There it was again. That rough, commanding tone. The order that sent an unexpected rush down her spine. Then his hands were on top of her head, his fingers digging into her hair, as he tugged her closer so her mouth could meet his hard, hot cock. She curled a hand around the base. He groaned from her first touch. She hadn’t even wrapped her lips around him yet. A thrill raced across her bloodstream from his reaction. She brought the head to her lips, swirling her tongue and tasting him like he was candy.
His fingers gripped her hair harder, digging in through her strands to her skull. She drew him in more, licking and lapping him up, but keeping up a teasing pace, only letting him in so far. She knew how to give a hell of a blow job. She was skilled in driving a man crazy and to the brink of lust-fueled insanity. She’d take her sweet time with her hand curved tightly as she stroked him, and her lips giving the head the special treatment. From the way he rocked his hips into her, he liked it. A lot.
“No teasing,” he growled. “Take me all the way in.”
Okay, so maybe a change of pace was called for. She opened wider, and brought him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat.
She heard a sharp breath, then a groan as he grasped her harder and rougher, spearing her hair with his strong fingers. “That’s better. Keep it up like that, sweetness. I’m not going to be gentle. I intend to fuck your pretty little mouth.”
His dirty words were like some kind of switch in her sex drive that he’d tripped. They sent the temperature inside her from scorching to inferno. She’d never suspected Nate was like this. She knew he was strong in business, commanding in the boardroom, but she hadn’t let her mind imagine what he’d be like in the bedroom. Now, she was discovering a new, dominating, dirty side to him. On the surface she was in control, with her teeth millimeters from his most sensitive flesh, but he so clearly had all the power as she sucked him to the base as he’d demanded, her mouth becoming a warm tunnel for his shaft. He tasted delicious, the perfect mix of clean and musky.
Opening wider, she gave him total use of her throat. He took every inch of the real estate, filling her all the way to his balls that she stroked and tugged as she sucked.
“Lift your skirt up,” he said roughly. “Pull it up to your hips so I can watch you.”
She yanked it up, revealing her wet lacy panties. “Beautiful,” he said in an appreciative growl. “Spread your knees more.”
Feeling terribly vulnerable, but terrifically naughty, she widened her knees on the navy blue carpet of his hotel room. Thank God, The Luxe had soft carpeting. She hated rug burn.
“Pull your panties to the side. Let me see how turned on you get from sucking my dick,” he told her as he continued his thrusts in her mouth.
Heat rushed between her legs, and she ached there, a deep and exquisite hollowness crying out to be filled. With one hand on his balls, and his cock rendering her incapable of any speech, she yanked the panel of her panties to her thigh. She was glistening between her legs. She was coated in wetness, the kind of silky dampness that would make for a fabulous, frictionless fuck. Oh lord, her body was demanding to be touched. Begging. She desperately craved his hands, his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.
“That’s a gorgeous sight,” he murmured and she sneaked a peek at him. The scene was so surreal. Nate standing up, jeans at his ankles, his tall, strong body revealed to her for the first time. She on her knees, loving his delicious dick with her mouth as she spread herself for his viewing pleasure. His hands were wrapped around her head, restraining her, controlling her, as he stared so hungrily between her legs. His eyes were wild, like a feral animal.
She’d never felt so craved in her life.
Then he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned so loudly she was sure he was about to come, that she would taste his saltiness sliding down her throat any second. The possibility electrified her, arousing her more than she’d ever expected. She wanted it. Badly.
Instead, he stopped abruptly. He pulled himself out of her mouth, leaving her on the floor with her legs and her mouth wide open.
“Take off everything but the shoes, and bend over the bed.”
Her natural impulse was to talk. To say something. To ask what he wanted next. She didn’t know what he planned to do, but as she stood, she realized that was the point. He hadn’t told her. The anticipation was its own aphrodisiac. He kicked off his shoes and jeans as she stripped down. As she reached for the clasp on her bra, the reality of what they were doing reared its head again. She was about to be naked in front of him. She wasn’t ashamed of her body at all, but this was another turning point in their relationship. From this point on, he’d always know what she looked like naked.
Carpe diem, she told herself, as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor.
His lips parted as his eyes roamed her body, his gaze finally hooking on her breasts. She dipped her thumbs into the side of her panties, and was about to pull them off, when he placed his hands over hers.
He dipped his head to her neck and pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. That seemed to be his favorite spot on her. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, and a sweet rush of tingles spread through her from his tender words. Cupping her breasts, he whispered, “I can’t resist touching them.”
Desire ricocheted inside her. “I like it,” she said, fully aware that they were breaking character, but she knew he was okay with it, because he’d broken first. And truth be told, she loved his unfettered reaction to her body. She loved that he simply had to give in, and hell, did he give in as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts so expertly that she was about to shout take me now.
That would defeat the purpose of this lesson, so she simply let herself exist in the exquisite pleasure of this moment, and of Nate worshipping her body.
Until he returned to that voice he’d used before.
“Now turn around, put your hands on the bed and bend over for me.”
“But you told me to take off my underwear, and it’s still on.”
“I changed my mind. I want to take it off. Turn around now.”
She did, placing her hands on the edge of the bed, bending her back for him, her ass in the air. So many words started to take shape on her tongue—are you going to fuck me, are you going to touch me, are you going to taste me . . .?
She shut her mouth, trying to truly free her mind of the need to know everything.
“Close your eyes,” he told her, and she did. Now it was all in the waiting. The room was dark, there was no music—it was only the two of them, and the possibilities.