The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,71

thong. Damn that stupid scrap of fabric.

My clit throbbed with sudden need. I didn’t care where we were, his soft teasing strokes made me whimper against his hand.

“Shh,” he whispered again. “You have to stay quiet. They’ll hear us.”

I’d never been one for sex in odd places. But Jude slipping his fingers into my panties and fingering my swollen clit in a hotel closet while we hid from reporters set me on fucking fire.

I felt free. Wanted. And god, it felt good.

Shifting my feet, I widened my stance, inviting him to continue. He didn’t take his hand off my mouth, and I didn’t want him to. He was in control of my body, playing me like an instrument. His fingers traced my seam, gently dipping inside. I arched harder against his cock, rubbing my ass against him.

The reporters had probably abandoned the chase. But neither of us made any move to leave. Or stop what we were doing.

His fingers worked magic between my legs. Unabashedly, I rocked my hips to ride his hand. His fingers slid in deeper and I tried not to moan.

He thrust his hips against my ass, pushing that thick erection against me. He was proportionate, thank you very much, and right now, I wanted that glorious cock deep inside me.

I only pondered for a second. We didn’t have a room in the hotel to run to. Home was too far. The car was too far. The closet was crazy and maybe even stupid, but fuck it, I wanted to get crazy and stupid with Jude.

I wanted to let go again. It felt so good to let go.

Reaching behind me, I gripped his cock through his pants. He grunted softly and loosened his hand on my mouth.

“Here?” he whispered.

“Can you make it work?” I whispered back.

“Are you kidding?” He tightened his hand over my mouth again and drew my head back, baring my neck. “You want to get fucked in this closet, I’ll fuck the shit out of you right here.”

Oh my god yes please.

“No condom,” he whispered and loosened his hand so I could talk again.

“Baby, I’m as clean as a fucking virgin.”

“Fuck, Cameron,” he growled. “Put your hands on the door frame.”

I happily complied, leaning forward to brace myself, and spread my legs wider. He pushed my dress up over my backside, grabbed my thong, and tore it two with his bare hands.

Holy shit. I was so turned on I thought I might die.

The sound of his zipper and the shift of fabric as he pulled out his cock in the dark was insanely erotic. He ran his fingers up and down my slit, then I felt the head of his cock do the same.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, then grabbed my hips and slid inside.

His command was almost impossible to obey. His thick length stretched me open, giving me the intense pressure I desperately craved. He moved in and out a few times, as if testing our positioning. Then he started a slow but determined rhythm.

Hard thrust in. Slow slide out. I held onto the door frame, arching my back, and let him have me. He drove into me, his hands gripping me tight, fingers digging into my hips. Neither of us was going to last long. My inner walls already trembled with ready-to-explode tension and his cock seemed to thicken, pressing against my walls even as it dragged through my wetness.

His barely controlled cadence made the pressure between my legs intensify. He grunted softly behind me, a low noise in his throat with every thrust. I arched harder, pressing into him, trying to take him deeper.

I wanted more.

I wanted all of him.

Suddenly he stopped, his hands still gripping me tight, his thick cock buried to the hilt. I froze, scarcely daring to breathe. At first, I didn’t hear a sound. Just the blood pounding in my ears as my heart raced. A second later, muffled voices. They grew louder, as did the sound of footsteps.

How had he heard that? Especially while he was…

The voices gradually quieted. Then the distant click of a door.

Jude slid out and thrust into me again—hard. It was all I could do to keep from crying out.

His rhythm was faster now. Aggressive. I held myself in place, feet planted, back arched. He reached around, still fucking me hard, and his fingers found my clit.

Oh holy fuck yes.

With his fingers rubbing my clit and his thick cock driving in and out of me, I was ready to come apart.