“Don’t you want to…” The words die on my lips as I turn to find Duke with his fist wrapped around his cock. He twists his wrist and pumps himself in sync with the hand he’s using on me. Tension coils around my core so tightly I groan.
“You like watching me fuck my fist, don’t you, Grace?” Duke asks without breaking rhythm.
“Yes,” I gasp out as my insides turn molten. “And I’ll like it more if you spread your cum over my tongue. Over my tits.”
A grunt escapes as his hand moves faster. “Then you need to come fast because I can’t hold back much longer,” he hisses. “Come for me, Angel. Come for me right fucking now.”
I’m already there, hovering over the precipice and Duke’s command is all it takes to tip me over the edge. I’m falling as I let go and then flying, carried by the wave of ecstasy that has me throwing back my head as I cry. “God, yes! Yes, Duke.” Another wave hits. And another. “Anything for you.” I’m slowly coming down. “Anything.”
“Lie down. On your back,” Duke says through gritted teeth as he fights his own release. “Now.”
I happily collapse onto the floor and Duke straddles my waist. He fists himself with renewed urgency, leaning forward as I lift my head. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue as the first stream of cum shoots from his pulsing cock.
“Fuuuuck,” Duke cries out as he coats my tongue some more. “Let me paint you, Grace.”
He rips open the oversized shirt I’m wearing and hums through his release as he covers my breasts with ribbons of cum. While I swallow his salty seed, Duke pumps himself dry. He falls forward when he’s done, bracing against one arm while he collects the cum dripping from my chin and pushes it into my mouth. I hold his gaze as I suck his finger.
The man smiling down at me bears no resemblance to the stony-faced security guard who almost threw me out of the hotel last night. There’s a sparkle behind those eyes when he says, “Who knew we’d get to the point where I could make you come on command.”
I cup his face, my thumbs stroking cheeks that have become rough with stubble. “I feel safe with you, that’s why,” I explain, which is only a part truth.
Yes, Duke has provided a safe space for me to be vulnerable, but at the same time, he’s made me feel capable. Not judged. Not pressured. I feel seen. Cherished. Loved. Not in the romantic sense. That would be ridiculously fast. But cared for on a human level.
Tears well in my eyes at the thought of saying goodbye. Until Duke taps my nose. “Come on,” he says. “I need a shave and I still owe you that shower. No fucking. Just pampering. We still have a whole day to get through.”
My heart stutters. “What do you mean, a day?”
“You don’t need to be anywhere, and now I don’t either,” he says, standing up. “I’ve revised my schedule and I won’t be heading back to Chicago until eight tonight.” He pulls me to my feet and scoops me into his arms, bridal fashion. “And I don’t intend to leave this room all day.”
Chapter 6
Grace
Duke strokes a thumb along my forearm resting on top of his. With my back pressed against his chest, I can feel the rise and fall of his steady breaths. I’ve been sitting between his legs for almost two hours now, and other than reaching across the bed for popcorn, we haven’t moved. He’s gone very quiet.
I pull his arms to tighten our embrace. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re enjoying this movie.”
“Shush,” he says, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn and feeding them to me.
It keeps me quiet and I let him watch the ending without interruption. Right up to the moment the boy gets the girl.
“Your verdict?” I ask, tilting my head to him after he switches off the TV.
“Not my usual kind of movie.”
“That’s what you get for letting me choose.”
Duke had pampered me thoroughly in the shower this morning before spending the next few hours getting memessy again – also thoroughly. He’d made me coffee and we’d had a late breakfast, or was it an early lunch? We’d dozed a little and fucked a little more until he suggested watching a movie.
I suspect it was a ruse to avoid anything close to a serious conversation about… Well, about anything. Duke might have modified the parameters of what was meant to be our one-night stand, but there’s still an expectation that this is a one-off.
Was that why I picked a movie where the couple have their meet-cute then leave it to fate to bring them back together? Of course it was.
Duke kisses my nose and I settle back against his chest. I bite my lip. Do I say it? Should I say it? If not now… “Do you think we’ll ever meet again?”
“We live in different cities.”
He doesn’t say it as a problem to be overcome, but a simple statement of fact. It answers all the questions I’ve been wrestling with while he watched the movie. He doesn’t want a second date. He doesn’t want a long-distance relationship. He doesn’t want more than this. Not with me.
