Fortune's Deception (3 page)

He filled his hands with her breasts, his lips latching around one pale pink nipple, then moving to the other. Her plump flesh overflowed in his palms, so soft and fragrant and he buried his face against her breasts, licking at the valley between them.

The sweet little sounds she made in the back of her throat sent chills straight down his spine, made his dick grow harder and he had no idea what to do next. The way they were positioned he couldn’t grab a condom. Hell, he didn’t even think he had one in his wallet anymore and he certainly didn’t keep them in his desk.

Shit
. He had the hottest woman on the planet wrapped all around him, and he couldn’t bury himself deep inside of her. He had crappy luck.

“Touch me, Charlie,” she whispered, urging him on. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, held him close and he sucked on her nipple, making her cry out.

He slipped a hand between them, flirting with the hem of her skirt, moving beneath the fabric. Fingertips skimmed the bare smooth skin of her thighs and he felt her tremble from his touch. His hand wandered higher and he rubbed against her cotton-covered mound, felt the fabric already wet with her juices and God help him, his cock was as hard as steel, anxious and ready to burst.

“Oh, yes.” He looked up, her long blonde hair spilling all around him as she watched him, her full pink lips wet from his kisses, her tan skin flush with arousal.

Fuck, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Certainly, the most beautiful woman he’d ever had the chance to fool around with. His fingers slipped beneath her silky panties, felt the curling damp tangle of hair and still she watched, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Her hips undulated against his hand and his fingers rubbed against her slit, parted her labia, finding her so creamy, drenching him. His thumb pressed against her swollen clit and she nodded, her hair tickling his face.

“Just like that, Charlie. Please.” She moved against his hand, her eyes drifting closed and he slipped one, then two fingers deep inside her sheath, pumping within her slowly.

She was so fucking tight and hot and wet and his cock surged in his pants eagerly, dying to be inside. He could come like this, just from touching her scorching cunt. His thumb pressed against her clit even harder.

Her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and her mouth slack. Little pants escaped from her, her breasts jiggling in his face, his name on her lips as he felt the tremors start deep within her. Then she shattered against his hand, her entire body trembling, her inner walls clutching around his fingers and she held on to him tight. He was amazed at her responsiveness, turned on watching her orgasm overtake her and when she was finally finished, she opened her eyes and smiled.

“That was so unfair.”

“What?” He arched a brow at her, thrown off by her statement. His fingers still moved inside of her. He was too reluctant to stop touching her.

“I came before you did and this was supposed to be all about you.”

“I liked watching you.” It was the truth. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Well, now it’s your turn.” She climbed off of him, flashing him her panty-covered ass for the briefest moment before smoothing her dress back into place. She tiptoed over to the office door and turned the lock with a quiet click. With a wicked smile on her face, she came back and knelt in front of him, her eyes level with his straining more-than-eager-to-meet-her cock.

“I want to give you the best blowjob of your life,” she murmured, her delicate hand reaching out to brush against him.

He jumped at the contact and spread his legs wider, helpless as she undid the button, slid down the zipper on his pants. His cock reared up against his boxer briefs and she pulled the fabric, sprang him free from its confines. Her eyes widened when she took him in.

“You’re big.” Her fingers stroked his length.

“Are you surprised?” He shuddered at her touch, wondering yet again why he was never what a woman expected. They all seemed to think he was some sort of pencil-dick nerd or something.

She shook her head, her thumb smoothing over the head of his cock and she licked her lips in what looked to be anticipation. The muscles in his thighs tensed, more than ready for what she planned to do next. “No. I had a feeling there’s more to you than meets the eye, Charlie.”

Then she dipped her head and took him into her mouth, her lips sucking the tip of his cock between her lips. He groaned, thrust his hands in her hair and watched her, fascinated. She licked him, her pink tongue tracing the vein that ran the underside of his cock, her eyes meeting his as she drew him deep into her mouth. Her head bobbed, her

lips slid up and down his length and his belly spasmed, his balls drawing up tight against his body.

Ah shit, he was gonna come and she’d only just started. She’d probably think he couldn’t control himself, but hell he couldn’t where Brittney was concerned. Her crystal blue eyes stared up at him, her plump pink lips wrapped around his glistening cock, her blonde hair falling all around her face. So beautiful, so sexy and, for whatever reason, so eager to throw herself at him, give him pleasure that he’d never experienced before. Just looking at her made him want to spurt into her mouth. She was his every fantasy come to life.

With a cry, he thrust once and came, his semen gushing into her mouth. She didn’t even falter, drank from him, milked him dry until he slumped in the chair, spent.

He ran a hand over his sweaty face, felt like a fucking kid. Like a young jerk who had just got sucked off by the hottest chick in school who secretly planned on bailing on him. Tell everyone what a loser he was that he couldn’t last five minutes before spilling into her mouth.

Hell, he hadn’t come like that since he didn’t know when.

“Do you feel better now?” Her hands glided along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, her lightly scratching fingernails making him tingle.

“Feel better?” He had no idea what she was talking about.

“More relaxed? Relieved? That was the goal of this interlude, you know.” She smiled and stood, dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a fingertip.

“Oh, yeah, I definitely feel more relaxed.” He stayed in his chair, grabbed a few tissues from the box on his desk to clean himself before he stuffed his cock back in to his pants. It took everything he had to resist the urge to stand up and tug her into his arms, kiss her senseless. Take her back to his place and fuck her for the rest of the day.

“Good.” She rested her hands on her hips, looking every bit the woman who’d just been thoroughly satisfied. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. Her dress was disheveled and her hair a sexy golden mess around her head.

Absolutely gorgeous.

This time he didn’t, couldn’t resist the urge. He stood, tugged her dress back into place, smoothed his hand over her hair, fingers tangling in the mass. Her blue eyes warmed and she pressed her hands against his chest.

“I didn’t even get to undress you.” Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and she undid one, then another, her lips pressing against the bare skin of his chest. “What a shame.”

His cock grew hard the second her lips touched him. No way could he let her go just yet.

“Do we have to keep this a one-shot deal?”

Brittney glanced up. “You want to do this again?”

Why did she look so surprised? After that, a mere taste of what could only be an amazing experience together, hell
yes
he wanted to do
this
again. “Well, my job is hard on my psyche. Extremely stressful, especially when I’m dealing with difficult clients.”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, her fingers tangling in the hair on his chest, a hint of laughter in her voice. Maybe she knew he referred to her.

Her fingers continued their gentle search and he closed his eyes, breathed deep. The woman needed to stop touching him if he wanted to be able to think rationally. “And I’m sure I’ll need to blow off lots of steam.”

“Of course.” She unbuttoned a few more buttons and then wrapped her arms around him, her face pressed against the heated skin of his chest.

“Maybe you could help me do that?”

“Just blow off steam, huh?”

Charlie nodded. He’d take her however he could get her. Blow off steam? Okay. “Absolutely.”

“Do you have any appointments after this one?”

Ah, shit he did. With a cantankerous old man who never wanted to part with a dime. His daughter insisted he learn how to invest.
Pure torture
. “One more, then I’m done for the day.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a real strenuous one, huh?”

He knew exactly what she was getting at and he smiled. Though she was right on the money. Dealing with the next client was the last thing he wanted to do—especially when his mind would be filled with thoughts of Brittney. Her lush breasts filling his hands, her sweet-tasting nipples in his mouth. He wanted to taste all of her. “Oh yeah, I might need to see you tonight. I’ll probably be seriously stressed out.”

She started buttoning his shirt back up, fingers lingering. “Well you know my number, Charlie. If you need me, don’t hesitate to call. I’m sure we could work something out.”

Brittney was going to turn him away. She had to.

With a sigh, she threw her brush into the sink and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. No reason getting glammed up if she was going to spend the night alone. She’d realized the minute she walked out of his office she had to do this, sever all sexual ties with her
financial planner
. She should’ve never done it with him in the first place, and she’d made more than her share of mistakes in her life.

Then he called her at six, his voice so sexy, a little gruff as he spoke. When he asked if he could come over, she didn’t even hesitate with her answer. Just hearing him talk made her sex weep with moisture, caused her nipples to stiffen into tight little aching buds.

She’d hung up the phone and known immediately she’d made a mistake. No way could he come over to her house and essentially fuck her brains out. She didn’t want to lead him on, didn’t want him to think she could offer him something more. Relationships were not a part of her life, they never had been. She didn’t do consecutive dating, didn’t do any of that stuff. She had no idea
how
to do any of it.

Of course, what she and Charlie had certainly couldn’t be called
dating
. That description was downright laughable. No, one illicit encounter in his office did not constitute dating, but she had a feeling he was a serious kind of guy.

She didn’t care to stick around long enough to have someone hurt her, because that’s what always happened. Nothing could last forever. She’d suffered enough through her entire childhood, taking blow after emotional blow when she’d been young and had no defenses. All of it had been so painful, so heartbreaking. Never, ever again would she put herself through something like that willingly.

Could she recall one serious boyfriend throughout her entire string of so-called relationships? Not really. She was the good-time girl, the one guys liked to hang out with,

the one they liked to bang, especially because she was no-strings. No fuss, no muss, just fun.

Mister Number Cruncher Charles Manning probably didn’t even know the meaning of no fuss, no muss. He was probably intent on finding a woman ready to settle down with, looking for a relationship. He reeked of commitment. His cologne was probably named Commitment.

That was
so
not her style.

The doorbell rang and she ran her hands down the front of her cotton tank dress, her palms suddenly sweaty. She hated having to turn him away, didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes, on his face, but it had to be done. One minor encounter with the man and already she was in over her head. She couldn’t imagine how an actual sweaty mattress session with him would make her feel.

Be strong
. She lifted her chin, straightened her posture and walked with determined steps to the door.

All thoughts of being strong and dumping his sexy ass flew right out the door with her first sight of him on her front porch. Her jaw dropped open in surprise, her mouth going dry. He looked deliciously sexy with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of worn jeans, a black T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. He smiled at her, dimples flashing, brown eyes filled with sexual heat behind the wire frames of his glasses. Her heart skipped a beat and her entire body roared to life, eager for his touch.

Just one more time, what can it hurt? She could take it, she thought as she grabbed his hand and yanked him inside, kicking the door shut behind him. She pushed his big body against the door, flattened herself against him and pulled his head down.

“Nice to see you, too,” he murmured just before her lips captured his.

They kissed long and slow, wonderful lazy kisses. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and she opened her mouth to him, her tongue dancing with his. His hands slid up and down her sides, dragging her dress up with every pass until they slipped underneath, cupping her panty-clad ass.

She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him, unable to help herself. He got the message, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around him.

“You’re strong,” she said, peppering tiny kisses all over his face, darting her tongue out to lick his skin.

“You’re light.” His dark hair rubbed against her face as he moved down to kiss her neck, nibbling the sensitive flesh.

A shiver consumed her when his teeth hit an extra touchy spot. “You’re sweet but I’m not that light.”

After they’d won the lottery, she’d been on a non-stop eating binge at the finest restaurants she could find. She had to be packing at least an extra ten pounds since she’d started.

“Mmm, you smell good. Taste good.” His lips were soft as they cruised up her neck, skimmed her jaw before finally settling on her mouth. He drank from her, his mouth languid, his tongue teasing and she clutched at him, sank her hands in his hair to keep him there, right where she wanted him.

Oh, the man could kiss. She could do this all night. So slow, so soft, utterly decadent. His tongue searched her mouth, wet and warm and tasting faintly of mint. She tunneled her hands into his silky hair, the dark strands wrapping around her fingers and she undulated against him, wanting more. His erection brushed against her, huge and urgent and her nipples hardened to almost painful points.

“Take me to my bedroom,” she whispered against his mouth, licking at his lips.

He lifted his head, glanced around. “Hell, where is it? Your house is huge. How much did you pay for this monstrosity again?”

Brittney tugged on his hair, making him yelp. “You should know and besides, there will be no talk of financial matters tonight, please. You need to focus on the task at hand.”

“Which is?” He smiled, dimples flashing again and her tummy fluttered at the sight of them.

She could look at those cute, sexy dimples over and over and never tire of it.

She pushed the thought out of her head immediately.

“Me.” She kissed him. “And you.” Again. “Getting naked.”

“Tell me where to go.”

She did, continuing to kiss him as he carried her through her house, his eyes open, watching where he walked. His large hands cupped her ass and her legs wrapped tight around him, clutching him. She couldn’t wait to get him naked, couldn’t wait to feel his skin against hers. She wanted to feel him buried so deep inside her she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

Once again, she shoved that particularly disturbing idea from her mind. Why was she having these kinds of thoughts anyway? Sex was sex. There was no connection, no joining of two souls, no two people becoming one. It was just a mutually pleasurable way for two people to get off for a few hours. Have a little fun.

“Your house.” He deposited her on the extravagant California king bed in a rather unceremonious dumping, dropping her so hard she bounced on the mattress. “Is fucking ridiculous.”

Brittney gazed up at him in utter shock. She knew her house was too big, hell she’d wanted a monster house. She also knew Charlie didn’t approve of her spending habits, remembered him balking at the price of the house when she bought it a few months ago but she didn’t expect him to call it
fucking
ridiculous.

Hearing him use the word fuck aroused her a little bit.

“I like it,” she said with a smile. She leaned back on her hands and waited for his next move.

“You’re one woman living in a five-thousand-square-foot home.” He took off his glasses, set them on her dresser. He then tore off his T-shirt in one smooth move over his head and threw it on the floor.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of his naked muscular chest. He had bronzed skin he clearly got from the great outdoors, flat abs, a smattering of dark chest hair that narrowed to a sexy trail. It meandered down his stomach to disappear beyond the waistband of his jeans.

“I’ve always wanted to live in a big house. It was my dream growing up. This was finally my chance.” She wasn’t about to feel guilty for choosing her palatial home. After living in shit holes her entire childhood, experiencing the hell of the foster care system, she deserved it.

Now she lived her dream. With a home, stability, no financial worries, no concerns about where her next meal was coming from, everything she’d always wanted as a kid but never had.

“Five thousand square feet of big house? Isn’t that a bit extreme?” He nodded towards her with his chin. “Take off your dress.”

Brittney went still. He said it so nonchalantly, though there’d been a thread of firm command to his voice.

A lusty quiver swept over her body, and her pussy pulsed with need. She grasped the hem of her simple dress and whisked it over her head, tossing it onto the floor like he’d tossed his shirt. She wore no bra, and her nipples puckered tight once exposed to the chill of the room and the heat of Charlie’s gaze.

“Do you ever wear a bra?” He shook his head, his eyes never leaving her pointed nipples. They were heavy and she knew they beckoned him, begging for his touch, his mouth.

She shivered. “Not when I know I’m going to see you.”

Charlie smiled, looking so sure of himself as he undid the buttons of his fly. She waited with baited breath as he shucked his jeans, revealing his magnificent, impossibly hard cock.

“Did you even wear underwear?” Yet again she was shocked. Charlie Manning was definitely not what she expected. At all. The stuffy nerd from before had disappeared, replaced by a sex god who bossed her around and made her panties wet with one glance.

“No. I knew I was going to see you.” He climbed onto the bed, wrapped himself around her, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his body on top of hers.

Her lids lifted and their eyes met, his so dark and full of need. He thrust against her slowly, his cock a tantalizing brush against her pussy, making her spread her legs in invitation.

“You feel good,” he murmured, his hand smoothing down her side, skimming her waist, her hip. “I want to kiss every inch of your soft skin.”

Brittney smiled, arched against him. “Hmm, that sounds perfect.”

His lips blazed a trail along her collarbone, down her chest, around her breasts. He gathered them up in his hands, bringing her nipples close together so he could alternate between each one. Groaning as he nibbled and sucked, she nearly came at the sight of his tongue circling one glistening pink nipple and then the other.

He moved to her belly, nipping and licking, making her squirm beneath his mouth. She felt him smile and she giggled when his tongue dipped into her belly button.

“I forgot to make you take your panties off.” Charlie stared down at her black-lace-covered crotch, a finger reaching out to press against the top of her slit. She nearly shot off the bed at his touch, she craved it so. He moved back and forth, up and down, the fabric and his finger causing a delicious friction that sent sparks traveling through her blood. Her pussy flooded with cream. She could feel how wet and slick she was and wanted him to touch her bare flesh. Make her wild with it.

“Take them off for me,” she whispered, gyrating her hips slowly with the rhythm of his touch.

He licked his lips, his finger going feather light, circling around her distended clit. She cried out, a part of her wanting to beg him to rip her panties off and plunge his fingers deep inside of her.

Another part of her liked the playfulness, the wicked expression on his face, the teasing touch. A low thrum started in her body, her belly already fluttering, her pussy throbbing and so hot.

“Ah shit, you’re making me crazy.” He dipped his head, buried his face in her crotch and inhaled deeply. She stilled, thrust her hands into his hair to keep him there. His

breath against her damp crotch made her shiver and she spread her legs even wider. As wide as she could go.

His fingers tucked into the crotch of her panties and nudged it aside, revealing her to his gaze, his mouth. She waited for him to begin his gentle assault, more than ready for what he was about to give her.

“Fucking beautiful.” He nudged his nose between her drenched folds, his tongue sneaking out to lick.

“Oh, God, yes,” she whimpered, pushing against his mouth, her hands clutching at the sumptuous comforter beneath her.

His tongue searched her, flicking against her clit, thrusting inside, all of it driving her mad. He licked her thoroughly, alternating between firm and gentle, frenzied or slow.

Slow drove her the craziest. His tongue would circle around her clit, draw it into his mouth for a long sensuous suck and she arched herself towards him, wanting more. He slid one finger deep inside her, then two, driving them in and out at a maddeningly slow pace and she moaned, frustrated.

“Faster, Charlie.” Brittney opened her eyes to glare down at him, her frustration melting when their gazes met.

His eyes never left hers as he pulled away from her, his fingers still moving deep inside her with a lazy rhythm. She was so wet she could hear his fingers move within her, the suctioning sound of her pussy as it grasped at his shifting fingers. “Faster?”

She bit down on her lip so hard she almost cried out, it hurt so much. She nodded, her hair spilling all around her face, loosened from her ponytail. She shoved it away from her eyes, held her breath as his tongue snaked out to lick her from clit to perineum. “Oh, please…”