Lip Service [Private Relations 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 10

  By the time they made it back to his place, Chloe had to head straight home. She had come over on Friday night, and hadn’t gone home since. He was surprised to find that he not only didn’t want space, but he was actually missing her already.

  Chapter 13

  Tuesday evening, Chloe was stretched out on Chris’s bed. She’d come over after work with takeout. After their meal, they’d moved into the bedroom so he could pack for his trip to Phoenix. He methodically moved from his dresser and closet to the suitcase, then back again.

  “Wow,” she said, “It looks like you’ve gotten this whole packing thing down to a science.”

  Grimacing, he said, “Yeah. I really wish I didn’t though.”

  Her hand propped up on her chin, she said, “It’s a necessary evil for work though, right?”

  “It is,” he agreed. “I just hate the initial meetings, mostly. It feels like I’m being trotted out as the company’s token athlete. People say things like, ‘Tough break about the knee,’ and proceed to ask me ridiculously personal questions about it. It gets old.”

  “Of course it would. That’s fucking rude.”

  Snorting now, Chris said, “No kidding.”

  “At least,” Chloe said, pausing to choose her words carefully, “once they actually speak with you a little bit, they realize you’re much more than that. You’re too good at what you do for them to not see it.”

  Continuing now, seeing that he’d stopped packing to look at her, she said, “They probably feel a bit embarrassed. It’s really shortsighted to look at someone and expect there to be nothing but some shit that happened over a decade ago. Your past may open some doors, but you’re still the one that gets to walk through them.”

  Walking toward the bed, he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers and said, “Thank you.”

  “Any time,” she said, smiling.

  Straightening back up, he moved toward the bathroom. A moment later, he came back out, carrying a toiletry kit. He placed it in the suitcase, and then zipped it up.

  Moving the suitcase, he said, “And, done.”

  Smiling, Chloe said, “Oh! I was able to take next Friday off if you still wanted to do that.”

  “Oh, good. You’re okay with staying all weekend? Or are you going to have school stuff due?” he asked.

  “I’ll wrap it up during the week. It’ll be great to get away and relax.”

  Flopping down next to her, he said, “Agreed.”

  Adjusting herself so she was curled up against his side, she rested her head on his chest and said, “So three whole days, huh?”

  “Yeah,” he said with a grimace. “I hate Phoenix.”

  “Never been. Don’t think I need to go anywhere where it can be one hundred fifteen degrees in the shade,” she joked.

  Wincing, he said, “Not helping me here.”

  Rubbing her hand on his chest, she said, “Poor baby.”

  She continued to run her fingertips lightly along his chest. When she strayed slightly to the side, he shifted and moved, flinching slightly.

  Stilling her hand, her eyes widened.

  She said, “Oh my gosh, Christopher. How have I known you for this long and not known you were ticklish!”

  Narrowing his eyes, he said, “Do it and you’ll pay.”

  She stared at him for a moment, weighing her options, and then said, “Might be worth it!”

  Rolling on top of him, she proceeded to tickle him until he was squirming.

  “Stop! Stop. I’m totally going to toss you off me in a second and I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, laughing and twisting.

  “Then just let me keep tickling you then,” she said, smirking as she continued to tickle his ribs.

  Before she could even register what had happened, he had flipped her so she lay partially underneath him now and had her hands pinned above her head.

  She just blinked at him now, shocked at how quickly he had switched their positions. Shocked and, oddly, also a little aroused.

  He eyed her speculatively, then said, “You look all hot and bothered underneath me now. I think you like it when I get a little rough, Chloe. You’re full of surprises.”

  She considered this and said, “I am full of surprises, aren’t I? I find myself responding to a lot of things I didn’t think I’d be into. Something about the combination of us together.”

  His eyes continuing to assess her, he said, “I know what you mean. It’s never been this intense before. I’ve made jokes about it, but you might seriously have ruined me for other women.”

  Dipping his head down to her neck now, he began alternately kissing and swirling his tongue against the column of her neck. He continued, mumbling against her sensitized flesh, “There’s just something about the way you respond to me that makes me want to fuck you until neither of us can see straight.”

  Moaning at his words and the barrage of sensation he was creating, she said, “The second you put your mouth on me, my brain just shuts off.”

  Raising his head, he released her hands now. Rolling onto his side, he propped his head against one hand. She moved her body to stretch out against his.

  Cupping her face with the other, his mouth descended to hers in a slow kiss.

  She immediately parted her lips, allowing him entrance. She wrapped one arm around his waist, stroking the lean muscles in his back. Hearing him moan against her lips, she slid her hand under the back of his shirt to lightly drag her nails across his skin.

  His hand roamed down from her hair to stroke the length of her body. Her mouth breaking away from his, she began to press light kisses against his neck. Licking a trail up the side of his neck, to his ear, she heard his breathing quicken. Drawing his earlobe into her mouth, she gave it a quick nip.

  The hand that had been roaming against her back moved to her bottom now, gripping it with his palm. She took this as a sign to continue. She moved her mouth back to his neck, sucking and her way downward. Incredibly turned on now, she bit down against the sensitive flesh just above his collar bone.

  She heard a low moan of approval at the back of his throat, then felt the stinging slap of his hand against her ass. The initial jolt caused her to jerk her head back and cry out in surprise. He rubbed his palm lightly over the spot he had smacked and looked at her.

  Raising his eyebrow questioningly, he asked, “Yes? No? You said you were curious.”

  Considering for a moment, she nodded at him and said, “I think, yes.”

  “Let me know if it becomes a no,” he said.

  “Count on it.”

  Leaning his head down now, he brushed his lips over hers and smiled.

  Sitting up, he rolled off the bed and said, “Come over to the end of the bed. Let’s do this right.”

  He pulled her up so she stood in front of him. He began slowly removing her clothes. When he had finally stripped her down to nothing but a pink lacy thong he eyed her appreciatively and said, “Mmm. Let’s leave those on.”

  Uncertain now, she stood there until he said, “Lean over the end of the bed for me?”

  Complying, she braced her hands against the edge of the bed.

  He slid his palm against her ass again for a moment, then pushed aside the damp crotch of her panties to toy with her pussy. Groaning, he said, “You dirty girl. You’re soaked.”

  She felt him thrust his fingers into her wet channel, and moaned. He slowly worked his fingers in and out of her until she pressed back against them. Removing them, he began rubbing his palm gently over the curve of her ass.

  Wrapping his hand in her hair, he tugged her head back. He continued to rub her gently, until she felt and then heard a crack as his palm connected with her bare ass. There was a momentary sting, followed by a rush of warmth. She moaned and felt her body sway forward slightly with the contact. She rebraced her hands against the edge of the bed.

  Rubbing his hand against her warm ass cheek again, he let his fingers stray between her thighs and asked, “More?”

 
Gasping at the sensation of his fingers inside her, and the warm tingle his hand had left behind, she said, “Yes.”

  Tightening his hand in her hair again, he brought his palm down against her other cheek. This time she cried out, feeling more pleasure than pain. He stroked his palm along her cheek again, rubbing it gently. She had no warning at all this time. He cracked his palm against her ass again, this time lower, almost where her thigh began. She let out a low whimper, her legs swaying slightly.

  He delivered two more strokes before she finally panted out, “Enough,” as she gasped for breath. Stretching her neck when he released her hair, she stood up and turned to face him.

  He tilted her chin up and examined her face. Seeing her dazed expression, he asked, “You okay?”

  Nodding at him, she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be fucked quite this badly. I can’t even express how hot that was.”

  Continuing to scan her face, he asked, “Are you sure?”

  “That I’m okay or that I need you to fuck me now? Yes to both of those questions,” she said, a smile pulling at her lips now.

  He gently pulled her panties down, careful not to drag them over the pink tender skin on her bottom, then quickly shed his clothes and moved back onto the bed.

  Pulling her with him, he said, “Climb on top.”

  Chloe immediately moved to straddle him, positioning his rigid erection at her opening. When she slid down on him, they both cried out with the sensation.

  “Fuck, Chloe. You’re so wet,” he groaned.

  She tilted forward now, bracing herself on her forearms. Her breasts now brushing against his chest, she began to work her hips against him. She could still feel the warmth and vibration of his palms against her ass, though he hadn’t touched her there since they’d gotten on the bed.

  He moved his hands immediately to grip her hips tightly but still allowed her to control the motion.

  After only a few moments, the delicious friction became overwhelming. She felt her lower body tighten in anticipation of the orgasm to come. Rolling her hips as she slid up and down his length, she began to whimper with each stroke now. Feeling the tension in her lower belly as it expanded outward, she panted, working her hips frantically against his.

  When she felt her rhythm falter, he took control. Still gripping her hips, he now held her in place and slid into her from below. The slight change in pace and angle of penetration was all she needed to push her over the edge. She came apart above him, screaming out his name.

  She vaguely registered his movements as he continued to slam into her. A moment later, he cursed, then let out a harsh groan. Sliding his hands up, he pulled her down against him as he exploded inside her.

  She collapsed against him for a minute, panting heavily. He wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her to him, and placed a sloppy kiss against the side of her face. Continuing to run his hands over her back, he placed a row of kisses against her shoulder.

  Eventually leaning back, she crawled off of him then collapsed on her side right next to him. When her breathing finally returned to normal, she said, “I can mark that one off my bucket list now.”

  “You had spanking on your bucket list?”

  Nodding, she said, “I’ve got all kinds of things on my bucket list. Going to Paris, getting a tattoo.”

  He considered that for a moment and said, “Well, then I guess I can mark it off mine too.”

  “I typically try to refrain from asking about previous partners, but now I really want to know. Is that the first time you’ve done that?” she asked.

  “I’ve done a little tying up, but that’s really about it. Honestly, I don’t think any of my previous partners would have been into the idea, but I didn’t even feel comfortable enough to ask them. You’re the only one that I’ve really explored this side of myself with,” he said.

  Ignoring the feeling that surged through her at his admission, she asked him, “How did you feel about it?”

  She was incredibly curious now that she realized he wasn’t as experienced as she’d suspected with this whole dominance thing. She figured since this was sexually based in nature, it didn’t qualify as nagging. What guy didn’t want to talk about sex after all?

  “I wasn’t sure how I’d like,” he said, honestly. “I don’t particularly want to hurt you, ya know?”

  Turning on his side now to face her, he said, “But once it was clear that you were enjoying yourself, it really turned me on. Seeing my palm prints on your ass was pretty fucking hot. What about you? Did it live up to your lofty expectations?”

  Considering, she said, “It’s not something I would necessarily want to do every day, but I really enjoyed it. Who’d have thought I’d want a little pain with my pleasure? There’s something insanely sexy about that. I don’t know that I’d want to do that with another partner. There’s just something about us together that makes me feel safe enough to indulge that side of myself.”

  Holding her hand up, she said, “And don’t get offended that I called you safe, please. It doesn’t mean at all the same thing as it did last time.”

  He crassly said, “Considering my cum is currently dripping down your thighs, I’ll overlook it.”

  She made a face as if to say, “Really?”

  He ignored the look and continued on, saying, “I trust you more than I’ve trusted my previous partners. I feel less apprehensive about your reactions. I understand what you mean when you say safe.”

  Nodding, she agreed, “That’s exactly it.”

  Rubbing his hand gently across her butt, he asked, “Still hurt?”

  Shaking head, she said, “It’s a foreign sensation, but I wouldn’t say it hurts. I am definitely aware that it’s there though.”

  He adjusted to move under the covers and gestured for her to join him.

  She scooted herself under the covers next to him and then said, “Three whole days.”

  Grimacing, he said, “Yep, three whole days. Have anything fun planned?”

  “Yeah. It’s gonna be crazy. I’ll go home and do all this homework I have, maybe hang out with my brother,” she said, laughing at herself.

  He snorted at her and then said, “We really need to talk about this wayward behavior of yours.”

  “I know. Sometimes I just go a little crazy,” she said, yawning.

  Stroking his hand through her hair, he asked, “So do I get to keep you tonight or are you leaving me?”

  Eyeing him, she asked, “What time are you leaving for the airport?”

  “Like, 5:00 a.m.,” he mumbled.

  Really laughing now, she said, “I’m not getting up at 5:00 a.m. So, I’ll be taking my leave tonight.”

  Pausing, he said, “I could give you a spare key. You could just lock up when you leave if you wanted?”

  “Hmm,” she said noncommittally, her lids drooping.

  “For some strange reason, it turns out your terrible snoring lulls me into a peaceful night’s sleep,” he said, sounding mildly confused.

  Her eyes shot open now. Raising her eyebrow at him, she said, “Sure, since you put it that way.”

  “Anything else on your sexual bucket list you feel like telling me about?” he asked, blinking drowsily.

  “Hmm. Having an orgasm in public,” she said, not hesitating.

  “Oh really?” he asked, intrigued now. “How public?”

  “People everywhere. What about you? Any unfulfilled fantasies I can take care of for you?” she asked, voice soft now.

  “A couple, actually. Well, actually, one of them would be impossible. Never mind.”

  Tilting her head to look at him now, she said, “Impossible?”

  “Yeah. I’d be incredibly interested in seeing you with a woman, but we did agree to no other sexual partners,” he said.

  Staring at him for a moment, she said, “Our agreement doesn’t exclude a little hot make out though, right?”

  His eyes widened and he said, “I don’t think it was explicitly discu
ssed, but I am one hundred percent certain that I’d make an allowance so long as I could watch.”

  “Yeah?” she asked.

  He nodded immediately.

  Smiling, she said, “Noted for the future. What’s the one that I can help with?”

  “The one you will be helping me with,” he said, “is the one where I fuck you senselessly on the bow of my boat in broad daylight.”

  “I was kind of hoping we’d do that at some point. When you had your shirt off and we were lying on the bow, I wanted to lick every inch of you. I feel like that could translate nicely into boat sex,” she said with a grin.

  “Count on it,” he said.

  Smiling, she said, “Now I’m sure to have some pretty great dreams.”

  Tilting her chin up, he pressed his lips to hers briefly.

  Once their mouths parted, she rolled over on her side facing away from him. He rolled behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

  “Night,” she said, a smile creeping across her face.

  Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he said, “Night, baby.”

  Chapter 14

  By the time he walked in the door, he was completely wiped out. He immediately walked into the bedroom and dumped the dirty clothes out of his suitcase and into the laundry basket. Laying his suits across the chair in the corner, he made a note to take them for dry cleaning on Monday.

  Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he walked into the bathroom, dropped off his toiletry kit, then turned the shower on. His flight had been delayed. He hadn’t even left Phoenix until almost 10:00 p.m.

  The trip home had been utterly fucking miserable, too. He hadn’t been able to upgrade to business class, so he’d been stuck in between a mother with a screaming baby and a chatty old man. He was just thankful that it had been a short flight, because he was pretty sure he’d just gotten a glimpse into hell.

  Moving to stand under the steamy spray, he was grateful to be home.

  He’d had a couple of conversations with Chloe when he’d been gone, but only for a few minutes at a time. He’d been looking forward to her coming over tonight but when it became clear he wasn’t getting home until pretty late, they revised their plans.