrey?”

  “This?”

  “What part?”

  “The wanting,” I whispered.

  God, how I wanted him. I felt like I’d been waiting for him forever, and in some ways I had.

  “Wanting,” he repeated, almost to himself. “Well, I want to lick you until you come in my mouth,” he told me. “Then my fingers… I want to see them shining from being deep inside you. I want to feel your walls squeezing them when you come—again. And again on my cock.”

  I laughed weakly. “Just how many times do you plan to make me come? Like, a ballpark number?”

  “Well, there are over fifty thousand seats in Dodger Stadium. How’s that for a ballpark number?”

  The sound of his voice moved to my side as though he’d walked around the bed. This is what a small animal must feel like when being stalked by a predator, I thought to myself.

  “What else do you want?” I asked him, bending my knees to plant my feet on the mattress. It was like I was readying myself, but flexing my hips or curling my pelvis wasn’t enough to assuage the ache deep inside me.

  “I want your mouth on me and I want you not to hold back.”

  I might come from just his words. My heart pounded in my chest. Arousal pooled between my thighs. My eyes remained squeezed shut. I was afraid that if I looked at him, I’d go up in flames.

  I let out a long, shuddering sigh. “You know, you’re very good at this.”

  “At what, foreplay?” He sounded amused. “I haven’t started yet.”

  “Talking dirty. You practice much?”

  “It’s not hard when you want someone as much as I want you.”

  Something flashed deep inside me—quick and bright and hot, like a light bulb burning out as soon as it’s turned on. My thumb rubbed my palm, worrying the new ring on my hand.

  “Look at me, Audrey.”

  I flung my hand away from my face to squint up at him. The light from the corner created a halo around his body. His skin glowed, from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips.

  Naked hips.

  Dev had removed his briefs. He stood only a few feet from me, with a trail so happy it was practically giddy and a perfect vee framing his heavy erection. As his arousal bobbed and pulsed, I imagined I could track his heartbeat just from watching the subtle shifts in his body.

  His erratic breathing.

  His lips as he licked them.

  His abs flexing.

  His hand creeping towards his cock.

  “I want to be the only man in your head, heart, and body.”

  “I’m not—” I broke off, taking a deeper breath. “There’s nobody else,” I assured him softly. How could there be? He filled up my atmosphere.

  “Good.”

  Then finally, he touched me.

  17

  Dev

  Under my tongue, Audrey’s creamy throat vibrated with a moan. She tasted spicy, like chai and salt.

  I’d joked that I could make a lifelong vocation out of making her come, but it wasn’t that far from the truth. It had only taken a moment to crawl into the cradle of her thighs in the bed, but it would take me hours to find my way out again.

  She murmured my name, her legs tightening around me. My surging cock nudged up against her hot, wet center, and I tried to shift my hips back—a little.

  “I don’t want to rush you,” I tried to say, but my voice cracked as her heels dug into my ass and pulled me closer.

  It would be a mistake to go from talking about foreplay to skipping it altogether. But it wouldn’t be the first mistake I made. And she asked so nicely.

  “Dev, please fuck me.” She clung to my arms and pulled herself up to bite my shoulder.

  My brain wanted to make love to her. My lower half was feeling a little more primitive about the whole thing. Guess which part of me was closer to the epicenter at that point.

  Sweat was breaking out on my forehead and the small of my back, despite the air conditioning in the room. “Audrey, are you really, really sure?”

  She bit my lower lip.

  “Ow.”

  “If you’re looking for consent, Dev, this is it. I consent. The green light, the checkered flag—whatever the fuck you need to fill me the fuck up.” She rolled her eyes. “If you like, I can post it on social media later so it will last forever.”

  With a groan, I sank into her. Or, at least, I got a few inches inside before I realized that it had been a long time—for both of us. Her wide-eyed gasp made me pause and search for self-control.

  Control, control, where the fuck are you?

  “You okay?” I rasped out.

  She nodded, but her lips were pressed together in a thin line as she tilted her hips against me, taking another excruciating inch.

  Jesus Christ. I was going to lose it before I even fully entered her.

  “Audrey, wait. Are we doing this like ripping off a bandage or the slow, torturous way?”

  Her forehead wrinkled. “What?”

  “Forget it. On the count of three, okay? One… two—” I pushed the rest of the way in. She was so fucking tight; I could barely breathe.

  “Oh, my god!”

  “Baby, you never actually go to three with those things. Didn’t you ever have boo boos as a kid?”

  I felt her strangled laugh deep inside. Without even thinking about it, I withdrew and thrust again. The rhythm was automatic, muscle memory taking over where neurons could not.

  “You wanted me to fuck you,” I reminded her as she whimpered and urged me on.

  After a mindless minute of driving into her over and over again, I regained control. Thank god, I thought as I pulled out entirely. Wriggled down on the bed.

  “What are—oooooh!”

  I sucked her pulsing clit into my mouth before dipping my tongue into her pussy.

  My dick complained as it rubbed against the white duvet cover—sorry, Housekeeping, but you ought to know better—but I ignored it. Instead, I spread her open with my thumbs.

  When I told her all the things I wanted, I’d made some omissions. We were already past a fling. I wanted more from her.

  I wanted to devour her, to possess her. Yeah, it was kind of caveman, but there it was.

  Her fingers clawed at my head as though torn between guiding my attentions and pulling me back up.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  As I circled one fingertip around her entrance, then thrust two in, she tensed and cried out. Sweat trickled down my temples as I felt the telltale fluttering of her soft, pink walls.

  Finger. Tongue. They couldn’t both have the honors.

  While she was still coming, I moved up and re-entered her.

  Shit fuck damn. Control!

  I immediately withdrew again, panting and swiping the back of my hand over my damp upper lip. Not nearly close to done, yet.

  “Get on your knees,” I commanded with a growl. “Now.” I gripped her hips and rolled her over.

  Audrey flopped onto her stomach. My hands levered underneath her pelvic bones and pulled her up. When she got her knees and hands underneath her, she was as wobbly as a newborn colt. She looked back at me through lowered eyelids, her hair swinging over her shoulder.

  “Like this?” She wriggled her luscious ass but her smile was shy.

  “Exactly like that.” Rising on my knees, I aligned myself with her again and thrust inside.

  Ag
ain and again.

  Another moan erupted from her. “Ungh!”

  Wild, deep, desperate—I showed a pathetic lack of finesse. “I’m sorry, but I have to—” I was too consumed by need to finish my sentence.

  Her hips rocked back to meet me, slightly at first then harder. Her head tilted back, her neck arching.

  Someday I wanted that gorgeous throat wrapped around my cock. Would I see the outline of myself in her neck? Shit, that was too much to think about—

  “Touch yourself,” I panted. “Do it.”

  She hesitated only briefly before locking one elbow to brace herself against my thrusts. Then, with a shy smile over her shoulder, she slipped her other hand down her belly.

  I hissed in approval.

  My hands wandered over her greedily—the shifting curves of her back, hips, upper thighs, and the luscious sides of her bouncing tits… Everywhere I could reach, I found a spot to claim as my own.

  Mine.

  Audrey’s supporting arm buckled as I ran my fingertips through her crack. The duvet muffled her gasp as her head dropped.

  I wouldn’t go any further—yet. But I wanted all of her, every way I could have her, and the way she clamped down on me made me think she might want that, too.

  She turned her head, her cheek pressed into the bed as she reached further back and circled the base of my cock with her hot little fingers.

  Fuck!

  That was a damn good way to either slow me down or send me over the edge.

  Can’t finish like this.

  I needed to face her, to look her in the eyes. It was suddenly the most important thing in the world.

  This time she really protested when I pulled out of her, but she couldn’t even get a fully formed word out before I roughly flipped her over and fell into her again.

  I took her mouth, sweeping my tongue against hers until we were both breathless. Our bellies, slick with sweat, slid together. It was hot and sticky and totally fucking replete.

  I was close to unraveling.

  Audrey’s eyes rolled back as my hand followed the lingering trail her wet fingers had left down her stomach. Her head moved from side to side, her jaw tight.