A corner of Duke’s mouth lifts as he pats his leg. “Then come over here.”
30
Duke
I know she’ll come even before I issue the invitation. I can see it in her eyes.
She finds her footing and slowly heads toward me, an enticing mix of curiosity and determination in her eyes. The creamy skin above her jeans seems to glow in the dim room, drawing my eye to her lacy white bra.
She’s beautiful, no doubt about that.
Autumn comes to stand between my knees, right at the edge of my chair, where she waits for me to make a move.
I take her hand in mine, noticing how tiny and delicate her fingers are compared to my thick ones. Her skin is as soft and smooth as it looks. It’s going to be a challenge to go slow with her, but that’s how it needs to be.
“I want to be clear,” I say. “You are under no obligation to me. I didn’t invite you here with any ulterior motive, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do. You don’t owe me anything for staying here.” I squeeze her hand, careful not to squeeze too hard. “Is that clear?”
Autumn nods. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” I lean forward to reach her better, and lay a hand on her denim-covered hip even though I’m aching to touch her bare skin. “I’m glad you’re here,” I tell her, sliding my hand around to her backside, over the curve of her ass, and down to the top of her thigh.
“Me too,” she says, her eyes fixed on mine as I start to explore her body.
With my palm on the small of her back, I pull her toward me. “C’mere.”
She climbs into my lap, her knees spreading wide as she moves to straddle my thighs. The scent of her skin and hair adds fuel to the fire that’s starting to burn inside me. Her lace-covered breasts, now only inches away, have my cock nudging my zipper, but I remind it to be patient.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. I’m not in the habit of saying most of what I’m thinking, but this is a thought I should share, because she needs to know how I see her.
I’m rewarded with a smile. “Thank you. You’re very handsome.” The shyness in her voice triggers another kick in my pants.
With a hand cupping the side of her head, I bring her mouth to mine and press my lips to hers. Her lips are soft and so sweet that I need to go for another taste, and another. When I deepen the kiss, she purrs like a kitten, and there’s an ache deep down inside me.
Trevor’s jokes earlier had a basis in truth. It has been too long, and it’s been way too long since I’ve kissed someone as appealing as this girl. I don’t even know what it is about her. She stood out when I first saw her at the club, and she’s commanded my attention every time I’ve seen her after that. She’s gorgeous, but I see plenty of attractive women when I work at the club. There’s an indefinable quality to her, and it’s even better now that she’s in my lap.
Dragging myself from her lips, I lay kisses along her jaw and down the side of her delicate neck, where I inhale the scent of her, warm and rich like honey. When I slide one of her bra straps from her shoulder, her breath catches. When she finally breathes again, I’m distracted by the rise and fall of her chest, her pale flesh rounding enticingly above the lacy cups.
I let my mouth explore, lining up more kisses along her collarbone, out to her shoulder, and then back across the tops of her breasts. She wiggles in my lap, shimmying closer, rubbing against me, and I wonder if she can feel how hard I’m getting. Will my monster scare her off? She grinds down on me, and her mouth curves into a small smile.
I graze my lips over the lace of her bra, finding a hardened nipple beneath and nipping at it. She arches her back, wanting more, so I pull the cup down, revealing the most beautiful breast I’ve ever seen. Perfect size, perfect shape, and the most perfectly delicious cherry pink nipple, which goes harder still when I take it between my lips.
I roll her pebbled peak in my mouth and gently nip at it with my teeth, receiving more sexy purrs in return. My fingers find her other breast, and as soon as it’s exposed, I taste it too.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I murmur as I unhook her bra and bury my face between her mounds, licking the center of her chest, fighting an urge to mark her and claim her as my own. This possessive thought reminds me that we’re not alone, but I don’t care if I’m being selfish. They were with her last night; now it’s my turn.
When she grinds against me and makes a little moaning sound, I can’t sit any longer; my growing erection makes it too uncomfortable. I lift Autumn off of my lap and smile to myself when she looks disappointed. “Hang on,” I say, setting her on the chair and grabbing the blanket that was folded over the back. I spread it over the floor, shoving the coffee table back with my foot so there’ll be plenty of room.
I bring her down to the floor with another internal reminder to take my time. I want to rip her pants off and plunge inside what I know will be a tight, wet pussy. I want to fuck her so hard and deep that she’ll scream my name, but she’s not ready for that yet.
Instead, I stretch out beside her and bend over her, alternating between her lips and her breasts, unable to decide which is sweeter, glad I don’t have to choose.
She’s starting to touch me now, exploring the muscles in my arm and shoulder, squeezing and kneading, measuring me up. She can’t reach much of me, and that’s probably a good thing, because her hands are putting my patience to the test.
When I let my beard brush over her breasts and her belly, she giggles, and the sound may as well be a tiny hand wrapping itself around my dick.
“You like that?” I ask, repeating the motion, drawing more laughter out of her.
“My god, you’re taking too long,” Trevor says, coming down to join us on the floor. “Is that all you’re going to do is tease her?”