Chapter Four
Sean
I have no idea what kind of game Kennedy is playing. I only know that she’s playing one and it involves me. When she appeared on stage at nine sharp—looking like she’d just been dipped in sin—two things became glaringly apparent. One, she’s not acting like the innocent I remember, and two, my sister is somehow involved in this setup. Which means sexy Kennedy Lane, who makes my balls fucking ache, is no longer off-limits.
I still don’t know why she’s pretending to be someone else, or why she thinks I don’t recognize her. I’ll get to the bottom of it eventually. But right now, as she walks ahead of me and my gaze slides down her back to settle on her lush ass, there is another bottom I’m more interested in exploring.
A savage, hungry growl rumbles in the depths of my throat as I take in her curves, the sway of her body as she goes back to the table to collect her jacket. She takes a sip of her wine, and when she brushes her tongue over her bottom lip again, my cock throbs and something dark stirs inside me. Jesus, I’m going to fucking destroy her.
I look her over as she turns back to me, my mind’s eye tracking the path my tongue will take. I’m going to eat every inch of her and leave her spent and bruised come morning. Her blue eyes widen, a hint of unease, but everything about her says she wants this—wants me.
Heat flares through me and my balls constrict as I slip my hand around her waist and guide her to the elevators. She keeps casting me quick glances, and it feels like an eternity as we wait for the doors to open. When they do, I usher her on, anxious to have her alone. An elderly couple slips in beside us. Too bad. I might have taken her right here against the back mirror.
“Lovely evening,” the gentleman says. I smooth my hand over my tie, an effort to present composure as arousal burns through me.
“Great night,” I say, and pull Kennedy against me to hide my erection. It jabs her waist, and her little intake of breath makes me smile.
If she were as bold as she’s pretending to be, no way would she gasp at my hard cock pressing against her. In fact, she might have rubbed against it, teased me a little, the way she was trying to tease me in the booth. Fuck, why does the idea of a good girl wanting to play bad turn me on even more? I have no idea, but what I do know is if she wants bad, she came to the right guy.
I place my hand on her stomach, and she quivers as I splay my fingers. Sure, there is a couple beside us, but as they stare at the number pad, counting the floors as they slip by, I let my hand glide downward, lightly brushing over her pelvis.
Her breathing changes, becomes erratic, and I like teasing her, like that innocent pink flush on her cheeks. I can feel her heat reach out to me and can practically smell her arousal. Sweet fucking spun sugar, like those damn candy hearts she used to devour when she was a kid.
Be Mine.
I still remember her giving me that one when she was sixteen—when she and Olivia were secretly playing their favorite game of Truth or Dare. I knew everything those two did. Just like I knew how upset she was when she couldn’t get tickets to see her favorite British band, Random Nation. Olivia and I were going—we’d saved all summer, and the only way our father would let me go was if I took my kid sister. But despite all the babysitting Kennedy did, she didn’t have enough money for the overinflated ticket price. Christ, I worked extra hours at the coffee shop that summer, saving every goddamn tip I made. In the end I had enough money, but the fucking concert was sold out by the time I tried to get her a ticket. Not that she knew any of that. The last thing I wanted to do was give her the wrong impression. Which was why when she handed me that stupid Be Mine candy, I tossed it into my mouth and laughed at her, treating her like she was a stupid kid. She ran away, embarrassed. But it was either that or follow through with every depraved activity I wanted to do with her.
But tonight…tonight I will be hers and she’ll be mine, and I plan to get my fucking fill of her once and for all. Tomorrow night she’ll help me out at the cocktail party, and on Sunday life will go back to normal. Hopefully that normal will include Cochrane as a new client.
The elevator stops on my floor, and I slide my arm around her back, resting it at the sweet swell of her ass, and guide her off. Her steps slow, and I pray to fuck she isn’t having second thoughts. Fifty hand-jobs won’t be enough to get me through the night if she changes her mind.
“Kitten?” I ask, pulling my key card from my pocket. “Everything okay?” I want her certain. I want to fuck the hell out of her, but I won’t lay my hand on her if she’s not game.
“Yeah,” she says, her voice stroking my cock and flaring the need inside me.
“You good?”
“No one can know about this,” she begins. “I’m not supposed to sleep with the customers.”
Since I’m not really her customer—because she’s not really a dancer at Carleton House—I’m not sure why she doesn’t want anyone to know about us, or what else she is hiding, but I’ll play along for now. “My lips are sealed.”
“This is just a one-time thing,” she adds.
“One time,” I agree, and I flash the key card over the lock. The light turns green, and I push open the door and wave my hand for her to enter.
“Nice place,” she says as she glances around my penthouse suite.
“Nice indeed,” I say, my voice deeper than moments before as my gaze slides to her lush ass—one I definitely plan to spank. She spins, and when she faces me, I capture both her hands, slip them around her back, and hold them there with one of mine. “Tell me what you were thinking about,” I say.
“What do you mean?” Her voice is wavering, and I like that she’s rattled, like that I can do that to her.
“When I was rubbing my cock, thinking about driving it into this pretty mouth of yours, what was going through your mind?”
Her head drops, her long hair shadowing her expression. “I––” she begins, then shuts her mouth. But I’ll have none of that. Tonight, we’re going to fuck and fuck hard, and I want to know every dirty thought she has, every little thing she wants done to her.
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking…”
I cup her chin and angle it so she’s forced to look at me. “What?”
“That I wished I could see what you were doing.”
Hmmm, not quite what I expected her to say, but it’s definitely something I can work with. “I can make that happen. As long as I get the same in return.”
Her chest heaves, those creamy white breasts of hers rising and falling with an innocence I can’t wait to exploit.
“What do you mean?”
I hold both of her wrists in my palm, and run my free hand down the front of her body until I reach her sex. Backing her up, I press her to the wall and cup her hot mound. “This,” I say. “Tonight, this is mine. I’m going to do whatever I want with it, and if I want you to touch yourself, to spread your sweet lips wide so I can see every inch of you, you’ll do it.”
“But—”
I press my finger to her lips. “You’re in my territory now, Kitten. This is my playground, and you’re my toy. I get to play with you any way I want. Only my rules apply here.” Heat flashes in her eyes, and I smirk at the raw need emanating from her body.
I lower my head and capture her mouth. My tongue seeks entrance, and she leans into me. Her mouth is soft, so goddamn soft, her body so pliable in my arms, it’s like she’s never been touched or kissed before. Then again, before tonight, before I have my way with her, it’ll be like she’s never really been fucked.
Her tongue flicks across mine, her taste so sweet it just about drives me insane. I need to have her. All of her. Now. After a good, hard kiss to mark her as mine for the night, I step back. My gaze never leaves hers as I tug on my tie. She watches me carefully, her eyes wide, wanting. I catch the way her mouth drops open, the way she’s rubbing her wrists together, a telltale sign I bet she doesn’t even know she’s sending. Christ, little Kennedy Lane is such an easy read, but I’d bet my next paycheck she’s never been tied up in her entire life—no matter how much she wants to be.
Time to fix that.
“On the bed, hands behind your back.” I give her a little nudge to set her in motion, and she hurries across the room and sinks onto the bed. I take in her posture, the rapid-fire pulse on her neck. “Panties off.”
“Sean,” she says, my name coming out on a breathy whisper.
“Yeah, Kitten?” I ask slowly.
Her entire body is practically vibrating. “I…nothing.” She lifts her backside from the bed, reaches under her dress, and removes her panties. She’s about to kick off her shoes to make the removal easier, but I shake my head.
“Shoes stay.”
She works the panties past the high heels, tosses them on the floor, and lowers herself again. I take a moment to look at her. How did I get so fucking lucky? A sweet innocent all dressed up in sin and just waiting for me to make her feel good. Motherfucker. I swear to God I must have done something right in a previous life.
I step up to her and push her hair from her shoulders so I can see that pretty mouth of hers. I can’t wait to fuck it. As I admire her, she stares up at me, her eyes wide, like she’s holding her breath and counting down the seconds until I touch her.
“Breathe,” I say.
She sucks in air, and the desire I feel for her rocks me to the core. How many fucking years have I dreamed about this exact scenario? Kennedy Lane, mine to do with as I please. Sweet Jesus. I take a second to savor the moment, savor her before I strip her naked and slide my fingers into her slick core.
“Sean,” she pleads, her eyes flicking shut.
I angle my head, take in her quivering body. “Look at me.” Her lids flutter open, and I grip her hair, pulling on it gently so her head lifts. “Do you even have any idea what you’re begging for, Kitten?”
“Yes…no. I don’t know.”
My gaze drops to her parted lips, all wet and ready for me. “Could it be that you want your mouth on my cock?” I push my finger between her lips to spread them. “Want to fuck me with this hot, tight hole until I come?”
A little cry catches in her throat. “I think so,” she murmurs.
“You want my cum, don’t you? You’re a naughty little girl who wants every drop, and you don’t care how you get it—in your mouth or in your pussy.”
“Sean,” she hisses out. Christ, what is it about the way she says my name that turns me on so much?
“Then again, maybe what you really want is my tongue on your body. Maybe you want me to lick those hard nipples poking through your bra, or could it be that you want me to bury my mouth between your legs and eat at you until you come all over my face. Could that be it?”
The pink on her cheeks darkens like a goddam confession, as her nipples grow so hard I’m sure they’re going to cut through the lace holding them back. My fingers itch to touch those lush breasts, to roll those hard buds around in my mouth until she’s screaming my name.
Now that I have her right where I want her, I continue. “Or maybe you want me to tie your hands together, limit your movement while I drive my cock inside you so hard and deep you’ll never walk the same again.”
“Oh. My. God.” She breathes out.
“Better yet…” I brush my thumb over her mouth.
“What?” she asks.
“I’m going to do all three.” I wait for a second, examine her responses, then say, “Yeah, you want it all. You want every little bit of that because you’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you?”
A cry slips from her lips as she tosses her head back. “Yes,” she answers.
Good enough for me. I grip her chin, squeezing lightly until she opens her mouth for me. “This fucking mouth. As much as I want to hear it scream my name, I want my cock in it more.”
I bend forward and attack her lips, my tongue seeking entrance, wetting her pretty mouth even more to prepare it for my cock. She kisses me back, and our tongues tangle. Fuck, she’s a good kisser. So good I don’t want to stop. If I didn’t have other things I need to do to her—need her to do to me—I could spend the night with my mouth on hers and be as happy as fuck.
“Lift your dress and open your legs. I want you spread wide when you suck my cock.”
She inches her legs open, and I glimpse her hot, pink lips glistening in the lamplight. Goddammit, I can’t wait to lick her, make her come hard. I want to give it to her so fucking good that she’ll forget she’s putting on an act. But I’m going to make her wait a bit for it. If she wants to play a game with me, I can damn well play one with her, too.
I grab my tie and shackle her wrists behind her back, keeping the knot loose enough that she can get out if she needs to, even though her eyes and body language tell me this is exactly what she wants. Her warm breath flutters across my face as I lean over her. “Keep your hands here. You’re going to get me off with your mouth only.”
I step back, rip into my pants, and kick them off. As I expose my cock, the color in her cheeks darkens. I take my cock into my hand and stroke the long length of it. Hot blood fills my veins, and I throb. It feels good, but her mouth is going to feel better. “So this is what you wanted to see?”
She nods, her mouth opening and closing like she wants to say something but can’t. I kind of dig the way she’s looking at my cock—like she seriously wants a taste. Who am I to disappoint her? Although, I’m a bit worried that as soon as her hot mouth takes me deep, I might just erupt down the back of her throat. My cock grows impossibly thicker, and I’m sure I’ve never been so hard in my life.
I move back into her personal space until her mouth is poised at my cock. “Open wide,” I say, and run my thumb along her wet bottom lip. Christ, she looks so fucking hot I’m about to shoot off before she even touches me. She obliges, and I push my thumb into her mouth and shake my head. “You think my cock is going to fit in here?”
She whimpers and shifts on the bed like she’s struggling with the bind, but I know she likes it. As much as I want to feel her soft hands on me, touching my body and stroking my cock, this time I’ll keep her tied because it seems to be part of the fantasy she’s built up in her head. Next time will be different.
Next time?
Yeah, who am I trying to kid? There’s going to be a next time. One time is so not going to cut it after waiting an eternity for this, and we still have the whole weekend to play.
I slide my crown into her mouth, and her lips close around me. I rock my hips, giving her an inch at a time. Fuck, that feels good. I hold the back of her head as she swallows me, her mouth so wet and hot that I moan loudly. That seems to urge her on. Her head bobs, and I follow the motion with my hands until I hit the back of her throat and she chokes a little. She pulls back and a cry slips from her lips, one of pleasure not pain, and it tells me so much about her.
“Try harder,” I command in a soft voice, and her body vibrates. I grin at her reactions. Christ, who knew we’d make such a great team in the bedroom. I like giving orders and she likes taking them. She relaxes her throat, and I slide in deeper. I’m practically halfway down her damn throat, my cock stretching her neck. She’s going to be rewarded for this. “Yeah, Kitten. You’re so good at that.”
Tenderness moves through me, and I inch out to give her air, knowing she’s taken me far too deep as it is. She licks my crown then runs her tongue over the length of me. I grab my balls, and she dips her head lower to suck one into her mouth. Oh, shit. My cock throbs as she licks, and I grip her hair.
“Put my cock in your mouth,” I order.
She takes me back in, and my blood pumps faster as I let go and spurt down her throat. My heart squeezes as I look at her happily drinking me in. She’s so fucking good, trying so hard to be bad, that I want nothing more than to please her.
I stop pumping and inch out. I brush my thumb over her mouth then wipe the wetness on my leg. “Come here, Kitten.” I pull her to her feet, and her dress falls back to her thighs. I touch the material, dip my finger under the hem. Using a soft touch, I slide up her inner thigh until I reach her wet sex.
“You’re soaked,” I murmur, and lightly brush my thumb over her clit. The heat of her skin is almost more than I can take.
“Sean,” she whispers as her body begs for relief. “Oooh.”
I apply a bit more pressure, pinching the tip, then run my finger down her slick folds. She wiggles slightly, and deciding she’s had enough torture, I push my finger all the way inside her tight hole.
“Yes,” she cries, rubbing up against me like a…well, like a kitten.
I pull out only to push back in again, and her legs are so shaky it’s a wonder she can still stand. I remove my finger and she groans in disappointment, but it turns to a moan when I reach behind her back and unzip the dress that is totally in my way. I remove the tie from her hands and toss it over my shoulder. She wiggles slightly and the dress falls to her feet.
As she faces me in nothing but a bra and high heels, looking like a sex kitten, I take a long moment to just drink in the sight, to memorize it so I can whack off to it when this weekend comes to an end. Her teeth rake over her bottom lip as I take my sweet time looking at her, and in turn she gazes the length of me, and a little gasp catches in her throat when she sees my cock hardening all over again. Yeah, that’s what she does to me.
“Turn,” I say.
She spins on those ridiculous high heels, her sweet ass aimed my way. I unhook her bra, let it fall to the floor, and slide my hands around her ribcage. I brush the underside of her breasts, then take her nipples between my fingers and rub. I nudge her a little, until her knees hit the bed.
“This ass,” I say. “It’s mine.” I pull my hand back, and with my fingers splayed wide, give a little slap. She gasps, and I rub the sting my big palm leaves behind. But when she wiggles, I whack her again, only this time I add a bit more strength.
“Yes,” she cries out.
I pull the tie from my shoulder and loop it around her hands again, a little tighter this time. I want her to know she’s restrained, that she’s my toy, under my command. She cries out in bliss, and I press my mouth to the shell of her ear. “That’s just the start of what you’re going to get for shaking your ass at me tonight.”
I push a knee between her legs and spread them wide, then nudge her forward until her shoulders are on the bed. I look at my handiwork, and when I see her ass in the air, her sweet pussy wide open, I nearly sob with pleasure.
I step back in to her and give her another slap, and she whispers my name. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. The second I taste her sweetness, pure lust fills me, and the need to bury myself in her balls deep strips away my ability to think with any sort of clarity. Lust provoking me, I probe her with my tongue, opening her up and exploring her deep. She pushes back, rubbing herself on my face, and my cock grows so hard a shudder races through me.
I steal a quick glance at her. Her upper body is moving, her breasts pushing against the soft bedding as her hair spills over her shoulders. Fuck, she’s sexy. Returning my focus to the heat between her legs, I lick her again and run circles around her swollen clit. I shove a finger into her, and her muscles quake. She’s so damn close, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I need a deeper, more thorough taste first.
It’s fucking insane how much I want her.
I pull my finger out and replace it with my tongue, licking and fucking her bare sex until she’s nothing but a quivering mess.
“Look at you, all hot and desperate to come,” I say, breathing the words over her pussy. I grip her thighs and squeeze, my fingers leaving little red marks as I widened her even more. Her pussy spreads open and I push two fingers inside. She bucks against me, and with my other hand I stroke her clit.
Jesus, she’s really something.
“Oh, yes,” she moans, and just like that, she comes all over me. I keep my fingers inside, giving her the length of them to clench down on, and once the tremors subside, I push my face between her legs. Honest to fuck, I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.
I grab my pants, pull out a condom, and quickly roll it on. With her ass still in the air, I hold her hips for leverage and push my cock into her. I drive in so hard and deep she gasps and grips the tie binding her hands. My heart misses a beat as I look at her, feel her squeeze around me.
Un-fucking-believable, and way better than any juvenile fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot and tight, Kitten. It feels so good around my cock that I might not ever take it out.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, and the sweet scent of her shampoo reaches my nose and damn near does me in. It’s all I can do to hang on. My heart thunders in my ears as I strive for a measure of control. What the fuck? I’ve never lost control before. I glance down to watch the way my cock slides in and out of her. I push and grind deep, then pull out again.
She begins to pant and rear back harder to meet my every thrust. As she moves with me, I grab one shoulder to hold her down and slip the other hand between her legs to stroke her clit. She whimpers and moves with me, pushing against me and massaging my cock with her tight pussy. Fuck, I could get used to this.
Careful, Sean, it’s just a weekend fling.
The second I apply more pressure to her clit, her muscles squeeze my cock so hard the room fades to black. “Fuck, yes,” I groan.
As her pleasure resonates through me, my cock throbs inside her, and on her last clench, I throw my head back and let go, wishing I didn’t have a damn condom on because I want all my cum inside her. I fall over her, lost in a fog of pleasure, and work to catch my breath as I ride out the pulses.
Talk about rocking my fucking world.
“Sean,” she whispers, and I shift to the side so I’m not crushing her. I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, and drop it into the waste can. Then I run my hand down her back, watching little goose bumps form as I free her hands. I roll her and catch a warm, sexy, sated look in her eyes when they meet mine. I might not be a religious man like my father, but as she looks at me, a miracle happens between my legs.
She bites her bottom lip and glances down at my cock with renewed interest. “Oh,” she says, her lashes fluttering innocently. With her hands free, she reaches out and gathers my hard appendage in her palms, stroking lightly as I grow.
“Yeah. Oh,” I respond, and reposition her in the bed. I fall over her, my hands going to her face as my mouth crashes down on hers again. The woman is fucking addictive, and I plan to have my way with her again—all weekend, really—even though we agreed on a one-shot deal. Now, how to convince her?