Broken Ground: (Broken Series Book 1) (13 page)

She called out again, and I had to bite my fucking lip to distract myself, the sound of my name tumbling from her swollen lips was enough to make my balls tighten and my dick throb with need. She was about to make me come without even touching me. I was dumbfounded by my reaction and more aroused than I'd ever been.

A minute later she breathed a contented sigh and straightened. I removed the arm supporting her taking my time to be sure she was alright to stand on her own but left my fingers deep inside her. I brushed my thumb over her clit, careful not to apply too much pressure to the sensitive nub and she closed her eyes, a contented smile on her face.

I leaned in and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. When I pulled back, I took a moment to just look at her. She was so damn beautiful she actually glowed. She sighed again and opened her eyes, smile widening when she met my gaze. She looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

How cute, she thought it was over.

Not even close.

I slowly withdrew my fingers and slipped them back into her, going as deep as possible. Once. Twice. Three times. After the third time, when her eyes had once again filled with arousal, I pulled out completely and brought my drenched hand up in front of her. She glanced at my slick fingers and stilled, obviously waiting for me to taste them as I had before. When I turned my hand to face her and held my fingers to her lips, her eyes widened but she licked her lips in anticipation. I nodded for her to open her mouth. "Here, beautiful. See for yourself how sweet you taste. Trust me, there's plenty for the both of us."

She reached up and grasped my wrist, bringing my hand to her lips and taking my index and middle fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked until I thought I'd lose my fucking mind. She pulled back until just the tips of my fingers remained then bobbed her head and took them both fully into her hot mouth. My cock throbbed in my pants as I watched her, imagining her on her knees before me, taking all of me into her mouth, swallowing furiously as I shot my load down her throat.

Fuck. Me.

I removed my fingers from her mouth, and her lips turned down in disappointment that I'd taken away her toy. Stepping so close that my erection pressed deep into her belly, I ran my hand over her thigh. "I'm glad to see you're still eager to play because I'm not done with you yet. I still haven't gotten my fill of that sweet pussy."

She pressed herself into me, her lips nearly touching mine as she spoke. "Take what you want, Clay. I can't wait any longer."

Oh, God. Don't say that.

If I took what I wanted, I'd be breaking my promise to Spencer, and I swore I wouldn't do that. Although I probably couldn't pick him out of a lineup right now if my life depended on it. Regardless, I swore I wouldn't fuck the employees, and I wasn't. I was just going to make her come a few times. Not the same thing.

Just keep telling yourself that, dumbass.

Ali pressed her lips to mine and resumed sucking on my tongue. I thrust in and out, fucking her mouth and kneading her breasts in my hands as she ground herself against me. I broke our kiss and moved slowly down her body, kissing my way to her breasts, her abdomen, her hip. The silky feel of her gown under my lips was surprisingly arousing. When I got to her left thigh, I ran my hand up the slit in her dress and pushed it up to her hip as I ran my tongue over her bare skin. Ali took the length of the dress in her hand and held it to the side, clearing my path.

I pushed her panties to one side and exhaled at the beauty of her.

I pressed my lips to her smooth mound and snaked my tongue out to run it quickly through her slit. She trembled and leaned against the door giving it a hard bump, placing her hands on my shoulders to balance herself. I glanced up as I ran my tongue over my lips, letting out a soft moan of appreciation as I savored her. She was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. I put both palms on her inner thighs and pushed, forcing her to open for me. I exhaled slowly, blowing cool air over her hot flesh.

Completely smooth and glistening wet, she was perfect. I pressed my face into her, exploring her folds with my tongue, dipping into her hot channel and circling her clit. I couldn't help nibbling her soft, bare, skin, which elicited an encouraging response from her. Each time I nipped her with my teeth she pressed herself into me, mewling and panting.

I moved over and brazenly bit her inner thigh, careful not to break the skin but using much more force than I had on her more delicate flesh. She writhed against me, gasping, and I knew there would be a mark. The idea of her finding it in the morning sent a jolt of pleasure to my cock. She would see the imprint in the mirror and remember my mouth on her, devouring her pussy like I was starving for it and just how good it felt to come all over my hand, my face. She'd relive it all over again in an instant because I had marked her, claimed her. Another deep growl ripped through my chest.

Tired of fighting the scrap of silk covering her, I clamped my teeth down on the thin band at her hip and pulled it apart with both hands. She sucked in a breath as I moved to the other side, repeating the action before tossing the ruined garment over my shoulder. Even without the panties in the way, craning my neck limited my access to her and her legs were beginning to shake. Not wanting to stop to find a comfortable spot, I wound my arms around her thighs from underneath and stood, sliding her up the door and bringing her legs over my shoulders.

Thank fuck for high ceilings.

I looked up from between her legs and saw the surprise on her face morph into raw hunger. She had her hands behind her, grasping at the tiny ledge at the top of the doorframe for balance. I winked at her and placed both hands on her ass, angling her lower body away from the door and holding her up in front of me before diving face-first into her pussy.

I licked and sucked at her clit then moved to thrust my tongue into her opening, feeling her clench appreciatively around me every time. Looked like someone had good muscle control. Testing my theory, I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could and groaned when she milked it. She was toying with me, and it was starting to test my resolve.

I decided it was time to show her who was in charge. I pulled my tongue from inside her and swirled it over her clit in hard circles, faster and faster. One of her hands threaded through my hair, pulling my face deeper into her pussy. I pulled my right hand around, managing to continue to support her body and still impale her with my thumb.

She tightened around me, thighs clamping down on either side of my head, pussy squeezing the thumb I'd buried inside her. I licked faster, harder, dipping down to flick the sensitive tip of her clit. The harder she squeezed, the faster I licked, sucked, and plunged my thumb into her. Round and round we went for several minutes. So long that I was a hairs-breadth from sliding her down the doorframe and onto my rock hard cock.

Just as I began to seriously consider breaking my promise, she stiffened and screamed. A string of obscenities fell from her lips, making me smile as I sucked her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm completely before I licked her clean.

When the last ripples of pleasure had gone, I let her slide slowly down the door and stood before her, my hands resting lightly on her hips.

Feet planted firmly on the floor, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips with a satisfied sigh.

I jumped when her fingers trailed over the bulge in my pants. She smiled into my mouth as she wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed me through the fabric. Pulling back, she looked at me with a lascivious grin. "Looks like it's my turn." She ran her fingers up my length and licked her lips.

Oh, fuck. I hadn't planned on this. Hadn't thought that far ahead. I'd been so focused on her, on making her come just to prove she could, that it genuinely never occurred to me that she'd want to return the favor. Shit.

I claimed her mouth again, giving myself time to come up with something to say. She wound herself around my body like a cat, making coherent thought damn near impossible. I cupped her face with both hands, deepening the kiss and letting out an involuntary growl when she bit my lip. Fuuuck. I wanted inside her so bad. Maybe I should let her do what she wanted. She obviously intended to wrap those pouty lips around my cock. If what I'd done to her didn't count as sex, that shouldn't either, right?

Somewhere deep down I knew it was bullshit, but in my highly aroused state it sounded perfectly rational.

When she pulled back and began running her tongue down my neck, I didn't stop her. I didn't stop her when she circled her thumb over the head of my cock through my slacks. I didn't stop her when she unfastened my belt or when she unbuttoned my pants. I said nothing when she freed my throbbing erection, her eyes widening as she noted my size. She looked somewhat intimidated as she prepared herself to pleasure me.

Still, I said nothing.

But when she took me in hand and slid me all the way to the back of her throat in one swift move, I couldn't stay silent anymore. I growled, I moaned, I panted like a fucking teenager getting blown for the first time. I shook as I fisted my hands in her hair, clenching my jaw to keep from screaming as she bobbed up and down, taking every inch of me time and time again.

When she took my balls in her hands, caressing, pulling, fondling, I damn near lost it. She flicked the sensitive spot just below the head of my cock with her tongue, lapping at it. She leaned back and met my eye as she rubbed my tip across her lips, teasing me to the point of torture before taking me in her mouth and trying to swallow me whole.

She toyed with me for what seemed like hours, keeping me on the brink of exploding but never pushing me over the edge. Finally, she looked up at me with pleading in her eyes. "Come for me, please. I want to taste you like you tasted me." With that, she slammed my cock to the back of her throat and held it there.

I was gone.

A wave of heat rushed over me, pooling in my groin. My balls tightened. My cock pulsed. I shuddered and gasped, fisting her hair and pushing deep as I came. I spurted hot into her hungry mouth and she never missed a beat, her throat working around the head of my cock as she swallowed everything I gave her with a series of moans that vibrated through my whole fucking body.

When I'd emptied myself, I pulled back, afraid I'd choked her in my enthusiasm. She grasped my ass and pulled me forward, pushing my dick back into her as she sucked and licked me clean.

She stroked me softly with one hand as she released me from her mouth inch by inch and rose to her feet, planting a searing kiss on my lips.

She pulled back and playfully kissed my nose as she released me and began righting my clothes. Once she finished, she laid her palms on my still heaving chest and grinned. "No way was I letting you leave here unsatisfied. Not after that." She grasped my arm and tugged me further into the apartment. Her legs were still wobbly, forcing her to lean against me as we crossed to the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink."

WE STOOD IN THE
spacious kitchen, choosing to lean our backs against the counter rather than have a seat at the center island as we sipped twenty-year-old scotch and caught our breath. Our sides touched as we took turns sighing into the comfortable silence.

After a while, I raised my glass to inspect the amber liquid. "This is excellent scotch. Lots of depth."

Ali glanced over at me and smiled as she nodded. "Talia's restaurant carries it, and her distributors adore her, so they send her an extra bottle once a quarter as a gift." She laughed softly, cheeks still flushed from our tryst. "Funny thing is Talia hates the stuff. She rarely drinks anything other than wine."

I chuckled. "It's a nice gesture, nonetheless. One I'm sure means a great deal to her, even if we're the ones truly benefiting."

Ali nodded and tapped my glass with hers. "To free booze." She turned to me, lip curving into a seductive smile as she held her glass up. "And to being mistaken. I've never had so much fun being proved wrong."

I clinked my glass to hers and took a deep drink, warmth spreading in my chest as I kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll drink to that."

Eventually, we finished our drinks and moved to the living room where we both plopped down on the couch, exhausted from the long evening. Ali slipped the straps off her heels, and they clattered to the floor as she rubbed her instep and sighed. "I swear, I'll never understand how some women wear those things every day. My feet are killing me."

I patted the empty cushion between us and motioned for her to give me her feet. She looked a bit surprised but complied, taking her time stretching her gorgeous legs across the couch. The same legs that had just been wrapped around my head as she rode my face.

Fuck, I could still taste her.

Keeping my focus off the impossibly high split in her gown, I took her slender feet in my hands and scooted under them so that the one I wasn't massaging would rest in my lap. I took her right foot in both hands and kneaded my thumbs up her instep, working my way to the ball of her foot, and back down to her heel. Her low moan of approval made my cock jump and begin to press against my fly again.