Most Eligible Billionaire CEO, page 78
I grab hold of her wrists and pull her into my office.
I stick my head out and look left, then right to make sure there are no witnesses.
The coast is clear.
Satisfied, I close the door and lock it.
I turn around, lean against the door and drink in every sinful inch of her.
Her angelic smile betrays the spark of mirth flashing bright in her eyes.
“Good afternoon, Miss Buchanan,” I say. “What prompted this?” I wave my finger up and down the length of her body.
“Something new,” she says with a coquettish one-shoulder shrug.
“The dress is a knockout.”
“Thank you. I love it, too. Once again, Andrea steered me in the right direction.”
Bless Andrea.
Arianne is adorned in a long-sleeved wrap-around dress that reaches her ankles with a sexy criss-cross at the chest that showcases the swell of her breasts. The long sash wrapped at her waist makes my fingers itch. The slit at the front doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the pair of nude strappy heels she’s wearing. The same pendant she wore the other day rests against her chest.
Then, there’s the cascade of highlighted shoulder-length hair framing her face.
She’s blonder than she was on Friday.
Her wide, eager brown eyes stand out behind the rim of a subtle plum and gold eyeshadow combo and the flared out black eyeliner around them.
And the muted pink kissable lips beg for mine.
Her mere presence throws me off-kilter.
God, she’s more beautiful than ever.
“The vibrant color of your dress makes quite the statement,” I say. “You wear it well.”
“Thank you.”
“New hair and a new wardrobe.” Like I wasn’t already screwed. “Way to start the week on the right foot.”
“And new lingerie. A lot of new lingerie… many are quite skimpy and naughty. A big departure for me. The sales lady at French Appliqué insisted their selections are designed to bring men to their knees.”
She had to go there.
“Not that I’d know what that means, but I decided to take her word for it and I bought all the flattering combos. Why the hell not, right? Now, it’s a matter of finding a man who would be a willing victim. Hmmm… who could it be?” She grins at me.
I narrow my gaze at her.
What the fuck did she have for breakfast this morning? A seduction smoothie with an extra scoop of vixen protein?
“Bathroom! Now!” I tell her.
I don’t give her a choice. I grab her hand and drag her behind me.
When we enter my private bathroom, I close the door and lock it for good measure.
“Oooohhhh! A repeat of what we did at my place?” she asks, her eagerness evident.
“No. No repeat.”
“What are we going to do, then?”
Her excitement bubbles over.
“I need an audience.”
Her eyebrows knit. “I don’t follow.”
“Your little shenanigans put me in a state of unbearable arousal.” My confession elicits a triumphant grin. “Now, I have to do something about it.” I allow for a pregnant pause. “You’re going to watch what you do to me.”
She squints. “I still don’t get it.”
“My cock is about to fucking explode and it needs my immediate attention. And it’s going to get it under your watchful eye,” I tell her.
Her jaw drops.
“You’re going to jerk off in front of me?”
“I wouldn’t be in this dire situation if it wasn’t for you and your damp panties,” I say. “So yeah, you’re going to watch me come.”
“That’s it? I’m just going to stand here?”
“That’s it.”
“Do you expect me to clap when you’re finished?”
“That’s entirely up to you, but I promise to make it worth a standing ovation.”
She doesn’t look impressed. “How do I get pleasure out of it?”
“Trust me, you will.”
“What we did at my place was way more enjoyable than me just standing here.”
“Consider this your punishment.”
“For what?”
“For your smart mouth. For the unexpected transformation. For looking so damn good. For turning me on. Pick one. Pick them all. You’re the culprit.”
A slow grin splits her lips. “Really?”
I grab her by the neck and pull her to me before crushing her lips. I kiss her until we both run out of air. The chemistry between us is potent. I break our embrace and take her hand in mine. “Check it out for yourself.” I close her hand over my cock.
“God, you’re so hard.”
“I’m in pain,” I say.
“Then you better do something about it.” The sass is back in full force.
Damn her.
Two can play that game.
With my eyes locked onto hers, I slip a hand between the slit of her dress and find her pussy. It’s already dripping for me.
“You think?” My voice is gruff.
“Oh, God, yes!” Her head lolls back.
I remove my hand as quickly as I put it there.
She shoots daggers at me.
“You’re welcome to take care of yourself while I relieve my raging erection.”
She makes a face. “It’s not the same.”
“Perhaps a little less sass next time if you want me to take care of you.”
She’s still glaring at me.
“You can stand there, or you can join me. The choice is yours.”
She’s thinking.
I unfasten my cufflinks, take the shirt off, and hang it on the door. I kick off my shoes. Then, I fumble with my belt buckle before unzipping my pants. I remove them along with my boxer briefs at the same time as I pull my socks off.
“Fuck,” I say as my erection is finally, finally let free from its confinement.
I fist my cock and stroke it.
Arianne’s breathing quickens.
I need more.
I bend down, fish inside my pocket, and pull out her panties. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply.
“I love how you smell and how you taste, baby.”
Wide brown eyes with a mixture of shock and lust blink at me.
With my free hand, I reach between her legs and glide my fingers, scooping her juices.
“Good God,” she says.
I bring my hand covered in her slickness to my cock.
The next thing I know, Arianne is undoing the sash around her wrap-around dress. With quick hands, she removes it and tries to place it over my shirt. She can’t reach.
“Allow me,” I tell her.
“Thanks.”
The cobalt blue bra is next to go.
She’s in such a rush to get naked, I barely have time to appreciate the sexy as fuck cutout design on top of her breasts.
“So, you decided?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, I’m going to join you.”
She readies herself to kick off her heels, but I stop her.
“Those stay on.”
“You have a thing for heels.”
“I have a thing for you in heels.”
That earns me a beaming smile.
My hand goes back to my cock.
She walks to the granite counter, leans against it, parts her legs, and slides a hand down her flat stomach until she reaches her pussy.
“Not yet!” I stop her right before she plunges her fingers between her lips.
She frowns. “Why not?”
I step right up to her.
“Because I said so.”
“I thought you wanted me to join you.”
“Sit. It’ll be more comfortable for you.”
“Okay.”
I help her up on the counter.
I gesture at her legs. “Open wide.”
She obeys.
I position myself between her parted legs.
The view is salacious enough to give me a fucking heart attack.
“I want my eyes on your beautiful pink pussy while I work my cock,” I tell her. “Show me how you take care of yourself.”
She bites down on her bottom lip.
I expect her to squirm and maybe refuse. Instead, she plunges her fingers between her pussy lips.
She moans with every stroke.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Make it dirty for me.”
She does.
Her hand moves in a dizzying circle.
Round and round.
Shit.
Without warning, she reaches for my cock.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want to touch you.”
“You want to jack me off while playing with your pussy?”
“I just wanted to touch you,” she says.
“You don’t want more?”
“I’d like more, but…”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I don’t think I’m very good at giving a hand job.”
Given what she’s told me about her ex, I’m not surprised she hasn’t had much practice.
“Give me your hand.”
She does as she’s told.
I place it around my cock and close mine on top of hers. “I’ll show you.”
“I’d like that,” she says. “I just hope I do it well.”
“We’ll do it together.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes are trained on my cock, but her hand doesn’t move.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
“You said you’d show me.”
“I did, but you can start pumping my cock.”
She does.
She’s tentative. Careful.
“You want me to come or not?” I ask.
Wide eyes meet mine. “I’m not doing it, right?”
“You are, but you’re being too gentle.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. You have to grip my cock really hard and stroke it up-and-down with vigor.”
She tries again.
I grope her breast, squeeze hard, lower my head, and pull her nipple between my teeth.
She gasps.
“Did you feel that?”
“Yes,” she says.
“That’s the reaction you want from me.”
She nods.
Her hand closes tightly around my cock as she starts stroking.
She still has her training wheels on, but she’s getting there.
I let out a low groan.
“Am I doing it right?” she asks before worrying her lower lip.
My eyes drop to my strained cock.
“You are, baby.”
“I shouldn’t be this proud, but I am,” she says.
I laugh before dropping a soft kiss against her lips.
“I loved watching you come the other night.” She picks up speed.
Damn.
She’s a quick learner.
“Yeah?”
“It was so hot.”
“What did you love about it?”
“Your face as you got all worked up.”
“Like now?”
“Yes,” she says.
I take over, guiding her hand.
She gets the message.
“What else?” I ask.
“I loved how your entire body started to shake just before you came.”
“All guys shake right before climax.”
She shakes her head. “Not all guys. My ex didn’t even make a sound. He was always in control. The only reason I knew he had reached orgasm was because he’d remind me it was time for a shower and time to change the sheets.”
Just when I think the jackass can’t sink any lower, he surprises me.
Since I can’t erase her unfortunate sexual past, I do the only thing I know—I kiss the hell out of her.
“What else did you like about our first time together?” I ask when I break our embrace.
“You’re the first guy I’ve seen naked since my ex.”
“Good? Bad?”
“Fucking amazing!”
I can’t help my wide smile.
“Conversely, you’re the second guy who’s seen me naked.”
She’s distracted enough for me to pick up the pace, pumping my cock, forcing her to match my rhythm.
“That goes without saying.”
“Good? Bad?” She worries her bottom lip again.
“Fucking amazing!” I borrow her words.
She laughs.
“Any other firsts?” I ask.
“It was the first time I felt a guy’s cum dripping down my body.”
“Did you like it?”
“I did.” She pauses. “A lot.”
My hips swing back and forth as I fuck her fist.
“What I loved the most was watching you in the mirror. It was naughty.”
“What did you see?” Speaking the words is a struggle.
“The helplessness and lack of control, the pain and pleasure. I didn’t know men went through all those emotions.”
“You did that to me,” I tell her. “Just like you’re doing now.”
Our gaze drops to where my large hand covers her small one, as I pick up speed around my cock to a frantic pace.
“You know what I’m looking forward to?” I ask.
“What?”
“You, kneeling in front of me, lapping at my cock.”
“I’m not sure I’d be very good at it.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll do it together.”
“Are you sure?”
“We’re doing it together now, and I’m not complaining.”
She answers with a shy smile.
“Okay.”
“Good. Because I can’t wait to look down at you sucking my cock until I come undone and explode in the back of your throat while watching with satisfaction as you struggle to swallow my river of cum.”
“Your mouth is lethal.”
“My desire for you is lethal.”
Her thumb glides over my engorged cock head.
My cock jerks.
“When—” she shakes her head.
“When what?” I press.
“When do you—” she hesitates again. “Never mind.”
“When do I fuck your pussy?” I finish her sentence.
“Maybe you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I want to fuck your pussy and shoot my cum inside you. Badly. But I love our little games. Don’t you?”
“I do.”
“When I fuck you, I’ll be so desperate, I’ll destroy you.”
Her mouth drops open.
“You asked.” I wink.
“Noted.”
Look at that. She’s eagerly awaiting my assault.
I’ve lost the brainpower to continue this conversation because it feels like all the blood in my body is pumping into my straining cock.
“I need you to work it harder.” I loosen my grip. “Jerk me like you fucking mean it.”
“Like this?”
“Harder.”
“Harder?”
“Yes. Can you manage that while still playing with your pussy?”
To my chagrin, she got a little distracted.
“Yes, I can,” she says.
She doesn’t disappoint, jacking me faster and harder while taking care of her pussy.
She’s so fucking wet, dripping all over the counter.
How I wish I could lick up all her juices going to waste.
“I want two fingers pumping inside your pussy,” I order. “And I want to hear it.”
Arianne’s fingers dive in and out of her at the same feverish velocity as the hand pumping my cock. Her body is already pulsing with pleasure. So is mine.
I catch a glimpse of my heavy-lidded eyes in the mirror.
Pure sin.
The slick sound of her fingers working her pussy travels to my balls and the fuse ignites.
Goddammit.
“Faster, baby!”
Her urgency is intoxicating.
She slaps her pussy as if trying to contain the inevitable.
She pulls out her dripping fingers and lifts them to my mouth.
I lift my gaze to her hooded eyes.
There’s nothing left of the strait-laced, buttoned-up woman who walked into my office less than a week ago. ‘Absolute control’ is no longer the only thing she seeks.
“I didn’t even have to ask,” I say.
“I like when you do that.”
I grab hold of her wrist, stick my tongue out, and wipe her fingers clean, my eyes locked with hers.
My balls tug, reminding me they’re loaded full of cum and busting for release.
“Not that I needed any more incentive, but that just made me harder,” I tell her. “The problem is, I can’t come.”
She frowns. “Why not?”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Because you get to come first.”
“Oh.”
“Get to it.”
Her fingers press her clit as her hand rotates in a sinful circular motion.
Her little mewls let me know she’s close.
Unable to contain myself, I pinch both her nipples hard.
She gasps and squeezes my cock so tight, it’s hard to hold back.
Her finger skates over her clit as her other hand strokes me from balls to tip.
Fuck!
“Make it dirty for me,” I tell her.
And she does.
Alternating between plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy and massaging her clit, she brings herself closer and closer. I press my hand over hers around my cock, controlling the movements of my hips.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Faster.”
“Dear God. It feels so, so good.” Her hand is glistening with her dripping juices.
I grunt every time her other hand slides back up over the head of my meaty cock, eliciting the sweet hedonistic sound of being jacked off. She pumps me like crazy, and I’m blinded by my need for release.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as my hands clamp around her tits.
“Oh, God,” she says. Her hips gyrate back and forth against the granite counter. “Beckett, I need to come.” Desperation coats her voice.
“You’re going to come hard for me?”
“I—I—Oh—”
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes—”
Her body jerks.
The pressure around my cock ceases before she lets go altogether.
Her head falls back and a long, shuddering moan escapes her lips, her slicked-up fingers pressed to her pussy, her ass cheeks wet with her juices.
Fuck!
