In a flash, his palms were on her hips, his fingers curled into her flesh, sending a delicious shiver through her. “I could have you on your back and spread wide for me in two seconds.”
“My bed”—she peeled off one of his hands from her flesh—“my rules.” The other came up without a fight, and she leaned forward, making sure to let her nipples come tantalizingly close to his lips, and placed his hands above his head.
“What are those?” he asked.
The vein in his temple went into overdrive, but he kept his hands where she put them, watching her close as she sat, this time farther down on his thighs.
Dropping her hands to his pants’ top button, she dragged her teeth across her bottom lip and gave him a cocky wink as the button popped free. “You sit back, and I do everything I can to make you lose control.”
He tensed underneath her. “I don’t lose control.”
“You’ve never been in my bed before.” She cupped him through the thin material that did little to lessen the effect touching his dick had on both of them.
“Okay, then.” He let out a half moan, half sigh, and let his eyes close. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
She pulled down his zipper and slid her hand inside so she could wrap her fingers around the velvety heat of his cock. One, two, three slow strokes in the tight confines of his pants and Dom’s jaw had tightened, his hands fists against the fluffy white pillows.
“Lift your hips,” she demanded, her own lust turning her voice husky.
He did, and she yanked his pants down over his round ass, tree trunk–strong thighs, and over the rest of the blond hair–covered legs. After tossing the pants aside, she began to work her way back up his legs, slow and easy with light touches and the barest of kisses on his inner thighs until she met the base of his standing cock. She wrapped her hand aroun
d him again, and he twitched under her touch, the head swollen and wet. Keeping her tongue flat, she licked her way up the shaft to the top, sucking him in and tasting the salty proof of his desire.
His ass tightened, and he moaned, but he didn’t thrust into her mouth, filling her like she wanted—and she wanted all of him. So she took him. Deep. Using her lips, her tongue, and her hands on his balls, she took him in until she didn’t think she could anymore.
“Fuck, Elle, that is so good.” His praise came out harsh and strained, right on the edge of losing control.
Right where she wanted him. Relenting, she released him and started slow and steady strokes as her other hand worked the base, twisting with enough pressure to make him gasp with pleasure. Looking up, she found his eyes were no longer closed. He watched her as she lavished the kind of attention on his dick that he’d given her earlier.
Keeping her gaze locked on him, she moved her hands to his lean hips, tracing her nails across the taut muscles of his ass, and then lowered her mouth inch by glorious inch until she took all of him in her mouth and began to slide back until only the tip remained. She gave it a soft suck, and that’s when he broke. A groan tore from his mouth, and his hands were buried in her hair, tangling in the damp strands, as he thrust up. Digging her nails into his ass, she held on as his hips rose and fell in time with the up and down strokes of her mouth. Again and again and again she slid him between her wet lips until he finally lost his battle with control and released it all with an orgasm that left him panting and her licking the last of him from her lips like a cat enjoying the last drops of cream.
Still catching his breath, he peeked at her through half-open eyes. “You look way too happy with yourself.”
That satisfied growl disguised as a smart-ass remark did things to her insides. She wasn’t sure if she should be glad he’d come into her life, if only for such a short time, or if she should be wishing he’d never kidnapped her from Dylan’s in the first place.
“Are you saying I need to work on my technique?” She gave his still half-hard cock a light stroke, confident her skills were top-notch and he knew it.
“No.” He locked his legs around her hips and tumbled her onto her back. “I’m saying now it’s my turn.”
…
Looking down at her, her cheeks flushed with anticipation and her bare tits rising and falling with each fast breath, Dom forgot his name for a second.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she trailed her fingers through the deep valley between her tits. “Did you forget what comes next?”
There it was, the challenge he hadn’t realized he’d grown to crave from her.
“You’ve got some mouth on you.” That tasted of home and the future and infinite possibilities.
“I seem to recall you like that part of me,” she said and blew a kiss at him.
Beauty, brains, and a sharp tongue. She was fucking fantastic. How easy would it be to fall in love with her? Not that he could. Not that he would. But for tonight he could pretend that it was just them. No queen. No billionaire. No country on the edge. Just two people who had one night left before her jet took off at seven p.m. tomorrow. He wasn’t going to be with Elle then, but he sure as hell was with her now, and he was going to make it count.
She reached up and cupped his face in her small hands, all the teasing flirtation that had lit up her face before replaced by concern digging lines across her forehead. “What is it?”
“You’re amazing.” And it was the most truthful thing he’d ever told her.
“Why, sir,” she said in a fake southern accent that couldn’t cover the worry in her voice. “You’re going to make me blush.”