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Janna's head was spinning from too much drink and an overdose of a handsome male. She knew she shouldn't be settling so comfortably into Brice's arms, but something about his touch was soothing. She felt like they were the only two people in the room, and that the music played just for them. The last vestige of her rational brain tried to caution her about the seductive direction of her thoughts. What are you doing? He's a millionaire playboy, and you're a near-elderly college student who hasn't got a chance of keeping a man like this.
Janna smiled, the feel of his hands sliding to her hips causing her to ignore the warning. I don't need to keep him, just to catch him for one night, she thought with a giggle. The old catch and release. Sure, she could handle that.
"Are you still giggling?" he asked, causing her to giggle even more.
"I can't help it. I think I'm hysterical."
"I see," he said with mock seriousness. "I seem to remember the traditional cure for female hysteria requiring a lengthy massage. I advise that we begin treatment immediately."
"What?" The liquor and lust-induced haze were making her confused as he began to lead her from the dance floor. She followed, a bemused smile on her face. As she passed a waiter whose elf hat was tilted jauntily to the side, she grabbed a champagne flute off his tray and drained it quickly, setting it on the bar as they moved past it. Brice led her through the wide archway that marked the entrance to the hallway, then stopped suddenly.
"What is it?" she asked, as he pulled her into his arms again.
"Mistletoe," he said, tilting his head upward. She followed his gaze to the spray of fresh white berries tied together with a red ribbon that hung from the archway.
"It's tradition," he said, lowering his head to hers.
"Who am I to buck tradition?" she asked with a sassy smile.
"Who indeed?" He captured her lips in a fiery kiss. He savaged her mouth like a storm, leaving breathless when he finally pulled away.
"Where are we going?" she asked when he slowed down to escort her up a sweeping stairway.
"The treatment for hysteria requires privacy." He gave her a wink, and she laughed again. She didn't know if it was the drinks or the heady atmosphere, but suddenly she was happy to be swept along in his game. It'd been a long time since Janna had been with anyone. Grad school didn't exactly provide extra time for dating, and since beginning her dissertation, her social life was limited to power luncheons with Dani or the other grad students in which they bitched about their research and lack of a social life. It felt good to spend some time with someone of the opposite sex, someone who wanted to spend more time with her.
They hurried down endless hallways until Brice stopped and pulled open a door. "After you, my lady," he said with a short bow, propelling her into the room with gentle pressure on the small of her back.
She walked into the dark room and immediately bumped her shin on a low table. "Ow!" she yelped, and he was instantly behind her, pulling her into his arms.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice concerned. She couldn't make out his face in the darkness.
"Yes, just bumped something. Maybe you could turn on the lights?"
"Of course." His tone was self-effacing. "How foolish of me." The lights blinked on and Janna finally took in her surroundings. The room was huge, and Janna thought in passing that she could fit about seven rooms the size of the one she had at the co-op within Brice's monstrous bedroom. A white marble fireplace dominated one wall, the dark wood paneling around it creating a stunning contrast. The opposite wall was comprised of floor to ceiling windows and doors that led out onto a long stone balcony. The windows were hung with opulent velvet drapes in a light cream color, like cafe au lait.
Overstuffed sofas and chairs were scattered around, as were several tables. Each table seemed to hold either an antique lamp, a piece of sculpture, or a vase filled with fresh cut flowers. The centerpiece of the room, however, was definitely the bed. It was massive, the headboard made of smooth chocolate leather, the coverings looking soft and inviting. It was a rich man's room, but also a man of taste. Somehow it was both comfortable and refined, and above all seductive, like the man standing before her.
"Well?" he asked after she'd spent a few moments exploring her surroundings without saying anything.
"It's beautiful," she said simply with a shrug of her shoulder.
"No condemnation? That's surprising." He moved over to a chaise lounge near the massive bed and sat down to take off his shoes and loosen his black bow tie. "I'm almost disappointed. Here I expected you to rage about the excesses of the one-percenters, and instead, you compliment me."
"I was complimenting the room," she replied with a laugh then stepped closer to him. "But you're not too bad yourself."
"You're acting hysterical again," he growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him. It was strange to be looking down at Brice Masterson, who had several inches on her when he was standing. She had the intense desire to run her fingers through his blond hair and thought for a moment that maybe she really was hysterical. Or at least a full three sheets to the wind.
She decided to embrace this feeling, this urge, and she slid her fingers through his unruly hair. It was softer than silk and thicker than it appeared. Brice almost purred beneath her, moving his hands around to cup her bottom and pull her against him. He rested his head against her stomach as he gently held her.
Janna's head fell back, and a soft moan escaped her lips. He felt good, so good, and he'd barely even touched her. This seemed about to change, however, as she felt him tug her dress upward, felt him grab hold of the satin and pull it slowly. It felt soft as a whisper as it climbed her legs. Once it passed her waist, he held it there, keeping his head pressed against her belly as his hands slid around to cup her bottom.
It was a nearly naked bottom, thanks to the white thong panties she was wearing. The gown was fitted, and she couldn't corrupt the smoothness of the fabric with something as gauche as panty lines. His warm hands caressed her, filling her body with electric heat. Soon Brice skimmed his hands upward, rising at the same time so that he could pull the gown over her head.
Janna stood there in only her thong and lacy bra and met the green eyes of her host. She saw a savage light enter those eyes and at that moment she cast away any doubts or misgivings she had about what was happening. He wanted her, those eyes said so, and she'd never felt more desired. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head, bouncing her riotous curls around her. She was all that was a woman, and he was lucky to even be in the room with her.
Brice cupped her cheeks in his large hands and brought his lips down to hers. His kiss ravished her mouth, forcing her lips open to accept his tongue. She moaned as he bit gently on her lower lip, sighing when his tongue rubbed against hers roughly. "Christ, you're sexy," he growled when they came up for air, then he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. She wrapped her long legs around his hips as he walked them to the bed. He settled her on the enormous mattress and then began tearing his own clothes off as if they were on fire. At last, he stood before her naked. Glorious.
"Wow," was all she could manage, confronted by this perfect specimen of manhood. He was muscled but not bulky; rather he had the lean muscle of an athlete. His chest was broad and sprinkled with light-colored hair. Janna's eyes slid downward, over a flat stomach with washboard abs and slightly rounded hips to the line that runs inward to the groin, sometimes called Apollo's Belt. Janna thought it was the sexiest line on a man's body and his was very defined, indeed like a statue of the Greek god Apollo. But he wasn't made of marble, the heat of his skin proved that.
She couldn't stop her eyes from straying lower, and she nearly collapsed, her elbows no longer wanting to support her as she leaned back against the mattress. His cock was magnificent. It was long and thick, with just the slightest upward curvature. Janna was struck with the sudden urge to touch it, to taste it, and since it seemed she was giving in to all her masochistic little urges tonight, she decided to enjoy herself fully.
Janna turned herself completely around so that her head was laying at the end of the bed nearest him, slightly off the bed so she could look up at the man standing before her. This position brought her mouth level with his gorgeous cock, and she took the opportunity to grasp it and bring it to her lips.
"Shit," Brice groaned when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. After that, all she heard were moans as she pulled him into her mouth. Before she'd decided on graduate school, Janna had been a reality TV nut, and she'd watched many terrible shows, including one featuring a certain notorious "ranch" outside of Las Vegas. The ranch's star attraction had been a former airline stewardess who gave one of the most expensive, and supposedly satisfying, blow jobs in the lower 48 states. This was her position of choice, as it allowed a woman to take a man deeper into her throat than the standard positions. Janna tested the theory now and was surprised by the results.
"Oh holy fuck," Brice ground out, sounding almost as if he were in pain.
Janna decided to pull out all the stops. This was her one night of adventure, and she was going to get everything out of it that she could, enough memories to live on while she finished her damned dissertation. Taking his cock as deep into her throat as she could, she swallowed, all the while moving her hands around to gently fondle his balls. Brice groaned, and his hands came down to grip the bed on either side of her head.
"Janna," he said, his voice hoarse, "I'm gonna come soon, so if you don't want that, you should stop." Instead, she gave him a wide smile and started moving faster. He almost shouted his pleasure as he climaxed, his hot essence sliding down her throat. She swallowed, then proceeded to softly lick his cock to ensure that she got every trace of him.
Brice collapsed onto the bed beside her, his breathing erratic. "Goddamn, that was the most erotic thing that's ever happened to me."
Janna laughed, her pride swelling at his words even though she doubted their veracity. He was still a millionaire playboy, after all. She sat up, scooting away, but Brice grabbed her and turned her around, pressing her back into a reclined position. "Where are you going?"
He moved himself between her legs, settling her thighs on either side of his face. "Don't I get to return the favor?" Without another word, he buried his head between her thighs.
Her underwear did little to hinder his oral assault, and he quickly pulled them off, pressing his face into her center, running his nose along her soft lips. She sighed when he lapped at her with his tongue, wide strokes licking her from bottom to top. He blew his hot breath on her, then used his fingers to spread her open. "So beautiful," he murmured before sliding his tongue inside her.
He worked his skilled tongue into her hole and fucked her with it, and it was so intense that she shook around him. This caused him to burrow deeper and to spread her thighs further open. Janna was moaning nonstop as his tongue made its way up to her sensitive nub. Quickly he replaced his tongue with two fingers that he slid deep inside her, while he concentrated on sucking her clit into his mouth and scoring it gently with his teeth.
The feeling was overwhelming, and Janna couldn't believe the heights his tongue was driving her pleasure toward. She screamed, and he picked up his pace, causing her to cry out again as her climax crashed over her. Her whole body shook as she arched off the bed in her orgasm. He did not stop his torture, however, as he made sure to taste all of her sweet honey before pulling himself away.
Brice went to his knees on the bed before her, then placed the two fingers that had been deep inside her into his mouth. He sucked them both, cleaning them of her juices, all the while his eyes never leaving her own. Janna thought it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Despite having just had the most powerful orgasm of her life, she was re-energized and ready for more. So much more. Janna climbed his body, pulling herself up by his shoulders and forcing her mouth on his. He growled and grabbed her by the back of her head, deepening the kiss. She could taste herself in his mouth, and it brought her arousal to a feverish pitch.
"Fuck me, Brice," she said, looking deep into his molten green eyes. "Please."
"With pleasure," he said, his voice coming out in a deep rumble that seemed to turn into a growl as he pulled her onto him. He relaxed on his knees and slid her legs around his back, then proceeded to kiss her, his tongue like an animal in the cage of her mouth. She moaned, and he moved to her neck, licking and sucking his way to her shoulder. "Let's get this old thing out of the way," he said upon encountering her bra, unsnapping it faster than Janna could have herself. He lifted her up to his mouth then, running his tongue over her breasts, nuzzling her nipples and finally taking most of her breast into his hot mouth. It was almost painful, especially when he nipped at her nipples, but the pain was the good kind that melted quickly into astonishing pleasure.
"Hold still," Brice commanded with a groan when she began wiggling on him, her hips unable to restrain themselves. He moved them closer to the edge of the bed and held her with one hand while he leaned over and with the other hand pulled open the drawer of his bedside table. Reaching in, he pulled out a condom and brought his other hand back to join its brother on her bottom.
"You have a delectable ass," he said, squeezing it not-so-gently.
"I could say the same about you," she replied, squeezing his hips with her legs and pressing them tight against his rear.
"Clever girl," he said before claiming her lips again. She began working her hips, grinding herself against his growing bulge. Finally, he could take her movements no longer, and he raised her up with one hand while the other brought the condom package to his mouth where he ripped the foil open with his teeth. Another moment and the protection was in place. He used both hands to grip her ass as he gently lowered her into position.
Janna felt his cock nudging against her, and she slid her hips back to facilitate its entrance. He pushed upward slowly, the head of his shaft stretching her tight walls. She moaned, and another flood of juices rained down to aid his entry. Ever so slowly he slid upward while bringing her down onto his cock. At last, he was fully embedded, and they both sighed at the feeling.
"You feel so good," he whispered, bending down to lick her nipple. He kept one hand on her hip, guiding her slow movements against him, while the other hand moved up to cup her breast. He cupped it gently, bringing his thumb up to brush against it, back and forth, back and forth, in time with the slow grind of his hips. The sensation was driving her crazy.
"Brice," she moaned, almost begging.
"Yes?" His voice sounded surprisingly controlled if muffled by her breast.
"Please!"
"Please what, sweetheart?"
Janna moaned again. "I need you. Harder. Deeper."
"Happy to accommodate," he growled, pushing his cock deeper into her. His next thrust picked up force, and Janna almost screamed in pleasure.
"Ah, you like that, don't you?" he asked playfully as her head fell back and he was forced to wrap an arm around her back to support her. "Want more?"
"Yes!" she cried out and was in heaven when he picked up the pace. His cock now slammed into her, faster, deeper, every stroke pushing her farther and farther up the peak of pleasure. It felt so good, it was making her weak, and she leaned in and wrapped her arms around Brice's back for support. This angle also allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and she moved her mouth to his shoulder and bit him before she realized it.
"Ah!" he yelled, the bite seeming to excite him even more. His movements increased in speed and intensity. Janna was mindless with pleasure. Unable to hold back any longer she climaxed, her hot sheath gripping him tightly. "Yes!" he shouted, and as her walls fluttered around him, he drove all the way in and found his release deep inside her. They stayed locked together, breathing heavily, their hearts beating faster than rabbits'. He lowered her down to the bed, then moved up beside her.
She turned to face him, suddenly filled with the wonder of the night. "Well, that did it."
He wiped the sweat from his brow and eyed her in confusion. "Did what?"
"Cured me," she said with a giggle. "No more hysteria!"
Brice let out a loud laugh. "As the expert, I'll be the judge of that." With those words, he pulled her in closer to capture her lips yet again.