Most Eligible Billionaire CEO, page 69
“No, I’m not…”
“I’m listening,” he says.
“I’m really flattered, Beckett, but I…” I hesitate again. “I’m sure I don’t have the same level of experience as the women you’ve been with.”
“Experience means you know more tricks. It doesn’t make me want you more, and it does zilch in terms of attraction. I don’t think I’m wrong in assuming our attraction for each other is pretty explosive.”
I avert my gaze.
Beckett places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my attention back to him. His eyes bore into mine, making me feel naked. “I expect an answer, Arianne.”
“You’re right.”
He leans down, his mouth stopping a mere inch away from mine. “We’re on the same page?”
“Definitely.”
He brushes his lips along the underside of my jaw. The blistering contact on my skin sends a thrill of shivers coursing through my body. My nipples harden, aching with need, just begging for his touch and his mouth.
Oh my God, I’m going to melt.
“I like the sound of that,” he says. “Do you know what I’ve been dying to do all night?” His gaze never leaves mine as he lowers his mouth, touching his lips to mine. “I bet you taste real good.”
His stunning blue eyes are consuming me.
If he doesn’t kiss me, I’m going to go insane.
His mouth comes crashing down on mine, hard, hungry and unwavering. A soft moan escapes my throat and my lips part. He slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. The dance that ensues is mind-blogging. My hands cup his face before they travel to the back of his head until my fingers tug at his hair. He responds by threading his fingers through my hair and fucking up my messy updo.
“You should let it down more often,” he says, pulling away from me, his fingers still interlaced in my strands. His lidded eyes are dangerous. “I can just imagine what it would be like to fuck you from behind while fisting your gorgeous, silky hair.” His words cause my clit to tingle, but when he tugs on one lock, pulling hard at the nape of my neck, I close my eyes and let out a low desperate moan.
Just when I think things can’t get any better, Beckett ratchets the passion factor by kissing the hell out of me.
God, yes.
I didn’t know it was possible to make love with your mouth because that’s exactly what Beckett is doing. It’s been so long, I would’ve been happy with a peck. This all-encompassing, combustive kiss is more than I could ever wish for.
I lose myself with no hope of ever finding my way back.
And right now, I really don’t want to.
The kiss is so potent, we both pause for a shuddering breath. We exchange a lop-sided grin before Beckett assaults my lips again. He devours my mouth in a primitive display of possessiveness I’m unaccustomed to. It makes me feel sexy as hell.
After what seems like a blissful eternity, I break free of his embrace, gasping at the sheer size of him pressing against me. Desperate to get closer, I fling my evening bag across the room. It goes crashing somewhere, but neither of us care. I pull up my skirt and lift a leg before circling his waist. I let out a small yelp when he pushes against me with his hips, holding my ass in place with strong hands.
Mother of God.
I’ve never had sex standing up before. I’m not sure this qualifies as sex, but I’m sure it qualifies as a holy-Jesus-yes-yes-yes. Beckett’s heavy breath warms my ear, punctuated by each hard thrust that pins me to the shaking door. It’s like he’s fucking me with our clothes on.
I’m almost embarrassed by my naïveté and inexperience.
Wow. I didn’t even know this was a thing.
When his mouth finds mine once more, I surprise us both when I bite his lower lip.
“You’re a wild one,” he says.
“You make me do wild things.”
“This is only the warm-up, baby. You’ll be a beast when I’m done with you.”
I giggle.
He doesn’t crack a smile.
“I want your other leg around my waist.” I frown, unable to comprehend how that’s going to work. “Do as you’re told.”
When I follow his command, Beckett uses the door as an anchor. He runs skilled hands down my thighs and hooks his arms underneath my legs, pulling them apart until they nearly reach my shoulders.
Holy shit, he’s strong.
My skirt slides around my waist, giving him full access.
I’m wide open for him.
I pant, my heart beating at an infernal rate.
On a loud groan, Beckett resumes the kiss, ravishing my mouth, sucking my tongue until I’m writhing against his insanely hard cock. He presses hard against me in response, hitting me where I need it most. My fingers are no match for the precise way he grinds against my clit.
God, I’m close.
Then, everything stops.
Chapter 19
Beckett
“No! Beckett, please,” Arianne says when I pull away from her.
“It would be a waste of a good load—and fairly embarrassing—if I came in my pants.”
I drop her legs and let her slide down my body.
“Oh my God, I do that to you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re fucking hot?”
Her eyelashes flutter like crazy.
“I… I thought…” She shakes her head. “This is too much.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No. It’s just my brain can’t quite catch up.”
“But your body surely can.”
We grin at each other.
Call me a greedy bastard, but I want both—the girl and the bike.
Rhys made sure to text me the terms of our agreement every single day since he got on that jet.
I have them memorized.
Since kissing is an anomaly in my world, he left it off the list.
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted a woman’s mouth, I was worried I’d forgotten how. I couldn’t get enough of Arianne’s soft lips. And the way she responds to me… damn. If you had told me I could get off by ravishing a woman’s mouth and dry humping, I would’ve said you’re fucking crazy. But here I am, a few breaths away from spilling my load.
As for Rhys’s other cock-blocking rules… as much as I’d like nothing more than to drag Arianne to the floor and fuck her sweet pussy into submission, pounding an orgasm—or four—out of her, I can’t. That would be cheating. I always win fair and square. But there’s no way I’m leaving Arianne’s place without tasting her.
“We’re about to blur the lines,” I tell her.
“I thought we were well past that,” she says.
I weigh my next words. “You’re okay if we make it a little depraved?”
“I’ve never done depraved.”
“Do you want me to take you there?”
She ponders my question.
“I’d love to know what it’s like,” she says in a soft voice.
Game on.
I drop her to her feet.
“Come on, we’re going to your bathroom.” I grab her hand.
“There’s a bedroom and a couch.”
Poor little lamb, she’s used to predictable. I’m anything but.
“I’m glad to hear it, but we’re going to the bathroom.”
She frowns.
“Depraved, remember?”
“Right.” She worries her lower lip.
Given I haven’t seen a woman’s naked body in thirteen days, she should be worried.
As expected, the bathroom isn’t big, but it’ll do.
“Strip!” I tell her.
“Ah, a shower before sex. Of course,” she says.
What?
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
“Oh, I just thought…” She shakes her head. “Never mind.”
“Finish that thought.”
She averts her gaze.
“Arianne,” I say.
She lets out a shaky breath. “My ex is an engineering scientist and a bit of a germaphobe. Well, that’s what he proclaimed at the time we were dating. He believed—” She pauses. “This is so embarrassing.”
“You can tell me. I’m not going to judge,” I tell her.
“He believed a woman’s vulva—because pussy is vulgar and vagina is anatomically inaccurate—contains more bacteria than a toilet in a high-traffic airport that hasn’t been cleaned in twenty-four hours.”
I’m so dumbfounded, I don’t know how to respond.
“So, a shower before and after sex was the norm,” she says. “Same with washing sheets and towels afterwards. Oral sex was inconceivable. I was always responsible for my… you know… orgasms.”
My jaw drops.
“What about fingers?”
“And spread bacteria-filled bodily fluids all over the place? Never.”
“Blowjobs?”
“Well…”
I motion a hand, coaxing her to continue.
“Ejaculating in a woman’s mouth is repulsive. All those germs. Sucking him off for a few strokes was okay, as long as I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash before we continued because kissing me after his cock was in my mouth was a big no-no.”
No fucking way.
I’m stunned into silence.
I want to ask her why the hell she dated someone incapable of bringing her pleasure, but I refrain.
“He’s the only man I’ve ever been with.” She answers my unspoken question. “Once he hooked up with his current girlfriend-slash-fiancée, all of a sudden, receiving head and eating pussy became his favorite things. Said girlfriend-slash-fiancée made sure to let me know by sharing explicit photos and videos of them in action.” She lets out a suffering sigh. “Maybe it was me.”
No, sweetheart, it was your loser ex.
“Maybe my vulva wasn’t to his liking.”
I’m willing to bet your pussy is perfect.
“For the past two years…” she lets her words trail.
“You haven’t been with anyone?”
She shakes her head. “You’re free to bail out now. I wouldn’t be offended.”
I hook a hand behind the nape of her neck and pull her close to me. “Not a chance.”
She places a hand against my chest before dropping her forehead. “I don’t want you to be disappointed, Beckett.”
“Look at me.”
She does.
“You’re a dichotomy, Arianne. A very sexy dichotomy. I saw the way you danced. Fuck”—I shake my head, flashing back to those hips rolling—“you’re incredibly sensual. It isn’t forced. You’re not trying to wrestle a reaction out of me. What makes it so disarming is how much you’re oblivious to your sensuality. There’s a force hiding inside you. You simply haven’t found the right guy to coax it out of you—”
“Which is why you should run while you still can—”
“I want to be that guy.”
She looks up at me like I have two heads. “Really?”
“Tell me you don’t want that, and I’ll go—”
“I want that.”
I brush my lips over hers. “Good answer, baby.”
She grins, threading her fingers through my hair. “I’m not used to being your friend yet and you’ve already elevated me to baby status? It’s a bit much for a girl to handle.”
“The next level for you is hot little lover.”
Her eyes grow as wide as saucers.
“No pressure,” she says.
“I believe in you.” She sucks in a breath. “Strip. Keep the shoes and the underwear.” She reaches between us and pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it onto the floor.
I take a step back to allow more maneuvering room. When her skirt pools at her feet, she kicks it to the side.
“Turn around.” I come to stand behind her. My half-lidded eyes meet hers in the mirror before traveling down her delectable body. Her smooth creamy skin is a departure from the tanned—and overly tanned—women I usually fuck. “I like this a lot.” I take in her black sheer lace combo with red flower appliqué. It’s sexy, in a good girl kind of way. “Who did you wear this for?”
She averts her gaze.
I tilt my hips forward.
She gasps.
Let’s try that again. “Who did you wear this for?”
“If I answer, I might come across as presumptuous.”
“So, you were hoping for more tonight?”
“Nerdy girls like me never end up with bad boys like you, Beckett—”
“‘Nerdy girl’ sounds like a putdown when you say it.” I cock an eyebrow. “You can be both—highly intelligent and incredibly beautiful. It will be my pleasure to remind you that you’re a fucking gorgeous woman over, and over, and over again until you believe it.”
She responds with a shy nod.
“About the lingerie…” she says, “in a moment of sheer delusion, I listened to my best friend’s advice, believing her when she said this night should be more than just dinner and bar hopping.”
“I like Phoebe. A lot.”
She laughs.
“I’m glad I listened to her. I suspect white cotton granny panties and matching bra wouldn’t have the same effect.”
My eyes glaze over her as they land on her taut stomach before bouncing back to hers. “Something tells me you could make it work.”
Her cheeks flush. “You have a way with words.”
“I tell it like I see it, Arianne. Your scientist-engineer-douchebag-ex didn’t know what to do with you. I do.” I reach for her bra, releasing the clasp and freeing her tits.
“Damn, those are beautiful,” I say.
Her tits are a perfect size—without being too big—with small pink nipples. Unable to resist, I cup them in my hands, palming them before circling her perky nipples with my thumbs. She relaxes into me, eyes closing. I take my time until the pressure of her ass against my cock is excruciating and sinful at the same time.
I give those rock-hard nipples a little tug and her moan reverberates to my balls.
I’m skirting the rules by exploiting the loopholes.
Rhys never anticipated my undeniable obsession with Arianne or my newfound selfless mission to bring her pleasure and make up for her ex’s shortcomings.
“When do I get to see you naked?” she asks, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
“You feel like you’re missing out?”
“Definitely.”
“Fair enough.” It pains me to let go of her tits, but there’s so much I want to do to her.
She watches in the mirror as I unbutton my shirt, remove it and throw it on the floor. I undo my belt buckle, unzip my fly and push my pants down. I step out of them and kick them out of the way. In a dramatic sweep, I push my boxer briefs down my legs before removing them. I stand behind her wearing nothing other than a cocky grin. My erection is pointing straight up at my stomach, a little past my bellybutton, ready to play.
A gasp slips from Arianne’s luscious lips.
She turns to face me.
“Oh…” A glimpse of what I’m packing makes her shiver with lust. She blinks, her gaze bouncing from my cock to my eyes. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said you were huge.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“The massive size is intimidating.”
“Remember, I believe in you.”
“I’m going to need more than your faith in me. I’m going to need an act from God.”
She reaches out for my cock.
I swat her hand away.
“Did I say you could touch?”
Confused eyes search mine.
“Until I give you permission, hands-off.”
I can tell she doesn’t know what to do with that order. It takes a beat, but eventually she nods like a good girl.
If she were to touch me, I’d come in her hand with only a few strokes. Since a hand job is on Rhys’s no-no list, it’s best not to go there.
“You can look, but you can’t touch.” I give myself a couple of vigorous tugs, swelling even larger in my hand.
“The way you do that… it’s so manly.” She swallows hard.
“You’ve never seen a guy jerk off before?”
“Only online.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead.
“Porn?”
Her cheeks flush.
“Phoebe’s fault,” she says in a whisper.
I laugh.
I stroke harder, stifling a groan.
“Soon, your lips will be wrapped around my huge cock, my generous girth stretching your limits.”
Her eyes never leave my cock as I slowly pump my fist up and down. My cock strains under her inspection, veins bulging thick.
“You like what you see?”
She nods.
My length is slick. My fist works up and down, sliding from base to tip. I squeeze out a pearl of pre-cum, scoop it up with a fingertip and reach my hand out to her.
“Wanna taste me, baby?”
She nods.
“I want to hear it,” I tell her.
“Yes, I want to taste you.”
Such beautiful words.
“Open wide for me,” I say.
So willing.
So, fucking eager.
“Lick!”
Her tongue slips out, and she cleans my finger with a few sensual licks.
Fuck.
I mentally snapshot the image and store it in my spank bank for later use.
“Nice!” I nod my approval. I return to fisting my cock, stroking it back and forth. “This feels so fucking good. Join me, baby.”
“I thought you said I couldn’t touch you.”
“I did. I want you to touch your pussy for me.” Her eyes widen in shock. “You did tell me you were responsible for your orgasms—”
“Yes, but never in front of my ex.”
“You want a repeat of what you had with him, or do you want something mind-blowing?”
“You’re right,” she says. “I’m due for more.”
“You mean, you deserve more,” I tell her.
She beams.
“When you play with your pussy, do you use toys or your fingers?”
“My fingers.”
“Show me how you do it,” I say.
With a wicked grin, Arianne slips a hand down her stomach and under her panties.
I let out a groan, crazy with lust, as I watch her fingers wiggle underneath the sheer fabric of her underwear.
“I’m listening,” he says.
“I’m really flattered, Beckett, but I…” I hesitate again. “I’m sure I don’t have the same level of experience as the women you’ve been with.”
“Experience means you know more tricks. It doesn’t make me want you more, and it does zilch in terms of attraction. I don’t think I’m wrong in assuming our attraction for each other is pretty explosive.”
I avert my gaze.
Beckett places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my attention back to him. His eyes bore into mine, making me feel naked. “I expect an answer, Arianne.”
“You’re right.”
He leans down, his mouth stopping a mere inch away from mine. “We’re on the same page?”
“Definitely.”
He brushes his lips along the underside of my jaw. The blistering contact on my skin sends a thrill of shivers coursing through my body. My nipples harden, aching with need, just begging for his touch and his mouth.
Oh my God, I’m going to melt.
“I like the sound of that,” he says. “Do you know what I’ve been dying to do all night?” His gaze never leaves mine as he lowers his mouth, touching his lips to mine. “I bet you taste real good.”
His stunning blue eyes are consuming me.
If he doesn’t kiss me, I’m going to go insane.
His mouth comes crashing down on mine, hard, hungry and unwavering. A soft moan escapes my throat and my lips part. He slips his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine. The dance that ensues is mind-blogging. My hands cup his face before they travel to the back of his head until my fingers tug at his hair. He responds by threading his fingers through my hair and fucking up my messy updo.
“You should let it down more often,” he says, pulling away from me, his fingers still interlaced in my strands. His lidded eyes are dangerous. “I can just imagine what it would be like to fuck you from behind while fisting your gorgeous, silky hair.” His words cause my clit to tingle, but when he tugs on one lock, pulling hard at the nape of my neck, I close my eyes and let out a low desperate moan.
Just when I think things can’t get any better, Beckett ratchets the passion factor by kissing the hell out of me.
God, yes.
I didn’t know it was possible to make love with your mouth because that’s exactly what Beckett is doing. It’s been so long, I would’ve been happy with a peck. This all-encompassing, combustive kiss is more than I could ever wish for.
I lose myself with no hope of ever finding my way back.
And right now, I really don’t want to.
The kiss is so potent, we both pause for a shuddering breath. We exchange a lop-sided grin before Beckett assaults my lips again. He devours my mouth in a primitive display of possessiveness I’m unaccustomed to. It makes me feel sexy as hell.
After what seems like a blissful eternity, I break free of his embrace, gasping at the sheer size of him pressing against me. Desperate to get closer, I fling my evening bag across the room. It goes crashing somewhere, but neither of us care. I pull up my skirt and lift a leg before circling his waist. I let out a small yelp when he pushes against me with his hips, holding my ass in place with strong hands.
Mother of God.
I’ve never had sex standing up before. I’m not sure this qualifies as sex, but I’m sure it qualifies as a holy-Jesus-yes-yes-yes. Beckett’s heavy breath warms my ear, punctuated by each hard thrust that pins me to the shaking door. It’s like he’s fucking me with our clothes on.
I’m almost embarrassed by my naïveté and inexperience.
Wow. I didn’t even know this was a thing.
When his mouth finds mine once more, I surprise us both when I bite his lower lip.
“You’re a wild one,” he says.
“You make me do wild things.”
“This is only the warm-up, baby. You’ll be a beast when I’m done with you.”
I giggle.
He doesn’t crack a smile.
“I want your other leg around my waist.” I frown, unable to comprehend how that’s going to work. “Do as you’re told.”
When I follow his command, Beckett uses the door as an anchor. He runs skilled hands down my thighs and hooks his arms underneath my legs, pulling them apart until they nearly reach my shoulders.
Holy shit, he’s strong.
My skirt slides around my waist, giving him full access.
I’m wide open for him.
I pant, my heart beating at an infernal rate.
On a loud groan, Beckett resumes the kiss, ravishing my mouth, sucking my tongue until I’m writhing against his insanely hard cock. He presses hard against me in response, hitting me where I need it most. My fingers are no match for the precise way he grinds against my clit.
God, I’m close.
Then, everything stops.
Chapter 19
Beckett
“No! Beckett, please,” Arianne says when I pull away from her.
“It would be a waste of a good load—and fairly embarrassing—if I came in my pants.”
I drop her legs and let her slide down my body.
“Oh my God, I do that to you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re fucking hot?”
Her eyelashes flutter like crazy.
“I… I thought…” She shakes her head. “This is too much.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No. It’s just my brain can’t quite catch up.”
“But your body surely can.”
We grin at each other.
Call me a greedy bastard, but I want both—the girl and the bike.
Rhys made sure to text me the terms of our agreement every single day since he got on that jet.
I have them memorized.
Since kissing is an anomaly in my world, he left it off the list.
It’s been so long since I’ve tasted a woman’s mouth, I was worried I’d forgotten how. I couldn’t get enough of Arianne’s soft lips. And the way she responds to me… damn. If you had told me I could get off by ravishing a woman’s mouth and dry humping, I would’ve said you’re fucking crazy. But here I am, a few breaths away from spilling my load.
As for Rhys’s other cock-blocking rules… as much as I’d like nothing more than to drag Arianne to the floor and fuck her sweet pussy into submission, pounding an orgasm—or four—out of her, I can’t. That would be cheating. I always win fair and square. But there’s no way I’m leaving Arianne’s place without tasting her.
“We’re about to blur the lines,” I tell her.
“I thought we were well past that,” she says.
I weigh my next words. “You’re okay if we make it a little depraved?”
“I’ve never done depraved.”
“Do you want me to take you there?”
She ponders my question.
“I’d love to know what it’s like,” she says in a soft voice.
Game on.
I drop her to her feet.
“Come on, we’re going to your bathroom.” I grab her hand.
“There’s a bedroom and a couch.”
Poor little lamb, she’s used to predictable. I’m anything but.
“I’m glad to hear it, but we’re going to the bathroom.”
She frowns.
“Depraved, remember?”
“Right.” She worries her lower lip.
Given I haven’t seen a woman’s naked body in thirteen days, she should be worried.
As expected, the bathroom isn’t big, but it’ll do.
“Strip!” I tell her.
“Ah, a shower before sex. Of course,” she says.
What?
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
“Oh, I just thought…” She shakes her head. “Never mind.”
“Finish that thought.”
She averts her gaze.
“Arianne,” I say.
She lets out a shaky breath. “My ex is an engineering scientist and a bit of a germaphobe. Well, that’s what he proclaimed at the time we were dating. He believed—” She pauses. “This is so embarrassing.”
“You can tell me. I’m not going to judge,” I tell her.
“He believed a woman’s vulva—because pussy is vulgar and vagina is anatomically inaccurate—contains more bacteria than a toilet in a high-traffic airport that hasn’t been cleaned in twenty-four hours.”
I’m so dumbfounded, I don’t know how to respond.
“So, a shower before and after sex was the norm,” she says. “Same with washing sheets and towels afterwards. Oral sex was inconceivable. I was always responsible for my… you know… orgasms.”
My jaw drops.
“What about fingers?”
“And spread bacteria-filled bodily fluids all over the place? Never.”
“Blowjobs?”
“Well…”
I motion a hand, coaxing her to continue.
“Ejaculating in a woman’s mouth is repulsive. All those germs. Sucking him off for a few strokes was okay, as long as I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash before we continued because kissing me after his cock was in my mouth was a big no-no.”
No fucking way.
I’m stunned into silence.
I want to ask her why the hell she dated someone incapable of bringing her pleasure, but I refrain.
“He’s the only man I’ve ever been with.” She answers my unspoken question. “Once he hooked up with his current girlfriend-slash-fiancée, all of a sudden, receiving head and eating pussy became his favorite things. Said girlfriend-slash-fiancée made sure to let me know by sharing explicit photos and videos of them in action.” She lets out a suffering sigh. “Maybe it was me.”
No, sweetheart, it was your loser ex.
“Maybe my vulva wasn’t to his liking.”
I’m willing to bet your pussy is perfect.
“For the past two years…” she lets her words trail.
“You haven’t been with anyone?”
She shakes her head. “You’re free to bail out now. I wouldn’t be offended.”
I hook a hand behind the nape of her neck and pull her close to me. “Not a chance.”
She places a hand against my chest before dropping her forehead. “I don’t want you to be disappointed, Beckett.”
“Look at me.”
She does.
“You’re a dichotomy, Arianne. A very sexy dichotomy. I saw the way you danced. Fuck”—I shake my head, flashing back to those hips rolling—“you’re incredibly sensual. It isn’t forced. You’re not trying to wrestle a reaction out of me. What makes it so disarming is how much you’re oblivious to your sensuality. There’s a force hiding inside you. You simply haven’t found the right guy to coax it out of you—”
“Which is why you should run while you still can—”
“I want to be that guy.”
She looks up at me like I have two heads. “Really?”
“Tell me you don’t want that, and I’ll go—”
“I want that.”
I brush my lips over hers. “Good answer, baby.”
She grins, threading her fingers through my hair. “I’m not used to being your friend yet and you’ve already elevated me to baby status? It’s a bit much for a girl to handle.”
“The next level for you is hot little lover.”
Her eyes grow as wide as saucers.
“No pressure,” she says.
“I believe in you.” She sucks in a breath. “Strip. Keep the shoes and the underwear.” She reaches between us and pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it onto the floor.
I take a step back to allow more maneuvering room. When her skirt pools at her feet, she kicks it to the side.
“Turn around.” I come to stand behind her. My half-lidded eyes meet hers in the mirror before traveling down her delectable body. Her smooth creamy skin is a departure from the tanned—and overly tanned—women I usually fuck. “I like this a lot.” I take in her black sheer lace combo with red flower appliqué. It’s sexy, in a good girl kind of way. “Who did you wear this for?”
She averts her gaze.
I tilt my hips forward.
She gasps.
Let’s try that again. “Who did you wear this for?”
“If I answer, I might come across as presumptuous.”
“So, you were hoping for more tonight?”
“Nerdy girls like me never end up with bad boys like you, Beckett—”
“‘Nerdy girl’ sounds like a putdown when you say it.” I cock an eyebrow. “You can be both—highly intelligent and incredibly beautiful. It will be my pleasure to remind you that you’re a fucking gorgeous woman over, and over, and over again until you believe it.”
She responds with a shy nod.
“About the lingerie…” she says, “in a moment of sheer delusion, I listened to my best friend’s advice, believing her when she said this night should be more than just dinner and bar hopping.”
“I like Phoebe. A lot.”
She laughs.
“I’m glad I listened to her. I suspect white cotton granny panties and matching bra wouldn’t have the same effect.”
My eyes glaze over her as they land on her taut stomach before bouncing back to hers. “Something tells me you could make it work.”
Her cheeks flush. “You have a way with words.”
“I tell it like I see it, Arianne. Your scientist-engineer-douchebag-ex didn’t know what to do with you. I do.” I reach for her bra, releasing the clasp and freeing her tits.
“Damn, those are beautiful,” I say.
Her tits are a perfect size—without being too big—with small pink nipples. Unable to resist, I cup them in my hands, palming them before circling her perky nipples with my thumbs. She relaxes into me, eyes closing. I take my time until the pressure of her ass against my cock is excruciating and sinful at the same time.
I give those rock-hard nipples a little tug and her moan reverberates to my balls.
I’m skirting the rules by exploiting the loopholes.
Rhys never anticipated my undeniable obsession with Arianne or my newfound selfless mission to bring her pleasure and make up for her ex’s shortcomings.
“When do I get to see you naked?” she asks, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
“You feel like you’re missing out?”
“Definitely.”
“Fair enough.” It pains me to let go of her tits, but there’s so much I want to do to her.
She watches in the mirror as I unbutton my shirt, remove it and throw it on the floor. I undo my belt buckle, unzip my fly and push my pants down. I step out of them and kick them out of the way. In a dramatic sweep, I push my boxer briefs down my legs before removing them. I stand behind her wearing nothing other than a cocky grin. My erection is pointing straight up at my stomach, a little past my bellybutton, ready to play.
A gasp slips from Arianne’s luscious lips.
She turns to face me.
“Oh…” A glimpse of what I’m packing makes her shiver with lust. She blinks, her gaze bouncing from my cock to my eyes. “You weren’t exaggerating when you said you were huge.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“The massive size is intimidating.”
“Remember, I believe in you.”
“I’m going to need more than your faith in me. I’m going to need an act from God.”
She reaches out for my cock.
I swat her hand away.
“Did I say you could touch?”
Confused eyes search mine.
“Until I give you permission, hands-off.”
I can tell she doesn’t know what to do with that order. It takes a beat, but eventually she nods like a good girl.
If she were to touch me, I’d come in her hand with only a few strokes. Since a hand job is on Rhys’s no-no list, it’s best not to go there.
“You can look, but you can’t touch.” I give myself a couple of vigorous tugs, swelling even larger in my hand.
“The way you do that… it’s so manly.” She swallows hard.
“You’ve never seen a guy jerk off before?”
“Only online.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead.
“Porn?”
Her cheeks flush.
“Phoebe’s fault,” she says in a whisper.
I laugh.
I stroke harder, stifling a groan.
“Soon, your lips will be wrapped around my huge cock, my generous girth stretching your limits.”
Her eyes never leave my cock as I slowly pump my fist up and down. My cock strains under her inspection, veins bulging thick.
“You like what you see?”
She nods.
My length is slick. My fist works up and down, sliding from base to tip. I squeeze out a pearl of pre-cum, scoop it up with a fingertip and reach my hand out to her.
“Wanna taste me, baby?”
She nods.
“I want to hear it,” I tell her.
“Yes, I want to taste you.”
Such beautiful words.
“Open wide for me,” I say.
So willing.
So, fucking eager.
“Lick!”
Her tongue slips out, and she cleans my finger with a few sensual licks.
Fuck.
I mentally snapshot the image and store it in my spank bank for later use.
“Nice!” I nod my approval. I return to fisting my cock, stroking it back and forth. “This feels so fucking good. Join me, baby.”
“I thought you said I couldn’t touch you.”
“I did. I want you to touch your pussy for me.” Her eyes widen in shock. “You did tell me you were responsible for your orgasms—”
“Yes, but never in front of my ex.”
“You want a repeat of what you had with him, or do you want something mind-blowing?”
“You’re right,” she says. “I’m due for more.”
“You mean, you deserve more,” I tell her.
She beams.
“When you play with your pussy, do you use toys or your fingers?”
“My fingers.”
“Show me how you do it,” I say.
With a wicked grin, Arianne slips a hand down her stomach and under her panties.
I let out a groan, crazy with lust, as I watch her fingers wiggle underneath the sheer fabric of her underwear.
