“Giiirl,” Monica sang from the doorway of my room. “My God, you’re even turning me on; you’re so hot. Twirl. I need to see the whole view.”
I laughed at my best friend as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, slowly turning in a circle, giving her every angle of my outfit.
Her outfit.
The one I’d stolen from her when I was searching for something to wear.
“What do you think?” I asked. “Is it enough?”
She fanned her face with her hand, gawking at me. “Enough?” She huffed. “If this doesn’t make Jenner fall to his knees, then there’s something seriously wrong with him.” She came closer, adjusting the shoulders of my sweater, tightening some of the curls that had fallen loose. “He’s going to die.” She shook her head. “I mean … diiie.”
I smiled. “I hope so.”
I faced the mirror, checking out the costume one last time. The short, pleated skirt ended at the top of my thighs, and the matching low-cut sweater vest and plaid tie showed off my belly button. Monica had been the naughty schoolgirl for Halloween, and when I saw this hanging in her closet, the idea sounded perfect, especially since Jenner had said he wouldn’t let me sneak away for class or to do homework.
“I promise you,” she said, “there’s no hope involved when it comes to men and sex.” She grabbed a tube of lip gloss off my dresser and dabbed some over my mouth. “He’s going to open the door to his hotel room and lose his mind. His dick’ll be so hard that he probably won’t even be able to talk.”
“Oh my God.”
“What? It’s true.” She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and checked the time. “Are you still meeting him in twenty?”
I nodded. “I only get three nights with him, Mon.” I swallowed. “It doesn’t feel like enough time.”
“Hey, it’s better than nothing at all, and that’s all you can ask for right now.” She grabbed the long coat I had to wear over the costume and helped me slip my arms through before resting the strap of my overnight bag over my shoulder. “Go have fun, do everything I wouldn’t do, and text me the juicy details if you ever come up for air.”
“I feel like Pretty Woman.” I glanced down at the long jacket. “It’s over eighty degrees outside. How obvious is it that I’m hiding something underneath?”
She lifted my chin. “Stop stressing over everything and go have earth-shattering sex—that’s all I want you to think about, nothing else, do you hear me?” She walked me out of my room.
At our front door, I turned to her and said, “Love you. So much.”
“Love you more.” She spanked my butt. “Now, go.”
I laughed as I headed down to the parking garage on the first floor of our building and climbed into the driver’s seat of my car. Jenner’s hotel was only a short drive, and I tried to stay as invisible as possible while I carried my bag through the lobby and into the elevator.
I held my breath as I knocked on his door.
It hadn’t been long at all since we’d seen each other, yet it felt like months. Because now, I was back to my life—school, homework, the grind of my senior year—but I didn’t feel like the same person, and I looked at everything differently. Before Vegas, I’d never experienced this type of connection with someone. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Jenner.
The thought was terrifying, and it felt impossible.
Maybe that was why I wasn’t prepared for the feelings that smacked me in the chest the second he opened the door.
“Hi,” I said so softly as I stared at his devastatingly handsome face.
Eyes that were boring through me.
Exhales that I could almost feel hitting my skin.
Lips that I remembered so fondly on my body.
Oh God.
He was dressed in a navy suit, his silver tie loosened, the glistening of cuff links on his wrists. I’d never seen him so formal, but I didn’t think he could ever look as sexy as he did now.
The outfit screamed lawyer. Success. Maturity.
This was no college boy standing in front of me.
This was all man.
My teeth sank into my lip as I added, “That suit looks amazing on you.”
A subtle, extremely hot grin tugged at his mouth. “My meeting ran late. I didn’t have time to change.”
“No complaints here.”
He reached for me. “Get in here.”
I was suddenly in his arms, our bodies pressed together, my bag falling from my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him, his mouth ravishing mine.
He tasted just the way I remembered.
The way I’d been dreaming about.
Of lust.
Desire.
Sensuality.
And the harder he kissed me, the more I felt.
He left my bag where it had landed and led me into his room, bringing me straight to the bed. He took a seat on the edge while I stood between his legs. His stare danced down my body, taking in the sight of me, the same way I had done to him in the doorway.
“It’s too warm out for that coat.” His gaze turned so hungry. I was instantly wet. “Jo, what’s waiting for me under there?”
“A present,” I whispered.
I pulled at the tie that kept the jacket secure, the sides falling open, revealing the costume.
“Fuck … me.” He pulled my jacket off and gripped my waist, holding me so tightly. His eyes dipped all the way to my four-inch heels, like he’d never seen me before, like his mouth hadn’t kissed every inch of my skin. “This is all for me?”
I felt like a plate of wagyu and Jenner was a ravenous carnivore.
“Every bit of it.”
He finally gazed up. “God, I’m one lucky motherfucker.” Our eyes met again. “You look fucking gorgeous.” He licked across his lips, as though he were getting ready to eat, gently tracing the area between my shirt and skirt. “Man, mmm …” He shook his head. “My dick is fucking throbbing.”
“What are you going to do to me, Jenner?” I widened my stance, revealing more of the garter belt. “I’ve been a bad, bad student.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of trouble have you gotten into?”
I shrugged so innocently. “I was caught doing something with my mouth.” I pulled on my bottom lip even though it was covered in gloss—gloss that had left a little sparkle on his lips from all our kissing. “Something that involved swallowing.”
“Jesus … yes.”
I got on my knees, the skirt lifting so high that it showed my ass as I unclasped his belt and unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper, freeing that delicious, long, wide cock. “Something like this …”
The tip had a small bead of pre-cum, glistening from the overhead light. When I’d done this in the club, the restroom stall had been slightly dark, and I’d had quite the buzz, so I couldn’t take my time or appreciate the view.
But now, I was sober.
I could see every inch of him—the veins that ran through his shaft, the bulge of his crown, the small slit with my gift at the end, the little translucent dot of cum. I stuck my tongue out, using just the tip to lick it up and swallow.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes glued to me. “You are fucking naughty.” His hand went into my hair, gripping my long locks, trying to guide my mouth lower.
But I stayed at the top, teasing around it. “Is that what you want?” I looked up at him naively. “My mouth on your cock?”
The look in his eyes was animalistic. “Fuck … yes.”
I should make him wait, test his patience, turn this into a torturous game that would result in him tying me up just to get my mouth.
But the truth was, I wanted to suck him off as badly as he wanted it.
So, I didn’t wait.
I parted my lips, and in one dip, I took in as much as I could until my throat threatened to gag.
“Goddamn it,” he roared, a sound so incredibly sexy.
I cuffed my hand around his base, leaning to the right and left as I bobbed, giving him pressure on both sides, at every angle, raising my fist to meet my lips. Even though I was sucking, my cheeks going concave, I still used my tongue, swiveling it around, allowing it to steer me up and down his dick.
And, my God, it was such a tasty one.
Wide to the point that I was almost having a hard time breathing, far too long to fit it all the way into my mouth, but a length that would easily hit that spot that was deep inside me, that would make me come after a few pumps.
A spot most men didn’t even know about.
But Jenner knew my body like we’d been intimate for years.
As though he’d studied the places that gave me the most pleasure.
As though he’d mastered me.
I didn’t let up. I didn’t slow.
With his cock teasing my throat, my tongue turning in every direction, I continued my assault until he pulled out of my mouth and said, “Get on the bed.”
His tone was hungry. Full of longing and dominance.
And that made every part of me tingle in anticipation.
I went to take my heels off, and he stopped me and said, “Leave everything on.”
The second my knees hit the mattress, he gave me a spank. A tiny yelp came through my lips. A sting followed that made me even wetter. I crawled to the head of the bed, knowing the skirt was so short that he could see my bareness, and I turned around to face him.
“Spread your legs.”
I bent my knees and gradually widened them, watching him stare at my pussy.
“Damn it, Jo.” His lips were parted, feral. A want so thick that I could taste it in the air. “You have the most stunning pussy.” He continued to gaze for a few seconds more before he said, “Don’t move.”
He went over to the closet, disappearing inside. When he returned, he had something in his hand that was white, revealing just a flash of it as he moved his arm behind his back.
“Do you trust me?” He stood at my side, his knees close enough for me to touch.
He’d never asked me that before.
He’d also never given me a reason not to trust him.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?” His eyes narrowed. “Because this is all about trust …”
Trust.
Air was caught in my throat, making it so difficult to take a breath, my body almost shaking. “Yes.”
He brought his hand around, showing the two pieces of coiled-up rope and the blindfold sitting on his palm.
Now, I understood the question.
He was taking away my ability to touch.
To see.
And if I didn’t trust him, this wouldn’t work, nor would it be enjoyable for either of us.
I’d only known him for a little over a week, but I didn’t sense he would do something I couldn’t handle. From what I could tell, Jenner was all about pleasure even if there was a small amount of pain involved.
“I trust you.”
He waited in case I changed my mind.
When he felt like he’d given me enough time, he lifted my arm and wrapped the rope around my wrist, tying me to the headboard. It wasn’t tight enough to burn me, but it was strong enough that I couldn’t move. He did the same to my other hand and then knotted the blindfold behind my head.
My world went completely dark.
I felt him move somewhere between my legs.
I heard his breathing.
Since I had to rely on my other senses, they were heightened, on overdrive, taking in every hint.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”
His words vibrated through me, and I felt each syllable.
“Tell me,” I whispered.
“You’re breathtaking—every fucking bit of you. I can’t stop staring at you. I can’t believe that I get to lick every inch of you and fuck you and do whatever I want to you …”
My back arched, his words as stimulating as foreplay, like a wave of air passing over me that made every part of me shiver. But as I flattened against the bed, there was movement from him, and my body immediately broke out in goose bumps when his hand landed on my thigh.
My breath hitched.
His fingers only gave me a light skim, but I still felt them everywhere, the fire igniting within me and spreading.
“Ahhh,” I moaned.
“It feels different, doesn’t it?”
He knew.
Because I was sure he’d done this before, and that didn’t surprise me.
“Yes,” I admitted, gasping as he traced my other leg. “Completely different.”
“Sensitive in a way you’ve never felt.”
I sucked in a mouthful of air. “Yesss.”
His lips were on me now—the only way I knew was from the wetness of his tongue. They started at my knee, kissing higher, leaving crumbs of tingles. His mouth wasn’t moving fast, but it was still hard to distinguish his whereabouts because his hands were everywhere—across both legs, flirting with the bottom of my skirt, taunting my inner thighs.
It all felt so good.
I wasn’t breathing.
I was only moaning.
And I couldn’t stop.
When I could finally suck in a breath, each exhale dragged through my lungs before I quickly filled them again. I couldn’t hold on to air for too long. I needed the release. I needed to control something, my breathing the only thing I had power over.
His lips went higher.
I still couldn’t tell his precise location. Sensations were starting to jumble, touches were turning to licks, kisses were now bites. My body was overwhelmed. I couldn’t grip, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t prepare.
I just had to take it.
And listen.
And feel.
And when his mouth eventually landed on my pussy, there was a pounding in my ears, a tightness in my throat, a lifting of my back.
“Mmm, Jo. You taste so fucking good.”
His tongue shot a bolt of energy through me, and I no longer felt my movements.
I’d even lost control of that.
I only felt him.
And it was a kind of pleasure I’d never had before.
Never one that was this intense. Never one that dragged a full scream from my chest as the mere flick of his tongue.
A flicker across the top of me. A long, thorough lick over the whole length. A quick bite, and then he sucked me into his mouth, brushing my clit with his tongue, instantly starting a build from somewhere in my body.
“Jenner!”
His fingers were teasing my pussy, circling, spreading my wetness before they plunged inside.
Not one.
I could feel two.
This was the most ruthless, melting combination.
The nibbling and licking.
The sucking.
The fingering.
I was gone.
Lost to what was happening in this incredible darkness that seemed to only bring me there faster.
“Oh fuck!”
I strained my wrists against the rope, trying to reach for him, for something, to hold on to anything, but I couldn’t.
And it soon didn’t matter.
“Tell me, Jo.” He licked harder. “Fucking tell me how good this feels.”
His tongue took no pause. It was after one thing, and my body was giving it to him.
“Oh God, I can’t make it stop.”
“Then, don’t.”
My knees fell inward, and he pushed them apart. My head fell to the right and then left, my back rising.
“I want to feel you come.”
That was all it took—that one tiny order—and my orgasm was stretching across my navel, into my nipples, going as low as my feet.
“Jenner!” I cried. “Yesss!”
It held steady, never wavering, never letting up.
“God, that’s one fucking gorgeous sight.”
I shouted, “Fuuuck,” and my fingers clenched like a pillow was underneath them.
“You look so sexy when you come.”
And it was still building, still throwing me toward that highest peak, where I felt nothing but this wild, pure satisfaction.
But something happened.
Something that made it even more mind-blowing.
He put a wet, primed finger in that forbidden back hole.
I couldn’t tell how far he went in, but an entirely new feeling was moving through me at a speed as fast as my climax.
A feeling so foreign because no one had ever been back there before.
I didn’t know what to expect, if it would add to what I was already experiencing.
But when I took my next breath, I moaned so loud that it felt like my body was making just as much noise as my mouth.
The combination was beyond words.
Beyond enjoyment.
And he was giving me quickness and more pressure, pulling what he needed from me—all of it adding to this storm.
My orgasm erupted.
“Oh my God!”
The rush, the shudders—now, I really couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it.” He licked. “That’s the cum I wanted to taste … and now, you’re finally giving it to me.” He was whispering, talking directly to my clit, suddenly so gentle. When his tongue stilled, he kissed the top of my pussy like he was saying good-bye, and he pulled his hand away.
As I tried to recover, he took off my skirt, and before I could even protest, he ripped the sweater off me, hearing the fabric shred from my body.
“Jenner!”
“It was taking too long,” he growled.
I was so sensitive. I yelled the moment his teeth surrounded my nipple, tugging on it through the thin lace of my bra.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “More beauty.”
There was the quiet opening of a drawer and the sound of foil, a snap of rubber.
He was back on the bed, and I couldn’t hold in the scream when he positioned himself between my legs, poking at that spot still buzzing from his tongue.
“If I’m too rough, I need you to tell me.”
“Rough?”
His lips were on my neck, lowering to my nipples, gnawing on one, and then the other, like he owned them. “I don’t think you realize how badly I want to fuck you.” His hardness probed my pussy, sliding in just the smallest amount before he pulled back out. “How I thought of nothing else during my flight here and during those long, excruciating hours I was in that meeting, thinking of all the things I was going to do to you.”
And now, he was teasing himself.
Again.
Building up the want.
The need.
And building me up.
“I think I can tell.” I inhaled and swallowed. “I can feel it.” The back of my head pushed into the pillow. “You’re so hard.” There was movement, and I hollered, “Ahhh!”
He was biting my nipple again, this time so much harder, sucking the end after to soothe it.
“You can’t, Jo.” His voice was like a lion’s roar. “You can’t even begin to imagine.” He was lapping one now, his tongue wide, giving me slow, torturous licks. “First, the wait, then watching you come. Now, staring at your cunt, knowing how fucking wet and tight it’s going to be.” He moaned, going in just a tiny bit deeper and immediately backing up. “You have no idea what hard feels like.”
“But I’m here now … and I’m all yours.”
His face hit my neck, his whiskers scratching the softness of my skin. “Say that again.” He kissed across my throat, dragging his beard. “Say those fucking words, so I can taste them.”
“You”—I quivered as he lowered, my body blazing—“have me now.”
In one quick thrust, he was fully inside me.
“Oh my God!”
This was entirely different than when his mouth was on my pussy.
But both completely overwhelmed me in opposite ways.
“Damn it, I was right. You’re so fucking tight.”
My body had been built for Jenner. There was no way I could take another inch. And each thrust, each pound of his hips, reinforced that.
But, oh God, it was the best feeling of my life.
“Yes!” I yelled. “Fuck me!”
Even though I was still recovering from his mouth, I could handle this. And I wanted more. I wanted to reach that place again that he’d brought me only minutes ago.
He pulled out and lifted my legs off the bed, circling them around what I assumed was his waist. He arched my hips in a way I could tell he was kneeling in front of me, drawing my ass up higher until I met his tip. That was when he gripped me hard, keeping me in place, and plowed into me.
My breath was gone.
My brain couldn’t process what I was feeling.
I could only take what he was giving me, and that was fierce, carnal strokes.
Ones that made me beg for more. “Pl-ea-se …” I cried, his pumps causing the air to stutter through me. “Do-n’t st-op.”
“You’re so fucking wet.”
That sent me right over the edge. Like fuel, each time he entered, a new flame licked through me.
“Jenner!” The build was coming on so strong. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”
That seemed to be what he wanted.
To own my orgasms.
To deliver them back-to-back.
Because instead of slowing, instead of letting the moment gradually happen, he increased his speed. He doubled his power. He twisted his hips to give me more friction.
And he hit that spot.
The one that was so deep inside me that no one had found it before.
But Jenner’s tip grazed across it each time he entered me.
And I couldn’t stop shaking.
I couldn’t control what was happening.
I just knew how good this felt and how lost I was.
I pulled against the rope, the burn not even registering. When I clung to his waist, I didn’t even realize it would send him in farther.
But I took it.
And I screamed, “Ahhh,” as the trembles shook my stomach and shot toward my chest, all the way down to my thighs. The shudders were like echoes, each pass wrecking me all over again.
“Fuck yes,” he barked. “I can feel it.”
The peak was holding steady, not dying, not even weakening.
“Jenner …” I was frozen in ecstasy. “My God!”
Just as it began to let up, my limbs turned numb, my breath leaving my lungs like it was never going to return.
And because he could always read my body, his movements slowed, his powerful thrusts softened.
His hand slid down my torso until he reached my nipple, gently brushing it.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
My pussy needed healing, and he was giving it to me, allowing me to find air again.
“I could watch you come all fucking day.”
His cock gave me a sharp jab, my back automatically lifting off the bed, and I was shocked that it hadn’t hurt. Rather, I wanted it. Needed it. An urge sprouting completely out of nowhere.
“Over and fucking over again.”
I shook my head over the pillow. “I don’t know if I can.”
He laughed.
A noise I hadn’t expected.
One that was almost sinister.
“Don’t test me, Jo. We both know I can make you come whenever I want to.”
There was pressure around my wrists, and then the rope loosened, my hand falling out of the hold.
He released the other one, and I went to reach for the blindfold and heard, “Leave it on.”
My hands dropped to the bed; the second they landed, there was more movement.
A repositioning.
He was lifting me, and suddenly, I was kneeling on the mattress.
I felt around, hitting hair and muscle.
His chest.
I was straddling him.
“Ride me, Jo. Make me fucking come.”
He was no longer inside me. But there was still wetness between my legs. So much that it was dripping out. I reached down, lightly tapping different spots until I found his cock, moaning when I had my fist around it. I led his head toward my pussy and tensed once I lowered over him, a friction and soreness I hadn’t expected.
“It’ll go away,” he promised, as though he were inside my head. “Once you get used to me again and once I start doing this.”
His actions earned an, “Oh!”
He was rubbing my clit back and forth, the surge returning like it had never left.
Like this was the first time he was making me come.
I dropped all the way to his base, using his chest to balance, and rose to his tip.
He was right; within a few dips, my body was accepting him again, need and desire replacing the soreness.
And there was even an ache to come again.
“Fuck … yes.” His fingers bit into my waist. “Own that fucking cock.”
I couldn’t imagine what I looked like while I rocked over him, but I could feel my breasts bouncing, my head falling back, my hair hitting the top of my ass. This new position placed him differently inside me, hitting a whole new spot, and it only took a few shifts of my hips, a couple twists, before I was right back to that place.
That feeling.
That build bubbling to the surface.
“Look at me.”
I straightened my head, trying to find my whereabouts, the blackness making it so difficult.
And then, out of nowhere, the blindfold was gone.
He ripped it from my face.
The light blinded me.
I froze, trying to get used to the sunlight and brightness in the room.
But he grabbed my hips and ordered, “Fuck me. Don’t you dare stop.”
I squinted until I could handle more and found my rhythm, feeling myself close in around him, hearing my wetness. Now that I had my vision back, I could appreciate his face again. His delicious emerald eyes, his delectable lips, the beard that had felt so incredible as it scraped my inner thighs.
Oh God.
“Look at me when you come.” He held my cheeks, locking our stare. “And fucking kiss me.”
I was breathless.
Sweaty.
So spent from all the orgasms he’d given me, but I leaned forward and smashed our lips together, his tongue filling my mouth.
I circled it, sucked on the end, until he pulled away and roared, “Fucking ride me, Jo.”
I could feel how close he was getting by his short, hard pumps, his hips jerking forward as he gripped me.
I wasn’t far behind.
I arched my back, using all the speed and power I’d saved for this moment.
“Fuck!” I cried.
Everything was starting to feel so good again, so sensitive, especially when he began to meet me in the middle, plowing his cock into me right before I lifted off him.
“Jenner!”
I was seconds away from losing it.
So, I leaned my face back, giving him my eyes like he’d demanded.
“Hell yes.” He held my neck. “Fucking come.”
And I did.
The orgasm completely owned my body, making everything inside me shudder and burst. The only thing I could focus on was his tongue as it returned to my mouth and these crests that washed over me, not even letting me gasp for air.
“Fuuuck!” he shouted, thrusting faster, harder. “Jo …”
I clutched him, waiting for him to break, and when he did, I wrapped my arms around him and took over the movements.
“Milk it.” His hands circled my back. “Fucking milk it.”
I gave him everything I had left, the bold, needy, quick sway of my hips, the turning that added the extra friction, a kiss that would drive him mad.
And it did.
He filled the condom, moaning, “Jo,” after each shot, and I didn’t still until his voice turned silent.
I kept him inside me, panting.
Relishing.
He pressed his nose to mine. “You’re a fucking animal, you know that?” He clutched my hair, pulling on the locks until my lips were aligned with his. “It’s like your pussy was molded just for me, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have it for the next three nights.” He pulled my lip into his mouth, sucking on it before he added, “We’re going to go take a shower and get this sweat off our bodies, and then we’re going to one of my favorite restaurants.”
I could barely decipher what he was saying.
I was full of sex.
Heat.
And him.
But I’d caught a few words and grunted, “Food. Yum.”
He grazed his teeth over the same lip. “A steak house … I know you have meat on the brain.”
It took me a moment, but I laughed.
“Not just any meat, Jenner. Only yours.”