This is what I want, right?I don’t do relationships.
She squints her eyes, assessing my answer, then grabs the pen on the table and signs her name, accepting all terms of the contract in front of her. She hands me the papers, and I place my signature on the line below hers. I stand, taking my packet out from the drawer, and hand it to her. She looks up at me, confused.
“I need one for myself, too. Please sign mine.” She does and I toss it back on the desk after I’ve signed. A seductive smile spreads across my lips. “Hope you can give me a list of limits because I’m going to push you as far as I can.”
* * *
She’son her knees in front of me, and I’m thrusting into her mouth just enough to touch the back of her throat. I’m not trying to choke her, just make her gag a little bit.Fuck, her mouth is perfect.Her small hands are grabbing my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to her.
“You’re going to swallow everything like a good girl. Can you do that?” My voice is labored from trying to hold back. Her warm, wet mouth feels even more amazing wrapped around me than I could have imagined. She nods and stares up at me with her big, brown eyes. The look on her face is so innocent, it’s my undoing. I hold the side of her face with my hands and pump everything into her mouth. She pulls back and swallows, coughing at the end.
I lie back on the bed and close my eyes, my hand resting on my chest. “That was something else. You did so good.” I feel the bed dip next to me. I crack an eye open, and she’s just sitting there, waiting. “Are you all right?” I sit up and pull her chest against me, both of us still in our clothes.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I flip the bottom of her skirt up to find she isn’t wearing panties under her dress.Was she like this the entire plane ride?I have to have her, and this time, I want to be nestled between her legs when I get off. I turn so my body is hovering over hers. “Lass, I do believe you have surprised me tonight. No panties? Were you wearing any today at the studio or tonight on the plane?”
She smirks at me and cocks an eyebrow. “Nope. I’ve been commando all day,” she teases.
“I didn’t think you were that kind of girl. I rather like knowing you aren’t wearing anything under this dress. I wish I would have known that though. I would have had my way with you at the studio in the green room.” My hands slide between her legs, and she opens them for me. I run a finger around the outside of her lips. She’s soaked. I slide down her body, nestling my upper body between her legs, my tongue and fingers working her over expertly.
Within minutes, she’s fighting against my grip. “No, it’s too much.” She’s trying to push me away from her, and I swat her hands out of the way, never stopping my assault on her clit. I want her to come on me, and I won’t stop until it happens.
“Oh, God…” She tosses her head back and pants, her legs closing around my head. Then I taste her as she comes on my tongue. She is the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever tasted.I think I’m addicted to her already.I continue licking her sensitive clit until she smacks my head. I’m trying to get another one from her, and if she doesn’t give me her damn safe word, I’m not going to stop.
I pull back enough to speak to her. “No, I want one more. Give it to me.” I dive back in like a man starved and work her over. Her body is still tense under my touch, but she’s not trying to suffocate me anymore. I work her over, licking and sucking at her until she is falling apart on me again. My name on her lips sounds like sin as she comes down from her high.
I sit up and crawl up her body, my lips smashing down on her so she can taste herself. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she opens willingly for me, allowing me the opportunity to explore. The small moan that escapes her makes me hard instantly. I pull away from her and look into her darkened eyes. She licks her lips and places her hands on my arms, trying to pull me back down to her. When I don’t move, she rocks her hips up, pressing me to her core.
I need to be in her, now!“What do you want?”
“You.”
I don’t recognize the sound that forms at the back of my throat—it’s one hundred percent animalistic. I push into her, and she arches her back up toward me. She feels so tight and warm around me. I’ve had sex with many women, but she feels different. She feels better, like she was made specifically for me. It felt different last night, too, but I brushed it off as not being laid in a week.
“Fuck.” I press my forehead into her shoulder, waiting for her to be ready. When she wraps her legs around my lower back, I know she’s good. I’m a man on a mission at this point. I start a brutal pace, and the cries of pleasure coming from her are too much. I can’t hold back, spilling into her. I keep my head buried in her shoulder and my weight off her, trying to bring my heart rate down.
I sit up and pull out of her so I can lie down beside her. “That was amazing. You fit me like a glove, lass.”
She turns onto her side, giving her back to me and instinctively I cuddle her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I pull her flush to my body, snuggling myself between her cheeks. She tenses under my touch for a moment and then relaxes into me. She stays still for another minute and then stirs.
“I should be going. I’ll see you tomorrow morning so we can head to set.” She stands, fixes her skirt before putting on her flip flops, and heads for the door. “Is there anything you’ll need for the morning besides coffee?”
“Yes.” She turns her attention to me, waiting for the answer. “You.” I watch the color rise to her cheeks. “Come here an hour before. We can get another workout in.”
She nods once and is gone. What girl doesn’t want to cuddle after sex? Since when am I disappointed when a woman doesn’t want to cuddle? She’s either going to be really good for me, or she will be really bad. It’s only a matter of time before I figure out which.
Chapter 20
The next weekplays out with the same pattern of events. I show up at his room an hour before we have to leave, we have fun, and then I go down a few minutes before him to get his coffee. No one seems to have caught on to what we are doing—or they haven’t mentioned anything if they have figured it out.
Tait has been trying to keep his same attitude toward me on set, which I can tell irritates Caleb. Caleb usually grinds his teeth when Tait talks to me. I find it cute, but what he doesn’t know is, behind closed doors, that man knows how to treat a woman. I now understand why so many women throw themselves at him—and it has nothing to do with his good looks and sexy body. Although, those are bonuses I love.
“Oh, God, right there, Tait. Don’t stop.” My hips are moving on their own as I approach my first orgasm of the day with his fingers deep inside me. This man spoils me and always makes sure I’m fully sated before he finds his own release. He’s not a selfish lover at all, and I have no idea how I’m going to give him up in a few weeks when filming is over and I have to return home.
I come around his fingers, and he pulls them away, moving them up to my lips. “Open,” he commands, and I do, sucking his fingers clean. “Shit, Sam. That’s fucking hot.” He flips me onto my stomach and pulls me up on my knees. He presses my upper body down against the mattress as he slides in. Everything is a little sore from the amount of sex we have been having, and I whimper. He stops immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little sore from everything we’ve done the past week.” I thrust back on him, not wanting to stop. He allows me to control the movements for a moment, letting me think I’m in charge.
