Escort (A Standalone Romance Novel) (New York City Bad Boy Romance) (57 page)

“Hmm…”
she repeats and brings her pelvis down just enough that I can feel the wetness
of her up and down the length of my cock as she slowly slides back and forth
over me. “All right,” she says, “but you’re going to have to promise me that
you’re going to behave yourself.”

“You
don’t know me very well, do you?” I ask.

She
lifts her eyebrow in that characteristic way of hers, and I can feel the
tension in her muscles as she prepares for a swift maneuver. As soon as she
lets go of my arms, though, I close them around her.

Jessica
squeals in surprise, but makes a lunge toward the nightstand. I let her get
just close enough that her fingertips are touching the handle of the drawer,
then I slip out from underneath her and with a smooth motion, I turn her over
and, repositioning my arms so they’re now around her hips, I lower my mouth to
the warmth of her core.

“I…”
she strains, laughing, “can’t… quite…”

Her
voice dissolves into wordless phrases as I kiss her sweetest spot, sucking her
smooth skin into my mouth and then licking the periphery of the apex between
her legs.

All
the while, she’s still making zealous, if infrequent, lunges toward the
nightstand drawer.

I
can hear her slide it open so, just to tease her a little longer, I pull her a
few more inches down the bed.

“So
not fair…” she murmurs as my tongue finds her clit, coaxing it from its hiding
place with the care of my attentive mouth.

She’s
starting to breathe heavily, so I kiss the insides of her thighs, lightly
sucking her skin as I do.

Finally,
realizing the actual strength of her position, Jessica simply closes her legs
around my head in an attempt to accomplish her goal of reaching the condoms in
the night stand, but all this does is fill me ever more with her warmth and her
pheromone-rich scent fills my nostrils.

Still,
I’m only intent on teasing her a little, so I release my grasp and she slithers
up the bed, grabs the box of condoms and throws it playfully in my direction,
calling me a “brute!” in the process.

I
duck out of the way with a smile and crawl off the end of the bed to pick up
the box and it’s now spilled contents.

“Hold
on,” she says as I single one out for use. “Come here.”

I
take a step toward her and with an impressive mix of swiftness and gentleness,
she grabs my cock.

“You
had your fun,” she says. “Now I’m going to have mine.”

“Threaten
me with a good time, will you?” I ask, though I have absolutely no intention of
interfering.

She
lifts my erection and runs her tongue over my sac, taking one and then the
other of my stones partway into her hot mouth.

My
knees weaken beneath me, but I manage to stay aright.

“Like
that, huh?” she asks.

“Yeah,”
I breathe and as soon as the word is out of my mouth, she’s at the head of the
bed, lying back with her legs crossed.

It
happens so fast that for a moment, I wonder if I’d just been imagining her
powerful, sensual touch.

“I
didn’t turn them blue, did I?” she asks deadpan.

“No,”
I chuckle. “I think I’ll be all right.”

“Oh
well,” she says. “I tried. Now,” she says, putting her arms out to her sides on
the bed and uncrossing her legs, “are you planning to use that thing or what?”

“God,
you’re bossy,” I tell her.

She
furrows her brow a moment and says, “I was supposed to be the one punishing
you. Get over here.”

I
grin and make my way back onto the bed.

“You
know,” she says, taking the condom out of my hand and unwrapping it, “ever
since that day in training, it’s gotten so hard for me not to want to say ‘nice
dick’ to you in everyday conversation.”

I
laugh, but her face remains comically serious.

“Yeah?”
I ask. “Well, I appreciate the compliment.”

“Come
here,” she whispers and bends her finger, beckoning me closer to her. I get up
close and she tells me to “Lie down.”

I
lie down on my back and run my fingertips over the soft skin of her side.

“I’ve
always wanted to try this,” she says and she places the condom on my tip and
works it most of the way down me with her mouth. She hums laughter as she
reaches the point where she can’t go any further and she comes back up, saying,
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’d say that’s a pretty promising
start.”

“I
think I have to agree,” I tell her.

She
unrolls the latex the rest of the way down my shaft and positions herself over
me.

“Cross
your arms over your chest,” she tells me and, although I don’t know where she’s
going with this, I do. “Close your eyes,” she says.

I
do.

She
moves off of the bed. I ask her where she’s going, but she just reiterates that
my job is to keep my arms crossed and my eyes closed.

I
can hear her footsteps moving out of the room, but I keep my eyes sealed shut
despite my curiosity as to just where the hell she’s going.

She
comes back into the room and says, “All right, now just hold still. This might
feel a little weird.”

With
that, my eyes shoot open on their own to find her standing over the side of the
bed with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in her hand.

“You
were supposed to keep your eyes closed!” she complains.

“You
don’t tell someone to keep their eyes closed
and
that something might feel a little weird,” I tell her with a
laugh.

“Well,
since you
ruined
the surprise,” she
says. “I guess it’s fair to ask if you’re okay with this.”

“Yeah,”
I tell her. “Just don’t get too rough, I’m not really into that part of it.”

“Wasn’t
planning on it,” she says and takes my wrists, one by one, and closes the
handcuffs around them.

“You
know,” I tell her. “Since I ruined one surprise and kept another one, I think
that means they cancel each other out, don’t they?”

“Nope,”
she answers and climbs onto the bed, kissing my stomach, my chest and finally
my neck as she positions herself between my arms. “This is kind of nice,
actually,” she says. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with these.”

With
that, she starts grinding herself over my cock, always so close to putting me
inside of her, but always lifting herself at just the right moment so it
doesn’t quite happen.

“You’re
killing me,” I breathe.

“Oh,
I’m just getting started,” she says. “You know, you feel really good rubbing
against my clit.”

“I’m
glad,” I say in a whisper, tantalized out of my mind by the feeling of her hot,
wet core.

“You
know,” she says, continuing to work herself on top of, but never quite over me,
“I think Irene and Alec have a pretty good rule when it comes to sex.”

“Yeah?”
I ask, my mind completely blank other than to take in every sensation of the
moment.

“Yeah,”
she says. “I think it’s only fair that a woman should come twice before the
man. After all, just think of all the puritanical centuries of women
never
being allowed to have an orgasm. I
think that’s pretty fucked up.”

“You
know, I really didn’t have anything to do with that,” I tell her, closing my
eyes, taking in the wonder of her touch.

“Still,”
she says, “I think it’s about time that we women start taking back the orgasm.”

“Can’t
we share it?” I ask.

“Maybe,”
she says, “after you’ve gotten me where I need to be.”

The
way she says it is a little brusque, but as I open my eyes to look at her,
she’s beaming. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and grinds herself harder
against me.

It’s
the most pleasant torture, waiting to be enveloped by her.

She
lifts my head and leans back, giving me access to her nipples, and I eagerly
take them into my mouth, each in their turn, feeling myself growing harder than
I remember possible.

“That’s
it,” she says, increasing her tempo. “That’s perfect.”

Her
pussy massages my dick as my dick massages her pussy and she’s humming her
enjoyment of the moment.

“Now,
if you think you can let me know before you’re about to pop…” she says and
slides all the way up my shaft, angling herself against me and sliding onto me
without even the inclination to use her hands.

Inside
of her is a warm, silky heaven and I move my arms over her body, hands still bound
together, to rest just above her firm ass.

“I
don’t think those handcuffs are much of an obstacle, are they?” she asks.

I
smile, “Not really, but that’s okay.”

She
kisses me on the mouth and pushes herself down, putting me so deep inside of
her. Her muscles tighten and relax around me and she takes my lower lip into
her mouth as she rotates her hips on top of me.

“Holy
shit,” I whisper as she takes her mouth away from mine to nibble on my earlobe.

Her
hot breath gives me chills, and there’s nothing in the world right now except
for her.

I
kiss her cheek, her neck, whatever portion of her skin that I can reach, my
lips meet.

Between
our bodies, tiny droplets of sweat form and she’s gliding over me, effortless.

My
senses piqued, I breathe in the smell of her and my mouth delights in the
sweet, salty taste of her skin.

Her
quiet moan is loud in my ears, her breath the rush of ocean waves.

When
her muscles start to tighten, I lift my hips, adding motion to our already deep
contact, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck, the vibration of her
increasing volume, sending the sensation of warm feathers over my skin.

Her
breath catches as she stills above me, her muscles contracting on and over me,
and I increase the tempo, taking her higher and farther than ever before.

“Oh…”
she breathes, “fu-ck…”

She’s
so wet now, dripping onto the skin of my loins and just as her orgasm begins to
recede, I put my hands at her lower back and as I rise, she embraces me.

I
kiss her lips and watch her eyes grow even fuller with desire.

“That’s
one,” she whispers, grinning an uneven grin.

“If
you think I’m stopping at two,” I tell her, “you’re crazy.”

I
move my legs under me and lift both of us up, her still clinging tightly to my
body.

“Where
are we going?” she asks.

“Anywhere,”
I tell her, “everywhere.”

I
rise up onto my knees and hold her there a moment, suspended by virtue of our
clutching of one another.

“Put
your arms just under mine,” she says and I do.

She
leans back, maintaining enough of a grip on my neck and shoulders that she can
throw her head back, letting her long hair fall over her body and behind her.

She’s
fucking gorgeous at all angles.

“Don’t
move,” she says and her hips move in unknown patterns, her stomach tightening
and releasing more than once a second.

Her
breasts are just before me and barely out of reach, heaving and pulsing with
her rapid heartbeat. Her rosy nipples swell and she is everywhere in front of
me gorgeousness.

I’m
so deep inside her now that I can barely keep my eyes pointing forward and my
heart within my chest as I suck in the air between us, almost feeling the
warmth of her body entering my lungs.

“I’m
almost there,” she says. “Oh my god, you feel so beautiful.”

The
only response I can give is my breath and the support of my arms as she relaxes
her grasp on my shoulders and neck, falling back completely as she gorges
herself on thick breaths.

Her
legs tense around my body and she’s more vibrant than ever, riding me, held in
my arms, free to let her body go and when she comes, I could swear the room
brightens a little with the fine layer of sweat making her body glow in front
of me.

“More,”
she whispers, her legs and arms and every part of her still jerking with
pleasure.

I
bring my arms back toward me, and I’m already starting to doubt that I’m going
to be able to last long enough to bring her there once more before my own
ecstasy overwhelms my every sense.

She
wraps her arms around my shoulders, her fingers tight against the skin of my
back, and I lift my arms over her head, lying back and perpendicular at the
waist, she flips her hips forward and back, on and over my erection.

“I’m
getting close,” I tell her and she only rides me harder.

“Hang
in there,” she says. “This one’s coming on fast.”

I
close my eyes and bite my lower lip, taking myself backward just enough to meet
her as she rises again.