Hot for Him (3 page)

“Something wrong?” Elena enquired.

Charles studied her and for a split second his eyes lowered to her mouth and a frown creased his brow, but his expression cleared quickly and his unbelievably sexy grin returned. “No. Everything’s perfect.”

Why the frown? Elena lifted a curious eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

Charles huffed out a heavy sigh. “You have no idea of the effect you have on me, do you? Do you realise the restraint it takes me not to get down on my knees, part your legs and go to work on your pussy? That I want to suck hard on your clit and push my tongue deep inside you when I make you come.”

A rush of pure, aching need shot through Elena’s system at Charles’ crude words. Suddenly there was nothing she wanted more in the world.

“Are you wearing panties?”

Elena was so surprised by the question she could do nothing but answer it truthfully. “Yes,” she breathed, amazed by the husky cadence to her voice.

“Take them off.”

Elena’s first instinct was to protest, but the idea sent a thrill coursing through her body and her blood felt as though it were broiling in her veins. She held his gaze as she slowly lifted the hem of her dress until it reached the top of her thighs. Lifting herself off the seat, she grabbed the thin elastic of her thong and tugged it down, inch by painstaking inch. Charles watched the action and a choking sound left his throat.

“You’re shaved,” he remarked.

Elena gave a small nod. “Completely.”

“Jesus, restrain me,” Charles muttered, leaning forward to help her slide the soft material down her legs. She sucked in a breath as his head neared her lap and her hand stuttered while she waited to see what he would do. The thought of his tongue sweeping through the folds of her pussy then penetrating her sent a shiver racing down her back and liquid seeping from her core. But instead of giving her what she wanted, Charles slipped the thong off her feet then sat back against the cool leather seat. He put her underwear into his breast pocket with a satisfied smile.

“Well done, Elena,” Charles said appreciatively. “You see? This isn’t as difficult as you feared.”

Frustration and impatience warred within her. She needed to come, was desperate for it, but Elena had to concede that it hadn’t been at all difficult to follow Charles’ instruction, not in the least. If this was all that was required of her then maybe they did have a chance of forming a relationship. But it would be presumptuous of her to think that. She suspected they hadn’t even touched the tip of the iceberg of what he wanted to do to her.

There was more to the Dom/sub lifestyle than just a power exchange, surely. What about the toys, the floggers, the chains and whips? How important were they? Was Charles even interested in those things? The questions made Elena realise how little she knew of Charles or the lifestyle he favoured. A small dose of fear tried to force its way into her mind, but it was overshadowed by anticipation. For the first time since she’d known Charles, Elena was excited by the prospect of giving in to her desire for him. If she was this wound up by the idea of his mouth on her then how was she going to react when they finally fucked?

“No,” she agreed. “It wasn’t difficult. But you are a terrible tease.”

Charles grinned in reply and turned to look out of the limo’s window. “Ah, perfect,” he said. “We’re here.”

Elena wasn’t nearly as thrilled by the development as Charles appeared to be.

Chapter Five

Charles held the restaurant door open for Elena then walked in behind her. His cock was like a lead pipe inside his pants and he had to check that no one was looking before reaching a hand down to move it into a more comfortable position. Elena was going to be the death of him. He’d been desperate to put his hands on her in the limo and had to clench them into fists to prevent it. When she’d adhered to his request, removing her panties and baring herself to him, he’d nearly fucking lost it. He’d got a good look at that smooth, glistening pussy and it was all he could do not to get her on her back, pull out his cock and thrust it inside her, fucking her hard and deep until she cried out his name and came all over it. She’d been so wet for him. Ready. The dominant side to his personality gave him excellent control, but that had been a true test of his restraint. He was proud of himself. But how long could he last before taking what he wanted? What they both wanted.

Elena was the first woman to affect Charles in such a way and he’d certainly had his share over the years. But it was hard to find a woman who wasn’t just after his money. The sex had been fun on occasion, but he hadn’t been able to connect with any of them on a deeper level. Yes, he wanted a woman who could play a submissive role to his dominant, but he didn’t want a doormat. Most of the woman he’d ‘dated’ were eager to please, but it was difficult to believe it was for any other reason other than wanting a slice of his fortune. Charles wanted a strong-willed woman, someone who would challenge him, someone who had their own life and interests. Elena was that woman. He’d known it from the moment Henry had introduced them, but she’d been younger then, just out of university, and she’d been on a mission to carve out a career for herself. Charles could understand that, and he’d waited. He’d been the epitome of fucking patient, but not anymore. It was time to stake his claim.

The crazy thing was, Charles would be happy to share his wealth with Elena, probably more so because he knew she didn’t want it. Elena loved the South of France as much as he did, they’d spoken about it previously. The apartment he kept in town had always suited him, but it wasn’t a home. His parents had passed some years ago and he spent less and less time in New York where he’d grown up. Though he was still very much involved in the investment business he’d set up with Henry, he wanted a more permanent base. He could envision himself spending more time in France, a lot more time. If Elena consented to sharing her life with him, he’d find her the most luxurious house money could buy and that
would
be a home, because Elena would be in it.

“Ah, Mr Hunt, welcome,” the maître d’ said, his smile bright. “Let me show you to your table.”

Charles nodded. “Thank you, Pierre.”

They followed him through the dimly lit restaurant then out to a small terrace at the back, which overlooked a well-maintained garden. The terrace had been decorated exactly to Charles’ specifications. White fairy lights adorned the wooden beams and trellises, and dozens of tapered candles flickered gently in the soft breeze. Charles’ chest swelled with pride at Elena’s sharp intake of breath.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered reverently.

When they’d taken their seats and Pierre had handed them the wine list then left them alone to decide, Elena leaned across the table, suspicion evident on her proud and striking face.

“Why is the restaurant empty?”

Charles grinned. “Because I paid a lot of money to ensure we wouldn’t be disturbed.”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Elena shook her head. “You can’t buy everything, you know.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to agree to disagree on that point.”

Elena frowned and straightened her shoulders. Sitting back in her chair, she appeared to consider his statement. “You can’t buy me,” she said with conviction.

“Nor would I want to. I was rather hoping you could see past the money and the material things it can buy. I figured you were the type of woman who could see
me
before all the trappings of my wealth.”

“I do, Charles. But then why all this?” she asked, sweeping her hand around to indicate the adornments to the terrace and the empty seats.

Charles shrugged. “Because I can. Because I wanted it to be perfect for you—I wanted it to be special. Nothing but the best for my Elena.”

Elena was smiling even as she raised her eyebrow. “
Your
Elena.”

“Damn straight you are.”

Charles held his breath while he waited to see how Elena would react to that little display of ownership, but to his relief, she shook her head, a delightful peal of laughter escaping her lips.

“Just what have I gotten myself into with you?”

Charles leaned in until he was so close his lips were nearly touching her earlobe. “Nothing you don’t want.” As he pulled back, he saw the shiver that ran over her body leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Isn’t that right, Elena?”

Her eyes were hooded when they next met his, her cheeks flushed with the delightful hue of desire. “Yes,” she breathed.

Her reply was all the invitation Charles required to close the distance between them, but he still wouldn’t kiss her even though he was impatient and felt a driving force to take what he wanted. She had to come to him or at least follow his direction. It was time to see just how well she would respond.

“Give me your mouth, Elena,” he instructed.

Without pause, Elena moved that extra inch closer. She wet her lips then pressed them against his. Charles bit back a groan. Instinct took over and he immediately began to dominate the kiss, deepening it. Her gasp offered him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue inside and take what he so desperately needed. He pulled her against his body, kissing her deeper still. Soon, Elena wrapped her arms around his neck. She gripped his hair, holding him in place as she kissed him back with a hungry, insatiable need. There was plenty of ownership in the kiss, but it didn’t all come from Charles. Elena was staking her claim too and didn’t that make his cock throb like it was trying to fight its way out of his pants.

Charles slid his hand down Elena’s neck then over her breast. He cupped it firmly. She wore no bra under the delicate silk dress, which made it easy for him to slip his hand inside and pinch an already erect nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making her shudder and moan into his mouth. Charles was sure if he reached down he’d find her pussy soaking wet, but he couldn’t chance it. If he pushed his fingers inside her wet channel, he’d want his cock inside it too. And that would have to wait until later when he had time to fuck her properly.

“Touch me,” he said against her lips. “Take out my cock and stroke me.”

Elena sprang back, her eyes wide. Her soft pink lips were wet and deliciously swollen.

“Can anyone see us here?”

“I certainly hope so.”

She started to shake her head, looking behind her as though to ensure they were really alone. “What about the maître d’? Won’t he be back to take our order?”

Charles didn’t give a shit. Pierre could pull up a chair and watch for all he cared. All that mattered was him and Elena and what they were about to do. But Charles didn’t want to give the guy heart failure and this was one of his favourite restaurants in Cannes. He’d like to be able to return. And the very idea of Pierre seeing Elena that way brought out a sudden burst of possessiveness. He’d fucked in front of people before and enjoyed it, but that had been with women who had meant nothing to him. This was different—Elena was different.

Without taking his gaze off Elena’s face he shouted, “Pierre. Give us another ten minutes alone.”

The reply of “Yes, sir,” was almost instantaneous, but Charles already had his mouth on Elena’s again, delighting in her taste while he used his fingers to reacquaint himself with her nipples. “Take out my cock and make me come,” he said, his voice less in control than he would have liked. The effect she had on him still amazed him and there was very little that surprised him anymore.

Without further hesitation, Elena rubbed her long, elegant fingers over his hard-on before pulling down his zipper and reaching inside. She managed to get his briefs down and oh holy Christ she had her hand wrapped around his dick and was freeing it from his pants. That first contact nearly made him come. Charles had to squeeze his eyes shut and fight to stave off the orgasm that was so close to exploding all over her hand.

When Elena looked down at his exposed cock, she appeared almost surprised to find it in her hand. She stroked her fingers down the length slowly, experimentally, and a low growl ripped from Charles’ throat.

“That’s it, Elena,” he ground out. “Squeeze it hard. Don’t stop until your hand is covered in my spunk.”

Elena caught her bottom lip between her teeth then fisted Charles’ cock. After a couple of slow strokes, she began to jack him in earnest. Each glorious tug sent a zing of pleasure to his balls. He wanted to watch her hand glide up and down, her thumb sweeping over the head and capturing the pre-cum that was leaking before spreading it down his length, but the expression on her face was too goddamn good to miss. When she licked her lips and looked up at him with an urgent need, Charles was amazed he didn’t blow right then and there.

His voice was a low, deep rumble when he asked, “Do you want to taste me, Elena?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, instead she gave a small nod of her head.

“You need to say it. I want to hear your reply. Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Her reply was quiet, barely more than a whisper, but it would have to do. Charles needed her wet mouth wrapped around him as badly as he needed oxygen.

“Do it,” he ordered. “Suck me. Suck me hard.”

She did. Leaning forward, Elena wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and in one smooth and fluid movement she took it to the back of her throat and swallowed.

“Oh, holy shit,” Charles all but shouted. He slid his fingers into her hair and held her in place as he lifted his hips, trying to get deeper inside.

Elena began to move up and down on his cock and the suction on every up-stroke was absolutely goddamn perfect. Each time he thrust up, fucking hard into her perfect mouth, a low moan escaped her throat that made wonderful vibrations dance along his shaft. It was sensational. Elena knew just how to suck him. She used the right pressure and speed, knew when to ease off and lick around his crown or dip her tongue into his slit and she knew just when to move faster, to suck harder and take him deep. It was like she’d been made to pleasure him.