Wake Up Call: Part Two
JAMES
"You are the most perfect fucking thing I've ever seen in my life," I murmured into her mouth.
I'm keeping you, I thought.
Her hand moved suddenly, touching my thigh, obviously on its way to my cock. Fuck, I thought.
I caught her hand, fighting for control. "There's no time. Get dressed," I told her, feeling violent. If I distracted her with pleasure, and made her late for work, I knew she'd avoid me for it. When we weren't caught up in our passion, she was all too willing reject this thing between us. It infuriated me on every level, but there was nothing to be done but work around it. For now . . .
She seemed to come back to herself, moving away from me.
I followed her out of the bathroom, watching her get ready with hungry eyes. She put on her little dress suit of a uniform, with that little tease of a tie.
I was shocked at how quickly she got ready. She was low-maintenance, I was surprised to realize, but she certainly didn't look it. She wasn't wearing a scrap of makeup, and I knew I'd never seen a more beautiful woman.
"That is the hottest fucking flight attendant uniform I've ever seen," I told her as she tucked in her shirt. "That thing should be illegal. I'm going to do some illegal things to you with that little tease of a tie."
Perfect fucking Bianca laughed. My jaw went a little slack at the sight. She was glorious.
"I can do my hair and makeup in the van," she told me with a lovely smile. "Stephan will help me."
She licked her lower lip, waving a hand at me, her eyes going to my crotch. "I still have ten minutes to spare. There has to be something I can do for you. I don't like feeling like I've left you unsatisfied." I didn't think I'd ever been more shocked and pleased by any words in my entire life.
I tried to smile at her, but it was an effort. "You are too perfect," I told her, meaning it to the depths of my soul. "But it's not happening this morning. I'm not coming again until I can be buried inside of you. Preferably for days."
My perfect Bianca only took a step closer, licking her lips.
I sucked in a breath as she suddenly knelt in front of me.
"You could bury yourself somewhere else," she said breathlessly.
She gazed up at me with those breathtaking eyes of hers, her face inches from my cock, but not touching.
I grabbed a handful of her silky hair, feeling covetous and violent and absolutely desperate with need. "Have you done that before?" I asked her. I would punish her if the answer were yes. It was insane, but in my mind every inch of her had always been mine. If she'd given any of it to anyone else, I was determined to show her just how big of a mistake that had been.
She shook her head, licking her lips. I could read in her face that she was sincere. "Like I've told you," she said steadily, "I don't date. I don't do any of this stuff. I don't know what's gotten into me, but you should take me up on the offer before I change my mind."
I couldn't have turned her down to save my life. I ripped my slacks open, and had my cock in her face before she could take another breath.
She blinked at me, her perfect mouth opening wide to latch onto my tip. She sucked at me, her mouth wet and hot. I wanted to ram deep into her throat, but controlled myself.
"Use your hands at the base," I ordered, seeing that she couldn't fit much more than my tip into her mouth.
She obeyed, her delicate hands gripping me. I put my hands over hers, using the moisture from her mouth to lubricate. I showed her how to stroke me at the base.
"Harder," I ordered. "Pull your lips over your teeth and suck harder." She obeyed instantly and perfectly, and I gasped. "Yes, that's perfect, Bianca."
She kept it up, doing exactly as I'd ordered. She was a perfect study. Absolutely perfect, I thought.
"I'm coming," I warned her roughly as my vision went a little hazy, still glued to that rosy mouth on my cock. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you should pull back now." I didn't want her to. I wanted so badly for her to keep sucking, but I didn't want to push her too hard.
As though she'd read my mind, she just sucked harder. I was lost, coming in her mouth, losing myself harder than I could ever remember.
I'm keeping you, I thought possessively, pulling her up and hard against me.
I kissed her, my hands pulling roughly at her hair.
After long, drugging moments, I pulled back, glancing at the clock.
"You're late," I told her unsteadily. "We'll talk later. I don't want you to get into trouble. I've seen how important your work ethic is to you."
She just nodded, looking suddenly distant, as though she'd just forgotten everything we'd done together. That look, that distance in her eyes, drove me fucking up the wall crazy.
She was ready to go in swift instants, not looking at me.
I almost lost it on her, the knowledge that she wouldn't hesitate to drop me for good all that kept me from shaking up her composure.
She walked out of that room without looking back. I'd never felt so desperately covetous of anyone or anything in my life.
I straightened my clothing and took a few necessary minutes to compose myself before I followed her.
Her back was to me as I approached her and Stephan in the lobby.
Stephan glanced up as I neared, giving me a tentative smile. Bianca turned, looking comically shocked at my presence. She recovered quickly, though, running her eyes over my body, and when they reached my cock, she licked her lips. It was too much.
I waited for her eyes to meet mine before looking at Stephan and nodding. "Good morning," I told him, keeping my voice as polite as I could manage.
"Morning," he said with a pleasant smile.
I laid my hand at the nape of her neck. Her eyes moved to my cock and my grip tightened. Her gaze shot back up to mine.
"Our Buttercup is a handful, Stephan," I said idly. I was trying out the word 'our.' It went against every instinct I had to share her with another man, but from what I had observed of their relationship, I knew that I would have to share or get nothing at all. At least he was only a friend, and a protective one at that.
Stephan surprised me by laughing. "She is that."
"A fucking perfect handful," I murmured to Bianca.
Stephan laughed harder, not taking offense. "Well, I wouldn't exactly know about that, but I'll take your word for it."
"Walk me to the door, please?" I asked Bianca.
She didn't hesitate, moving with me.
I lowered my hand from her nape as we reached the door.
"I'm going to tie you to my bed and take your hymen," I told her quietly, unable to keep the words to myself, even knowing they would shock her. In fact, saying them because they would. "I can't seem to think about anything else. Tell me when I can see you again."
She swallowed visibly. I watched her lovely throat work. "I'm not sure," she said unsteadily. "I have a twelve hour day tomorrow. We're doing a turn to DC."
"What about today?" I asked, watching her face closely.
She blinked at me. "I'm flying back to Las Vegas."
I nodded and strode away.