Body Image (Body Heat Series Book 2) (3 page)

I
’ve lost my mind
. That’s the only way to explain it. I know it’s not right, but for the first time in my life, I don’t care about doing what’s right. I want to do what feels good. And the thought of being the one to claim that virgin pussy has me harder than I’ve ever been.

Besides, she was ready to go home with some clown from the club. It’s better that it’s me, someone she knows. Someone who watched over her for years. I caution myself to go slow as I carry her to the bedroom. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, and the thought of sliding into her tight warmth just about makes me come in my pants. There’s no way I’m going to be a two-pump chump. Not with her.

Because it’s all about her.

I toss her on the massive bed, and she laughs with delight. She lies back as I throw her high heels across the room and then pull off her panties and fling them to the floor. She watches with greedy eyes as I disrobe. I carefully fold each item as I remove it and stack everything neatly on her dresser. She gasps when I remove my boxer briefs and I’m thrilled.

“You can go ahead and get dressed again,” she teases. “You’re right, we should just be friends. Because there’s no way that will fit inside of me.”

I approach the bed. She laughs and tries to crawl away, but I grab her ankles and pull her back to me.

“You’re the one who saddled up this pony.” I wrap my hand around my thick cock and slap it playfully against her thigh. “Now you’re going to ride it.”

“Even if I walk like a cowgirl the rest of my life?” She smiles up at me, and I can’t believe how goddamned beautiful she is. And she wants me. I’m the luckiest man alive.

I stretch out on the mattress next to her and pull her close. My mouth is on hers; she tastes like strawberries, and I can’t wait to see if her pussy tastes just as sweet. I cup her perfect tits and then let my hands drift lower until they are wrapped around her waist. Lower still and I’m squeezing the perfect globes of her ass, grinding her against me.

“God, that feels so good,” she whimpers against my chest. I’m dying to bury myself up to the hilt and pump away, but she’s not ready yet. Not by a long shot. And I’ll do anything I can to make this night perfect for her. I leave one hand on her ass, sliding one finger deeper in her seam and stroking gently against her clenching rosette.

I move my other hand between our bodies and probe between her legs. She cries out as I spread her lips and explore every centimeter of her slick folds with my fingers. I finally make contact with her tender clit and she bucks against me. Her thighs tighten around my hand, but I don’t stop. I hold her tight and play with her sex until she explodes against me.

The strength of her orgasm surprises and pleases me. Nothing is better than being with a woman who enjoys herself. She twitches and shivers as her eyes roll back into her head. She moans against my neck until her pleasure subsides. She may be done, but I’m not done with her yet.

I roll her onto her back and push her legs apart. She spreads them eagerly for me and draws her knees back to her chest. She’s totally open and exposed to me, from mons to asshole, and my mouth waters at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful here,” I say as I rub her swollen cunt with the flat of my hand. And she is. Her outer lips are pale and plump. Her pink inner lips are swollen as well, and she’s dripping with excitement. My dick gets even harder. I want to taste every drop of her sweetness.

I bend forward and feast on her. I suck her outer lips into my mouth, one at a time, and trace them with my tongue. I repeat the move with her swollen pink inner lips. Her hips push against my face as I circle her clit. When I suck on it like a little nipple, I feel her hand in my hair, holding my face to her pussy, while she gasps and groans. She tastes tangy and delicious, and I don’t want it to be over. I attack and then retreat, driving her insane with my teasing, until I finally give in and give her all the attention she wants. She comes on my face a few seconds later.

“Please,” she murmurs as I sit back on my heels and massage her thighs. “I need your cock. I feel so empty. I need you to stretch me out and fill me up.” She claws at me, trying to pull me closer and drag me into her.

“Shh.” I lay my hand on her abdomen to quiet her. “We need to open you up before you’re ready to take me. I don’t want it to hurt.”

“It couldn’t hurt,” she says. “Not when I need it so bad. I’d give anything to have you inside me right now.”

I slide to the edge of the bed. “Where do you keep all those vibrators? Condoms? Lube?”

She raises herself on her elbows and gives me a devilish grin. “They’re all in the nightstand drawer.”

I gather the supplies and return to my kneeling position between her spread legs. I flick the power switch on the vibrator, and she moans when the telltale buzz fills the air. She twitches when I nestle it against her labia.

“Can you hold it there, beautiful?”

“Yes. I think I have enough strength left to do that at least.” She holds it against her pussy in a well-practiced grip. I work one finger inside her and quickly slide a second one inside next to it. She’s insanely wet and I pump into her easily, massaging the walls of her pussy as I go.

“It feels so fucking good,” she says. “Give me more.”

I do. I work a third finger inside, and she stretches against me. It’s a tight fit. Thank God she’s as wet as she is. She writhes against my fingers as I ease her open.

“I need your cock.” She tosses the vibrator aside and opens her legs wider for me. It’s not a request. It’s an order, and I’m not about to disobey. I take my length in my fist and rub the meaty head of my cock in her juices, sliding the ridged underside up and down the length of her puffy pussy. She spasms every time I make contact with her clit. I spread her lips apart with one hand and nudge myself against her opening with the other. I can barely fit the head inside of her, even with the work I’ve done to make her ready for me.

“I want to watch.” she props herself up and gazes between her legs. I slowly strum her clit with my thumb as I move the head of my cock in and out, gently easing deeper with each thrust. I’m determined to take my time, but she won’t let me. She forces herself onto my length like a woman possessed, and before long her greedy cunt has swallowed me whole. Her face is a mask of pleasure as she cranes her neck to stare at the joining of our bodies.

“You like to watch, princess? Let’s give you a better view.” I pull out of her with a wet
pop
, take her hand, and lead her across the room to the dresser with the giant mirror mounted above it. I clear the dresser top with one swipe of my arm, and then lift her easily onto the hard surface. She kneels there, smiling, legs spread and facing the mirror, and I stand behind her. As I press into her tight warmth, I reach a hand around her front and spread her pussy open, giving her a perfect view of my penetration. She moans and braces herself against the glass with her hands. And then she starts to move, and I’m lost.

She swirls her hips as she rides me. The mirror was a stroke of genius; it gives me the perfect view of her magnificent body as I take her from behind. Her perfect tits bounce as she swallows me deep inside her. Her skin is bathed in sweat, and I lean in to lick her salty neck. She makes the sexiest little grunts and groans, and when she reaches both hands behind to grab my ass and pull me deeper into her, I see stars. I empty myself into the latex barrier between us and vow to take her raw next time.

I come back to earth, my arms wrapped tightly around her, and she’s staring at my reflection with a spectacular smile. “I’d say you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she teases.

“I can’t argue with that,” I say. “But you didn’t enjoy it nearly enough. I may be mistaken, but I didn’t feel you come.” My rapidly shrinking cock slides out as I hold her. I take her in my arms, and carry her back to the bed.

“You’re just really big.” She snuggles under the covers, and I crawl in next to her. “It felt really good, but it was still a little uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I came before, when you used your mouth and your hands. So I’d say we’re more than even.”

“That’s all well and good, but I’m not going to leave you unsatisfied.” I dive under the covers and make my way to her freshly fucked pussy. She squirms but then opens her legs to me. I don’t stop until she screams and I have no doubt that we’ve both just had the hottest sex of our lives.

“
W
as it good for you
?” I ask as she rests her head against my shoulder.

“As if you have to ask.” She leans in and kisses my chest. “I think all my screaming, trembling, wailing, shivering, shaking, and moaning told you everything you need to know. Now you’re just fishing for compliments.” She rolls onto her side, and I spoon against her, wrapping her tightly in my arms. She feels good there, like she belongs. I pull the comforter over us and nestle my head against her neck.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” My voice is barely a whisper against her skin. I’m ashamed to admit I got a little carried away when I was fucking her in front of the mirror. I’m hoping like hell I was gentle enough.

“Not even a little bit. Everything was perfect.”

I lie there awkwardly for a moment. The enormity of what I’ve done starts to wash over me and I feel a hint of panic. “Do you want to be alone? Or can I stay here for a little while with you?”

“You’re having regrets already? Can’t we bask in the afterglow for a while?” She turns to look at me, and her clear eyes stare intently into my own. I don’t answer her. “I want you to stay the night. But if that’s not something you do, you’re free to leave at any time. You won’t be breaking my heart if you skip out, so don’t worry.” But I do worry. She’s playing tough, but I’m not buying it. Still, I need time to plan my exit strategy. There’s no way I’m getting more entangled with my former charge. Image is everything in this town, and a young socialite on my arm is not what I need. This is the most dangerous exfiltration of my career. But she doesn’t need to know that.

“I want to stay here.” I wrap an arm around her and pull her back against my chest.

“I’m not a fool, Bayne. You don’t want to stay here, but you need time to figure out how to get yourself out of this mess with minimal damage, right?” I feel my body tense up next to hers. “It’s okay. I’m going to use the time to figure out how to get you to stay.”

I plant a kiss on her slender shoulder. “I admire your determination, but that might be tougher than you think. I’ve gotten used to being alone.”

“I thought maybe it had been a while, based on your enthusiasm before. How long has it been?” She runs her hand over my forearm and it relaxes me.

“A few years now.”

“There’s no reason a handsome beast of a man like you would have trouble attracting a woman, so I’m guessing you’re the one who made that decision.”

“It’s been a challenging few years. Leaving the service was an adjustment. I had some family stuff I had to take care of. Then I started security work in the private sector and threw myself into it. I wanted to learn the ropes as fast as I could. Lots of overtime, covering shifts for anyone who wanted it. When I got comfortable with the basics, I opened up my own shop.”

“And I’m guessing your business occupies most of your extra time these days.” She rolls over so that we’re facing each other, and rests her head on my bicep.

“You’re right on the money, beautiful. I’ve always given everything 100 percent, but it’s totally different now that I work for myself. It’s my reputation on the line. My employees depend on me to keep things running and bring in the money. I spend most of my time working, but I love what I do. It never feels like a burden.”

“I completely understand.”

“You do?”

“Of course. Shopping and lunching every day can get really exhausting.” She pauses, and I realize she’s teasing me again. “That’s what you were thinking, isn’t it? That I’m just some silly rich girl you used to babysit?”

“Guilty as charged.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “So tell me, what do you do these days?”

“I’m the events coordinator at the Rothschild Natural History Museum.”

“You’re a party planner?” It’s perfect. Just the sort of thing I imagined little miss socialite would be doing.

She slaps my chest in mock anger. “I’m not a
party planner
!”

“Well, pardon me. What sort of things do you do?”

“I set up events when we open new exhibits. I run all of our fundraising efforts and promote our collections by arranging for guest lecturers or visiting speakers.”

I nod as she speaks and she looks at me very seriously. Then she smacks her forehead with the palm of her hand and erupts into giggles.

“And now that I say that out loud I realize I’m basically a party planner.”

“Right?” I say. “At least you’re a very upscale and refined one, from the sound of it.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m a party planner for the rich. Thanks for making me feel better. I really turned the tables on all the expectations you had of me.”

“I don’t know. You could be a fashion designer or nightclub promoter.” I circle her perfect areola with my fingertip as I talk. “Those would both be worse.”

“Did you pay attention to me at all back then? All those classes I went to on history, paleontology, and archeology?” She props herself up on one elbow and looks down at me with amused disbelief.

“I guess not. But it’s nice to see that $100,000 education didn’t go to waste.” I reach over to trace her other nipple, but she pulls away from me.

“It was more like $200,000. Tell me, why do you make everything about money?”

“I don’t make
everything
about money. I just think about it more than you do because I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I knew the only way I was going to college was if I could score a scholarship. So I walked the straight and narrow and busted my ass to get good grades. Getting into West Point and being the first person in my family to go to college was a life-changing experience for me.”

She snuggles against me and nuzzles my neck with her nose. “I know you expect me to say something glib like ‘but that’s a character-building experience,’ but I’m sorry you had to worry so much and work so hard.” She lays the palm of her hand against my chest and settles her head on my shoulder. “I know I was lucky. I was handed experiences and opportunities other people would kill for. But that’s what my parents wanted. You wouldn’t expect me to turn it down, would you?”

She’s got me there. It’s not her fault her family has money. “No, I wouldn’t.” I run my hand over her thigh, and she squirms against me. “What other stuff do you do at the museum?”

“I actually have a nice variety of work. I try to arrange special exhibits whenever I can to draw extra traffic in. I plan fundraising benefits, rentals, tours, and handle management of the store.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“I love it. I get to work with different people, and the work changes all the time, so I never get bored. It’s a great entry-level position, and I’m more than willing to work my way up.”

“What does a career path look like there?”

“I’d love to get into a more science-based position, where I could use more of what I learned in school. They have quite a few curators and researchers on staff. Something like that would be my dream job.” Her excitement is visible as she talks: her eyes light up and she grows more animated with every new thought. “I have a friend who works on some really cool research and curates an exhibit or two on the side. She’s mentoring me.”

She smiles at me. “Sorry to drone on. I just get excited when I talk about it.”

I lean in and kiss her forehead. “I can see that. You’re so beautiful when you get all passionate about something. I’m sure you’ll be a big success.” I pull her close and wrap my arms tightly around her as I whisper against her neck. “You’re smart and determined. That’s all you really need to succeed.” I slide my hands down to her hips and rub my rapidly hardening cock against her. She grinds back against me with a naughty little chuckle.

“You forgot to mention how beautiful and sexy I am.” She licks my nipple, and I moan.

“I didn’t mention it because there aren’t words to describe how beautiful and sexy you are.”

“I guess you’ll just have to show me, then.” She throws a leg over my hip, and I feel the wet warmth of her sweet pussy against my erection. I sink home in one deep thrust.

There’s no way this can turn into anything, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it while it lasts. Because I do enjoy being with her, more than I’m willing to admit to myself.