Chapter Six
Kyle didn’t expect it to be so difficult to try and sleep knowing that Ella was lying in the guest room right next to his. So damn close yet not nearly close enough. As he stared up at the ceiling, wide-awake¸ all he could think about was having her in his bed, moaning softly beneath him as he sank into her sweet, lush body to ease the ache of wanting her. And he was pretty sure he could have easily persuaded her to join him, considering the flirty innuendos she’d issued when they’d finally gotten back to his place once her car was taken care of for the night.
But while he’d bantered easily with her and engaged in her subtle—and adorable—come-ons, he’d ultimately resisted her and kept his hands to himself, one of the single most difficult things he’d ever done. Instead of taking her up on her no-strings offer to diffuse the sexual tension between them with a mutually satisfying fuck, he’d given her a comfortable shirt of his to wear to bed and sent her off to the guest room to sleep. The flash of disappointment he’d seen in her eyes had nearly destroyed his resolve to keep his hands off her.
He’d promised Ella he wouldn’t take advantage of her or the situation, and he was trying to be an honorable kind of guy. But his unruly dick, which was currently tenting the sheet draped over his hips, was protesting his decision, big-time, and mocking him for being a fool and giving up a sure thing. And every time he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep, his brain taunted him with all the filthy things he’d like to do to Ella, and with her, given the chance.
Jesus, he was so fucked, and not in a good way.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get any rest until he gave into his dick’s demand to take the edge off, he pushed off the sheet, and since he slept naked, he wrapped his fingers around his stiff length. He closed his eyes to conjure up those dirty thoughts—his favorite being Ella on her knees sucking him off slow and deep—and just as he started to stroke, he heard the door next to his room click open, then the soft padding of footsteps on the wooden floor as Ella headed down the hallway.
His hand stilled as he listened, wanting to make sure that everything was okay with her. Five minutes passed, then ten, and when he didn’t hear her return to her room, he decided to go and investigate. Luckily, his erection had subsided during the wait, and he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs.
He found her in the dining room, standing in front of a window in the dark that overlooked Lake Shore Drive. The hem of the button-down T-shirt he’d given her to wear ended mid-thigh, and it looked damned good on her. He was pretty sure it would look even better in a heap on his bedroom floor, and her absolutely naked.
She seemed so lost in thought that he was extra-careful not to startle her as he came up beside her where the moon illuminated her pale skin and glossed over her silky dark hair. “Hey,” he said softly. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling up at him after taking a few extra seconds to check out his bare chest. “I went into the kitchen for a drink of water and got distracted by the view and all the lights. Everything looks so small down there,” she added with a laugh.
His condo was located fourteen stories up and, in this area, was considered a prime piece of real estate and a great investment. “That’s why I bought the place. The view and privacy.” His unit rose above Lake Michigan and Lake Shore Drive, and there was no other building nearby that directly faced his or obstructed his spectacular view.
“So you could walk around naked with all the curtains wide open and not worry about peeping Toms?” she teased.
“Among other things,” he added with a wicked grin.
Those other things seemed to pulse between them, because he knew they were both thinking about how those windows could add a whole new and illicit dimension to fucking—providing the risk and excitement of exhibitionism but without the reality of getting caught. He could easily imagine pushing her naked body up against the cool glass while he slid into her from behind. His dick twitched, liking that idea a helluva whole lot.
As if she could feel the heat and awareness rising between them, she glanced back out at the view. “You don’t miss having a regular house?”
“Not really,” he admitted, only because having a condo was more convenient and practical at this stage in his life. “This is close to work, I have all the amenities I need including a pool and gym, and I don’t have to worry about a yard to maintain.”
“Spoken like a true bachelor.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “Who knew you’d become such a city boy.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I love everything about Chicago. The energy, the culture, how everything feels larger than life.”
She visibly shuddered, but she was smiling at him. “And that’s all the reasons I hate the city.”
He chuckled, because, yes, her severe dislike of Chicago had been well established. As they stared at one another and her smile faded away, he reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb along her soft cheek and didn’t hold back what he was feeling. “Is it selfish of me that I’m glad that you’re stuck in the city and here with me right now?”
“No,” she whispered, not bothering to hide the longing and desire shining in her eyes. “Is it selfish of me that I want you, even knowing it can only be for this one night?”
Another bold and daring invitation that was wreaking havoc with his dwindling willpower. “Ella . . . ” His voice was gruff as he watched her tongue shyly skim across her full bottom lip. “You’re making it so damn hard to be good.”
“I don’t want you to be good. I really want you to be bad. With me.”
She lifted her hand and touched the cool tips of her fingers against the hollow of his throat, then slowly, gradually caressed them down the middle of his chest, along his abs, and followed the thin trail of hair that led to the waistband of his boxer briefs and the hard length of his eager cock.
He groaned, his chest heaving, and before she could cup him in her hand, he grabbed her hips and hauled her body up against his. She gasped, her eyes widening, but not in shock. No, they were fucking triumphant because she’d finally gotten what she wanted.
Then again, when it came to Ella, she’d been his greatest weakness, and he’d always given her whatever she desired. Why had he thought this would be any different?
He backed her up, and when her ass hit the edge of his dining table, he lifted her so she was sitting on the flat surface. Holding her gaze, he pushed her thighs wide apart and stepped in between, making sure she could feel every fucking inch of his aching dick pressing against that sweet spot between her legs.
He buried his hands in her hair, gently tugging on the roots to tip her head back so she couldn’t look away. And Jesus, the need in her eyes, all for him, nearly slayed every last bit of his control. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, because he didn’t want her to wake up in the morning with regrets.
She was already unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, revealing the soft, delectable curves of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach . . . “Absolutely sure,” she breathed huskily. “Just this one night, Kyle. Please.”
It was that last word that shattered his resolve and had him crushing his lips against hers in a hungry, endless kiss while she desperately shrugged out of his shirt until it pooled around her on the table. His tongue swept over hers, the connection turning hotter, deeper, as he angled her head so he had full access to every part of her mouth. Jesus Christ, he wanted to fucking own her.
With a soft, sensual moan, she tightened her thighs against the sides of his legs as she once again trailed her fingers back down his chest and pushed her hands straight into his briefs before he could stop her a second time. Her palm slid down the length of him, and when her thumb slicked over the head of his sensitive cock, already slippery with pre-cum, it was his turn to groan from the sheer bliss of having her soft, slender fingers touching him, stroking him.
He released his hold on her hair and caught both of her wrists, pulling them out of his briefs. She protested with a soft mewling sound, but he wasn’t about to let her dictate how tonight was going to go, because if he gave her the smallest bit of leeway, this situation was going to be over before he even had a chance to get inside of her.
And before that happened, he wanted to savor her. He wanted to luxuriate in her pleasure and her soft, sweet moans and sighs. He wanted to make her come, so hard that her body shook with the force of it, then come again and again. He wanted her pussy to be sore tomorrow morning so she’d think of him all day and remember all the ways he’d marked her, claimed her, and had been a part of her.
They were lofty goals he was more than prepared to achieve, and he had hours to make her ache so fucking good.
“Put your hands on the table behind you,” he ordered as he let go of her wrists.
She didn’t hesitate to do as he requested. She braced her palms on the flat surface, which, in turn, arched her back and pushed her bare chest out like an offering. He had a clear view of her exquisite body, and he took a moment to appreciate the womanly curves she’d developed over the years. Her breasts were full and generous, her pink nipples already tight and begging to be sucked. His avid gaze leisurely made its way lower, taking in the slight indentation of her waist and the swell of the feminine hips he couldn’t wait to grab on to as he fucked her.
He smiled lazily when he reached her panties, which were white silk and lace with a tiny pink bow right in the center of the waistband. Pure innocence worn by a temptress, all wrapped up like an irresistible present. He did another slow trek up her torso, and when he met her gaze, her eyes were already dilated and half-dazed with lust. As he watched, she bit her bottom lip, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back so that her wavy hair cascaded behind her and the delicate arch of her throat beckoned for him to taste.
Flattening his hands on either side of her hips, he leaned in and brushed his lips along her neck in soft, fleeting kisses, inhaling the familiar scent of sweet lemons. She shivered and sighed as he nuzzled his beard against her skin, then moaned long and loud when he placed hot, damp, open-mouthed kisses up to the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked out, he gently bit her skin, and she gasped and strained forward impatiently so she could rub her breasts against his chest.
Without pausing, he dipped his head lower and captured a pert nipple between his lips, sucking hard and strong while dragging his teeth across the hardened tip. She cried out at the unexpected sting of pain, which he instantly soothed with a slow, wet, swirling lick of his tongue before moving on to her other breast. As he worshiped her perfect tits, she squirmed impatiently and started to pant, then beg.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted softly, breathlessly. And when that didn’t make him speed up the process any, she finally moved her hands and clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle and tendons in a frenzied attempt to pull him closer. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees back slightly so that they were pressing against his sides and she could curl her long, slender legs around his waist and pull him forward, until the thick length of his pulsing cock nudged against the damp silk fabric covering her sex.
Kyle groaned, low and deep. He was a man who knew his limitations. It didn’t matter that they were both still wearing their underwear. With her using her best moves to seduce him, he didn’t stand a chance, and he wasn’t about to blow his load prematurely. And that’s exactly where this was heading, because Jesus fuck, seeing Ella so wild and uninhibited was making him hot as hell.
He didn’t have a condom on him, and besides, before he sank into her pussy, he intended to acquaint that part of her with his mouth, his fingers, his tongue. He wanted to eat her up and make her scream his name. He wanted to make her mindless with ecstasy. And for that, he needed a soft bed to spread her out on.
He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her into his arms. “Tighten your legs around my waist,” he said, and she immediately obeyed, clinging to him like he was her lifeline.
He started down the hall, and she slid her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to mold to hers once again, the taste of her intoxicating, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. Somehow, someway, he made it into his bedroom and laid her back on the mattress. She was reluctant to let him go, but he untangled their limbs because he didn’t have a choice.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and went into the adjoining bathroom to retrieve a few condoms. He left the light on so that it was just bright enough in the bedroom for him to see every part of her. Her gorgeous body and especially her expression when she climaxed.
When he returned to the foot of the bed, he found Ella exactly where he’d left her, except she was about to start the party without him. She had her hand in her panties, her fingers moving slowly, rhythmically between her legs, a naughty come-hither smile on her face. She looked stunning spread out on his bed, her hair tousled around her head, her breasts bared, and her hips subtly moving as she touched herself.
He watched, fascinated and aroused as fuck and feeling as though he’d had the breath knocked out of his lungs. When had she become so damn brazen? So shameless? The first time they’d had sex after dating a few months, they’d both been virgins. She’d been more shy and reserved, and he’d been gentle and patient, their lovemaking sweet and sensual and vanilla because he never wanted to hurt her.
But this woman in front of him now smoldered with passion, and now that he was older, he could appreciate her confidence, her provocative nature. Revel in it, even. But he also realized that her indecent behavior brought out a primal, possessive side of him. One he liked too damned much.
Her fingers moved a little faster beneath that silk and lace, pushed a little deeper, and her soft, carnal moan finally snapped him out of his trance.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, tossing the condoms onto the bed to have them nearby when he was ready for one.
The smile she gave him was sultry and teasing. “Getting things started for you,” she murmured.
He arched a brow as he moved up onto the bed and between her widened knees, and still, she didn’t stop fingering herself, and it was starting to make him a little crazy. “What makes you think I need the help?”
She gave a small, impudent shrug. “A little help never hurts when it comes to orgasms,” she said huskily.
Her comment took him aback for a few seconds. Jesus, had she had to help where Tucker had been concerned? Did she honestly think he wasn’t man enough for the job? The thought rankled, and before she realized what he meant to do, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out of her panties.
She gasped in surprise, eyes wide.
“No touching what’s mine tonight,” he growled fiercely, meaning it.
Her soft laughter taunted him. “Yours?”
“Mine,” he reiterated, and holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his mouth to prove his point. He sucked the juices from her fingers, watching as her eyes grew dark, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her body softened in supplication. “Your pussy, your orgasms, and your screams. They belong to me for the next eight hours. If you want something, just ask me for it, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need.”
She licked her lips, seemingly turned on by his authoritative display. “What I want right now is to feel your beard against the insides of my thighs.”
The muscles in his stomach clenched at her inviting, and unexpected, request, and he gave her a sexy smile that told her that her wish was his command. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he drew them off her and dropped them onto the floor, then he settled more comfortably between her legs. Starting at her knee, he rubbed his soft facial hair up her thigh and along her sensitive skin, alternating between a tickling sensation and a more abrasive caress that he knew would leave the insides of her thighs a tender pink to remember him by for the next few days. Her breath caught with every pass of his scruff, and her thighs quivered as he gently kissed away the burn, and when he finally turned his attention to her pussy, he knew she was beyond ready to add another level of pleasure to his endeavor.
Hooking his arms around her legs to hold her in place, he fastened his open mouth fully against her sex and slid his tongue straight through her swollen, needy flesh. With a startled cry, she bucked her hips and gripped her fingers in his hair as he continued to suck and lick and massage her clit with his tongue. He briefly thought about adding a few fingers to the mix, then decided against it. The only thing he wanted filling her tonight was his cock.
“Kyle . . . please . . . I need to come,” she moaned deliriously, panting, hips writhing mindlessly for release.
He could easily keep her right on the edge of her climax for hours, but to draw out her torture any more would be adding to his own. And giving her the orgasm she was pleading for put him that much closer to where he was dying to be. So deep inside her, where she was tight and hot and milking him to an explosive peak.
He pressed his mouth tighter against her, adding more pressure, more heated friction with each lash of his tongue. Again and again, pushing her higher until he gave her body what it ached for, what it needed. What he wanted—her surrender.
And it was a fucking beautiful sight to behold. Her body jolted, tightened, and shuddered hard, her thighs clenching against his shoulders as the powerful climax rippled through her. The sublime pleasure had her crying out until she lost her voice and the last of her trembling ebbed, leaving her basking in languid satisfaction while he moved off the bed to quickly strip away his briefs and slide on protection. From her prone position, her gaze fixated on his cock, watched as he gave it a nice long stroke.
“How do you want to be fucked this first time, Sunshine?” he asked, in case she had a preference.
And surprisingly, she did. Without a word, she rolled to her stomach, then pushed up on her knees so that her ass was raised high, her legs parted so that he could see her glistening pussy. The rest of her body sloped down to the mattress, her cheek resting on the comforter and her hands stretched above her head.
God, could she be any more perfect? The position was erotic and carnal yet vulnerable, telling him without words just how much she trusted him. How much she wanted him. He’d never been into the whole dominant/submissive lifestyle, but there was no denying that her acquiescence made him feel like a fucking king.
Unable to wait a second longer to feel all that soft heat wrapped around his dick, he moved back up onto the bed behind her. He slid the tip of his cock along her slick crevice, then pushed inside her, so slowly he could watch and savor each and every inch she took of him until they were completely joined. She whimpered at the depth and fullness of his shaft, and still she pressed her bottom back against his groin, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
He understood the feeling. Clutching on to the curve of her waist with his hands, he held her still and started to move, gradually withdrawing to the sensitive head of his dick just so he could drive back into her, hard and deep. With every demanding thrust into her, he could hear her soft inhalation. With every unrelenting stroke, he could feel his own arousal build tighter and higher.
“Oh, God,” she moaned into the mattress as he pumped into her again. “I want . . . I need . . .”
“It’s coming, baby,” he assured her, his voice a hoarse rasp of sound.
He knew exactly what she needed, because he was right there with her. He quickened his pace, watching as her fingers clutched and pulled at the sheets above her head, as her body bowed and her ass lifted higher so he could slide impossibly deeper. Desire slammed through him, and he fought to hold on a bit longer because she felt so fucking good. But after a few more thrusts, he felt her muscles clench around him as she climaxed, heard her scream his name as she clawed wildly at his mattress, and denying his body what it wanted so badly was useless.
His own orgasm erupted fast and furiously, searing him with its intensity. As his release blasted through him, all he could manage was an inarticulate grunt that turned into a lower, deeper growl that seemed to rip from his chest. The pleasure that consumed him was so vivid and extreme there was nothing he could do but ride it out until he had nothing left to give.
As soon as he pulled out of Ella, she fell forward, dropping onto the pillows and burying her face into the soft cushion. Equally weak and exhausted, he joined her, flopping onto the bed beside her until he gained his bearings. When his limbs no longer felt like jelly, he got up and took care of the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, she was in the same position he’d left her in, still naked—and damn, she had such a fine, sexy, curvy ass that he was tempted to take a bite of it.
As if he hadn’t just had an orgasm to end all orgasms, his dick perked up all over again at the thought, because that first round with Ella had been that phenomenal. And he was suddenly feeling gluttonous where she was concerned. He climbed back onto the bed next to her, taking in the sweep of her dark lashes against her skin. Her lips were parted slightly, her features so relaxed and content he wondered if she’d passed out on him.
There was only one way to find out, he mused as a wicked grin curved his lips. He should have teased her with soft, nuzzling neck kisses while tracing his fingers lightly down the slope of her spine. Instead, he opted for something a bit more . . . attention-grabbing. He smacked her delectable ass with his hand, the sting on his palm undoubtedly matching the tingling sensation on her flesh.
She sucked in a startled breath, her eyes popped open, and she gave him the most adorable scowl. “Hey. What the heck was that for?”
He propped his head in his hand, his devious grin still in place. “You wanted one night of sex, and you’re going to waste it sleeping?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she grumbled good-naturedly as she rolled to her side so they were face-to-face and he could see the smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
He arched an incredulous brow. “Your eyes were closed and you were practically snoring.”
“I was not!” She laughed and smacked him in the chest. “I was recovering, something I’d think you’d appreciate and would need as well.”
“I don’t need any recovery time.” He cupped her breast in his free hand, kneading the soft flesh before lightly tugging on her nipple and making it furl into a taut bead. She made an arousing sound in the back of her throat, and he raised his gaze to hers. “All I have to do is touch you or look at your gorgeous naked body or think about all the dirty, filthy things I want to do that pretty mouth of yours, and my dick gets hard. Doesn’t matter that I just fucked you.”
She reached down between them and gripped his stiff shaft in her hand, confirming that he was, indeed, already fully erect and raring to go again. She looked impressed and he smirked. “Like you said earlier, some things never change,” she said, clearly referring to when he’d been a horny teenager and could get it up minutes after they’d had sex.
He chuckled. “Are you complaining about my stamina?”
She shook her head, her eyes darkening with desire as she fisted him tighter, pumping his rigid length in a slow, smooth stroke from base to tip. “Not then and certainly not now that I can appreciate that staying power.”
Leaning in close, she nipped playfully at his lower lip, then moaned huskily as he slid his hand between her thighs and matched her seductive strokes with a few of his own. Her pussy was so soft and warm, so wet and slippery as his fingers teased and circled her clit.
He had the perfect view of her expression as she made that slow climb toward her orgasm. The rolling back of her eyes, the parting of her lips as she gasped for breath, and the arch of her body against the hand pleasuring her. But before she could fall over the edge, he withdrew his touch, leaving her momentarily dazed and confused as to why he’d stopped.
He reached behind him for a condom and put it on in record time. Reclining on his back, he pulled Ella on top of him so that her knees were straddling his hips and his fingers gripped her waist to guide her down on top of him. As soon as his jutting erection nudged her entrance and started inching its way in, her bewilderment turned to soft, liquid lust, as did her body, allowing him to sink all the way into her pussy until he was seated to the hilt.
She gasped and flattened her hands on his stomach for support. “Kyle,” she moaned softly, uncertainly.
With his hands still circling her waist, he brushed his thumbs along her hipbones reassuringly. “This time, I want to watch you fuck me and see your face as you come around my cock.”
She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. “So, you’re not only an exhibitionist but you’re a bit of a voyeur, too?”
“With you, yeah,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Show me your best moves, Sunshine. I want to see what gets you off.”
She was surprisingly tentative at first, as if she was out of practice and just needed to find her rhythm. But when she did, her confidence increased and her inhibitions vanished as she rolled her hips and undulated on top of him in the hottest, most erotic lap dance he’d ever received—and one that sorely tested his restraint. She slid up and down his cock, working him over, slowly at first, then faster, deeper, harder, losing herself in the pursuit of that ultimate pleasure.
He watched every move she made, imprinting everything about her and this moment in his mind. She was so stunningly beautiful as she rode him, and he took it all in . . . the sensual sheen on her bare skin, the wavy hair tousled around her shoulders, the tantalizing sway of her breasts as she rocked back and forth, and fuck yeah, the breathtaking squeeze of her coming around his dick.
Her head fell back on a soft cry, and her fingers dug into his abs as she tried to find some kind of purchase as she shuddered on top of him, around him, trigging his own powerful release. His stomach muscles clenched, and with a fierce growl, he gave himself over to the blazing rush of his climax. With a final quiver, she collapsed on top of him, limp and sated, with her arms tucked against his sides and her face buried against his neck.
Jesus. His heart hammered in his chest, and it wasn’t because of the exertion or the intensity of his orgasm. No, it was something deeper and more profound that caused the rapid beat of his pulse. That tangible something that had been missing with all the other woman who’d come and gone through his life over the years. This undeniable connection. This easy intimacy. The kind of desire that wasn’t just physical but packed an emotional punch, as well.
It was still there between them after all these years.
She cuddled against him, her lips feathering against his throat. “I can’t move,” she murmured tiredly.
He smiled against her soft, fragrant hair. “Then don’t,” he told her gently.
For a long time, she stayed right there in his arms, against his chest, covering him like a warm blanket while he stroked a hand down her back and massaged her scalp with his fingers, until he knew with certainty that, this time, she absolutely had fallen asleep.
And that was okay with him, because he realized he didn’t want to ever let her go.