Deceive (Book 1 in the Deceive series) (3 page)

“It’s okay,” he whispers and the rush of air from his words tickle my lips. At first, I don’t know why he’s saying this, but then I realize I haven’t stopped shaking since the moment he set down my glass. I open my eyes and the same fear and hesitation that’s inside me is in his. He holds his gaze on me as firmly as his hands hold my face, searching me in a way no man has done before. He wants to see inside me.

“Who hurt you?” he asks softly.

I tilt my head down, but raise my eyes to his.

“Who hurt
you?
” I ask in return.

He cocks his head to the side as a small, gentle grin slides across his beautiful lips. “Okay,” he agrees. “No sad stories.”

Lowering his head to mine, his lips softly brush against me and I can taste the wine and remnants of his martini on his mouth. I am quivering when he pulls back, instantly missing his warm breath on my skin. I rise up on my tip toes to close the space between us and press my lips back to his. His mouth opens, fully receiving me, tasting my tongue with his as his hands tighten around my jaw and pull me even closer. My arms wrap around his back, and I grab a fistful of his shirt. He responds just as I want, his kiss deepening, his tongue thrusting hungrily against mine. I pull at his shirt, tearing it from the waistband of his pants and press my fingers into his back. He moans into my mouth and pushes his hard groin against me, slowly grinding his hips into mine. I sigh against his lips, the space between my upper thighs moistening at the pressure of his cock against me. His tongue trails my jaw to the hollow at the base of my neck. When he speaks, my skin tingles as his lips graze against me.

“I wasn’t exactly truthful with you,” he says.

“Hmm?” I murmur, my head tilting to the side as his lips sweep up and down my throat.

He pulls back just enough to look at me. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I lick my lips, wanting so badly to taste him. He slams his mouth back against mine and my hands can’t undo the buttons of his shirt fast enough. I push it off his broad shoulders, blindly mesmerized by the strength of his muscles against my fingers. I glide my hand down the taut ridges of his stomach and reach for the belt I desperately need to remove from his hips. He grabs my wrists in one of his hands and pulls them above my head. With his other hand, he tugs at my sweater, lifting it over my head, our lips barely losing contact. Warm fingers slide beneath my bra and clasp around my breast. He begins to mold it in his palm while his thumb gently flicks at my erect nipple. I groan and push my breast into his hand begging for more. Goose bumps rise on my skin at his touch. I want to chain myself around his warm, electric body. His hand finds its way down my bare stomach to the button on my jeans, which he undoes quickly with two fingers. I wait for it—that moment I’m craving so desperately, where his hands slide into my panties and end this torturous anticipation. I crave release. I know it will happen quickly. But to my surprise, he grabs my hips in his hands and flips me so that I am facing away from him, leaving my mouth open and wanting in the absence of our incessant kisses.

He lifts the strap of my bra, sliding inside it and gently sweeping it off my shoulder. His other hand mimics the movement on the other strap. I keep my eyes open, staring at our reflection in the window on the other side of the room. He towers over me, swallowing me up and I feel feminine and vulnerable at the same time. His lips replace his fingers and his mouth traces an imaginary line on my back from shoulder to shoulder. I swallow hard, closing my eyes to absorb the sensation.

“I wasn’t exactly honest with you either.”

No?” he asks against my skin. He digs a thumb into the side of my hip pulling at my jeans while the other hand tugs at my zipper.

“I knew I would say yes to you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

His smile presses between my shoulder blades then his mouth continues south just as my jeans do. Before I know it, he’s on his knees, helping me step out of them. All that is left is my champagne and black lace bra and matching panties. I watch my reflection. He is hidden behind me and all I can see are his hands on my thighs, drifting to my hips. I tremble as his fingers slide effortlessly beneath my panties, grasping at bare skin. His palms work in a circular motion, massaging my ass. Spreading my cheeks and pushing them back together. I want to grab hold of something to steady myself, but I know he has a firm hold of me. He slides the flimsy fabric to the side, exposing naked skin that his lips generously covet. I gasp as his mouth opens and his teeth nip at my sensitive skin. I push my ass back against his mouth wanting him to devour me. My hand reaches behind me and grabs hold of his head, tugging at his hair.

“Yes, Scarlett,” he growls between bites. “Show me how much you like it.”

I grip a fist full of hair and pull harder. He inhales sharply and slides his other hand into my panties, cupping my naked sex.

My head falls back as he moves his palm in slippery, circular motions, his teeth still nibbling on my firm behind.

“
Fuck
,” he moans as he slides a finger inside me. “You are so wet for me.”

I grind my hips, pressing his finger deeper. Slowly, he enters me repeatedly, picking up his speed to match the pace of my panting. I want desperately to see his face, but then again it might send me over the edge and I’m not ready to come yet.

“Yes, ride my finger, Scarlett,” he commands. I open my legs further and bounce back on his hand. He slides another finger in and the sensation against my tightness is incredible. I tug on his hair harder while my other hand fondles my breast.

He draws in a sharp breath and its followed by the sound of his zipper and the rustling of his pants. “You’ve got me so hard.”

I slowly stop moving and take a step forward. His fingers slide out of me as I turn.

“Prove it,” I dare.

His eyes glued to mine as he stands. His pants are undone and my eyes train on the bulge of his cock fully exposed. I reach out and grip the side seams of his slacks and pull them down, leaving him in just his gray boxer briefs. Sparse black hair trails from his hard stomach to his waistband. I run my hand over the solid, erect appendage beneath his briefs and study the way his eyes widen and his fingers flex.

“Hmm,” I murmur. “I’m still not sure.” Teasingly, I hook my thumbs into the fabric, my skin coming into contact with his hips, and slide his briefs down until he is gloriously naked in front of me.

“Now this isn’t fair,” he says with a smile, acknowledging that I still have my bra and panties on.

I drop to my knees, my face aligned with his thick, swollen cock that I am aching to taste. “Oh, I think this is very fair.” My eyes tilted up to his and they are glazed in a ravenous hunger as he waits to see what pleasure I will bestow on him. Will it be my hand or my mouth or both? I know that’s what he’s thinking and I like being in control. It’s where I have always shined.

My hands slide up both sides of his thighs, over the strong muscles of his legs. I can tell he works out. I imagine him sweating in hotel gyms as he travels the country on business then steaming off, naked, in a sauna. He watches my hands, waiting to identify their destination. They slide past his groin, up to his hips and around to his firm backside.

“No,” he groans. “This is
very
unfair.” And he’s right. He didn’t tease me this much. But where’s the fun in that? My mouth is so close to his engorged cock. I lick my lips then let the tip of my tongue glide up his length from the base to the tip.

“
Christ!
” he moans. His hands grip the back of my head, his fingers entangling themselves into my hair. As my mouth opens to take him in, he fists my locks and tugs hard as my lips slide down his shaft, bringing him to the back of my throat.

My hands continue to grip his ass, holding on for stability as he begins to pump his hips. I twist my tongue along his shaft as he moves in and out of me. I have never had a cock this big in my mouth. Ever. I am wet again just thinking of it being between my thighs.

“Your beautiful fucking mouth,” he says between clenched teeth. “No one has ever sucked me this good.”

I pop him out of my mouth and run my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. “I need you to fuck me.”

He smiles coyly and reaches for my hand, helping me to my feet. I expect him to jump at my offer and lead me to the bedroom, but instead he takes his time, just as he has done since we entered his suite. I should know by now he does everything on his own terms.

“Patience,” he says, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. My breasts bounce free, perky and high. He drops my bra to the floor and reaches out to gently trace the space between my heavy mounds. My nipples instantly harden.

“It’s a shame no one has told you how beautiful you are in such a long time,” he says softly. “You deserve to hear it.”

I close my eyes and his lips are back on mine. It’s odd that I’ve missed them when I only felt them for the first time twenty minutes ago. I rest my chest against his and wrap my arms around his neck. His cock presses into my belly and I want to climb on top of him and slip it inside me.

He releases my lips, stepping back. He takes my hand and starts to lead me through the living room. I assume we’re headed to the bedroom, but all I see are the giant windows in front of us. My feet stop in their tracks and the jolt against his hand forces him to look back at me.

“We can stay here,” I suggest.

He tilts his head at me in confusion, but as he takes in my excessive stare behind him, a flicker of recognition sparks in his eyes.

“Ahhh, the window.”

I don’t say anything because if I speak, I will show him the weakness pulsing through me. I cannot be weak.

“I think we need to do something about this,” he says. He entwines his fingers with mine and gently pulls me forward.

“Oh, no.” I shake my head. “What do you have in mind?”

“Trust me,” he smiles.

I smirk. “How can I trust you when I don’t know you?”

He traces a finger down my arm leaving a ripple of shivers in its wake. I know I will do what he asks. “Have I steered you wrong so far?”

I suck my bottom lip and when he pulls me forward this time, I oblige. I close my eyes, letting him lead me to the window. It isn’t until the cool glass touches my back that I expel a deep breath.

“Open your eyes, Scarlett.”

The sound of my fabricated name on his lips sounds wrong, but confessing the truth now would ruin the evening. Instead, I do as he asks and I’m relieved to be looking back at him and not out at the forty stories plunging into darkness below us.

He places his hand over my rapidly beating heart. “Fear, pleasure, passion and pain can all be misconstrued to feel the same way,” he says, his hand traveling south over my breast. He takes my nipple between his fingers and twists just enough so that it burns, setting off a fire between my thighs. I groan as his hands continue to move down over my belly to the ridge of my panty line. I keep my eyes locked on his, doing my best to pretend I am somewhere else, despite the cool glass reminding me otherwise.

“Focus on what you feel,” he says as his fingers slide inside my panties. “Not what’s in your head.”

My mouth drops open in an agonizing moan as his palm finds the center of my sex and begins a slow tantalizing twirl. My palms fall flat against the window wanting something to hold onto as his pressure builds and he is pushing me against the glass.

He leans in and whispers, “Still want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes!” I gasp.

His lips find my neck. The force of his tongue on my throat matches the grinding of his palm against my bundle of nerves. “You’re sure?”

“Yes!”

He stops and I open my eyes, stunned by his abruptness.

His mouth is against my ear when he says, “Not until I’ve tasted you.”

I swallow hard as his mouth traces down my body until he is leaning before me. I watch as he slithers my panties down my thighs to my knees and then picks up my ankles one by one and frees me of my last article of clothing. When he returns my left foot to the ground, it’s spaced at hip distance from my right and he settles himself in between. He takes two of his fingers and instead of spreading my folds apart as I expect him to do, he pushes them together. And just like that, my clit pops out. He smiles up at me then leans forward, his tongue tracing the line that he made. My head falls back against the window. I moan as he does it again, this time sucking at the top as his fingers move up and down, stroking my most sensitive area. His mouth opens and his tongue is flicking my clit before pursing his lips together to suck it again. The sensation of flicking and sucking makes me forget for a moment where I am and what I am pressed against. My hands find his hair and my hips begin to grind against his face.

“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop.” By now, I should know better not to tell him what I want him to do. He releases me and stands. “Turn around.” His hands find my hips and he twists me around to face the window.

I shake my head. This is too much. I can’t face the window. Whatever pleasure I was just absorbed in is now slipping away. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he whispers near my ear. He takes one of my hands and places my palm against the glass. I watch fearfully as he does the same with my other palm.

Don’t look down.

I scrunch my eyes tightly shut.

“Open your eyes, Scarlett,” he commands, pushing one of my legs out and then the other so my stance is wide. “Feel the fear. It will only make the pleasure that much more intense.”

Slowly, I open my eyes, but instead of looking out at the Puget Sound and glowing lights of the buildings surrounding us, I choose to focus on his reflection. I watch as he tears at the foil packet and slides the condom over his long shaft.

This is just a mirror
, I tell myself. But I know it’s a lie. I drop my forehead against the cool glass. His chest presses into my back, his hands bearing down on my hips. And then he bends me over and the hardness of his cock is against my ass. He adjusts it until it slides along the outside of my sex from behind. The pressure of it against my center makes me groan. He does it again and again and I get so wet, he slides into me effortlessly. I cry out and push against the window, backing into him as he slides out and reenters me, his hands digging into my hips.