She was out.
Asleep.
Done in.
As she would be.
Driven by something that had nothing to do with the lapse of time between his acquisitions of pussy, and everything to do with the woman right there at his side, he’d used her liberally to explore some of the surfeit of possibilities of drawing her to climax.
On the table before them was the detritus of the remains of raids on the fridge as well as a bottle of gin, a bottle of vodka, a bottle of vermouth, an almost-empty jar of olives, two martini shakers, a silver bucket of mostly melted ice, two empty martini glasses and the sludge left behind of a half-eaten gallon of ice cream that should have gone back into the freezer three hours ago.
His room had lit itself when the time came, lamps here and there, offering a welcoming light.
Stellan’s eyes were on the fire.
His breaths were coming deep, relaxed. Easy.
His last deposit of cum was seeping out of Simone, all over his thigh.
“Now this is fucking more like it,” he muttered.
And then slowly …
He smiled.
eight
A Man Who Has Everything
STELLAN
“Hold it.”
“Baby.”
“What did I say?”
“But, I—”
Both of them sitting up, Stellan’s hands were gripping the cheeks of her behind as she rode his cock. He adjusted one, gathering her wet then sliding his middle finger up her ass.
He watched her head drop back as she moaned, “God. That is not helping.”
He shoved his face in her throat, and as she fucked him, he fucked her ass.
“Faster, Simone,” he ordered.
“If I do that, I’ll come,” she whimpered.
He drove his finger deep, and with his other hand caught her hair in a tight grip, maneuvering her face to his own.
“Faster,” he growled.
She bounced on him faster, staring in his eyes, gasping against his lips, her gaze fuzzy, scattered, glorious.
He started fucking her ass again as he brought her mouth to his, tilting her head to the side, capturing her lips, and he assumed the same rhythm she was using on his cock with his finger and his tongue.
She took it for an admirably long time before she made a desperate noise down his throat.
He broke the kiss and whispered, “Now you can come, darling.”
She flew back in a total body arc, still bounding on his cock, head back, chest thrust forward, pure sex, pure beauty, all Simone, all his.
He slid his finger out, pulled her off his cock, but kept her on her knees.
Shifting out from between her legs and moving around her, he walked on his knees into her, pushing her closer to the headboard, grunting, “Tip.”
She lifted her ass.
He guided his cock and drove it home.
Jesus, yes.
Home.
Her head slammed into his shoulder.
Stellan again shoved his face in her neck as he fucked her fast, deep, and so rough, she had to reach out and latch onto the headboard to lock her arm or he’d drive her right into it.
“God, I love your cock,” she breathed.
This verbal confirmation was unnecessary.
But he was still delighted to get it.
He lifted his head and clipped, “Mouth.”
She turned her head and offered it.
He took her mouth, pounding inside her so hard, noises came from her throat, driving down his with each thrust until he broke the kiss, groaned, “Fuck, sweetheart,” his world cleared, went blank of everything but Simone, and he exploded inside her.
He came down with his cock buried to the root, his ass to his calves with Simone straddling his thighs, resting into him, essentially sitting on his shaft. His forehead was in her neck, one arm tight along her belly, the other arm slanted up, fingers wrapped around her throat.
“Just to say, baby, I’m not sure it’s necessary for you to make up for all the fucking you missed these last months in the expanse of twenty-four hours with me,” Simone joked breathily.
Smiling, he started stroking her throat but didn’t otherwise move his hand.
He did move his head to glide his lips up a cord at the side of her neck to her ear.
“Are you not enjoying yourself?” he asked there.
He felt her fingers curl around his forearm at her chest, and he lifted his head to catch her turning hers to look into his eyes.
“I didn’t say that,” she whispered, and her warm brown eyes got warmer. “Nice wakeup call, hot stuff.”
He felt his face get soft, then he moved in and kissed her even softer.
Unfortunately, he had to end it and say, “I need to shower and get to work.”
“And I need to test my walking and see if I’ve been struck bow-legged.”
He found himself laughing, then caught himself while doing it.
He’d never laughed while inside a woman, not in his life.
Thirty-nine years, innumerable partners, the same amount of playthings.
Not once.
“Stellan?” she called, the odd note of open concern in her voice, something he’d never heard her give so nakedly, taking him back to her.
“I’ve never laughed when I’ve been inside a woman,” he shared with her, just as openly.
He saw the surprise flicker in her eyes only a moment before they shut down.
Oh no she did not.
Not then, in that moment.
Not ever.
His fingers that were light at her throat, tightened.
“Simone,” he warned.
She was looking at his cheek.
She was also murmuring, “You need to get to work, and so do I.”
“Can you explain to me why I’m still hard inside you, we were sharing something beautiful after sharing something beautifully pleasurable, and now you’re miles away from me?”
She moved her gaze to focus on his eyebrows and replied, “Because we both should probably get a move on.”
He pulled out, and she cried out when he lifted her, turned her, and planted her astride his lap, sitting on his ass in his bed, caging her with his arms and pinning her in with his thighs.
“So, we got through the first day, and it was not painless,” he began. “But for you, it was relatively easy considering there’s a good deal of difficult issues to go over, and we haven’t even started. I own my company, so I can go in whenever I like. And I know Joel allows you to make your own schedule considering most of your work is out in the field, so even if he forced you to a schedule, he’d never know if you kept it. Since we can do as we wish, how about we start tackling those issues now? Hmm?”
“How about we not,” she retorted, her body and voice stiff.
He felt his eyes narrow. “That wasn’t actually me giving you a choice.”
“Stellan,” she snapped.
He moved one arm so he could use his thumb to press in at the scar on her lower right abdomen that he’d snagged the night before, then he moved it to the one that was an inch up and in and pressed there.
“Shall we start with these?” he suggested.
So abruptly he braced, she stared him direct in the eyes.
And spoke.
“I haven’t had a man inside me for over a year. And the last man was a sub I took in Aryas’s club in Vegas. And I took him because he reminded me of you.”
Stellan ran his hand up her side, over her ribs, breast, chest, to her neck, murmuring, “Simone.”
“I hadn’t had an orgasm in months, until you gave me one at the pit,” she declared. “Not even a handjob or likewise.”
“Darling,” he whispered.
“You want to go over issues? You want me to be real? You asked how long I’ve wanted you, Stellan. Here’s your answer, baby. Since the first second I laid eyes on you.”
“Simo—”
“Back when you were in love with Amélie.”
“We went over that, sweetheart,” he reminded her quietly, realizing he’d made another mistake, poked the lioness, and now he needed to soothe her back to a purr.
She tipped her head sharply to the side. “I’ve been hung up on you for years. Still feel like I’m a challenge?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered simply.
He could tell she processed that by the stunned flare in her eyes, but he couldn’t tell how she’d done it when she immediately pushed past it.
“I’ve never been on a date. Not one. Not in my life.”
“All right, honey, perhaps you should slow down.”