I grab my clutch from Jared, hopping off the bike to open the gates for him to drive through. While I wait, I throw a wave to Frank, one of the security guards. Jared parks in the visitor parking, and I start walking up the sidewalk to the glass doors while he follows behind.
My mind free-falls into returning confusion and doubt when the elevator finally dings and we step inside. But the second the doors close and I press the button to my floor, I’m against the wall, and Jared’s hands are running down the bodice of my gown, trying to find a way to get it off.
His lips touch my throat, and that’s all it takes to make me melt into him.
“You smell amazing … What is that?” His nose runs up my jaw, and he inhales deeply. Fingers tug, finally finding the clasps at the back of my dress, and he starts undoing them one by one. The elevator dings, and he slowly steps back. Holding my dress up with one hand, I step out and move down the hall to unlock my door. I drop my purse on the entry table, and in an effort to stop myself from second-guessing what I’m about to do any longer, I let go of my dress. It pools to the floor in a mess of black material, feathers, and shimmering crystal. Standing in my black pumps and matching lace black bra and panties, I take a deep breath and lift my gaze to Jared.
He’s leaning against the closed door, a hand rubbing over his mouth and the scruff on his jaw. Swallowing hard, I steel my spine and lift my chin. I’ve never been self-conscious about my looks. But suddenly, with the way he’s looking at me, nerves set my blood on fire. My chest heaves up and down, and his eyes lower to it, roving over my c-cup breasts. I tell myself to stop it, to calm down, but then he moves. I blink, and he’s right in front of me, his green eyes vibrant and hooded while he murmurs, “Well, shit. Just when I thought I’d seen the best …”
My brows lower, my lips pursing while I try to wrap my head around his words. He doesn’t give me a chance, though. With his fingers tilting my chin, his warm breath ghosts over my lips. His eyes flit back and forth between mine. “I wanted to take my time savoring you. Every fucking beautiful inch.” He swallows audibly. “But seeing you like this has me so fucking hard I can barely see straight.”
That makes me smile, and seeing it, he chuckles. The sound evokes a shiver. His other hand wraps around my waist, and my palms plant themselves on his hard chest. I tentatively move them up to his shoulders, trying to resist the urge to pull his mouth to mine.
My lashes flutter and breathing becomes insignificant. The only thing I need is those lips touching mine. His head lowers even more, his mouth hovering a hairsbreadth out of reach. The anticipation is killing me in the sweetest possible way. Can you die from too much of it? I have an alarming thought that if you can, it’d be a beautiful yet horrifying way to go.
Breathing the same air, I taste the hint of tobacco and mint on his breath; my restraint snaps, and I close the tiny gap, melding my lips to his. My eyes close, and I’m lost in the unexpected softness of his lips. He groans, and I rejoice at the sound, my heart skipping unevenly and my stomach rioting with flutters. Parting my lips, he skims his tongue between them. My hands move up his neck, sinking into his thick hair. I tilt my head more, inviting the warmth of his soft tongue inside my mouth when I open even farther. At the first touch of our tongues, I whimper, and any thread of self-control he was holding disappears into the charged air of my apartment.
He picks me up, lifting me out of my dress on the floor. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. Reluctantly tearing my lips from his—my breathing uneven and my vision slightly blurry—I growl, “Off,” and tug at his vest and white dress shirt. He smirks and stops in the hallway then turns for the kitchen. He lowers me to the counter, my ass resting on the cool marble countertop, and I pull the vest open, shoving it down his arms. I let go for him to tug the white shirt over his head. His arms are lean but still thick, and his chest broad. Both muscular. My mouth hangs open at the sight of his tattooed arms, roses and tombstones shaded in black and gray cover them.
He moves to unzip his fly, and I snap into action, stopping him. Biting my lip, I reach down between us and do it myself then tuck my hand inside his black boxer briefs. My eyes never leave his, so I catch every reaction my touch elicits. His nostrils and eyes both flare when my hand finds his velvety length. Rock hard with pre-cum resting at the tip. I swipe my thumb over it, and he visibly shivers. Grinning, I squeeze him gently and start to move my hand up and down, loving the way his breathing turns ragged until he stops me. “Shit, you gotta stop, or this will be over real quick.”
“Oh? What happened to all night?” I taunt.
He leans in to nip my bottom lip, and my panties grow even wetter. “Frost”—he tsks—“this is only round one.”
My breath hitches, but I try not to let any more surprise show and lift my thumb between us to my mouth, sucking his excitement from it and fluttering my lashes.
“Jesus fucking …” His mouth crashes into mine, rough hands tangle into my hair, and I hear the ting of my hair pins as they fall to the counter and floor. Teeth biting and tongues tangling in a violent war of heat and all-consuming lust have me wishing these minutes will never end.
Fumbling with his pants, he removes his lips from mine to tear open a condom wrapper with his teeth. I almost explode right then and there, just watching his animal-like expression, his eagerness to get inside me. Taking the condom from his mouth, he hisses when I toss the wrapper to the floor and roll it onto him. I scoot forward to the edge and move my panties to the side, but his fingers shove mine away. His eyes probe mine when his thick, calloused finger trails through my folds. “Fuck me; you’re soaked.”
“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can say, and I’m surprised I can even say that much. My head rolls back when his finger finally fills me. He hooks and drags it exactly where I need it, and my need to come builds so rapidly that for the first time in my life, I’m not above begging.
“Please.”
Teeth scrape over the mounds of my breasts, and he tugs the cups down. “Please what?” His voice is throaty, only fueling this inferno blazing inside me.
“Fuck me.”
He chuckles. “I’ve never heard two words sound so good.”
His hot mouth wraps around my nipple, and I start rocking into his hand. “God damn, these tits.” He releases my nipple and removes his hand. I almost growl at the loss until he squeezes both my breasts roughly and stares at them in awe. “Most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.”
Despite my frustration, I can’t help but laugh at the boyish wonder plastered all over his beautiful face.
He rears back, tilting his mouth up on one side. “Something funny, Frost?”
I nod. “You. They’re only boobs.”
He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t understand.” He exhales loudly. “Christ, I’ll never forget these tits.” He squeezes them hard then circles his thumbs over my hard nipples. “But can I take a picture? Just in case?”
Laughing again, I grab both sides of his face and bring his forehead to mine. “One-time deal means no pictures, Hero.” He pouts, and I almost cave. Almost. “If I don’t come soon, I’m liable to throw you on the floor and have my way with you until I do.”
“Holy … okay. Later. You can totally do that later. Right now, though?” He presses his lips to my ear and rips my panties clean off before aligning himself at my entrance. “It’s my turn, so I hope you like it rough.”
I frown in dismay. “Those were a limited edition Victoria’s—” My mouth slams shut, thanks to his cock sliding inside me. He doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t allow me to catch my breath until he’s all the way in. “You were saying?” His hand wraps around the back of my head, tangling into the strands of hair at the nape of my neck.
“I w-was … oh, fuck …” He swivels his hips, and my eyes squeeze closed. I can hardly think, let alone talk. I’ve never felt so full. Not just of him, but of everything this moment is causing me to feel.
He chuckles again. “Hold on, beauty.”
I moan loudly when he pulls out and slams back home. Over and over until I’m clawing at his chest and biceps. His hands move to my thighs, opening me wider, allowing him to sink inside even more. He holds them in a grip so tight it’s bound to leave bruises, but I don’t care. I climb higher, faster, with every single thing he’s doing to me. My eyes open and stay locked on his, our mouths touching yet unable to do anything more than that. It’s already too much.
His thrusts slow, and he looks down, watching his length drag out of me before slamming home so hard the meeting of our flesh creates an audible slap that makes us both groan. “Shit, you feel so good. I’m not going to last much longer.”
I don’t respond; I’m so close I’m lost to it, almost delirious.
“Gonna come, are you?” His voice almost undoes me, and all I can do is nod.
“Yeah?” he asks. “I can feel you.” He keeps torturing us—both with his thrusts and his talking between them. “Squeezing me. So damn tight.” He grunts then releases my thigh to move his hand between our panting mouths. He sucks on his thumb, and if that wasn’t enough to make me fall apart, the way he lowers it to where we’re connected and uses it to softly circle my clit definitely does it. My hips buck as my walls clench tight.
Utter bliss rolls through me from my spinning head to my curling toes. I moan so loudly that his lips crush themselves to mine, his hips circling and grinding into me draw out the pleasure. He pulls out, thrusting twice more, then grunts loudly and groans. The gruff sound vibrates deliciously against my kiss swollen lips.
We breathe heavily into each other’s mouths, and a laugh escapes me. “Well, fuck.”
He laughs, too. “You got that right.”
After kissing me softly, he hooks his arms behind me, grabbing my ass to carry me out of the kitchen and down the hall. “Bedroom down here?”
I nod, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. “Yep.”
He whistles as he steps inside, moving over to the bed. “Quite the palace you’ve got here, beauty.”
He takes a seat on the bed, and I pull back to stare down at him, wiping some of my red lipstick from his mouth. “Yeah. You do realize you’re still inside me?”
Reaching up to tuck some hair behind my ear, he bites my bottom lip, dragging it into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. I feel him twitch inside me. “Get used to it. It’s where I’m staying all night.”
His words both scare and excite me. I run my nails over the back of his neck, and I swear he purrs. “Sounds good to me.”