Kitabı oku: «The Dare Collection August 2019», sayfa 10

CHAPTER FIVE
Reid

I’VE NO TIME to ask her what her slight hesitation in the car was about because the minute the door closes she spins to face me, yanks my neck down and pushes her tongue against mine. I’d never admit it aloud, but keeping up with her vast collection of fantasies could prove too much for me, as ancient as I am, not that I won’t die trying, of course. And I can’t stop touching her, my hands and mouth desperate to explore every inch until we know Blair Cameron thoroughly and completely.

And I’m a perfectionist, not content to simply cruise—I want to get inside her head, I want to push her to her limit and I want her so sexually sated that I’m the only man on her mind, no room for hesitations, old or not.

I sling one arm under her arse as she grips my waist with her thighs and head for the bedroom. She tugs my hair, tilting my head back, and my mind scrambles for the nearest flat surface—we’re not going to make it to the bedroom, which is upstairs but may as well be on the moon.

Strung taut by my own pledge, I carry her across the hall and kick open the door to the nearest room, almost dropping her, she’s writhing so much. It’s my home office, not the most practical, but the floor is carpeted and there’s a chesterfield sofa in one corner, which is where I head.

‘I’m sorry—you’re too fucking sexy. This will have to do.’ The minute I release her she slides to her feet.

I slide my hand down her bare arm, allowing it to linger palm-to-palm for a few beats. I’m rewarded with the flex of her fingers against mine. The barest of handholds.

‘Why don’t you strip for me, gorgeous? I want to see all of you.’ I go first, shrugging off my jacket and unbuckling my belt.

‘You first—keep going. I want to see what I’ve only felt up to now. See if it’s as good as I’ve imagined.’

I grin—she’s irresistible. ‘I thought I was in the driving seat?’ I unbutton my shirt. Us naked is a win-win for us, whoever goes first.

‘You are.’ She kicks off her shoes. ‘Sorry. Habit, I guess, and eagerness to have that bad boy in my mouth.’ Her stare drops to my crotch as she thrusts her clutch bag my way. ‘There’s a condom inside.’ She scoops her dress up and off and, before I’ve even had the chance to take in her dark nipples and the strip of hair between her thighs I’d felt earlier, she’s up close, attacking my fly once more.

I take her hand, stilling her hurried tugging, and press her palm over my erection so she feels the pulsing of my dick that’s all for her. ‘I love your enthusiasm, but I’ve got this.’ I toss down the clutch bag and retrieve my own condom stash from the pocket of my trousers, pulling off my shirt.

‘Sorry.’ She chuckles. ‘I’ve just waited so long. I just want to make sure you don’t run away before I’ve had my wicked way with you. All of you.’

I grin, the picture she paints fuelling my libido, not that it needs any help.

My greedy eyes scour her nakedness and I can’t help reaching out to cup one perfect breast, my thumb tracing the nipple dragging another shudder from her. ‘You’re so fucking sexy.’ What is she doing here? Thank fuck I didn’t say that out loud.

She drags her bottom lip under her teeth, her eyes wide and glazed with affirming lust. I suck in some air and force my overexcited body back from the brink, determined to show her a good time, as promised, even if it means taking this at a pace abhorrent to my restless body. But first I need to get into her head.

‘I promise your patience will be rewarded,’ I say.

Her eyes flare, a mix of turned-on and vulnerable. ‘I know—I just...this is the first time I’ve been intimate with a man since...’

I nod. ‘I understand.’ That she’s comfortable telling me about her ex’s betrayal adds another layer of respect for her to what I’m already feeling. That she’s comfortable enough to tease me about our age gap leaves me feeling as alive as if I’m touching her, kissing her. Alive like I haven’t felt in years...

She shudders out a sigh. ‘A year is a long time.’

I step close. ‘A lifetime. And, as you’ve pointed out, I’m older than you, don’t forget. I’m struggling to keep up with that insatiably filthy mind of yours.’

Her teeth take another tug on that full bottom lip, a small smile playing there as her stare drops to my straining fly. ‘I’m sure you’ll do just fine, although if it were up to me you’d already be inside me.’ She blurts out a laugh, covering her mouth with one hand. And I grin with her—the fact that we can lighten such an intense moment for her into a shared joke sending me soaring.

‘You’re so forthright and demanding.’ How can I resist her when just her smile punches a hole through my chest?

‘You’re so hot, and hung. Stop talking.’

I obey, my libido grateful for the change of pace, and open my fly. I watch her face as I release myself with a sigh, my hand lingering for a lazy pump or two. Of course, my eager dick is done waiting and needs appeasing.

Her pupils flare with excitement.

‘You like that?’ I ask, certain of the answer.

‘Yes.’ She watches me stroke myself, short pants lifting her breasts, and then she drops to her knees, not even bothering to free me fully from my boxers before she wraps that luscious mouth around the head of my cock and moans, as if her need to taste me matches my need to have another taste of her sweetness.

I bite back the intense surge of pleasure at her heated mouth engulfing me. I guess we’re still battling for control of the steering wheel. But if it feels this good, I’m happy to concede some of the time. The sight of her mouth on me burns into my retinas, smashing every tepid fantasy from my mind like blows from a baseball bat. I wasn’t lying this morning—I’ve fantasised about her too, never imagining she’d ever reciprocate my attraction. Never imagining I’d get a shot with someone as astounding, jaded as I am.

I tangle my hands in her hair and hold the air trapped in my lungs while I rock my hips in time with the bobbing of her head. She looks up at me while she’s sucking, a smile on her face and her eyes wicked. It’s taking every shred of control I possess not to blow at the sight. It’s a good thing we’re just fucking—a woman like her could seriously threaten my single status if I was in the market for more. Wonderful woman could be made for me...

I cup her cheek, forcing my stare to stay on hers when the view of my cock disappearing past those lips is so tempting. I focus on sensation, grunting again when I touch the back of her throat and she hums, the vibration of the sound jerking new thrills alive along my length.

‘That feels so good.’ I widen my feet; clench my arse. ‘You look beautiful with your mouth on me.’ My voice breaks as her pupils dilate and her eyelids droop.

When she cups my balls, her fingers sliding behind to press down on my perineum, I grip her shoulders, pushing her back before I reach the point of no return and empty myself down her throat.

Fuck, where did she learn that trick?

‘Not yet.’ I drag her to a standing position and ease her back onto the sofa. ‘You need to come one more time, first.’

She squeaks out a protest as I hand her the condom and shed the last of my clothing.

‘I’m not sure I can. This is way better than my fantasies.’ She wipes her swollen lips.

I grin—it’s becoming a permanent look on me. ‘I’m sure you can. I’d put money on it, because I’m going to make you, and then I’m going to come too, inside you.’ I fist my attention-greedy cock, tugging faster when she stares with her lips parted around pants of excitement. I want to roll my eyes closed but the look on her face, her stare bouncing between my face and my cock, still shiny with her saliva, in my hand... I can’t miss one second.

She whimpers, her own hand dropping between her legs, fingers pressing between her clenched thighs. ‘Reid...’

I snatch my hand away before it’s too late. She’s too hot, too tempting and I want to come inside that tight haven that awaits me between her legs. I step close and she tears into the condom. When I’m covered I splay her back into the leather and kneel between her thighs, my mouth diving for one taut, straining nipple.

She cries my name as I suck the peak with everything I have. She’s greedy, wrapping her legs around my waist, her hips lifting to grind her clit against my erection. I press her nipple to the back of my teeth and slide the head of my cock through her wet folds until she’s moaning and whimpering, her eyes desperately clinging as well as her hands.

Releasing her nipple with drawn-out suction, I grip the base of my erection and line myself up with her drenched entrance. ‘I’m sorry it’s not a bed, but I need to be inside you now.’

She nods, eyes almost frantic with want. ‘Yes... I don’t care. This is perfect.’

My throat closes. She’s perfect.

I angle the head of my cock inside her.

She tenses and I freeze, braced just outside the gates of paradise.

I grit my teeth. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Yes. It’s just...you’re...massive.’

I kiss her, tempering my grin and finding her clit with my thumb to remind her this is about our pleasure. ‘Why, thanks.’

She smiles, shifting something in my chest. ‘I kind of wish I’d known all this time—perhaps I’d have worked up the courage to jump you sooner.’

My ego inflates, even as I chuckle at the picture she paints, and I rub her clit and tongue that nipple once more, rewarding her honesty with as much pleasure as I can. She gifts the end of my cock with another gush of heat. I gather every scrap of willpower I possess to hold still. ‘I’ll go slow. At first.’ I rub my thumb in a slow circle, loving the way she gasps and her pupils dilate as she looks up at me. ‘And I have the feeling you and I are going to slot together perfectly.’

She nods, her trust pinching my ribs. Her hands find the cheeks of my arse and together we guide me home into her tight heat, our stares locked. We groan together, the wait worth it for the look of ecstasy on her face alone.

‘You okay?’ I pause, buried to the hilt, ensuring she’s with me, even as my need roars so loudly in my chest I’m surprised I’m not sporting a mane and a mouth full of canines. But my patience is a brittle thread.

‘Yes. This is better than I imagined.’ Her eyes are wide, her voice breathy, and my chest fills with pride and longing to make this a night she’ll never forget.

‘Tell me. I need to hear that pretty mouth say the words. It’s your fantasy after all.’ I trace her bottom lip and she darts out her tongue, laving the pad of my fingertip.

‘Fuck me, Reid. Don’t hold back.’

‘I can’t—I want you too badly.’ Her internal muscles squeeze me so I have to bite my tongue and recite in my head the one Shakespeare speech I learned at school to stave off the rush of pleasure. I dive once more for her nipple, alternating sucks and licks with plundering kisses, while I rock into her slowly at first, again and again. I brace myself on one arm, guiding her hand between our bodies. ‘Touch yourself.’

Her fingers move on her clit and my free hand returns to her nipple, strumming in time with the frequency of her frantic breaths and choppy moans.

Only when I feel her tighten on my cock do I let go, powering into her until she climaxes with a cry, her nails digging into my hip.

‘That’s what I wanted,’ I grit out, cupping her flushed face so her eyes stay on mine. ‘Stay with me.’

She nods, bracing her arms on the sofa over her head so with every thrust she meets me head-on.

‘Blair...’ The fire builds. The sight of this beautiful, confident woman splayed under me, her skin flushed with her pleasure as she waits to witness mine, snapping the last thread of my control. I choke out the words. ‘I’m coming. For you.’ And then I follow her over, my face buried in her neck and flames racing down my spine.

Fucking hell... We’ll be doing that again.

When we surface, the sweat cooling, I take my weight off her underneath me and sit back on my heels. I pull her into a sitting position and reach for a throw from the back of the sofa to drape around her, while I take care of the condom with some tissues from a box on the desk. It gives me time to find my breath, to compose myself after that fantastic lay... Otherwise we might have to start again, from the top.

When I return she’s still checking me out like the three orgasms I’ve given her today have done nothing but whet her appetite. I hold out my hand, feeling ten feet tall, and she stands.

‘Can you stay?’ I fuss with her hair, sliding my fingers through the tangles I’ve created, although just fucked suits her perfectly. ‘That was so good, I want a repeat, just to check I’m not dreaming.’

She laughs. ‘I’m not complaining.’

I grip her chin, holding her still so I can enjoy her kiss. ‘I should hope not. But we should make sure something that good is reproducible.’

She lifts one delicate shoulder, the one that’s become exposed by the blanket slipping. ‘A scientific experiment—I like it. Okay, but only if you’re up to it, old man. I don’t want to be responsible for depriving the Faulkner Group of its CEO.’

I grin, secretly delighted by her teasing. ‘Old man, she says.’ Then I swing her up into my arms and carry her, giggling, to my room as if I’ve dropped ten years.

* * *

It’s four a.m. by the time we’ve exhausted my condom stash. I slide my fingers through the silkiness of her hair and contemplate dragging my weary bones downstairs to retrieve her clutch bag, which, she tells me, has two more inside.

It’s bad enough she’s as addictive as sex heroin, that fulfilling her fantasies has become my new favourite pastime. Where did she come from and how long can I juggle business and pleasure so I can keep her in my bed until I’ve quenched this fire roaring through my arid life?

Her eyes are still closed where her head rests on my sweaty chest, but she smiles, as if she knows I’m watching her.

‘Those were some moves—I’ll be walking like a cowboy for the rest of the week,’ she says.

I laugh. I’ve done that more in the last few hours than in the last month, too. ‘Glad I could oblige. Give an old man a second to catch his breath and I’ll run you a bath.’

She scrapes her fingernails up and down the ladder of my abs, which clench every time she shifts, and rubs her soft labia over my thigh. My dick stirs. ‘Fuck, I think you’re actually going to kill me.’

She laughs and kisses me. ‘You are pretty insatiable for a thirty-something.’

I grin and kiss the top of her head. Verbal sparring with her is almost as good as the horizontal sparring we’ve spent the last four hours indulging in. I roll onto my side so we’re face-to-face, filling my hand with her gorgeous arse and tugging her hips close.

She’s rumpled, so damned sexy and even more beautiful, if that’s possible. ‘There’s plenty more where that came from if you have more lewd fantasies.’

She smiles, gives a half-laugh, but then she grows serious.

‘You must think I’m nuts.’ Her teeth trap her lip and I tease it free with the pad of my thumb.

‘Not at all—that you know what you want and chase it is almost as sexy as hearing all those filthy requests.’ I trace her bottom lip, pressing a playful kiss there to show her I’m in no way judging. Then I sober, my own betrayal a sour taste hijacking the sympathy I feel for what she went through with her ex.

‘Was it someone you knew? The woman he cheated on you with?’ Sadie, as far as I know, didn’t cheat. But there are other ways to betray. Other ways to hurt and emasculate. Attacking the very heart of who I am—my family, my business, the father I hero-worship—is a well-aimed weapon.

Blair’s eyes widen as she slowly shakes her head on the pillow. I press my forehead to hers so her face blurs out of focus and whisper over her lips, ‘It’s okay—you don’t have to tell me. But if you ever want to talk—’

I hear her deep inhale and then the rush of words. ‘It was a man—his best friend.’

I freeze, shock pinning me to the mattress, and then feel a stronger compulsion to drag her into my arms and hold her.