Chapter 18

Jessibelle

I wasn’t sure how long we were in the pool together, and it didn’t really matter—we had all night—but when he touched my clit like he did, soft, slow, but with enough pressure to make me squirm, I was putty in his hands. I couldn’t think of anything or anyone I wanted more than him, while we teased each other with our tongues. Oh, how I enjoyed the feel of his hands on me. He tasted delicious, like expensive champagne. “I’m taking you to bed,” he murmured in my ear, and I slipped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulders, breathing in the sexy, manly scent of him.

He lifted me out of the pool, wrapped me in a towel and carried me up the stairs to the bedroom. He gave me a tight squeeze and laid me carefully on the bed. He looked down at me, and I reached for him, my fingertips brushing his thighs. I wanted him so badly, I couldn’t think straight. He reached down and caught my hand in his, lifting my fingers to his lips and taking them into his mouth, his teeth and his tongue flicking across the pads of my fingers. Then, he climbed on top of me and kissed me, and I traced my hands over his back, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers. How on Earth had I ever managed to resist him?

It didn’t take long until he’d slipped between my legs, his tongue dancing down the inside of my thigh. Whenever our bodies touched, still slick from the water, it felt as though we were gliding past each other, every motion fluid. He didn’t bother teasing me or making me beg as he had before. Instead, he took one look at my pussy, let out a deep, satisfied growl, and planted his mouth against me.

His tongue on my pussy was familiar, but that didn’t mean it was any less heavenly. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth as he sealed his lips around my clit, losing myself to the feel of it. I squirmed on the bed, the gloriously silky sheets coddling my body, soft against my skin. I loved the way they felt, but not as much as I loved the way he felt. I reached down to grab his head, his hair damp beneath my fingers as I raked them across his scalp. Not that he needed any guidance. He tucked his hands beneath my ass and drew me on to him, letting out another growl that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside.

It didn’t take long till I was on the edge of coming. Every moment we’d spent together was foreplay with this man. He slipped a finger inside of me lazily, stroking it in and out of me in long, slow motions. I moved my hips, fucking his finger, reveling in the feel of his tongue and fingers on me.

Within seconds, I was coming, my pussy pulsing beneath his tongue, clenching around his finger, each wave of pleasure running into the next until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I let out a long moan, unclamping my legs from around his ears, and let my head dip back against the thick pillows beneath me.

Finally, I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me and reached down to kiss him, sitting up to meet him halfway. Slipping my hand between his legs, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it a couple of times. He bit my lip in approval and a smile curled on my face. I knew what I had to do next.

“On your back,” I ordered, drawing on some playful dominance I had never known was a part of me. He did as he was told, a grin cracking across his face, and I sat astride him, looking down at the gorgeous specimen of a man beneath me. I ran my hands down his chest, his heart beating faster at my touch, and I closed my eyes and savored this feeling. And then, I leaned down, and began kissing him from his neck down to his cock. But before I could lower my mouth to suck his cock, he stroked my face and drew my gaze back up to his.

“Hey, I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, and it took me a second to realize what he wanted. But then, he reached down and, with his strong arms, maneuvered me so I was sitting on his face. I leaned down, hovering my mouth over his cock, as he slid his hands over my thighs and pulled me down onto his mouth.

It was almost too distracting, the feel of his tongue on me. But I managed to keep focused, pushing my head down to take him into my mouth. I flicked my tongue across his head, gripping his cock with one hand and planting the other on the bed for balance as his cock pushed past my lips. He groaned loudly, the vibrations humming through my pussy and sending tremors across my entire body.

A surge of heady power poured through me as I stroked my tongue up and down his cock. He tasted like clean skin and chlorine, and he felt so good in my mouth. Full.

I couldn’t believe how empowered it felt like this, even with him buried between my legs licking and sucking another orgasm from me. I slid my hand up, meeting my lips with the top of my fist, and let out a soft moan against his skin. The feeling of our bodies pressed together, of our slick skin against each other’s, was intoxicating. Like a dream in a very sexy movie.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, pulling back to look down and watch my mouth on his dick. The feel of his eyes on me was the hottest thing, knowing I was turning him on, that he wanted me, and that he couldn’t get enough of what I was doing. He returned his attention to my pussy, pressing his tongue against my slit. I inhaled sharply. It was just a reminder of how badly I wanted him inside me, how much further I needed him to go. He seemed to realize how bad my body was begging him.

“Down a little,” he pushed me off his face so I was hovering over his chest, and he reached over into the drawer next to him to pull out a condom. Reaching around me, he rolled in on blindly, and then took my hips and guided me down onto him. Placing my hands on his legs for support, I slowly lowered myself down on top of him, reverse cowgirl style, both of us letting out long breaths as I did so.

“Fuck,” I gasped. I’d never felt anything as good in my life as his cock spread me open. I held myself there for a second before I began to move, loving the feel of him filling me up.

We fucked in every position we could come up with, for longer than I’d ever fucked before. He took me from behind, hard and fast, until I was letting out a moan with every thrust. He climbed on top of me and made love to me slowly, running his hands over every inch of my body as he kissed me gently. He held me on top of him, bouncing me up and down on his cock and watching me as I tossed my head back and came—over and over again.

I wasn’t sure how many times he brought me to climax, but he seemed determined to push my boundaries and take me further every time. Even if that wasn’t what he set out to do, that’s what he did, working me through rises and valleys until I could hardly take any more. He laid me on the end of the bed, lifting my hips so he could thrust deep into me until my entire body shuddered with pleasure, my mouth opening and closing as it rolled over me. And then, he pumped in and out two or three times, burying himself deep inside me, and held himself there, his jaw clenched and eyes closed as he shuddered and came inside me.

“Damn. Damn,” was all I could say.

He pulled out slowly, looking down at me. He took his cock in his hand and rolled off the condom, tossing it into the trash.

I lay there on the bed, motionless, almost boneless, staring at the ceiling. My brain was mush, my thoughts incoherent after what had just happened.

He pulled me against his chest, letting out a long, satisfied sigh, and brushed his lips across my hair in a sweet gesture that made me smile. I closed my eyes, intending to just relax a bit and let them rest, but before I could take another breath, I had slipped into a sound sleep, nothing on my mind but silk sheets and champagne.

I woke up to the mouthwatering smell of pancakes and eggs. I rolled out of bed, and pulled on a robe, wondering if the staff that had made dinner last night were already here. I headed downstairs, and to my surprise, found Zach standing next to the stove, carefully flipping a pancake. A stack of them stood on the counter next to him. He turned as I entered the room.

“Hey.” He grinned almost shyly, and I smiled back.

“Morning. Didn’t know you were a chef.” I walked toward him, smiling seductively, but really thinking about those pancakes and eggs. Everything smelled so damn good, and my mouth was watering. But before I reached him, a sound drew my attention, the sound of heels tapping down the wooden floor. Both of us froze, glancing at each other.

“Who’s that?” I demanded, tugging my robe tight around myself, but he shook his head.

“I don’t know.” He moved to stand in front of me, protecting me. The heels grew closer and closer until a woman entered the room. A woman I recognized.

Alana Moffet.