Splendor (Inevitable #2) (60 page)

“You’re so ready for me,” he murmured in awe. “You are needy, aren’t you, darling?”

“God.” Her hips bucked up off the chaise as he continued sliding his fingers in and out of her drenched slit. “I – oh – wanted you. You looked so – ah, yes, just like that – so hot standing there. So gorgeous. I need - ”

He bent his head, his tongue fluttering over her clit. “What do you need, love?”

She cried out as his tongue licked at the moist folds of her labia. “I need to be fucked. Hard. Over and over until I can’t take anymore. And even then I’ll keep wanting more.”

“Jesus, Tessa.” His hands held her hips pinned to the chaise as he continued to eat her out with exquisite care. “Soon, darling. Soon I’ll slide my cock inside this hot, delicious cunt and fuck you until neither of us can think straight. But first.” He sucked hard on her clit, wringing another orgasm from her highly stimulated body.

When she could speak again, she clutched his shoulders, trying in vain to budge him, to pull his body to hers. “Do it now. Please.”

“Not yet.” His hand slid into the damp curls between her thighs, and he gave her a smile that was deeply carnal. “By my estimates, I owe you at least five more orgasms. I think I counted a total of seven that you very unselfishly gave me when you were – ah, indisposed.”

She laughed huskily, placing her hand over his and stilling its motion. “Hmm, I think your count is off. I distinctly remember it was a grand total of eight.”

“Eight it is then, love. After all, you’re very good with numbers, aren’t you?”

Tessa gave a sigh of utter bliss as he slipped three long fingers inside of her. “And you’re really, really good at this. An expert, actually. But as awesome as this feels, it’s you I want. I’ve missed you. Missed this.”

He cursed softly as her hand traced the outline of his erection where it tented his swim trunks. “Don’t, Tessa. Not now. Let me take care of you first.”

“No.” Her reply was insistent, her hand deliberate in its movements as she continued to stroke him. “No keeping score, that’s just silly. I want
you
, Ian. I want
this
.”

He hissed as she gave his cock a firm squeeze. Then, in one smooth motion, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her back inside the suite until they reached the master bedroom. Always a man of purpose, he didn’t disappoint as in quick succession he tore back the bedcovers, deposited her on the mattress, tossed off his swim trunks, and vaulted onto the bed. In the very next instant he was surging as deeply and fully inside of her as he could get, and her head fell back against the pillows in ecstasy.

“So good,” she breathed as he began to stroke the long, thick length of his cock in and out of her body. Her legs lifted to wrap around his hips, her arms about his neck as she pulled his head down to hers for a kiss.

Ian groaned. “It’s fucking heaven to be inside of you again, love. The absolute best feeling in the world.”

“Yes, yes,” she cried, as he began to move faster, more forcefully. He unhooked her legs from around his waist and spread them wide, bending her knees up towards her shoulders. He rose to his knees, the position allowing him to thrust even more deeply inside of her. With each hard thrust, it felt like the head of his penis was butting up against her womb, and she whimpered with that particular sensation of half pain, half pleasure that he was such a master at calling forth from her body.

Her body already primed from the two orgasms he’d given her, Tessa came long and hard this time with his cock constantly rubbing against that super sensitive spot deep inside her. She was dimly aware of the tears that dampened her cheeks, the depth of emotion he was able to wring out of her almost too much to take at times like this. And when she stopped seeing stars after a time, she realize that he hadn’t come yet, that he was still moving inside of her pliant body with slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Why are you holding back?” she whispered.

He groaned, his head falling back as she trailed her fingers up his chest where his skin was drenched with sweat. “Feels so good, love. I don’t want this to end. I missed this, too.”

Tessa gasped as he deftly switched their positions, pulling her on top of him while he reclined against the pillows, their sweat-slicked bodies remaining co-joined the entire time. Ian’s hands gripped her hips as she found the rhythm he wanted.

His thumb brushed over the swollen nub of her clit. “Want to make you come again,” he rasped. “Over and over, until we both lose count.”

“No.” She shook her head, the last remaining strands of her hair still contained in a messy bun tumbling down her back. “Don’t hold back. Please. I need you wild, want to see you lose control. Like this.”

She ignored his attempts to slow her down as she began to buck frantically back and forth, riding him hard. She leaned forward until her breasts brushed his chest, her nipples raking over his hot skin. He gasped as she ran her tongue over his mouth, her teeth tugging on his lower lip.

And then, before he could stop her, she slipped a hand to where their bodies were joined and began to gently stimulate his prostate gland, in the exact way she knew would drive him over the edge.

He came instantly, cursing loudly as his back bowed off the mattress again and again, and she could feel the hot, sticky bursts of his cum flooding her pussy. Almost violently, Ian pulled her head down to his, kissing her savagely as he continued to empty himself into her warm, tight body.

Tessa collapsed on his chest when he was finally replete, his arms and legs splayed out limply. She could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her cheek and caressed his arms soothingly.

When he was able to speak, his voice was hoarse and his words came out slowly. “The next time you use that little trick, give me some warning, eh? One of these times I might not survive the experience.”

She laughed softly, sliding off his body to curl up trustingly against his side. “Maybe instead of that oxygen tank you mentioned we ought to keep a defibrillator handy. Or,” she added teasingly, dropping a series of quick, sweet kisses on his mouth, “I could just learn mouth to mouth resuscitation.”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “I think all three are excellent precautions.” One big hand slid down her spine to cup her ass. “But I hope you realize that this only adds to the total number of orgasms I still owe you.”

“What?” She gave him a puzzled little frown.

Ian grinned wickedly. “Well, considering this last one was really like five regular orgasms combined, by my totals I now owe you at least ten.”

She shook her head. “Impossible. Because according to my much more accurate calculations, it’s an even dozen.”

“Well, then,” he murmured in amusement as his lips began to trail down between her breasts to her belly. “I’d better get busy, don’t you agree?”

Tessa’s laughs soon turned to moans as his head disappeared between her thighs. “I, ah, think that’s an excellent idea.”

***

Jason Baldwin was not a happy man these days, and hadn’t been for quite some time now. He hated – positively
hated
– his current job as the manager of the hotel in Silicon Valley. In addition to the nerve-wracking, time consuming commute he had to endure in both directions of the drive, he considered the position far beneath what should have been his far more elevated status in the company. Plus, he had little patience when it came to dealing with hotel guests – smoothing over complaints or problems someone had if they didn’t care for their particular room; schmoozing with high-profile guests and clients and pandering to their already oversized egos; handling the various personnel problems that cropped up far too often for his liking; and having to answer on a regular basis to the regional office on one matter or another – and to a manager who had up until recently been a subordinate of his.

And his miserable situation at work wasn’t helped even one bit by Charlotte’s almost constant whining as of late. She seemed to be checking up on him far more than she ever had in the past – frequent phone calls and texts, wanting to know exactly what time he’d be home from the office; packing their weekends full of events and activities so that he rarely had a free moment to himself.

Their three children were all of school age now, and more than a handful, especially their youngest, Aidan, who was always getting into one scrape or another. He reminded Jason of himself at that age, and he had no more patience with his son than his parents had had with him.

All of the many and varied demands on his schedule meant he had very few hours in the day to indulge in what he referred to as “recreational time”. Jason had always been a man of rather insatiable sexual appetites, dating back as far as his early teens, and he was also known to like more than his fair share of kink. He’d known from the day she’d happily agreed to marry him that Charlotte couldn’t even begin to satisfy either need. In fact, she was a bit of a prude when it came to the bedroom, and more often than not these days she’d claim fatigue or stress from dealing with the children all day as a way to cop out of sex. And Charlotte would have been shocked to the tips of her very proper Ferragmo pumps to fully realize many of the more – er, unconventional things he enjoyed in the bedroom.

He’d had a very satisfactory arrangement set up with the shapely Swedish law student he’d met at one of the kink bars he liked to frequent. Greta had been a dynamo in bed, even enjoyed taking charge when he’d been in the mood to allow it, and she’d been game for almost anything – especially after he’d set her up in a charming flat in the Marina District where he could pop in for a convenient visit during his lunch break or right after work.

But that particular relationship was now a thing of the past, ever since his schedule – and his entire life – had been fucked over good with the transfer to Scotts Valley. Tired of his neglect, the hot-blooded Greta hadn’t wasted any time in finding herself a new boyfriend – a filthy rich Middle Eastern real estate magnate who had neither a wife, children, nor a fucking long commute to make demands on his time.

It hadn’t taken Jason long to find some new action, but he couldn’t afford to start up another long term arrangement right now. Not only was his free time severely limited but so were his finances. His salary had fortunately remained the same after the transfer, but there were newly added expenses with commuting, plus the private school where all three children were enrolled had raised their already exorbitant tuition even higher. Charlotte had never had much concept about money – one of the many reasons she’d never been considered for a position with her family’s own company – and spent it on frivolous items that they really couldn’t afford.

And everything – every single one of his woes – could be blamed entirely on that arrogant, ruthless bastard Ian. All of this was his fault, no question about it. It was solely because of him – and that treacherous, scheming bitch he was currently banging – that Jason’s life was such a miserable, fucked-up mess.

Out of Charlotte’s three male cousins, Jason had always disliked Ian the most – not that he’d been overly fond of Hugh or Colin, either. But at least Hugh was personable enough to shake his hand and make him feel welcome, while Colin had been a real hell raiser in his day until he’d finally settled down in recent years. Ian, though, had always been a stuck-up, cold-hearted prick, looking at Jason as though he wasn’t fit to be breathing the same air as the rest of the family.

And actually working for the bastard had been ten times worse. Ian had acted like a fucking king in the office, imposing rules and regulations that Jason had found unreasonable and often intolerable. Still, with Ian on the road almost half of each month, Jason had been able to shirk his duties with relatively little difficulty, largely by heaping work on his PA and the management support team, and by passing on assignments to lower level managers. He’d had a nice, comfortable arrangement going there, one that allowed him plenty of free time to indulge in his “recreational” pursuits.

But then everything had gone to hell overnight when that sanctimonious hard-ass Ian had caught him red-handed with the blonde bitch – literally speaking, given that he’d been very pleasurably groping the girl’s big tit at the time. To say that Ian had completely overreacted was putting it mildly, and Jason had remained convinced that the real reason he’d been banished to Scotts Valley was because his arrogant boss had lusted after the tart himself.

Not that he blamed Ian, of course. From the first time he’d laid eyes on the luscious Tessa, Jason had been determined to have her. She wasn’t his usual type – too young and innocent and shy – but with a body like hers – well, she was every man’s type. He’d lusted after her ripe, sexy body, her full, pillowy lips, and all that long, blonde hair, and had turned on every bit of charm he possessed to entice her into his bed. The thought of spanking her shapely ass until it was bright red, or cuffing her to a St. Andrew’s cross while he fucked her brutally had made him salivate at the thought of possessing her.

But she hadn’t wanted to play his little game of flirting and seduction, had scurried away from him like a frightened mouse each time he’d approached her. Given some of the really filthy, obscene things he’d murmured in her ear, even he had been surprised when she hadn’t turned him in to HR. But he’d also quite deliberately made sure to subtly remind her that he was her superior and, more importantly, a member of the Gregson family. The girl had evidently feared for her job security for she’d kept her mouth shut about his continued harassment.

And of course Ian’s little shadow – that pain-in-the-arse, by-the-book Andrew – had always seemed to be in the vicinity whenever Jason had tried to approach Tessa. Jason now knew without a doubt that Andrew had been intentionally tasked to do just that – a task handed down by the fucking king himself.

He’d heard about Ian’s new amour from Charlotte, and it hadn’t taken him very long at all to put two and two together. Jason’s reaction upon discovering that the beautiful blonde Ian was apparently quite taken with was Tessa had been a combination of amusement, anger, and an overwhelming need for vengeance. He blamed both of them equally for the unsatisfactory situation he found himself in, and grew more determined with each passing day to make them pay dearly.