“I guess I’ve got no choice, huh?”
“Now you’re getting it. Call me if you find out anything I should know before my golf game on Friday, or if the Thunderbolts suddenly decide to meet my demands. If it’s anything other than those two things, then leave me the fuck alone to have a fun and carefree week with my horny and hot little runaway bride.”
Chapter 18
Roman
When I returnto the bungalow, Iris is nowhere to be found. Presumably, she’s where she said she’d be: lying in bed, naked and wide awake, awaiting round two.
I stride toward the bedroom and suddenly realize I don’t have the ice bucket. Did I leave it on the beach after my call with Cameron? “Hey, Iris?” I call out as I approach the bedroom. “I’ll be right back. I think I left the ice bucket on the—” My words catch in my throat when I reach the bedroom doorway and spy Iris in the bed. She’s not only naked and ready for me, as promised; she’s a wet dream. Pleasuring herself with a vibrator with her thighs spread open and her head slung back.
I lean my shoulder against the doorframe with a smile. “Excuse me, young lady, who gave you permission to get yourself off? That’s my job this week.”
Iris opens her eyes and flashes me a sultry, inviting look—but she notably doesn’t lift the vibrator from her sweet spot. “You were taking so long to come back, I decided to keep myself wet for you so we can jump right into round two without needing foreplay.”
“I like foreplay.”
She lifts the vibrator.
“No, don’t stop. This is foreplay.” I bite my lower lip. “Turn it to low, though. Let’s draw this out.”
“The lowest setting won’t get me there, no matter how long I do this.”
“That’s perfect. Your orgasms are mine. Put it on low and take it off if you feel like you’re getting really close.”
Iris’s blue eyes blaze. Apparently, she likes this little game, whatever it is. With a flush in her pretty cheeks, she does as she’s told and the hum emanating from the vibrator becomes slower and deeper.
“Good girl,” I whisper softly. I leave my spot in the doorway to sit on the side of the bed, my cock straining against my shorts. “How long does it normally take you to reach the finish line with that thing?”
“So long, I’m embarrassed to tell you. You get me there way, way faster.”
The news makes my cock tingle. There’s nothing I love more than being the best in every sport I attempt.
“Is everything okay?”
I slide my fingertips across her bare thigh. “Hmm?”
She lets out a shaky breath. “The call from your business partner. Is everything okay?”
“Oh. Yeah. It couldn’t be better. Cameron just had a question about some numbers. Sorry the call took so long.”
Iris pouts. “I missed you terribly.”
“Poor baby. Let me make it up to you.” I peel off my shorts, freeing my straining cock, and slide onto the bed next to her warm body. As I get situated, Iris lifts the vibrator and reaches for me, but I gently tell her to keep the vibe going. But only on the lowest setting.
When Iris dutifully returns the vibe to its home, I spread her legs wide and start feasting on her inner thighs while fingering her. From her thighs, my mouth migrates to her hips and belly before stopping to feast on her hard, pebbled nipples. From her perky tits, I trail kisses down her belly again, while running my palms up and down her torso, until, eventually, Iris lets out a guttural sound and announces, “I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet.” I take the vibe from her, turn it off, and set it down.“Come sit on my face, baby. I want to fuck you with my tongue before I split you in two with my cock.”
Iris’s eyebrows shoot up as her lips part in surprise. “I’ve never done that.”
“All the more reason to do it now. Come here.Now.” I lie on my back with my head close the headboard and my hard-on straining toward my abs. “Don’t think about it. Just do it. Hold onto the bed frame with one hand while you press the vibe against your clit with the other. Keep it on low, and I’ll take you to heaven.”
With her chest rising and falling sharply, Iris takes the vibe and begins moving into position. “Are you sure you like doing this?”
“I love it.” In truth, I’ve hardly ever performed oral sex in this position. It’s the rare person who inspires me to make this kind of effort, honestly. But with Iris, all I want to do is make her feel good and come.Hard. Repeatedly.Rinse and repeat.
“When I squeeze your ass cheek twice,” I coo, “that’ll mean it’s time to press the vibe to your clit. Don’t do it before then.” When Iris doesn’t reply, I pat her ass cheek and add, “‘Yes, sir.’ That’s what you need to say to me whenever I give you a direct order.”
