Page 12 of Taboo
She nodded again, unable to answer—or he assumed. He felt the tell-tale sign of his balls tightening, and his orgasm was sitting there on the edge, just a little out of reach. He wanted her to come again, feel all those muscles clamp down on his dick as he came. He moved one hand from her hip to her clit, pinching it hard. That was all it took for her to come again, her muscles rippled over his dick, pulling him deeper inside of her warmth. He thrust one more time before he gave over to the pleasure she pulled from him. His orgasm seemingly lasted an eternity.
When he was finally done, he collapsed on top of her, unable to do anything else. He was weak, his entire body felt as if he’d run a marathon…or three.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air and their bodies were damp from their exertion. Instead of pushing him away or telling him to get up, she clung to him, her fingers dancing up and down his spine. He must have dozed for a minute or so, but when he could finally gain his wits, he placed a hand on either side of her on the mattress, then pushed himself off her.
“Sorry about that,” he murmured.
She offered him a brilliant smile. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair was a mess, and there was a flush to her skin. And all he could think was that he caused that. He gave her this happiness. Some emotion he couldn’t identify moved in his chest.
“Don’t be. That was brilliant.”
He rose to his feet. “Be right back.” He was smiling as he got rid of the condom, then he joined her back on the bed. She had gotten under the covers and he pulled her back against him, her back against his front. Every luscious curve pressed against him. Heaven.
Then he remembered the look when he told her that he couldn’t wait.
“Jules?”
“Hmm,” she said dreamily.
“Did I upset you earlier?”
“I told you not to be sorry.”
“I meant before. When I wouldn’t let you suck me off.”
Everything about her seemed to still, then she sighed. “I’ve never been good at that particular thing.”
“A blow job?”
She nodded and he could sense her embarrassment. God, this woman. She had no idea that it had more to do with him than with her. Before he realized what she was doing, she had started to inch away from him. He growled and yanked her back. He wasn’t done with her…and there was no reason for the panic that hit him when she did that little move. None at all. He just wanted a few more times with her in bed.
Alek forced her to turn to face him. It was dark so he couldn’t see if she was blushing or not, but he assumed she was. As tight as she was, she didn’t have a lot of experience, not that he had a lot of women in his past.
He cupped her face with his hands. “Tell me, Jules.”
“I’ve only slept with one other man and he was not…do I have to talk about this? It’s embarrassing.”
He wanted to demand whatever the asshole who had her had said. Men tended to strike out and be hurtful when they felt their manhood threatened.
“No. But, I’ll tell you why I stopped you. I wanted to be deep inside that tasty pussy when I came. You had me so out of my mind that I would have lost it the moment your sweet mouth wrapped around me.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t resist leaning forward to brush his mouth against hers. “Give me a few more minutes and I’ll let you do whatever you want to my body during round two.”
There was a beat of silence, then slowly, her mouth curved before turning into a full-on grin. There was that funny feeling in his chest, but he pushed his worries aside. His time in the military taught him to live in the moment because you never knew if tomorrow would ever come for you.
“It’s a deal,” Jules said, her breath rushing out over his chest.
He pulled her close, once again enjoying her soft curves as they pressed up against him and thinking that this stopover in San Francisco was his best idea to date.
chapter five
Julienne’s phonebuzzed on the bedside table, tugging her out of a very pleasant dream. She pulled herself up and grabbed her phone. She blinked at the time.
Oh, bloody hell. She was supposed to be on the family jet in a couple of hours and David was apparently having a meltdown. There were at least five texts and two missed calls. David doesn’t call unless it’s an emergency. She shifted in the bed and felt the hard body next to her. She turned and looked at him. There was just a sliver of warm morning sun peeking through a slit in the blackout curtains. It afforded her a view of all that gorgeous flesh. The man was…well, he could model if he wanted to. He was on his stomach, his face relaxed in slumber. He was…she had never had a man of his caliber interested in her. Not that she knew. Gregor might be considered a catch, but he would never be able to compete with Alek. On a physical level, it was easy to see the differences, but Gregor had been her one and only experience in bed. And just in case anyone was wondering, it was less than stellar.
Her mind rushed back to the night before, about how he let her suck him off, wrapping his hand in her hair as he praised her efforts. Then, he took her up against the massive window, her breasts pressed against the glass. The windows are mirrored on the outside, but it felt differently. It felt as if he was taking her in front of the world. It was beyond delicious.
