Knight 01 Knight And Play (17 page)

"Like this, Mr. Knight?" she asked, then leisurely licked her fingers again and interlocked her hands around him.
Jesus, he was hard.
She stroked his length, letting her thumbs slide over the throbbing head with every upward sweep. Lucien responded with a heavy groan and pushed his cock harder into her hands.

"Come on, Lucien," Sophie whispered, giddy with lust. "Spell it out for me."

His eyes were so dark that she could barely make out any blue, and his chest rose in tell-tale shallow rasps.

"Suck my cock, Sophie. Slide your gorgeous mouth all the way over it."

Sophie moistened her lips and settled her bottom on her ankles between his knees, then leaned in close and ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. Holding him firmly, she took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around him until he moaned and one of his hands snaked into her hair. Lust blazed a trail through Sophie all the way down to her sex, ignited by the thrill of kneeling in front of him and being held down.

He was a feast, and she gorged on him. Every slide and swirl of her tongue, every bob of her head pushed him closer, made him harder, until he wasn't stroking her hair so much as grasping her head in both hands and thrusting into her mouth. Sophie stepped up the co-ordinated speed of her slippery hands and her sliding mouth, feeling him hot and hard and about to burst. She glanced up the contours of his body to find him watching her, and the intimacy of the eye contact was all it took to send him over the edge. His hips juddered and salty hot semen pumped into the back of her throat, evidence of what she'd done to him. What she'd done
for
him.

She swallowed it down, his cock still throbbing in her mouth, his hands gentle now on her hair and shoulders. Sophie closed her eyes and laid her cheek against the firmness of his thigh, her lips lazy over his balls as she listened to his breathing turn slowly from ragged to steady.

"I guess that's another one you can cross off that list of yours. Or two actually," she said, drawing herself up on her knees to face him.

"Two?" His arms slid around her and pulled her close against his naked body.

"Two." She nodded for emphasis, enjoying the heat of his chest against hers. "For one, I've joined the mile high club."

His mouth twisted. "It's a tacky reference, but I’ll accept it. And the second?"

"I've blown my boss." Sophie felt her cheeks flare pink as soon as the words left her mouth.

Lucien nodded. "But we still need to work on that blush."

He reached around her and unclipped her bra, then slid it off her body. "You're still blushing."

What did he expect?
She was kneeling between his thighs wearing nothing but her underwear as his private jet bore her through the skies, destination unknown. This was not her average Friday morning.

"You're pink all the way from here..." - he touched his fingers to her warm cheeks - "To here." He swept his fingertips down her neck to hold her breasts in his palms like a fruit seller might cup oranges, his thumbs playing with her nipples. He ducked down to suck each one in turn, then licked her lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth.

"Stand up."

She heard his quiet command, but faltered with a fresh attack of nerves.

"Sophie..." his tone was quiet but brooked no argument. Still hot-cheeked, she got to her feet. She felt intensely exposed, standing in the cabin of the jet in just her knickers. And then she felt even more exposed when Lucien peeled them down her legs.

"Step out of them."

She lifted one foot and then the other for him to remove them over her high heels.

"And stop blushing."

"I can't," she said, and clamped her hands to her cheeks. She was completely nude and Lucien's head was level with her crotch. "You're certain the pilot won't come in?"

Lucien looked up from between her legs and ran one fingertip all the way from her perineum to the front of her sex.

"I'm certain." His finger swept back along the same path. "I couldn't swear for the co-pilot though."

Sophie gasped. "There's more than one of them through there?" She glanced towards the cockpit doorway and tried to step back, but Lucien's hands landed on her hips and held her captive.

"Lucien, I..." Sophie's protest died on her lips at the first touch of his insistent tongue. However much she feared being caught naked by the co-pilot, the wicked anticipation of what Lucien was about to do was more compelling. He scooted forward to sit on the edge of his seat, his beautiful face upturned between her spread legs. Sophie couldn't recall ever feeling more sexual than at that moment, standing in stiletto heels, naked, with her incredible lover gazing right up into her sex. And then she felt more raunchy still, as he spread her open with his fingers and stroked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris.

He looked up her body and locked eyes with her. Sophie sucked in a deep breath, beyond turned on at the sight of him buried nose deep in her sex. She jittered deliciously, not knowing where to put her hands. She'd tried them on her hips but the stance felt too contrive
d, flaunting herself overtly.

Flaunting overtly was about right, there was no getting away from it.

"Play with your tits," he said, close against her clitoris, and the vibrations of his voice on her flesh made her quiver. She cupped her breasts as he watched, and he rewarded her by pushing two fingers inside her and pumping them slowly.

Sophie lost any lingering inhibitions and threw her head back in abandonment as Lucien made a thorough exploration of her sex with his tongue. He fucked her with his fingers and her orgasm came inevitably hard and fast. She reached down and clutched his head to her as he relentlessly swirled his tongue over her clitoris.

His mouth stilled slowly as her fingers loosened in his hair. He looked up and inclined his head towards a door at one end of the cabin.

"Just for future reference, Princess... there's a bedroom through there."

Sophie looked at him incredulously, but he just lifted a nonchalant shoulder.

He'd deliberately placed her in a position where they might be seen rather than retire to the privacy of the bedroom.

"You could have said."

"Why? So you could hide? Be honest, Sophie. Knowing someone might walk in on us made it even hotter, didn't it?" Challenge lit his blue eyes.

Sophie bent to step into her knickers and thought about his question. 'Be honest', he'd said. Honesty was the one thing her marriage was woefully short on, so Lucien's demand of it in every aspect of his life was something she was coming to admire greatly. He was the Svengali of his own sexual honesty cult, and she was a willing handmaiden.

"Honestly?" She snapped her bra back in place as he fastened his belt. "Yes. It added something to think someone… someone in uniform… might come through and discover us." There was a thrill in just admitting it. She paused, trying to find the words to express herself. "It felt... naughtier."

He raised his eyebrows at her.

"You have a thing for uniforms then, Ms. Black?"
             

"What? No!" Sophie buttoned her blouse out of sequence and had to unbutton it and start again. "I just mean that I see what you mean. The possibility of being caught was... umm... sexy."

Lucien nodded. "I think you've just added a new item to the list for us to work on."

She looked up quizzically as she zipped her skirt.

Lucien shrugged his shirt back on.

"Voyeurism."

Fully dressed again, Sophie shook her head firmly.

"Wherever we're going, Lucien, I'm not having outdoor sex while people watch."

Lucien pushed a hand through the hair she'd recently been clutching onto.

"For the record, voyeurism doesn’t have to mean being outside. And anyway, I wouldn't recommend too much outdoor sex where we’re headed, Princess. It's inside the Arctic Circle."

The Arctic Circle? As in snow, and glaciers, and polar bears?

Sophie glanced down at her filmy blouse in alarm. This outfit was not going to cut it. She was going to freeze to death.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine, it's not much different to an English winter up there at the moment. You've brought a coat, yes?"

Sophie nodded, unconvinced. Her beautiful wool holly berry red coat kept her cosy enough at home, but it wouldn't be the choice of your average Eskimo.

Lucien crossed to the self-service galley and returned with a platter of croissants, pastries, cheeses and continental meats.

"Breakfast is served, madam."

Sophie looked at the array of foods and realised she was starving. Being with Lucien made her forget the most basic things, eating included. Her husband should probably be added to that list too.

"Is your life always like this?" she asked, after she'd loaded her plate. "Private jets, any woman you want, champagne on tap?"

Lucien studied her over the brim of his steaming coffee cup.

"Pretty much."

He was utterly unapologetic, but then why wouldn’t he be? It was a dream lifestyle, and Google had reliably informed her that at thirty-one, Lucien Knight was the complete self-made man. His business acumen was much documented and lauded, even if his history before Knight Inc. was a blank page.

"Don't you ever want more, though?"

"More? One private jet is enough, even for me," he said dryly.

"No... I didn't mean..." - she waved an arm around the luxurious cabin -  "…this. What about family? What about love... kids one day, maybe?"

Lucien blew out a breath and shook his head. "Not my bag, Princess. Ties don't do it for me."

"Everyone needs love, Lucien."

"Yeah, and Santa really exists." Lucien pushed his plate away. "Where's love got you, Sophie?"

Sophie dipped her head, stung by his words. Or stung by the truth behind his words. Love had got her precisely nowhere. Maybe he was right. He'd built a life for himself that was all about fun without heartache. What was so bad about that?

"But don't you get lonely sometimes?"

Lucien shrugged. "I own seven clubs and twenty nine retail shops around the country, and I have a staff of over five hundred, including a terribly distracting PA. I don't have time to be lonely."

Much as Sophie wanted to dig deeper, something in Lucien's face had shut down. His glittering eyes had dulled to a flat blue, and a muscle twitched along the hard set of his jaw. His answers had told her precisely nothing, and she got the distinct feeling that they had been structured to have exactly that effect. The man should be a politician.
Who are you, Lucien Knight?

However intimate they had been over the last few days, in any way that counted, the man sitting opposite her was a complete stranger.

Lucien closed the bedroom door quietly, relieved that Sophie had accepted his suggestion that she change into jeans and try to catch up on some sleep for the rest of the flight. Her questions over breakfast had unsettled him. He wasn't lonely, and the last thing on his agenda was being shackled to someone else.

Why did anyone ever think monogamy was going to work? It wasn't natural. People were sexual beings, marriage artificially suppressed nature’s desires. It warped those who tried to conform to the rules, and made villains and victims out of those who failed.

Sophie's marriage was a case in point. Her husband was half way around the world enjoying the carnal pleasures of another woman's body, while his wife lay in bed recovering from her latest orgasm en route to the Arctic Circle. Where was the honesty there? Where was the love, and the much fabled respect?

Lucien glanced towards the bedroom door. He was determined that Sophie would enjoy far more carnal pleasures before she went home and into battle with her cheating husband.

Daniel Black was a worried man. He couldn't get hold of his wife. He could hardly make a scene about it with Maria, but Sophie's silence could only mean one thing. He wasn't a dramatic man, it didn't occur to him that anything untoward might have happened to her. Gut instinct told him that Sophie was choosing to avoid his calls. Cold fear wrapped clammy fingers around his heart at the thought that she knew about his affair.

Never in a million years did he entertain the idea that Sophie herself might be too busy in the arms of another man to listen to his ever more desperate pleas for her to pick up his messages.

Back in suburbia, their ordinary little semi stood neglected, the flashing red of the answering machine the only light in the place.

Red for hazard. Red for danger. Red for trouble ahead.

"Are you sure I’m not going to die of hypothermia?"

Sophie cast an anxious glance at Lucien as the jet taxied to a halt on the small runway. Lucien had yet to elaborate on exactly where they were, but by the looks of the dramatic, snow-peaked landscape they'd flown over, they were somewhere extremely cold.