“I’m going to eat you out, Ari,” I say hoarsely, eyes locked on hers as I toss her shorts aside. “And you’re going to be a good girl and let me.” A shiver courses through her when I nudgeher thighs open, and I break eye contact to look at her pussy, all pink and wet, glistening with arousal. For me. Because of me. The need to possess and make this stubborn girl mine is overwhelming, and now, I can’t separate the bodyguard from the man anymore. Not when they both want her.
Mine.
The word echoes in my head when I lean in and kiss her inner thighs, groaning when I catch the sweet scent of her arousal, so goddamned intoxicating. With a growl, I push forward and drag my tongue along her slit, sliding through her wet flesh and gathering the sweet and tangy taste of her arousal.
Fuuuuuck!
Something breaks in me. The little shaky wall that kept reminding me of how much of a bad idea it is to touch my client crumbles into dust, and all reservations break. I’m a man, hungry for the taste of a woman he should know better than to want but can’t stop—won’t stop.
Mine!
I grip her hips and bury my face in her pussy. I lave my tongue over it and worship it—worship her. Her moans and cries barely register in my head as I seek more of her intoxicating taste, losing myself in the soft feel of her. Arianna writhes on the bed, hips rising to chase my hungry tongue. But I want more. I want to drive her crazy.
Her cries grow louder when I reach up and knead her tits, pinching the swollen nipples between my knuckles and tugging gently.
“Oh God…Conor. Yes, oh…I can’t,” she sobs, sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging hard, making my own aching cock demand to be in her wet heat now.
Her stomach shudders when I flick her little swollen bud with my tongue, her drenched core painting my face with arousal. She’s close—I can tell by the way her thighs begin to tremble, and her breath catches in her throat.
“Let go for me,a rún.”
“I can’t,” she sobs, her fingers tightening in my hair. “It’s too much. I can’t!”
“Do it!” I growl, wrapping my mouth around her clit and sucking just as I pinch her nipples between my fingers, making her scream. She thrashes on the bed, her hips flexing and pussy pulsing under my tongue. I lick her through the waves of pleasure, lapping at her trembling flesh until she’s a trembling mess, sobbing and shaking.
I watch her through it, taking in every reaction she makes and filing it into my memory. And heavens, she’s quite the sight to behold. Every flushed inch of her.
And I want her.
Christ, I want to be inside of her, but I don’t believe I’ll last more than a couple of seconds in that tight pussy.
I pull down her legs and surge up her body, eyes locked on hers as I tug down my sweatpants, groaning as I take my hard cock into my palm. I drag my eyes over her sexy body, taking her in as I stroke my cock, faster and harder. The taste of her clings to my senses, pulling me closer to the edge, and I realize that I’m not going to last long.
“Conor,” she whispers, blinking up at me as I stroke my cock. “Can I help?”
Maybe it’s the way she says it or how she’s looking at me when she does—all naked and vulnerable. Or perhaps it’s a combination of both, but it sends me over the edge. I climax witha roar, head thrown back, muscles straining as I spill all over her stomach and chest, painting that soft skin with my cum. I growl as I stroke my cock through the orgasm, milking it with my fist until there’s nothing left.”
“Fuck!” I hiss, taking in the beauty watching me, feeling more relaxed than I have since we started the trip. Arianna looks so fucking sexy wearing my cum all over her, and I would let her wear it longer if I could help it, but I need to clean her up.
“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing my thumb over her rosy cheek.
“Yeah,” she says, blushing fiercely when I lean down and press a kiss over her breast. I chuckle and climb off her, tucking my cock back in my sweatpants before heading to the bathroom where I grab a wet towel and bring it back to clean her up. I dispose of the towel and join her back in bed, pulling her under the covers with me. I don’t hesitate to pull her close.
“Rest now,a rún,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her forehead. “Tomorrow, you’ll tell me what it is that’s bothering you.”
Arianna tenses against me for a second but quickly relaxes and leans into my touch when I rub a hand down her back.
“Goodnight, Conor.”
Chapter Five
Arianna
For someone who is not a morning person, Conor sure is up and early before the alarm goes off. I, on the other hand, seem sluggish compared to the energetic man, and when he offers to drive, I don’t fight him on it.
Between Conor and my stalker fan, I don’t think I’m in the right mindset to take the wheel for the twelve-hour journey ahead. I can tell Conor wants to talk, but the second I slide into the passenger seat, I put on my headphones before he can speak. I can’t talk about what happened last night.
I can’t think about it.
