Indulgent Pleasures (17 page)

Sweat dotted his forehead and his hands went to the ties of her dress, slowly undoing the loose knot at her neck. “Do you want me to keep talking? Tell you what I plan on doing next?”

“Y—yes.” Her shaky voice urged him on, sent a bolt of white hot lightning through him. His cock was hard, more than ready to spring free but he needed to use restraint.

He needed to give her pleasure first.

Justin pushed the ties forward which caused the entire front of her dress to fall to her waist. He stood still and drank her in, watching her pink-tipped breasts rise and fall with her every rapid breath. Her nipples were hard, her skin flushed with a rosy glow but he held himself back. Let the anticipation grew.

“My breasts.” She breathed deep, it seemed it took a lot out of her to say that and he did as she asked, curving his hands around the weighty globes.

He filled his palms with them, squeezing and kneading yet not touching her nipples.

She’d have to ask for that. He was going to make her ask for everything tonight. After everything that happened earlier, if she really wanted him, she’d have to prove it.

“Touch my nipples, Justin. Please.” Her breathy, begging little whisper almost did him in but he held back and allowed his fingers to brush against those hard little nubs. Savoring the tiny moan that escaped her when he did.

“You want me to pinch them?”

“Oh, yes.”

He drew his index finger and thumb together and pulled and tugged, harder and harder with each touch until she cried out. He knew she liked it a little rough, a little painful when he played with her nipples and the way her body shuddered told him she liked it.

Loved it.

He hoped she’d love what he was about to do to her even more.

Chapter Sixteen

What Justin was doing to her was absolute, pure torture. Driving her mad with teasing touches, making her ask when he knew full well exactly what she wanted.

He always knew just how to touch her, just how to kiss her and stroke her and make her come in an instant. But tonight he was practically making her beg for it.

And the sick and twisted thing? She liked it.

Withdrawing from her, he reached for her hand and led her to the bed. They stopped at the end and he released her hand, nodding toward her.

“Take off your dress.” His expression was serious, unreadable. The only way she knew he was aroused was by the light in his eyes and the way they flared when they lit upon her.

She did as he asked, shedding the dress with one push, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side. Her hands went to the flimsy waistband of her panties but he stopped her with a low growl.

“Leave those on.” His voice was gravelly, rough with desire and she felt a fresh surge of moisture between her legs.

Letting her hands fall, she stood practically naked while he was still fully clothed. His tie was undone, still dangling from around his neck and a couple of buttons were undone on his shirt as well. Revealing his tanned chest and the light dusting of dark curling hair there. He was drop dead gorgeous, elegant even and he looked so powerful. She suddenly felt awfully small.

Even though he was practically twice her size, she knew he would never hurt her and she trusted him.

Trusted also that he was about to bring her immense pleasure.

“Lie down on the bed, Stephanie.” His voice was a quiet command, he knew she would do as he told her, and she did. She crawled on top of the bed and sprawled on her back in the middle of it, arms and legs spread.

She watched him watch her, the way his eyes raked over her body, his nostrils flaring the slightest bit. He appeared completely and utterly in control and she felt like she was about to fall apart. Her legs trembled, heck her entire body trembled and her nipples were so hard they ached. The ache between her legs was calling for him too, her clit throbbing and she was more than ready for him to fill her with his thick cock.

From the look on Justin’s face, she had a feeling he was going to take his sweet time.

“No bra?” A dark brow lifted and he slipped his hands in his pockets, looking as casual as he pleased.

“Did you see the way the dress was made?” She rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling a little sassy. “I couldn’t wear one if I wanted to.”

“Nice panties though.” His gaze settled on the spot between her legs, devouring her with his eyes. “I can see right through them.”

With a smile, she spread her legs wider. “Like what you see?”

He swallowed. She saw the bob of his Adam’s apple and his hands tightened into fists, she could tell even though they were in his pockets. “I always like what I see.”

“Then why don’t you come over here and check it out up close?”

Even with the injured knee, the man was fast and before she could barely finish her sentence, he was on the bed, hovering above her. He stared into her eyes, a hand drifting across her forehead, smoothing the stray hairs away and he bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

So different from the sexual attack her body had been prepared for. Not that she was complaining. His hand drifted, his fingers trailing along her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts. She held her breath until he finally touched her sensitive nipples, his fingers teasing, circling each one and she arched into his hands.

With a smile, he dipped over her, licking first at one nipple, then the other. His big hands cupped her breasts, bringing them close together so he could alternate drawing each nipple into his mouth and she groaned.

“I could suck your nipples all night,” he murmured against her flesh and she thrilled at his words.

Would he start talking dirty to her again? God, she hoped so.

And was she brave enough to return the favor? She’d always thought it was kind of silly, had giggled more than once when men of her past had encouraged her to give it a try. She could never take it seriously, always felt phony when she tried.

But she wanted to try with Justin. Had a feeling it would only heighten the experience.

He’d adjusted himself so that he was above her, his hands braced on either side of her as his mouth blazed a trail across her quivering stomach. He kissed and licked her there, coming closer and closer to where she really wanted him and she stretched her arms above her head, clutching at a pillow.

Rolling to her side, he propped himself on his elbow and rested his big hand flat against her belly. “You want me to touch you there?”

“Justin.” She sounded so eager, desperate really and she felt desperate, too. He wanted her to talk, the naughty glint in his eyes said he enjoyed tormenting her but she just didn’t know if she had it in her.

“Tell me, babe. Let me know what you want.”

“You know what I want.” He always knew what she wanted.

“But I want to hear you say it.” He smiled, the bastard, and she drew in a deep breath, searching for the courage to just blurt it out.

“I want you to lick my pussy.” There. She said it. And instead of feeling goofy for doing so, her skin got all hot and itchy and the look in Justin’s eyes said it all.

He wanted to lick her pussy, too. And he was more than happy to oblige.

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Damn, it was hot, hearing Stephanie say that. She looked like a goddess, sprawled across the bed, her nipples still wet from his mouth, the little sliver of silvery lace that barely covered her pussy driving him nuts.

Justin could see right through it, the shadow of dark pubic hair that covered her mound, a hint of glistening pink. She was wet for him, he knew she would be and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of her sweet flesh.

Sliding further down, he positioned himself between her legs, slinging first one slender leg, then the other over his shoulders. The scent of her arousal hit him, strong and fragrant and he breathed deep, his mouth practically watering.

He loved going down on her, enjoyed how responsive she was, the way she always creamed when he touched her. The hard little nub of her clit, pulsing when she was so close to climax and the clench of her pussy when he drove his fingers deep inside her.

It was almost as good as making love to her.

She watched him with those big blue eyes and she sucked on her lower lip, her teeth nibbling. Her mouth drove him crazy too, those lush lips, the way she kissed him, the way they felt when they were wrapped tight around his cock.

Jesus, he could blow his wad just thinking about it. He needed to get down to business.

He drew a finger down the front of her panties and she shivered. The lacy fabric was soaked, he felt the hard button of her clit beneath his fingertip and he ran his finger up and down, around and around.

A low moan escaped her and she slumped against the bed, her eyes sliding closed. He took his time, teasing her, teasing himself, enjoying the anticipation of finally exposing her to his gaze, his mouth.

He nudged the fabric aside and licked, circling his tongue around her clit, wrapping his lips around it. Her heady cream melted on his tongue, musky sweet and he licked again. Pushing the fabric out of his way as much as he could, he dove deeper between her legs.

Her legs spread wider and he slipped a hand beneath her ass, holding her to him. He thrust his tongue into her entrance and it fluttered around him, trying to suck him in even further.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned, her hips thrusting and he knew she was already close.

“You taste so good.” He licked her again, long and slow, drawing another moan out of her and he lapped at her as if she was his favorite treat.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her hands settling on his head and her fingers threaded through his hair.

As if he could. His cock was hard and aching beneath the zipper of his pants, more than eager to jump inside her but first this was all about her.

He was going to make her come so hard she’d be thanking him when it was over. He wanted to show her just how much she meant to him, how much he enjoyed pleasuring her.

Never before had he felt such pleasure in only giving pleasure.

“You want me to use my fingers, Stephanie? Or just my tongue?” He licked at her clit again, noticed it was bigger, pulsing and he knew she was even closer.

Without another word he thrust first one, then two fingers deep inside her, felt her clench and flutter. He slowly started to pump, drawing her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

She moved against him, her hips gyrating, the little pants coming from her yet another indication. And then she cried out, her fingers tugging hard on his hair, her entire body trembling with her orgasm. She came and came, her cream thick and luscious and he licked it up, gentling her with his mouth before he finally withdrew his fingers.

“Wow,” was all she finally managed to say after she came down from her climax.

He smiled, withdrawing from her and climbing off the bed. He needed to get naked and inside this woman and quick. His body could barely stand it.

She laid there, a heap of satisfied woman, staring up at him with a blissed out expression on her face. “What are you doing?”

“Getting naked so I can fuck you properly.” He shed his clothes with amazing speed, down to his boxers in ten seconds flat despite the monkey suit.

“But I’m not naked.” She indicated her panties, which were still on.

Stretched out to the side and looking like they were ready to tear but yep, still on.

“Well take them off,” he said with a smile, going to the bedside table and grabbing a condom from the box he put there earlier. He sheathed himself quickly and returned to the bed.

Stephanie ran her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, her gaze appreciative, her touch like an aphrodisiac. She seemed to revel in stroking him and he reveled in her assured hands, enjoying the way she stroked his chest, his stomach.

Hmm, yeah and his cock.

Her fingers wrapped around him, guiding him to her and he let her, bracing himself above her body.

“This was all I thought about at the party after I saw you,” she admitted, emitting a little groan when the head of his cock slowly nudged against her entry.