Kiss Me Book 1 (4 page)

Amy felt her cheeks redden
in embarrassment as heat raced up her neck.

“
Can I not just bring you a
check in the morning?”

“
It’s not your money I
want, princess,” he rasped into the phone. The low gravely timbre
of his voice made her pussy jump in response, reminding her that he
was the reason she was aching in the first place.

“
W-what is it that you
want? And stop calling me princess.”

“
I have hit a bit of a road
block with my work. I need a break and a word with my
muse.”

“
Your muse?”

“
See you in twenty
minutes.” The line went dead, and for a long moment all she could
do was stare at the phone in her hand. Had he seriously just given
her a booty call?

Booty call or not, she
found herself leaping from bed and jumping into the shower. She
quickly shaved all areas of her body and cleaned up. By the time
she got changed and left the house, she had five minutes to get to
his place. It was nearly a ten-minute drive.

She pulled up six minutes
later. Taking a deep breath, she locked her car and walked to the
front door. She was surprised to find it unlocked. Not too
comfortable in the dark, she hurried across the gallery floor and
to the bay doors. On the other side she could hear music playing,
but it was blaring like the last time she’d been there. With shaky
hands she pulled the doors open and stepped inside.

“
You’re late,” he called
down from his loft.

“
I’m not here to jump at
your beck and call,” she retorted as she began to climb the stairs.
When she reached the top she found him standing in front of a large
blank canvas, wearing only flannel pajama bottoms.

“
But you jumped, didn’t
you?” he said, smiling wickedly as he took a step
closer.

“
I’m here so I can get my
things back, and nothing more. I promised to pay a debt and here I
am.”

“
Glad you see it that way,”
he said, hooking his finger through one of the belt loops on her
jeans and pulling her flush against her chest. “Because I’ve not
been able to think about anything but you since the night of the
opening.”

Her hands splayed out
against his bare chest. His muscles were warm and firm beneath her
palms.

“
I’ve not been able to
work,” he said, nipping at her neck gently with his
teeth.

“
H—how is that my fault?”
she whispered as she tilted her head further to the
side.

“
Because all I can think
about is the way you looked in that black dress. The rose in your
cheeks as you looked at the artwork. That little fire in your eyes
when you thought I stole your stuff.”

He pressed his hips
forward, pushing his hardening cock into her stomach. She was
reminded of how much taller he was than her. It was at least by a
foot.

“
Awfully sure of yourself,”
she said as his lips began to suck and kiss the hollow of her
neck.

“
I saw it the first time
you came up here.”

Reaching between them, he
palmed her breast and teased her nipples through the thin material
of her shirt. “Your nipples were tight and hard, and right then I
knew I had to taste them.”

“
I—I don’t even know you,”
she protested feebly. She knew it was a weak attempt, but at least
this way, when she felt guilty for what she was about to do, she
could say she gave up a fight.

He ignored her protests.
“I bet if I slip my hands inside those jeans your little pussy will
be wet.”

He kissed a line up her
jaw and then claimed her lips. It was an all-consuming kiss that
weakened her knees. Her hands clutched at his arms and clung to him
for support. Without him, she was certain she would have fallen.
Though she’d only just met him, he kissed with a fire and a passion
with which, in all the years she was married, her husband had never
kissed her.

Christian’s tongue slipped
between her lips and began to tease them. That was all it took. Her
resolve crumbled and she melted into his chest. Had he been a
terrible kisser, it wouldn’t have been a problem; however, he was a
fantastic kisser.

She felt his hands grasp
her ass as she was being lifted from the floor. Her legs swung
around his hips as she ran her fingers through his hair, freeing it
from the rubber band holding it back. His hair was like silk
between her fingers, and she cupped the back of his head, pulling
his mouth tighter to hers.

A small groan escaped her
lips as he climbed onto the bed with her, never breaking their
kiss. Holding on to the back of her thigh, he pressed his erection
into her.

“
Fuck,” she hissed against
his mouth.

He chuckled, and she could
feel the vibrations from his chest on hers. Suddenly her hands were
on his back, raking her nails against his skin. She felt like her
body was on fire. It had started out as nothing but glowing coals
the first time she’d visited him, but slowly it had grown into a
roaring inferno. Now that she was lying beneath him, there was
nothing more in the world that she wanted than to feel him spread
her legs wide and ride her for all it was worth. In that moment,
her art didn’t matter. There was only one thing she wanted—and it
was the man teasing her mercilessly with his cock.

Reaching between them, she
began to frantically pull at the front of his pajama bottoms. He
chuckled and clasped her hands. “Now, now princess.” He gripped the
hem of her shirt and tugged it up and over her head. Next he
unfastened the front clasp on her bra, freeing her throbbing
breasts. The tips tightened under the intensity of his gaze.
Dragging her hands above her head, he pinned her wrists to the bed
with one hand while supporting his weight beside her head on the
other.

“
Mmm,” he hummed as he bent
and brought a light pink tip between his lips and suckled hard on
it. The sharp pain caused her to arch from the bed and gasp. A
fierce throbbing exploded between her legs, and she tried to close
them to ease the pressure, but he was still rocking and thrusting
his cock against her through her jeans.

She was gasping and
panting. He left one breast wet and aching before moving to the
other. Harder and harder he sucked and rolled the nipple between
his lips while biting on the thick bud as he rolled his hips. Her
body began to buck and shiver as she felt the waves of pleasure
explode around her. With a cry from her lips, she arched from the
bed and clung to his shoulders. Did she just come from him sucking
on her nipples?

He chuckled and moved away
from her. She heard the pop of the button on her jeans followed by
the hissing sound of her zipper. “Lift,” was all he said as he
coaxed her jeans and panties down over her hips and over her legs.
Next she heard the scraping of his pants coming off and the
mattress sagging beneath him as he climbed between her
legs.

“
Hope you like it rough,”
he said, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him, “Because
I’m going to fuck you until you come, then I’m going to turn you
over and fuck you again. I’m going to ride you until you pop like
warm champagne, and then when you think I’m done, I’m going to fuck
you all over again.”

She didn’t have time to
respond as he thrust completely into her. Amy screamed and sat up,
pushing herself down on his lap. He was enormous, stretching her
pussy walls to their capacity. It was a sweet kind of pain that she
accepted greedily. Together they fucked, his upward thrusts meeting
her downward thrusts. He buried his face between her breasts as
wrapped his arms around her back.

Amy tightened her legs
around him, pulling a long and low lusty groan from his lips. “Fuck
Amy, your pussy is so tight,” he growled into her
shoulder.

She raked her nails into
his back as he stretched her. He clamped his mouth down, sinking
his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck. The pain excited her,
and, to further encourage him, she clawed at him again.

“
So you like it rough, you
little hellcat?”

Truth be told, this was
the first time she’d ever had sex any other way that the missionary
position. Robert had been very traditional and boring, and up until
the moment Christian had pulled her onto his lap, she’d had no idea
that sex could be so . . . fun. She was discovering the dirtier
Christian talked, the more turned on she got. The rougher he got
the closer she got to coming. It terrified her.

Feeling bold she pulled
her head back and gave him a challenging smile. “Give me what you
got!”

In one swift movement he
pulled out of her and spun her around, throwing her face down into
the soft mattress. Part of her wanted to panic, but a bigger part
of her knew she could trust Christian. Taking her by the hands, he
lifted them to the headboard and secured metal handcuffs around her
wrists. The
click click click
sounds filled the room.

“
Be careful what you wish
for, princess,” he growled as he bit down on her shoulder and
pulled her up on her knees.

His hand landed soundly
against her ass and she bucked and cried out. The pain was intense
and for a moment she thought about begging him to stop but decided
against it. Again, he slapped her ass, this time on the other
cheek. Over and over again he repeated the process until her bare
ass was tender and felt like it was on fire.

She’d bit down on her lip
to keep from crying out. As much as it hurt, she realized that
something else was happening as he spanked her. Her pussy was
beginning to throb again. This throbbing was much different than
before.

He didn’t give her a
chance to recuperate before slamming his cock into her pussy from
behind. Roughly he clasped her hips as he drove inside
her.

“
Fuck you’re so wet,” he
rasped as he rammed deeper and harder into her pulsing depths.
Reaching around, he massaged her clit with his fingers as he rocked
against her. Amy’s head felt like it was about to explode as an
unfamiliar pressure began to form in the pit of her stomach. With
each long and wild stroke of his cock, Christian pressed against
something inside her that was begging to come unraveled. Each time
he touched it she got closer and closer. She clung to the headboard
as the metal cuffs bit into her wrists. She was sure there would be
bruises tomorrow, but it wasn’t something she particularly cared
about. She just needed to figure out what was happening inside her
body. Tighter and tighter the coil grew.

“
I can feel you getting
tighter around me. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned
as he quickened his pace. He leaned forward and bit down on her
shoulder once more, his hair falling over her shoulder and brushing
against her neck. She wanted to reach up and lace her fingers
through those locks but couldn’t.

Harder and faster her rode
and when she was certain she was about to explode he suddenly
stopped and pulled out of her completely. Her body trembled with a
pent up release.

“
Nooo,” she said, gasping
for air.

He chuckled. “Not yet. You
come when I say you can come.”

She let out a little
whimper as she felt him move around beside her. Turning her head,
she could see his cock, and she wasn’t surprised anymore that he’d
stretched her slit. The thing was massive. Her mouth watered as it
hovered just beside her mouth. She could smell her salty musky
scent covering her dick and she licked her lips, wanting a
taste.

Gripping her hair in his
hands, he pulled her head to his dick and she sucked him in as
deeply as he would go. She was right—the taste of her juices
mingling with the taste of his cock exploded on her tongue.
Greedily, she sucked and lapped at his dick, teasing just beneath
the engorged head with the tip of her tongue.

“
Mother of fuck, where did
you learn that,” he growled as he tightened his hold on her head.
She smiled around his cock and continued to bob up and down. Her
neck and arms hurt because of the uncomfortable position, but she
ignored it. The only thing she could think about was tasting him.
Well, that and the throbbing ache that had her slit begging for
more.

“
Whoa there, princess, I
think you’d better slow that down a bit,” he said as he pulled away
from her. Leaning down he kissed her swollen lips.

“
Do you want to come now,
princess?”

“
Yes,” she
whimpered.

“
Beg,” he
demanded.

“
Please.”

“
Please what?”

“
Please . . . make me come.
Please fuck me until I come,” she begged.

“
That’s a good
girl.”

Taking up his position
behind her once more, he buried his cock into her folds once more.
It didn’t take long for the feeling to return; however, this time
it was much more intense. With each thrust, his balls slapped
against her clit, forcing her to buck and rock beneath him. She
gripped the headboard and combined with his thrusts and her pushing
against it. The board groaned in protest as it slammed against the
wall.

Harder and harder he
fucked her hole until she was right on the edge. This time there
was no denying her. As his dick pressed against that special spot
one last time, everything around her exploded into a myriad of
blinding lights.