Jacob stepped up behind me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. His lips pressed against the slope of my neck, uncoiling the deep rooted desire in the heart of me. I turned and looked up at him. Nothing compared to seeing desire in his impossibly blue gaze. Nothing compared to the tingle of knowing the most beautiful man I’d ever seen could look at me like I was the only woman in the world.
I licked my lips, zeroing in on his mouth. I wanted him so bad I could taste it.
"I'm guessing the tour is over.” The side of his mouth quirked upward as he stroked my cheek and brought a single finger to trace my bottom lip.
"Not quite.” I pressed my body into his and felt physical, hardened proof that great minds really do think alike. "I still haven't seen the bedroom."
It should have been jarring to be jerked up a flight of stairs, but it didn't bring me down from cloud nine where my head was occupied with thoughts of Egyptian cotton and fluffy pillows to scream into as he ravaged me. His urgency was contagious and knowing it was only moments before he sunk inside me made me quiver with desire.
He threw open the door to the master bedroom and wasted no time boasting about the rustic hardwood floor or what I was sure was an original Van Gogh above his bed. His fingers were clawing at the buttons of my blouse and in a moment of frustration he just yanked the shirt open with a rip. Neither of us cared about the blouse or anything else except the need to feel our bodies beating as one. He ran his hands up my skirt, looking for underwear to discard and he paused when I gasped as his fingers brushed against my bare flesh.
“Good girl.” His voice was gritty and rife with need
He let out a growl as I coyly slid back onto the bed and threw my head back and spread my thighs wide. There was a second guttural, animal like sound and then I felt his hot, wet mouth on me. I dragged my fingers through his dark locks, tugging as his lips circled my clitoris and sucked. All the blood in my body rushed to the nub in his mouth, engorging it as I writhed in his erotic hold. I tossed my head back and forth, his assault making me lose my mind. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
I knew the rules—and no cl**axing without his express permission was in the top five. I learned to focus and control my body and the reward was longer, more powerful orgasm along with pride and lust in Jacob's eyes as I gushed when he saw fit.
But when he brought his finger into the mix of sensations, plunging it deep inside as he continued to lick my fleshy button, my release slipped like sand between my fingers. There was no breathing through it or holding it back. I was coming—and I was coming hard.
His mouth abandoned me as I convulsed and moaned as the rhythmic squeezes of my release overtook me. I crumbled as my body vibrated on a frequency of sheer bliss. I didn’t want to come down…especially when I knew I’d be disciplined. But I’d have to open my eyes eventually.
I drew a deep breath and cautioned a look at him. He'd shed his sleek button down shirt so I got an eyeful of the tight muscles of his abdomen and the tantalizing v cut that led to his groin area.
He stood there watching, waiting for me to gather myself, ever the model of control and patience. But his eyes told another story. They were glazed with lust at watching me come—and excited about inflecting punishment.
Forgetting my training would cost me dearly.
As he unfolded his pants from his body, it was like peeling back layers to get to the juicy fruit beneath. His mouthwatering erection protruded from his underwear, massive and swollen. I slid back onto the bed, fear and arousal gripping the words of my apology.
"I-I know I was supposed to wait." I swallowed as he came closer, na**d and unsheathed, holding his bulge firmly in one hand. "I just couldn't hold on any longer."
There was a devilish smile on his lips that extended all the way to his clear blue eyes. "You should save your breath.” His voice deepened. “You're going to need it."
There was no amount of psyching myself up or preparation before Jacob wrestled a handful of my hair, pulling me toward him. Once my lips were close enough to his engorged c**k he released his shaft and tangled both hands in my hair, holding tight.
I had no time to trace the veiny length of him; barely drawing a breath before he pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I gargled around his length, stretching my mouth wide and moaning into the salt and musk of his skin. He thrust deep, deeper than I was expecting and nearly forced his way down my throat. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I gagged on his length. The wet, sloppy sounds seemed to turn him on even more as he used my hair like reins and dictated a feverish beat.
After a few minutes of discomfort chased with the warmth of giving him pleasure, he slowed his thrusts, drawing back until the head of his c**k lie just behind my lips, letting me lick and tease the angry purple head with my tongue. From the way his muscles tightened and his breath hitched, I knew that he could have melted in my mouth then and there—and for my infraction, I had no right to expect any more than that. But my body hummed for more, it needed to feel him and touch him from the inside.
With a hollow moan he pulled from my mouth and climbed on the bed. I couldn't stop a smile from stretching from my mouth to the very sun that was dancing on the beautiful contours of his body. He was clearly trying to maintain control, his arms flexing as he poised the head of his c**k at the edge of my slick heat, his eyes narrowed and stern. But I didn't want control right now. I wanted all of him.
I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, taking every hardened inch in one swift stroke. If my brazen act rubbed him the wrong way he gave no indication, rocking into me with a frenzy and a desperation that matched my own. He drove into me, hard, fast, and wild until we were only heated flesh; until we both reached that fever pitch and melted in each other’s arms..
We didn't move from where we lay lengthwise on the bed, still catching our breath. We were both sweaty and slick against one another, tangled up in love stained sheets.
"That was a pretty ballsy move just now." There was the usual sternness in his voice, but there was something else. Something warm and approving. “I think I like it when my little sub is defiant every now and then.”
So I decided to bring up the thing we'd avoided since he started introducing me as a staff publicist to reporters a week ago.
"I don't want you to promote me, Jacob."
He let out a sigh. "Don't be silly, Leila. Of course I'm going to promote you."
I pushed his hand from its place across my stomach and pulled myself to a sitting position. "Don't be dismissive."