Page 101 of Turn Me On
He drops another tantalizing kiss to my crown, sucking on the head. “Mmm. I think you deserve to get fucked and sucked at the same damn time by the man you missed,” he says, then hauls more of me into his mouth, sucking fervently. Soon we find a decadent rhythm here in the dark and the steam of the shower. Sounds of sex mingle with the patter of the water, the heat of the rainfall.
Zane digs his fingers into my hips while his mouth lavishes decadence on my length.
I’m caught up in the sensations spinning through me—his tongue, the toy, his hands. I can’t stand much more. I’m too intoxicated. My arousal owns me, but I need to last for what we’ve planned. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come,” I warn.
He pops off, then rises, maneuvering me off the toy. When I’m free of it, he clasps my face, meets my gaze. “This is us. This is how we fuck. And I love it.”
All I can do is answer with a guttural,me too,before he claims my mouth in a passionate kiss that’s a promise of what’s to come.
* * *
The setting is fitting. Work always came between us. Eventually, I let my obsession with it break us.
Tonight, the only business in this home is pleasure.
In my home office, he’s tied me to a black chair at my desk, binding my wrists to the arms with the sapphire tie I wore the first day in Venice and the burgundy one from the night I met him.
Zane stands in front of me, appraising me as I sit. I’m naked, and he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and that excites me, the power play.
“Look at you. Sitting here in your power chair, like a deal-making king. Gets me so fucking hot,” he says, rubbing his palm along the ridge of his erection tenting the towel.
My breath comes fast as I watch him stroke. “I can tell.”
“Someday, someday really fucking soon, I want to tie you up when you’re wearing one of your suits.”
“I’ll come home late from work. You’ll grab me by the tie,” I say.
“I’ll bind your hands with your expensive belt, and take you hard while you’re half-dressed in your tailored clothes,” he says, then gestures carelessly to the desk. “I’ll bend you over the desk. Same place where you find all those loopholes in deals,” he says, prowling past it, dragging a finger along the wood.
My dick twitches from the dominance in his voice. “Worked on yours right here.”
His breath hitches. He strides right up to me, runs a hand through my hair, then curls it nice and tight around my skull. Gripping me. “Fucking love this sexy brain of yours. How hard you work, Mad. Everyone knows how hard you work,” he whispers harshly, then bends, meeting me eye to eye, but still holding me fiercely. “But you know what they don’t know?”
I lift my chin, the answer coming instantly. “How I like to fuck,” I say, owning my pleasure.
A sexy rumble comes from his throat. “You work hard. You fuck hard,” he says. Then he drags his knuckles down my face. “But no one else gets to knowthat.”
“No one but you,” I say, finishing for him.
“Not a single soul but me.Ever,” he echoes, like we’re making another promise. We’ve always been exclusive but we couldn’t say so. Now, even though we haven’t discussed the details, we’re declaring ourselves out loud. “You know what I want right now?”
I do, and I crave it too. “Same thing I jacked off to last night,” I hiss out.
He groans like an animal. “Me fucking too,” he says, then he goes to his knees, grabs my hips, and tugs me to the edge of the chair. After he angles me, he licks a long line down my shaft and he doesn’t stop. He travels to my balls, sucking each one, then roams his tongue down to my ass. He flicks it there. Right there. A dark, delicious bliss rushes through me.
“Yes, this is my favorite,” he murmurs, then dives back in, licking me mercilessly.
My stomach tightens from the outrageous bliss. My chest heats up. The sensations are so intense. Then, they’re even better when he slides his hands under me, curls them tightly around my ass, moaning as he devours me. When he thrusts his tongue inside me for a few hot, delirious seconds, my brain flatlines. “Won’t last long if you do that,” I whisper.
That thrills him, it seems, since when he lifts his face, he looks savage and wildly happy. “Look what you do to me.”
He rises, whips off his towel, grabs his leaking dick. Like he’s so damn proud of how turned on he is.
Yeah, me too. “How about putting that hungry cock in me right now?”
Lazily, he slides a hand down his length. “Patience, handsome.”
“Fuck patience. Fuck me instead,” I taunt.