“A nice offer, but hooking up in the shower is a little like New Year’s Eve. You’re supposed to have thebest time ever, but it always ends up being a disappointment. There’s never enough room in the shower and someone is always getting water in their eyes and it’s basically terrible.”
“You might be right about the shower, but now I have to prove you wrong about New Year’s Eve.”
The image of kissing him at midnight was far too appealing. It was a gentle fantasy that would never be our reality. Better to be present for what we did have, which was a little over a week to enjoy ourselves before parting as planned. It was only disappointing if we framed it as what we couldn’t have instead of what we got to have.
“I’ll be long gone by then, Mr. Chase,” I reminded him, pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door in his face.
I heard a throaty chuckle. “I’ll be in the living room. Don’t keep me waiting too long or I might be forced to snoop.”
25
Alex
Isat on Elena’s couch feeling more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. The tension between us had been building all night until she’d let me feel her come on my hand. I was ready to feel that again, ready to taste more of her than the kiss she’d given me.
But what a kiss.
She talked about always being in control, but she kissed like something wanton and wild, a goddess who lived by her own rules.
The first time our mouths had met that night in the loft had been spontaneous and I didn’t know her at all. She’d had such an immediate effect on me, I’d thought it had to be calculated, another skill in her arsenal to bring her clients to their knees. Tonight, she felt as frantic as me, hands roving over my shirtless chest, hips grinding against mine while she made breathless sounds.
Elena appeared in the doorway, completely naked, the barest hint of a smile teasing her lips as she strode towards me. I’d planned to take the reins, but she didn’t even hesitate as she sank to her knees between my spread legs, looking like she was ready to even the score between us.
“Do you want this?” I searched her expression, wishing there was some way to know for sure that she really wanted to do this and wasn’t just offering because she thought I did. I couldn’t handle the idea of her doing this because I was her client. Or worse, because I was me.
“I’ll show you how much I want it.”
She unfastened my pants and her eyes lit up like she’d just unwrapped a present as she took me in her fist. She looked me in the eye, then licked her lips and worked my cock into her mouth.
Holy shit. I was going to make a fool of myself by coming immediately if I wasn’t careful. It didn’t really matter since we weren’t going to have sex, which was oddly liberating. But I wasn’t ready for it to be over for me that quickly.
She slid one hand down between her legs, taking as much control of her own pleasure as she was of mine, which was hot.
I groaned raggedly, no longer able to think clearly. I started to hit her throat, making her choke, but that only seemed to encourage her.
“Fuck, woman. I’m going to come too quickly. Stop for a minute.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.
She looked up at me with a challenge in her eyes, but didn’t break her rhythm.
Make me, Mr. Chase, she said with her expression.
I pushed on her shoulders, but that didn’t do anything. If I wanted her to stop, I was going to have to either try harder or safe out. She’d said there was never any shame in using a safe word, but I suspected I’d never live it down if I used it for a blowjob.
I fisted my hands, thrashing my head as I got closer to coming, at war with myself now because I didn’t want it to be over, but couldn’t bring myself to stop her.
I made a snap decision before it was too late, wrapping her hair through my fist and pulling, forcing her to let go and climb onto my lap. She looked surprised but excited, rewarding me with one of her rare, wicked smiles as I sucked in deep breaths and tried not to come. Just the sight of her lush curves on my lap might still be enough to push me over the edge.
Because she was naked and now straddling me, I could feel how ready she was for me, and I thought I might die from the torture. Her body was extending an invitation I couldn’t listen to. I reached down to adjust things so I was grinding against her clit, instead of probing dangerously somewhere I wasn’t allowed.
My hand was still gripping her hair, so I used it to pull her face to mine, kissing her hard and deep. Her lips slanted across mine, vying for control.
I ground her body back and forth over mine, making her moan against my mouth, our power struggle forgotten in the face of pleasure.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I said. I wanted her like she’d been at the party, desperate to come, but even more desperate to obey me.
She got that look in her eyes again and deliberately rocked her hips faster, flouting my command. I dragged her up and bent her over the ottoman.
“Oh God, yes.” She groaned. “Spank menow.”
