She grinned at me before wiping her bottom lip with her thumb, just as the elevator doors dinged.
“Which one’s yours?” she asked curiously, looking up at me.
“All of it,” I said, just as the doors opened to my penthouse.
Her eyes widened slightly before she looked out into the entryway of my place. Stepping off the elevator, she turned to me in surprise before her expression changed to one mad with lust. I stepped forward, gripping her hips and lifting her up until her legs were wrapped around me. This night was far from over.
Chapter 11
Juliet
Juliet
If anyone were to ask me what the inside of Chester’s penthouse looked like, I would only be able to give a brief description.
Mid-century modern.
Great view.
Comfy couch. Living room rug. Bed.
Hell, even the walls were comfortable and I would know because my back was against one at one point as I cried out his name.
We had barely been in his place for thirty seconds before our clothes were off and he had my back pinned against one of the large white pillars in the entryway. His eyes roved over my naked body hungrily. So slowly that my impatience to feel him touch me again was taking over and my whole body squirmed in anticipation. It was as if he was the hunter, and I was his prey. I had never had anyone look at me the way he did, as if every inch of me was a delicacy.
“Please,” I whispered pleadingly.
“Please, what?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Stop looking at me like that and do something.”
“Do what?” he toyed.
I reached for him, desperate to bring him closer to me. His body of a god was torturously just inches away from me, abs on display, muscles rippling his arms. Watching him undress had been a damn work of art and my hands were trembling, wanting to feel his bare skin. His mouth. His cock.
Anything.
As my hands nearly skimmed his skin, he pulled away just as my fingertips were about to brush against him. He was teasing me, and enjoying every second. I sighed frustratedly, sinking back against the pillar and shooting him a glare. But then I had a thought. Two could play that game.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” I said softly, brushing my fingers up over my bare stomach to my breasts. I trailed my fingers up over them, watching as Chester’s eyes followed the movement. I circled my nipples and let out a pleasure-filled sigh. His expression darkened as he took a small step toward me.
“You know what I want you to say,” he growled.
I shook my head slowly, looking up at him doe-eyed. As I continued to massage my breast, my other hand traveled down past my navel to my inner thighs. His eyes followed. This was too easy. The power I felt only turned me on more, as if he didn’t do it enough for me. I ran my fingers over my slick opening, letting out a little gasp as I slipped my forefinger inside of where his mouth had been on the car ride home. I slowly curled my finger up and let out a moan.
Chester placed his hands on either side of my head on the pillar, his eyes never leaving my hand as it moved between my legs. His breath was becoming faster, his toned chest rising and falling. I could tell a storm was stirring inside of him and all I wanted was for him to unleash it on me, but he held his own. His fingers tensed around the pillar, the muscles of his arms flexing and releasing as he tried to hold himself back.
“What doyouwant to do to me?” I asked breathily, turning the question on him.
His eyes left my fingers that were wet with lust, and met mine, a full blaze of fire behind them. He grabbed my hips suddenly and turned me to face the pillar. I let out a gasp of surprise at howquickly he moved. Finding my balance, I placed both hands on the pillar and held on, bracing myself for what came next.
Chester leaned forward, his bare skin against my back. His mouth was mere centimeters from my ear as he whispered, “I want to fuck you until you see stars. Until my name is the only name on that fuckable mouth of yours. Until I’ve taken you on every surface of this apartment. Until my cum is dripping from that sweet pussy…again and again.”
My heart was racing. I wondered if he could hear how it pounded in my chest. I gripped the pillar a little tighter, as I jutted my hips back just enough to feel the tip of his cock against my ass. He let out a low moan as he squeezed my cheeks tightly, before his hands moved to my hips. His fingers dug into me as he positioned the slick tip of his cock against my opening. I was dripping with anticipation.
“Now, say it…” he said, a slight snarl to his voice.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
