Without Limits: A BWWM Collection of Passion and Desire, page 24
“It would be selfish of me not to be. I can’t be the only one who experiences pleasure during this arrangement.”
“Good point,” she replied.
“Tonight we’ll improvise, but next time bring your favorite toy with you.”
She nodded. “I will.”
“Now, there’s a slight change of plans.”
Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t want you to think—”
He placed a finger to her lips. “It’s not what you think. I just want to be able to give you what you need. There’s no point in moving forward with this if I can’t. Make no mistake, I’ll be deep inside of you before the night is over, we just need to take a little detour before we get to that part. Now come with me.”
Sage took the hand he offered and allowed him to lead her through his spacious home. They entered one of the back bedrooms and her eyes widened. Without even having to ask, she knew it was his bedroom. The room was as large as her entire apartment. Unfortunately she didn’t have time to take it all in because he didn’t stop walking. Then they entered the bathroom and she couldn’t contain herself any longer.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she exclaimed.
He released her hand, moving away from her. “What is it?” he asked as he walked over to the tub. One that dreams were made of. If she got into it, she wasn’t certain she’d ever want to get out.
The white marble tiled room was dominated by a glass–walled shower with multiple showerheads, but the star of the room was clearly the tub. The hot tub screamed her name. This bathroom was the epitome of a fantasy bathroom.
“This bathroom is amazing. I could live in here.”
He chuckled. “Glad you like it. You can use it anytime you’d like.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
“You should. I plan to make good on it starting now. Get undressed.”
Now that the time was here, nervous uncertainty clawed at Sage’s confidence. What if Orrick didn’t like her body? Thought she was fat? It’d been well over a year since she’d been with a man.
Then she remembered, Orrick chose her. He must like what she had to offer for he definitely had a pick of women. Reassurance filled her and she began to disrobe as he turned on the water. He opened a bottle and pour some of the liquid into the tub. The scent of lavender quickly filled the room.
She’d made it down to her underwear by the time he’d finished preparing her bath. He put the bottle on the edge of the tub then placed a brief kiss on her lips.
“I have something to take care of before I join you. Go ahead and climb in, relax and I’ll join you shortly.”
She removed her underwear then stepped into the oversized tub. A moan of pleasure escaped her as she lowered herself into the warm water. The temperature was perfect. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Orrick clearly had a plan of seduction laid out for her and she couldn’t wait to find out what all it entailed.
Chapter Seven
Sage lost track of time as she lay in the tub, but when the doorbell rang, she opened her eyes and sat up.
“Orrick?” she called out.
Silence greeted her and she frowned. Glancing around, she looked for a drying towel, but didn’t see one. Just as she was getting ready to stand up, he appeared in the door way. The words she’d been about to say stuck in her throat. In the time that had passed since he’d left her alone, he’d made himself comfortable. Gone were his suit jacket, tie, shoes and socks. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up to expose sinewy forearms.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
She blinked, trying to refocus her thoughts. “Yes. I heard the doorbell. That’s all.
He held up a bag. “Special delivery for you.”
“What? I didn’t—”
“I know,” he interrupted. “I did. So, if you’ve had enough time to soak we can continue the rest of our evening.”
“I’m ready. I just need a drying towel.”
“Give me a second,” he said.
He disappeared briefly. When he returned, the bag he’d been holding was nowhere to be found. Her curiosity was piqued to the point that she was willing to climb out of the tub without a towel. He walked over and opened a door, reached in and pulled out a towel. When he turned back to her, he opened the towel.
She rose to her feet, not missing the way his gaze travelled over her. Stepping out of the tub with his assistance, she allowed him to wrap the towel around her. He took her hand and tugged her toward the bedroom. The lights had been dimmed giving the room even more of an ethereal glow.
She was struck speechless as he began to dry her off, gently patting her skin with the soft towel. He was doing a hell of a job at mental and physical stimulation part.
“Now, onto the bed, face down, please.”
She did as he asked and was subjected to the exquisite torture of thorough rubdown from him. By the time he was finished, she could barely keep her eyes open.
“Are you ready for your surprise?” he asked as his hands stilled.
“You haven’t given it to me?” she mumbled.
He laughed. “No, but I’m glad that you like what I’ve done so far. I promise it’s only going to get better.” He moved away from the bed. “You said that regular sex wouldn’t do. That you need mind-blowing, toe-curling, eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-your-head sex. I aim to please.”
He emptied the contents of the bag onto the bed. Her eyes widened as three packages containing sex toys and a bottle of lube tumbled out.
“How did you…no, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Pick your poison,” he instructed with a grin.
She studied the three packages. One contained a thin vibrator, the other a dual stimulator that she was afraid to try and a cock ring. Finally, she reached for the cock ring.
“This one.”
“Interesting choice,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to choose that one.”
“I think it’s one we can both enjoy at the same time.”
“That we will,” he murmured. “Roll onto your back.”
She did as he asked, feeling the mattress shift beneath her. He picked up to the two vibrators and placed them on the nightstand, then ripped into the one containing the cock ring.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he headed toward the bathroom.
A few second later she heard the water come on. When he returned, she saw that he’d taken the time to wash the toy. She wondered if there was anything he didn’t think of. If there was she’d find out what it was before it was all said and done.
He put the toy aside, then began to disrobe. Sweet mercy the man was gorgeous. She couldn’t wait to touch him. Once he was completely naked, she released the breath she’d been holding.
“Are you ready for me sweetheart?” he asked as he placed a knee on the bed.
He gently pulled her toward him until she lay in the middle of the mattress. When he reached for the ring, she stopped him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“As much as I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I just want it to be you and me this time.”
He studied her for a moment, then nodded. She waited for him to make the next move, but he lay back against the pillows instead.
“Ride me, Sage. Take me slow, or take me fast. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me.”
Sage drew her bottom lip between her teeth as she straddled his lap. She’d felt guilty about her reasons for being with him since she’d signed the contract. But in this moment, Sage knew her reasons had nothing to do with giving him a child. Orrick treated her different than any other man she’d been with. On the outside, he was the tough, hard-core billionaire that no one went against, but around her, he made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world. The surrogacy contract had brought them together, but the growing chemistry between them couldn’t be denied.
Orrick waited patiently, watching as she gripped his shaft and guided it to her body. She slid down his shaft, the lube making the penetration easy and smooth. Orrick closed his eyes, still unmoving. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be. That was something Sage determined the moment he propositioned her. He didn’t just want her to carry his child then disappear. That meant something to her even if she couldn’t quite define it.
“Look at me, Orrick.” Her fingertips brushed against his nipples.
His eyes opened, blue as the sky, staring directly into hers. He didn’t bother responding. He sat up and smashed his mouth against hers, his arms immediately wrapping around her body. She started to move her hips, rocking against him with his cock situated inside her. Slow didn’t exist in her mind. She thought it proved how much two lovers cared for one another, by taking time to explore and satisfy each other’s needs. But she was wrong. Right now she needed fast and hard from him.
He held her upper body as she arched her back, taking one breast into his mouth as their hips rocked together. “Orrick.”
She propped up her body with her hands while Orrick continued to kiss her. He gripped her hips and started thrusting. Sage dropped her head back. Her pussy hugged every inch of his cock, the slick movements creating the sweetest friction. His jaw hardened as he seemed to fight the need to come.
“Sage.”
She leaned back on her elbows and bent her knees. Orrick’s cock hit the right spot within her, and fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. She cried out a whimper of pleasure as her pussy milked every drop of cum from his cock.
He pulled her up so they were eye-to-eye. He didn’t say anything before crashing his lips against hers. The sweet tango of his tongue sliding along hers left her breathless. How could a man that she’d only known for a few months make her feel different than all the other men in her past? With Orrick, she truly didn’t feel like it was just about sex or creating a baby. Something changed in him. Something changed in them both.
Chapter Eight
Sage couldn’t recall a time when she been so sated. When she’d been able to feel total bliss washing over her, from head-to-toe and settling into every crevice in between? When she’d gotten fucked within an inch of her life?
Never, that was when.
Even her prized vibrator, to whom she’d sworn her eternal love and devotion over the past year, didn’t hold a candle to Orrick and his magnificent cock or his glorious tongue.
And, sweet corn-on-the-cob, that tongue.
She groaned, threading her fingers through his hair as he went down on her. Again. It was almost dawn, and she was exhausted from the workout he’d put her through in the past eight hours. She was deliciously sore in all the right places, but she didn’t want him to stop. Even after too many orgasms to count, she wanted more. She wanted whatever he’d give her. So when he woke her up with his tongue stroking her clit, she spread her legs wider and graciously took what he offered.
“God, you’re good at that,” she said, panting. “How do you already know—ohh.”
He gave another swirl of his tongue around her clit, then pulled back as he slowed his pumping fingers. “I’ve been jacking my cock to thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to you for weeks now. It’s about time I got to put them to use.”
Damn.
This man and his filthy mouth. She’d never been one for dirty talk before. Probably because the guys she’d been with had thought a running porn script would turn me on. But, Orrick? The way he almost couldn’t control what he was saying? Like if he’d been in the right frame of mind, he never would’ve let those thoughts tumble from his lips? It was divine. It was like he was voicing every dirty thought he’d ever had about her, and that made her feel…wanted. It made her feel like this wasn’t just an obligatory fuck—or a compulsory night of fucking, anyway—for him.
He sped up his movements, his tongue working me with no end in sight, and she was a goner. “Oh shit, I’m going to—”
“C’mon, baby. Give it to me. I want to feel it.”
As she moaned her head off, he stroked her through her orgasm, lazily swiping his tongue all over her pussy, making her hips jump off the bed when he grazed her clit. When the last pulse washed over her, she used all the strength she could muster and clutched his hair in her fingers, pulling him up the length of her body until his face was level with mine.
“This is a little early for a wake-up call, don’t you think?” she asked as he settled his weight on her, his hard cock sliding against her pussy.
“It’s never too early for my favorite meal.”
He cut off her sleep-roughened laugh with his mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips to tangle with hers. Groaning, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, loving how the muscles bunched and flexed under her roaming hands. Her nipples brushed against soft hair dusting his chest, tightening even further. Even the way this man kissed her shot every past experience she’d ever had out of the water. He didn’t just focus on her mouth—oh no. He nipped at her chin, licked along the shell of her ear, sank his teeth into the curve where her shoulder met her neck. She never knew where he was going next, so all she could do was lie there and breathe. Okay, pant. She was panting, but she couldn’t help it. Orrick had her halfway to another orgasm just from his kisses.
Knowing if she didn’t take control right then, he’d take those kisses and trail them down her body until he was tongue-deep in her pussy again, she pushed against his shoulders and rolled them over. Sitting astride his hips, she slid along the hard length of him, making sure the head of his cock bumped her clit with every pass. She could’ve sat there all day, rubbing herself against him and getting off again and again, but she had work to do.
With a kiss to his jaw, she started her trek down his body, stopping at her newly discovered favorite locations. The bite of her teeth on his broad shoulder, a brush of her lips along his collarbone, the flick of her tongue against a pebbled nipple. Honestly, her fantasizing hadn’t done him justice. He was perfection with his model good looks and his chiseled body. This man should’ve been carved in stone and had a statue erected in the center of town with a plaque that read, God of Toe-Curling, Mind Blowing Sex.
He groaned and lifted his hips, thrusting his cock against her as he did. “Where are you going?”
Resting her chin on his sternum, she rotated her hips and grinned. “To return the favor.”
Rather than let her go along her merry little way, he stilled her with unyielding hands at her hips, settling her firmly over his cock. “Not now. I want to watch you. I want to see your face when you come,” he said as he thrust up with his hips.
How he managed to regain control even in a submissive position was beyond her, but there was no denying he held every ounce as her head fell forward on a groan. Lifting her head from his chest, she leaned over him so their lips just brushed. “I think you’re the only guy on earth who doesn’t like to have his dick sucked.”
He nipped her lip, sucking her bottom one into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. “I never said I didn’t like it, but I want to watch you.” Holding her in place with a firm hand on her hip, he guided her to take him inside her body, both of them groaning as she sank down until he filled her completely.
She breathed out a sigh as her eyes fluttered closed, loving the exquisite ache he created in her every time he was inside. While she hadn’t exactly banged her way across the Jacksonville, she was far from a virgin, but it’d never been like this for her before. It was like her body had been asleep before Orrick came along and lit her up like a firecracker.
Again and again, she rolled her hips, taking him deep and letting him retreat, until the languid pace wasn’t enough for her anymore. Pushing back, she sat up, both of them groaning at how deep he went. With a swivel of her hips, she looked down to find him staring up at her, almost…reverently. His eyes were full of heat and lust, yes, but there was something else there, too. Something she was both scared and exhilarated at the prospect of.
“Is it always like this for you?” she whispered. Not wanting to know. Desperate to know.
“Never. It’s never been…” He closed his eyes, a sharp shake of his head before he looked up at me again. “Never been like this. It’s better than I could have ever imagined.”
Holy shit. Who was this man? It was like he’d been sent here to fulfill every single one of my needs—and some she hadn’t even realize she had.
And he’d somehow made her speechless, so instead of responding with words, she let her body speak for her as she rocked against him. As she kissed him and caressed him and took him as deep inside her as he could get.
Eventually, they became lost in their bodies, the ache taking over once the soft swivel of her hips wasn’t enough to get them there. With hands framed wide on her hips, one thumb pressing against her clit, Orrick held her above him and thrust into her from below. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixing with their harsh breaths were the only noises in the otherwise quiet house.
After the slow buildup, she didn’t stand a chance. Not when he was working her body so well. Not when he was looking up at her like she was everything he’d ever wanted. Her orgasm swept over her, the rolling waves crashing through her body. And even though she was nearly lost to the feelings he’d evoked inside her, she wasn’t so far gone as to miss the way he thrust deep as he pulled her down onto him, repeating her name over and over like a prayer as he spilled inside her.
The boneless form of her body collapsed against his chest, their rapid breaths matching one another. Orrick’s soft puffs of air settled against the top of her head, and though she knew it wasn’t possible with real life creeping in, she wanted nothing more than to stay there. Lie in bed all day and do nothing but talk and laugh and map each other’s bodies with their tongues.
But that wasn’t a part of their arrangement. While she could enjoy all of the casual sex she wanted with him, she had to be careful to leave her heart out it.
Orrick wanted a baby, not her.
