I bit my lip.
He sighed and flipped us so I was on top, then he turned my body so I was facing away from him. When I tried to get on his cock, he grabbed my hips to stop me and shifted me backwards so I was straddling his chest.
“Unlike you,” he said, “I’m not afraid to ask for what I want.” He put a hand on my back and urged me to bend forward. “Like right now, I want this stubborn slut to wrap her lips around my cock.”
I did as he asked and took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his thick head and sliding up and down slowly until he was lubricated enough that I could take most of him with each stroke.
He lifted my hips so I was on my knees, making me acutely aware of how close that put my pussy to his face.
He spread me open with his thumbs and I could feel his breath against me when he said, “I’m not afraid to tell you I want to sink my cock into this pretty pink pussy.”
His tongue slid over my clit and I groaned around his cock, bobbing my head eagerly to encourage him.
“Or that I want to make this ass mine because I was too scared to take it when I was a kid.”
He replaced his tongue with a thumb rolling lightly across my clit and then his tongue stroked across the bud of my ass, that forbidden, mortifyingly sensitive place.
Shame licked through me because it felt so good I couldn’t resist spreading my legs wider, arching back to offer him anything he wanted to claim.
If his cock hadn’t been in my throat, I would’ve been making an embarrassing keening sound, but as it was it came out as a muffled moan. This was a boundary we’d never crossed before, territory we’d never explored. I wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about anal, and it wasn’t something I ever did with clients because it took too much trust, but with him? I’d try anything.
“I’m gonna come,” he said suddenly, and I kept moving, swallowing reflexively until he was finished.
He lifted me off him and dumped me unceremoniously on the bed so he could get up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, hating how whiny I sounded.
“To take a shower. We’re apparently done here…unless you want to ask me for something?”
I glared. “Don’t need you. Enjoy your shower. I’ll be right here getting myself off.”
He grinned and leaned over me. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he sang softly in my ear, “All alone in your bed…thinking of me…”
Before the words had sunk in, goosebumps crept down the skin of my neck at hearing him sing again, even if it was just a hushed grumble of a line. And then I connected what he’d actually said.
I threw a pillow at him, but it hit the doorframe as he went through it. He was still laughing when he closed the door to his bedroom.
There went my amazing, well rested mood. Now I was horny with no way to fix it because I sure as fuck wasn’t about to masturbate thinking of him. And had no chance of not thinking of him.
And he damn well knew it.
30
ZANE
Now
By the time I got out of the shower and pulled some clothes on, Maia was in the enormous sitting room eating what looked like High Tea from an elaborate tray of offerings. My assistant had dropped off an assortment of clothing, so Maia was wearing a deep blue silk jumpsuit that covered her from wrist to ankle. It was still somehow sexy as fuck because of the way it clung subtly to her curves.
“You look nice,” I said, looking her up and down again. “Sophisticated. No one would ever know what a dirty girl you are.”
She looked away, but I caught the way she flushed.
Her eyes flicked back to mine. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve travelled with a client. I’d forgotten how pleasant it can be to be spoiled by someone who’s obsessed with me.”
I choked back a laugh. She was trying to retaliate by reminding me I paid her to fuck me, that she was only here because I was a client.
Two can play that game, baby girl…
