“Keep that gorgeous body of yours just the way it is,” he says, his voice sending electric shivers between my thighs. I’m so ready for more.
He calls down and tells security to let the delivery guy in and tell him that he’ll pay extra to get his ass up the elevator. I can see how my sister might have mistaken Tate for a jerk. He’s definitely forceful and gets what he wants. I shiver again with anticipation, amazed that he wantsme.
He makes a cute picnic for us, spreading out the barbecued chicken and side dishes and sitting cross legged on the rug, wearing only his pants. He pats the rug, and I hurry over to join him with the soft chenille throw still flung around my shoulders. He holds out a bite of chicken to my lips, and I take it, sucking on his finger when he places it in my mouth. He traces his finger down my neck to my breasts, raising goosebumps and tightening my nipples as he gently tweaks one puckered bud.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, taking his own bite of food. “And you really do have an amazing voice. I wasn’t just saying that to get in your pants.”
I snort at that. If only he knew how much I was attracted to him before he even gave me that compliment.
“Thanks,” I say, accepting another bite from his fingers. It’s oddly sexy, being fed by this gorgeous, shirtless man. Then I sigh. “It means so much coming from someone like you. It’s tough to get auditions, let alone jobs. Especially since I don’t have a band to back me up.”’
“It’s not going to be tough anymore,” he says, searing me with an intense look.
I’m not sure what he means, but I edge a little closer to him, and our lips meet. I push away what’s left of our meal and climb onto his lap, moaning when I feel his hard length pushing between my legs. I want more of the feelings that big thing gave me. I run my hands down his shoulders and across his chest, feeling a heady sense of power when his skin erupts in goosebumps. I lean down and lick them away. He grabs my hips and starts to lay me on my back, but I shove hard and straddle him with my legs tight around his waist.
“I want to be in charge this time,” I say, pushing on his rock-hard chest. He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t budge, but I reach between us and press my palm against the throbbing bulge in his pants. “Please,” I whisper, rubbing up and down and getting wetter by the second.
He lays on his back, keeping his hands on my hips. The blanket slips away, and his eyes rake over my body. Reaching between my legs, he sinks his fingers inside me, making me see stars for a second.
“You won’t be able to resist me, baby,” he says, stroking my tender nub.
My entire body quakes at the sensation, but I push his hand away, jerking open his pants so that his cock bursts free into my hands.
“Don’t make me use those cuffs,” I say, giving him a warning look.
He laughs, but it’s cut off when I lean down and lick the shiny head of his cock. He’s salty and smooth, and I take him deeper in my mouth.
“Do you like that?” I ask, my lips hovering over his throbbing member. “I like it a lot.”
His hands tangle in my hair, and he pushes my head toward his cock again, but I dip away from his grasp, taking my own sweet time. With a huff, he drops his hands to the sides. I’m delighted with my game and tease him with my lips and tongue a little more, until his fists are clenched, and he’s biting his lip so hard, I’m afraid it’ll start bleeding.
I lick the entire length of my new toy and drag my teeth gently back down. “Just be good a little bit longer,” I say, feeling bolder with every bounce of his shaft against my lips. “And then you can sink your big cock deep inside my tight, wet pussy.” Only he could ever make me say such a thing, but the look on his face is worth it.
He growls out a curse and pulls me up by my arms. The next thing I know, he’s holding me tight by the hips and driving his cock up into me. I gasp as he fills me, and I grab for his chest to steady myself. He’s so deep and hard inside me I don’t think I can move an inch or risk breaking, but he rocks his hips upward while guiding me on top of him.
“Ride me like this,” he says, pulling me off his cock, only to swoop me down onto him again.
I keep up the rhythm, my pussy stretching to take him, that wonderful feeling building up from deep within again. I writhe around on him, eager for it to crash over me again. He holds onto me, moving me faster, and I dig into his shoulders, grinding my pussy hard against him with every thrust.
“I know what you need,” he says, sliding his hand down my mound to touch me where his cock meets my pussy.
The moment his fingers graze my sensitive, swollen clit, I scream. At first, it’s merely amazing, but he keeps pushing me onward to an outright fantastic climax. When I don’t think it can get any better, he forces me even further over the edge, finally thrusting hard and deep inside me with a yell of his own.
He pulls me off him and into his arms on the rug. I realize we’re still surrounded by food, but it’s grown dark outside his wall of windows. We’ve been enjoying each other for hours. I sigh happily, and my eyes drift shut, completely worn out.
Chapter 8
Tate
I don’t know what I ever did to deserve having such a sweet-voiced and wickedly sexy woman like Dani just appear in my life the way she did, but I’m going to enjoy the hell out of her while she’s here. The way she’s so eager to please and accept pleasure is the biggest turn on, and I get so wrapped up in her body, I barely notice the sun has gone down. The stars are twinkling away outside my office windows, and I stroke her bare shoulder, warring with myself over what to do. As much as I want to keep her here with me all night and keep teaching her new things, I feel an itch under my skin to dive into a new project. Being with Dani has me feeling the kind of excitement and inspiration that I haven’t felt in a long time.
“Can I drive you home?” I ask, pulling my hand from her silky skin and sitting up.
I reach for her clothes and hand them to her. She looks as disappointed as I feel, and I lean over to kiss her lush mouth, getting hard at the memories of what she did to my cock with those lips of hers.
“Sure, thanks,” she says, slowly pulling her clothes back on.
She looks at me longingly, but I shake my head. If I take her home with me tonight, I won’t get anything done, and the project I have in mind is far too important to wait.