Dirty Deals by Nicole James Page 0,20
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
His free hand closes over one breast, squeezing, his thumb strumming across my hard nipple. With each brush, a zing shoots through me, straight to my core. My passage clamps down on his fingers, and he groans in my ear.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Squeeze me tight, show me how much you want it.”
“I do. Please.”
He thrusts in and out, his fingertips finding that magic spot that has me panting. “Oh God. Yes. There. Right there.”
“I know what my girl wants.” His voice is thick with need, and he rotates a thumb around my clit.
I whimper, my hands clenching on the armrest. He keeps at me until I can’t take anymore. When I’m so close I think I’m about to burst, he pinches down on my nipple, and an orgasm shoots through me hard and fast. I moan and thrash against his hand. He brings me down slowly until my rough breathing slows.
I melt all over him like puddled candle wax. His fingers slip from me, and my release coats them. He smears it across my nipples, and then lays me over his arm as he sucks them into his mouth, first one and then the other.
They’re already super sensitized, tender and sore from all the attention he gave them last night. I moan, but it hurts so good that I can’t help thrusting my chest up for more of his tender torment.
He groans, and I feel his hard erection pressing against my bottom. I know he needs relief, and with all the orgasms he’s given me in the last twenty hours, I want to give back. I slip from his lap and kneel before him, my hands going to his zipper. His eyes are glittering as he stares down at me, letting me open his jeans and pull him out. His erection is long and hard for me, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
I lick my lips and smooth my thumb over it in tight circles. His hips lift off the chair as he thrusts into my tight hold.
He groans in need. “Fuck, baby, take it.”
I dip my head and wrap my lips around him, taking him all the way down. The fingers of both hands thread into my hair, fisting and guiding my movements, soon locking me in place as he gently fucks my mouth, in and out.
“Fuck, yeah, Vegas. Give me that pretty mouth. Take it deep. Take it all.”
I do. I take everything he has to give until he’s ready to explode.
His growl is a guttural primal sound as he comes hard.
I take it all, every last drop.
I lap and lick and suck until he’s floating back to earth, just as contented and blissful as he’d made me feel moments ago.
“Holy shit,” he pants and drops his head. I lay my head on his thigh, and his palm strokes over my hair tenderly.
I realize I haven’t felt this way about a man in so very long. Maybe never. But it’s dangerous to let myself get attached. He’ll never be mine and loving him could put him in danger as well.
Right now I don’t want to care about any of that. I just want to relish the fact that I’m falling in love and how wonderful love is when it’s fresh and new and we’re both eager to please.
I smile, my eyes closed, just enjoying him caressing my hair.
“Ash, climb up here,” he murmurs, his voice deep and thick. I look up to see his clear eyes staring down at me, something burning in their depths. Perhaps he’s as affected by all this as I am. Dare I hope?
He fastens his jeans, and I curl up sideways in his lap, tucking my head under his jaw. I can hear his heart beating. It’s a soothing sound. I could stay here all day, listening to that lulling rhythm.
One hand strokes the skin of my bare thigh while the other arm wraps me close, his fingers playing with my hair.
“Want to ask you something. I don’t want you to get upset by the question, just tell me the answer.”
Already my heart rate has increased. God, please don’t ruin this wonderful moment with questions I can’t answer.
“Your bag’s still packed. What’s that about, honey? You leavin’ again?”
How do I explain? How do I tell him that I haven’t felt safe anywhere since long before the murders?
“There’s no reason for it. It’s all in my head.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know why I can’t unpack. I don’t know why I can’t feel