Playing For Her Heart - Megan Erickson Page 0,33

he continued, flicking the tip of his tongue on the stiff peaks, driving her out of her mind as she rocked her hips into him, wanting to be filled.

He finally let her go, giving each breast a soft smack. “I think I could spend all day with these.”

She arched her back and his eyes flared.

He reached to his nightstand, and she heard the crinkle of a wrapper.

Finally, finally she’d get him inside of her, where she’d been aching for him since she walked in the door.

A hand gripped her hip. “Close your eyes, Princess.”

She did, even though she wasn’t seeing much anyway, her body overwhelmed with the physical sensation of his body against hers.

Something soft touched her lips, rubbing across her flesh. It felt like smooth fabric and smelled clean, like laundry detergent. She opened her mouth and Grant pushed the fabric inside, just a small bit of it, enough for her to bite down.

When she opened her eyes, his eyes were on her lips. He lifted the end of the fabric that wasn’t in her mouth and she recognized her panties, the ones Sari had left behind in the hotel room.

He gripped her chin, keeping her mouth closed. “These have tortured me for weeks, these panties you left behind. Now I get to torture you a little with them.” His eyes were gleaming, his lips curled in a wicked smile. This was taking her out of the role a bit, and that was messing with her head. This wasn’t lining up with her call girl routine. But Grant was hard, his cock pressing against her. This was turning him on, and she wasn’t about to let him down after all he’d done for her. And she had to admit this was hot as hell, him fucking her while she was gagged with her own panties.

But damn Grant for not sticking to the plan.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and Grant’s lips brushed over her eyelids, leaving a wet trail down her face, nuzzling under her ear.

His fingers plunged inside of her. “You want my cock here?”

His fingers, good Lord those fingers, they were twisting and curling and her body was surging into them, riding his hand. She could do this, she could play the role and block out anything that ruined it.

He took the panties out of her mouth and she opened her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, you understand?”

Yes, yes, that’s exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be the call girl he fucked in his bed. The woman he used to get off. That’s what she wanted and so she curled her hands around his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. “Fuck me,” she said. “Get what you paid for.”

He set his jaw and then plunged inside of her. He immediately began a punishing pace as he gripped her hips, watching their connection.

He was beautiful, his dirty-blond hair falling in his eyes, his blue irises blazing in the moonlight. Sweat shone off his shoulders, the tendons straining under his skin. “Fuck, Princess,” he gasped. “Fuck, you always feel so good on my cock.”

His cock felt good inside of her. “Am I worth two grand?”

He laughed roughly. “Don’t tell your handler, but you could charge way more, Princess.”

She gripped his shoulders tightly and lifted a leg, curling it around his thigh. “Yeah? I expect a hefty tip, then.”

“I’d empty my bank account for you if you make it worth my while.”

Well that was a challenge. She planted her right foot on the bed and with strength she didn’t know she had, she flipped Grant onto his back.

His eyes widened as she straddled his hips and with one swift motion sank back down onto his cock.

She planted her hands onto his chest and swiveled her hips. She wanted to get as much out of this time as she could. She wasn’t sure how long this could last, how long she could separate Chloe from the woman in Grant’s fantasy. And she never wanted him to find out the difference.

So she worked her hips harder, ran her fingers up her sides, cupping her breasts, then into her hair.

Grant was staring at her breasts, which bounced with every jolt as she rode him hard.

She reached down, thumbing her clit, reaching for the orgasm that she knew was close, so close, as it always was with Grant.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his fingers tightening on her thighs. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to come, Chloe.”

The veins in his neck were in sharp relief