Lip Service [Private Relations 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Nodding, he said, “I’ve wanted to do this for longer than I care to admit, Chloe.”

  After a long moment, she nodded and said, “I have to know.”

  He closed the distance between their mouths and brushed his lips gently across hers a few times, then backed away. He was watching her intently, as if he was waiting for her to make the next move.

  Not nearly satisfied with the brief contact, she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. Her hands locking behind his neck, she urged his mouth back down to meet hers. Complying with her request, he kissed her again. He began to softly nibble at her lips, then drew her lower lip into his mouth and gently sucked on it.

  Sighing, she pressed herself more firmly against him and slid her hands into his hair. When he released her lower lip, she immediately parted her lips for him, letting his tongue sweep into her mouth and stroke against hers. Tilting her head, she drew him even closer and deepened the kiss.

  His hands moved from the counter to pull her body flush against his. They roamed restlessly up and down her back as they continued their slow exploration of each other’s mouths.

  By the time the kiss ended, Chloe was almost light-headed.

  Panting, she leaned her forehead against his chest for a second then looked up at him and said, “Wow.”

  Still slightly out of breath himself, Chris released her and took a step back.

  After a brief moment, he laughed and said, “Gee. It’s a shame we don’t seem to have any chemistry, Chlo.”

  Tilting her head to the side, she considered his statement, then said, “Yeah. I know.”

  Her lips twitching irrepressibly, she patted him on the arm, then added, “Maybe if you practice a little more, you’ll get better at it?”

  Giving him a pitying glance, she scooted around him as if she was going to make her way back into the living room.

  She only managed a total of three steps before he reached out, whirling her around to face him. Before she could speak, his arms shot out. Gripping her hip with one hand and cupping the back of her head with the other, he pressed her back against the door of his refrigerator with such force that she could hear the bottles and jars inside the door rattling with the impact.

  * * * *

  Chloe felt a wave of pure lust surge through her body as he used the hand tangled in her hair to tilt her head back, then slammed his mouth down on hers. Any previous traces of hesitation were completely gone. As their tongues mated, she moaned into his mouth.

  Rolling her hips against him, she wrapped her hands around his waist. Sliding her hands underneath the edge of his shirt, she was dying to feel his bare skin against her palms.

  Groaning in response, he pressed his obvious arousal into her belly. Breaking his mouth away from hers, he said, “Jesus Christ, Chloe. You’re going to kill me here.”

  Using the hand tangled in her hair to direct her again, he exposed the column of her neck, then started to drag his teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh. She whimpered, feeling arousal begin to bloom low in her belly.

  He slid his other hand, the one that previously gripped her hip, up to cup her breast. His thumb lightly stroked her nipple through her T- shirt as he continued to place hot openmouthed kisses against her neck.

  Moving back from her neck, he untangled his hand from her hair. He stared at her a moment, his eyes heavy lidded with arousal. Then, reaching down, he grabbed her by the waist. Lifting her up, he spun around again, and sat her on the kitchen counter, then moved to stand between her thighs.

  When she leaned forward to press her mouth to his again, they sank into a slow, deep kiss. Sliding his arms around her waist, he scooted her forward so she was snugly against him.

  Running his hands upward and over her hips until they rested on the small of her back under her T-shirt, he moaned. Pulling back from the kiss, he asked, “Can I?”

  When she held her arms up, he grabbed the edges of the shirt and pulled it over her head.

  He groaned at the sight of her pink nipples jutting against the sheer black bra she wore. Dipping his head down, he took one of the tight peaks into his mouth. Sucking gently through the fabric of her bra, he flicked his tongue against it and moved his hand to stroke her other nipple with his thumb.

  When she felt the light graze of his teeth against her nipple, Chloe gasped, her head falling back.

  Chris, maybe sensing her level of desperation, moved his mouth over to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Whimpering now, Chloe was ready to explode. She needed him inside her. Now.

  After he released her, she reached down to cup his rigid arousal through the front of his shorts. At the first contact of her hand against him, he let out a groan. Feeling a sudden sense of power, she squeezed him lightly, then began to stroke him through the rough fabric.

  His voice husky with desire, he said, “Fuck, Chloe. I have to have you.”

  Pressing him back, she slid off the counter and stood in front of him, then said, “Should we move this to your bedroom then?”

  Chris asked, “You’re sure? This isn’t too fast?”

  Chloe laughed for a second, then said, “I’d like you to take a moment, and appreciate the irony of that statement since I’m standing topless in your kitchen.”

  Smirking, he said, “You make a valid point.”

  “But, yes. I’m sure,” Chloe said.

  He reached down, taking her hand and led her down the hallway to his bedroom. As they walked through the door, Chloe looked around for a moment and then noticed the large sliding glass door that showed an incredible view of the ocean. Turning back to face him, she said, “Nice view.”

  Nodding as if he hadn’t heard a word she said, he approached her, pulling her body against his again. With gentle hands, he cupped her face then lowered his mouth to hers again. Nipping at her lips, he slid his hands down, stroking the naked skin on her back.

  Breaking the kiss, he roughly said, “Your skin is so soft. Last weekend, the sunscreen? You have no idea how close I was to mauling you in the cabin of my boat.”

  Smiling, she said, “You have no idea how close I was to letting you.”

  “Were you now?” he asked, his eyes blazing now.

  Making no reply, she reached for the bottom edge of his polo shirt. Seeing the direction of her thoughts clearly, he helped her remove it.

  She lazily stroked her fingers over his chest now, exploring him until he placed his hands on hers, then tugged her back into his arms. As his mouth descended to hers, she raised hers up to meet him.

  Lips locked, they managed to remove her bra and unbutton her jeans. Lowering her zipper, Chris then slid his hands down her hips, shoving the jeans down her legs. Chloe scooted them the rest of the way down her legs, then stepped out of them.

  When she looked up again, Chris was staring at her, obvious hunger in his eyes. Eyeing the button on his shorts, she reached forward.

  Putting his hand over hers, he shook his head and roughly said, “Lose the panties first.”

  Shooting him a look, she pulled her hands back and said, “Aren’t you bossy?”

  “You have no idea,” he said, a smile playing on his lips.

  In no mood to argue, she slid them down her legs. She bent over slightly, taking her time. She decided that if he was going to be all bossy about it, she might as well give him a bit of a show.

  Slowly, she straightened back out, moving her dark hair over her shoulders.

  His eyes raked over her for a moment and then he said, “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

  In answer Chloe reached back out to the button on his shorts. This time he didn’t stop her. Unbuttoning the shorts, she lowered the zipper slowly, making sure to deliberately caress him though out the entire process. Placing her hands on his waist, she lowered his shorts and boxer briefs at the same time. When they slid down his legs, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

  Taking a moment, Chloe let her eyes roam over his body, giving herself a moment to
reflect on how incredibly well put together he was. Then she stepped forward, pressing herself against him. Both of them exhaled, enjoying the skin to skin contact.

  Walking her backward, Chris propelled them forward until she felt the bed hit her midthigh. He continued to move her backward until she fell back on the bed, then moved up allowing him to join her.

  He immediately followed, his body now pressed against hers. Turning on his side now, he propped himself up on one elbow and lowered his mouth to hers again. He nipped at her lower lip until she allowed him entrance. While he thoroughly explored her mouth with his tongue, he idly stroked his free hand over the contours of her body.

  Mouth still locked on hers, he slid his hand down to cup her breast. This time, he took the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, and gently rolled it.

  Sensation shot through Chloe and she involuntarily rocked her hips against his in response. Moaning into his mouth, she arched her back, pressing her breast more fully into his hand. Still, he kept the maddeningly slow pace he had already set.

  Kissing his way down her jaw, he placed feather light kisses on her neck, stopping a moment to nip at her earlobe. Continuing to work his way down her body, he traced his tongue along her skin.

  She could feel the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow dragging across her skin. That and the combination of the light swirling of his tongue on her flesh was slowly pushing her toward the edge. She was starting to get a little desperate.

  When he finally reached her breast, he flicked his tongue across the areola, but didn’t take the aching peak into his mouth as she had hoped he would. Frustrated now, she rolled her hips, trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

  Looking up from his task, he asked her, “Did you need something?”

  Nodding, she said, “Yes. Desperately. You’re driving me crazy.”

  “Desperately?” he asked.

  He continued to watch her as he traced light circles with his fingertips over her other breast, then lowered his mouth to her breast. He relented, taking the tight peak into his mouth, moistening it, but not applying any pressure whatsoever.

  Moving back, he asked, “Is that what you needed?”

  Whimpering now, she asked, “Why are you torturing me?”

  Propping his head back up on his elbow, he moved his hand to stroke against her belly, and said, “I’m not, really. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. Just tell me what you want. In explicit detail.”

  She thought about this for a second, her lust-crazed mind clearing slightly. She had no desire to provide constant instruction. She didn’t even particularly like being in charge in the bedroom. Remembering his earlier comment when she’d accused him of being bossy, she realized suddenly what was going on.

  * * * *

  He was trying to get her to give him total control. Making a split-second decision to trust him, she asked, “What I want? What I need? I need you to be in control. I’m losing my mind here, Chris.”

  His eyebrows shot up, and he asked, “You sure about that?”

  Chloe considered his question for a minute and nodded.

  “I’ve always been somewhat submissive in bed. Always an active participant, mind you, but I prefer not being the one in charge.”

  Sighing, he looked at her earnestly and said, “Interesting. But now I feel kind of guilty. I feel like I manipulated you into that statement. If you want, we can go back to doing things how we were in the kitchen.”

  Snorting, Chloe said, “Your manipulation wasn’t very subtle. I’ll stop you if it gets too intense. Lucky for you, I naturally lean that way anyway. I’ve always wanted to explore it. What better time than right now? You’re naked. I’m naked.”

  Trailing off, she looked up at him. His eyes were heavy lidded now. His mind had clearly switched gears away from conversation. Getting off of the bed, he walked over to his closet, and grabbed a tie. Watching him curiously, she watched him approach the bed and lay down next to her again.

  Chris reached out, pressing her back flat against the bed, then said, “If it makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will.”

  He stroked his hand firmly down her arm and linked his fingers with hers. Moving her arm up above her head, he wrapped her fingers around one of the rungs of his headboard. Reaching down, he placed the other next to it.

  “Let me know if this is too tight?” he asked.

  Looping the tie around her wrists, he tied them together and then secured the tie to the headboard of his bed.

  Looking at her intently, he asked, “Is this okay?”

  Strangely, the pressure of the tie wrapped around her wrists just added to her arousal. Nodding, she said, “It is.”

  Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he proceeded to nip his way down the column of her neck, pausing to sink his teeth into the fleshy area where her neck met her shoulder.

  Arching her back, she enjoyed the mingling sensations of pain and pleasure. Slipping his mouth lower, he flicked his tongue across one of her tight peaks. Circling the tight bud, he continued to tease her until she whimpered. Relenting, he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until she cried out from the sensation.

  Continuing his journey, he placed openmouthed kisses across her belly. Moving his mouth toward her hip, he sucked a patch of flesh into his mouth, leaving a red mark in his wake.

  Chloe’s hips began to move of their own volition. She was panting now, so keyed up at this point that she was on the verge of coming just from foreplay alone.

  Moving down, Chris adjusted his shoulders between her thighs. Now eye level with her pussy, he groaned and said, “Baby, you’re soaked.”

  Rolling her hips, she said, “I know. I’ve been soaked since you slammed me up against the refrigerator.”

  “Uh-uh. No moving your hips,” he said.

  Moving down slightly, he placed a kiss on her inner thigh, nowhere near where she desperately wanted him to be. Her hips shifted again as she tried to find relief.

  “I said no moving your hips. If you move them again, I’ll stop.”

  Chloe immediately ceased moving her hips.

  “There we go,” he said.

  She could feel his hot breath against the damp lips of her pussy. She whimpered.

  “By the way, the fact that you’re bare,” he said, his hand brushing over her, “It’s so fucking sexy. This is smooth. Did you get a wax for me?”

  She could hear the smile in his voice, because he already knew the answer.

  “If I say yes, will you please fuck me already? I’m dying here.”

  Laughing softly, he said, “No. Not right this second. There’s something I have to do first.”

  Using his thumbs, he spread her open and began to flick his tongue over her swollen clit in a slow, steady rhythm.

  Chloe moaned with embarrassing abandon, making a valiant attempt to not roll her hips. Thankfully Chris had settled his forearms over her hips and that mostly held them in place.

  She felt him move his hands slightly, and tilted her head up to watch. She saw him move one arm off her hips, then slide two fingers inside her. Twisting his hand, she felt him curl his fingers slightly.

  Gasping for air now, on the verge of exploding, she still watched with rapt attention. His glance flicked up, his eyes holding hers as he continued to fuck her with his fingers and stroke his tongue against her.

  This was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She felt her lower belly tighten. Her head dropped back as she began to pant more heavily.

  She felt his fingers cease their movement so she looked back up at him.

  He raised an eyebrow, which she interpreted to mean that she wasn’t to look away.

  Adjusting his fingers, he began to thrust them into her again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped it gently.

  “Fuck,” she said panting. “Holy shit.”

  Orgasm hitting her like a freight train, she bucked her hips against his hand and mouth. Crying out his name with her releas
e, she never looked away.

  He crawled up her body and placed a long, slow kiss on her mouth. She kissed him back with abandon, enjoying the heat coming off him in waves. When he moved his head back, she asked, “Is there something I could do for you? In light of that earth-shattering orgasm, I feel it would only be fair.”

  Shaking his head, he said, “If I’m not inside you soon, I’m going to explode.”

  Leaning over to the nightstand, he reaching inside and opened a box of condoms. Taking one out of the package, he tore open the wrapper and began to roll it over his length.

  Reaching up, he untied her wrists, then massaged her wrists and shoulders for a moment.

  Leaning down to brush a kiss on her lips, he said, “I want to feel your hands on me.”

  Adjusting his position, he moved between her thighs. Leaning down so his face was inches from hers, he poised his cock at her opening. Looking deeply into her eyes, he slid inside her. Balancing himself above her on his forearms, he began to thrust into her at a steady pace.

  Chloe slid her hands around his midsection, her hands gripping at his back. Tilting her hips forward to meet his thrusts, she enjoyed the sensation of his long, measured strokes. It was as if he knew exactly what her body needed.

  “Fuck. You’re so tight. I can feel you fluttering around my cock.”

  Feeling the beginnings of another orgasm coming on, she whimpered each time her hips met his.

  Groaning now, Chris said, “I need you to come for me, Chloe. Come on my cock.”

  Levering himself up now, he gripped her hips and began to slam into her.

  With each thrust, she felt her body grow tenser. She could feel herself hovering right there on the edge.

  Still thrusting into her, Chris said, “Play with your clit.”

  Not hesitating for a moment, she reached down and began to rub her fingertips against her swollen clit.

  Chris groaned, watching her, then said, “Fuck. That’s so sexy.”

  After a few more brushes of her fingers, her back arched and she moaned Chris’s name as she came apart beneath him.