Do Not Disturb (14 page)

She swore his voice was hypnotic because she agreed without hesitation. His words gave her permission and she needed them.

He nodded just before he dipped his head back down to rub his jaw against her neglected nipple. This time when she cried out, she didn’t hold back.

She felt totally without chains for the first time in her life.

As if he’d sensed the change in her, he tightened his grip on her breasts, pushing her nipples out even farther then sucked the tips into his mouth.

He played his tongue over them, sucked and licked until she couldn’t not move.

Her legs curled around his waist and she lifted into him, trying to rub her aching pussy against his cock. She wanted him to fuck her. Right now. She just didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

She gasped when her mound touched his cock. He groaned, the sound reverberating through her body as he sucked on her nipple.

Wriggling her hips, she managed to maneuver his cock between her legs, the tip poised at her entrance.

“Damn, Tally. You’re so fucking wet.”

She blinked open her eyes and saw that he’d pulled away enough that she could see his entire face.

His expression made her want to smile in triumph. He looked like he wanted to devour her. Which is exactly what she wanted.

“Then fuck me. Right now.”

Her nipples still throbbed from the scrape of his whiskers on his jaw, and his hands still held hers trapped around her breasts, as tight as she could take.

“But you’re not the one giving orders here, baby. You’ll do what I want.”

Jesus, when had she become so damn submissive? Because, holy hell, she wanted to whimper and agree to anything he said.

Instead, she forced herself to keep her eyes open. “But only if you give me what I want.”

His smile made her flush from head to toe. “Trust me, I’m going to give you what you want. And I’m going to demand so much more.”

Leaning back, he released her and unwound her legs from around his waist. She wanted to complain but her brain had already realized he was reaching for the condom.

“Wrap your hands around the edge of the chaise. Now.”

She did, gripping it tight as she watched him roll the condom down his cock.

“Put your feet on the floor.”

The motion opened her farther, the cooler air brushing against her heated labia, causing her pussy to clench in excitement.

“You’re gonna be so damn tight. I can tell. I fucking love that.”

“Then hurry.”

“No fucking way. I want it to last. I don’t want to come in thirty seconds. But whenever I touch you, I can’t seem to control myself.”

That sounded like the highest compliment at the moment.

With the pillow under her hips, she was the perfect height for him to enter her while he was on his knees.

With one hand on her hip, exerting pressure to keep her in place, he used the other to position his cock at her entrance.

The tip of his cock felt superheated against her naked flesh and she tilted her hips the tiniest bit until he was lodged at the entrance. The fat head spread her puffy, sensitive lips, but her pussy needed that thickness to clench around before she went crazy.

He had both hands on her hips and he held her so tight, she would probably have the mark of his fingers on her skin tomorrow morning. Which she’d love.

Now, she only wanted him to provide the friction she needed.

His first thrust was shallow, not enough to satisfy any of her out-of-control cravings. Looking down, she could see he hadn’t gotten more than half of his cock inside.

“You make me want to fuck you hard and fast.” He shook his head. “And that’s not how I wanted this to go.”

“Dane, just fuck me. I don’t care about how you wanted this to go. Just do it.”

His fingers tightened and he yanked her closer, impaling her farther onto his shaft. Each inch he gained spread her wider, made her ache a little more.

When he withdrew until only the tip of his cock made contact with her clit, she wanted to scream at him. She bit back that impulse.

And he pushed down on her hips until his cock wasn’t touching her at all.

“I told you. I want to hear you.”

Panting, she nodded, ready to give him whatever he wanted.

And when he shoved the entire length of his cock inside her, she gave him exactly what he asked for.

She cried out as he stretched her so deliciously far, she thought she’d break.

“There you go. That’s what I want.” His voice had deepened to a raspy growl, and she tried to lift into his body to make him sink even deeper. “Plant your feet, Tally, because I’m going to fuck you hard. Now.”

He made good on his word. He pumped his hips with such leashed power she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d feel like if he ever completely let loose.

She wasn’t sure she’d be able to take it because, right now, she could barely breathe.

Each time he thrust home, his balls slapped against her ass, and each time he withdrew, she tried to lift into him.

But he controlled her movement to such a level that she found herself straining against her self-imposed limits. He’d told her to keep her hands locked around the edge of the chaise and she did, even though every muscle protested.

He kept his pace punishingly slow, his control showing in the rigid muscles of his arms and thighs. With dazed intent, she watched his abs clench and ripple. The motion became mesmerizing.

But she couldn’t keep her eyes open for long. As they closed, she felt every inch of his flesh in different ways more intensely.

As if she’d given him permission, he groaned, a low rumble of sound that made her shiver, and increased his speed.

Now, he didn’t pull all the way out. He only withdrew far enough to build friction before he shoved back in. His motion had become a little less controlled, a little rougher.

She heard his breathing over her own. Heard him groan, felt his hands leave her hips and felt him grab the cushion on either side of her.

And then he loosened the reins and fucked her exactly how she needed.

Powerful. Strong. Perfect.

She couldn’t keep her feet on the floor any longer. She had to wrap her legs around his waist and hold on.

As her heels dug into his thighs, he leaned down and sealed their mouths together. His tongue lashed against hers and she swore she heard the chaise creak as he pounded into her.

She felt her orgasm building, felt her body tensing in anticipation.

As if he knew she was nearing the edge, he thrust and held deep inside her, pinning her to the cushion under her hips.

Then he pulled away and looked down at her. Her body responded deep inside to the look in his eyes.

He held her gaze as he started to move again, and the connection felt so deep and so strong, she wanted to look away.

She couldn’t.

Now his every thrust held one purpose. To make her come.

Already so deep in lust she didn’t know which way was up, she felt anchored by his gaze. Every nerve in her body dedicated to the overwhelming desire drowning her in sensation.

A slight adjustment and the base of his cock hit her clit at the perfect angle.

Her head bowed back as she came, his name a sharp, short cry from her lips, as her pussy spasmed and clenched around him.

He managed a few more thrusts before she felt him groan and his cock pulsed inside her.

Then she closed her eyes and let herself go boneless.

***

Dane felt Talia’s body go slack, though her pussy continued to clench around him.

No problem. He wasn’t going anywhere fast. If he had his way, he’d stay here all night, buried deep inside her.

No one would disturb them. Jared knew he was here and would make sure of it.

Still, he wanted to lay her out on a mattress and curl up around her and wake up in the morning ready to kiss her awake and slide back into her, this time slow and easy.

But he didn’t seem to be able to do slow and easy with this woman.

Why the hell was that?

Still unable to catch his breath, he figured he’d leave that one question to ponder tomorrow.

First, he better make sure he could still move and that he didn’t crush her.

Rolling, he took her with him until he lay on his back with her draped over him. He loved the way she seemed to sink into him. Loved the warmth of her body and the press of her skin against his.

With her face tucked into his neck, he turned his head to the side to rub his nose against her hair.

“You okay?”

He had to ask, just to be sure.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to move. Ever.”

He laughed at her deadpan delivery then shuddered as he felt her lips brush against his neck.

“Well, we could live on room service, but you’d have to get used to being an exhibitionist.”

He felt her still against him. Damn it. Had he just pushed her over the edge?

He’d already made the decision to ask her to Annabelle and Jared’s pre-wedding Salon party, but now wasn’t the time.

“Who says I’m not?”

His cock twitched at her quiet response and he had to fight back a triumphant grunt.

“So if I ask you to accompany me to a party here, would you say yes?”

She paused. “Am I allowed to ask who’ll be there?”

He’d never felt the urge to bite his tongue more than he did right now, but he answered. “You read the waiver and signed it, so yes, I can tell you who’ll be there. But . . .”

“I’m bound to silence by the waiver. I get it, Dane.”

He sighed at the slight hint of pique in her tone. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. It’s just . . . I’ve never invited anyone.”

She shifted against him until she had herself propped up on one elbow and could see his face. “Seriously?”

He let his silence speak for him.

Her eyebrows rose and her lips curled with the barest hint of a smile. But it wasn’t sly or knowing. She looked slightly stunned.

“I think I’d still like to know who’ll be there first.”

“Jed, Annabelle, Tyler, Kate, Greg and Sabrina. Mel and Geoff Black and Cory Shirk and Liane Ryder. You met them at Jed and Annabelle’s dinner the other night.”

Her steady gaze held his. “Are you going to expect me to have sex with someone else?”

His immediate response was “Hell, no,” followed fast by “Only if I allow it.”

None of which he spoke aloud. He knew that, as submissive as she was while having sex, Talia would balk if he pulled that last one on her.

“Is that something you would enjoy?” he asked instead.

She didn’t answer right away, and he could tell she was considering his question carefully.

“Never having attended a sex party, I can’t tell you if I would or not.”

“The parties aren’t just for sex.” Which contradicted what he’d said earlier. Shit. “They’re not orgies. They’re . . . for people who enjoy letting go of their sexual inhibitions.”

“But you do have sex with people in this room. Several people have sex in this room at the same time.”

“It honestly depends, but yes. Some people get off on watching. Some like to participate more fully. Some like to perform.”

“And you’ve done all three.”

“Yes.”

Her gaze narrowed, but he didn’t think she was judging him. “Which do you enjoy most?”

“I like to participate.”

He could see her rolling that one around in her head, trying to figure out all the angles. “And by ‘participate’ you mean you bring a partner here?”

“I told you I’ve never invited another woman here.”

Her gaze narrowed and he wanted to kick himself for revealing more than he’d wanted. “So you have sex with the women who are members.”

She was making connections faster than he could keep up. “Yes.”

Her lips parted in preparation for another question. He knew exactly what it would be and mentally braced for it. Because how he answered could break their relationship before it’d started.

Instead, she settled her head back on his shoulder and draped her arm across his chest.

“So when is this party?”

“Next Saturday. After the bachelor and bachelorette nights.”

“Ah. I’d wondered.”

“About . . . ?”

“The night before the wedding is typically the rehearsal dinner, but Jared and Annabelle are having that on Thursday. And no one said anything about plans for Saturday night, so I figured there weren’t any.” She shrugged. “I thought Jared and Annabelle were going to spend it together.”

“They couldn’t tell you anything. You know that, right?”

She hesitated for a second. “I understand the severity of the nondisclosure.”

“Then you should understand why they couldn’t say anything, even if they wanted to.”

“Then why could you?”

“Because Jared and I have the final say on everyone who gets to know about the Salon. We’re the only ones who don’t have to put new members to a vote. Well, technically, Tyler doesn’t either, but we figure after Kate, he’ll never invite anyone again.”

She pulled back again to look at him. “And why haven’t you invited anyone else?”

“Because I hadn’t met a woman I thought would be interested.”

She nodded, though he had no idea what she was agreeing with. Then she leaned forward and kissed him.

Sweetly sensual and most definitely meant to end the night.

And he let her.

“I’ll let you know this week, if that’s okay. Now . . . I don’t want to move but I need to get some sleep. I do have a meeting tomorrow morning, and I don’t think Trudeau will be happy with me if I’m late.”

“I understand.”

She smiled as he rolled off the chaise to collect their clothes. He delivered hers first then dressed himself. Shoving his hair out of the way, he caught her watching him though her gaze dropped as soon as she realized. So he got to watch her shimmy into her bra and sighed when she finally pulled her shirt over her head.

Running her hands through her hair, she fluffed it then tossed it back over her shoulders. He couldn’t wait to wrap it around his hand again, this time while he took her from behind.

“Let me walk you back to your door.”

She agreed with a smile then let her gaze roam the room one last time before she turned and walked for the door.