Sucker Punched (5 page)

My eyelids squeeze shut at the mental picture he’s just painted. 

He wants me to beg? I can beg. I can
totally
beg.

He trails kisses along my jaw, then down my neck. “Tell me, Duchess, how do you like to be fucked? Hard and rough? Or soft and slow?”

Why does he keep calling me that?

The thought’s lost as soon as I feel his hand brush my inner thigh. 

My heart pounds as I swallow. “I— I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Like what?” I feel his breath fan my skin before he kisses my pulse point. “Fuck?”

His fingers move up the inside of my leg, grazing me in strokes so soft I almost think I’m imagining it. It’s almost impossible to think while he’s doing that. It’s like my brain is short-circuiting.

I somehow manage to shake my head. Awkward fumbling in the dark doesn’t count as fucking, at least not in the sense he probably means. 

And I
really
want him to show me what he means. 

Explicitly. Repeatedly.

“I’ve only been with two guys, and we definitely never. . .fucked.” I swallow, trying to think past the fact that his hand just slipped underneath my dress. “I’m—”

My breath tangles as his fingers slide through my folds with such ease, it’s a little embarrassing. I don’t think I’ve
ever
been this wet before. “I’m a good girl,” I squeak, biting my lip to keep from moaning.

He settles on my clit, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Each pass is slow and measured, yet sends shockwaves through me. My hands fist his shirt as I close my eyes, my mouth dropping open in a mixture of shock, awe, and ecstasy. 

“I hate to break it to you, Duchess, but good girls wear panties. And they definitely wouldn’t let a strange man slip his hand between their legs in public.”

Are
we in public? I look over his shoulder, seeing the wide-open bathroom door. Music drifts in, louder than ever, and reminds me of the hundred or so people just down the hall. 

Any one of them could walk by and see Blake’s hand up my skirt. That should scare me into looking for someplace more private, but instead it’s oddly exhilarating. It’s a bit dangerous. 

A bit risky.

I kind of like it.

His nose grazes my ear as his lips brush my jaw. “Does that get you hot? Thinking that anyone could walk by and see us? Is that why your pussy’s dripping wet right now?” Proving his point, he glides a finger inside me so easily it’s like a hot knife cutting through soft butter.

My nails dig into his skin as his palm grinds against my clit. “
Fuck
.” Starbursts flicker and fade behind my tightly shut eyelids like fireworks in the dark.

“In time, Duchess.” He laughs into my neck, his breath hot on my skin as the low rumble reverberates through me. My nipples are instantly hard as goosebumps sprout along every inch of my body. “So being watched gets you hot, huh? I didn’t peg you for such a little exhibitionist.”

I didn’t either.

Blake nips the column of my throat before slipping his fingers from me and pulling back. “Get your phone out.”

Between the drinks I had earlier and the way his touch scrambles my brain, I’m having a hard time thinking straight. “Why?”

Does he want to give me his number? Because that can wait. We’re ten seconds to liftoff here. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as his grin spreads. “We’re gonna make ourselves a little sex tape.”

Macy’s expression makes me laugh. If I didn’t think she was a good girl before, then I sure as shit do now. She looks downright scandalized by my suggestion.

“You— You want to record us. . .”

“Fucking? Yeah. I think it’d be hot, don’t you?”

There’s
that beautiful shade of pink I was talking about. I watch it color her cheeks and spill down her neck, where it disappears under the black lace of her dress.

I have no idea how something can look this classy and still be incredibly sexy. Maybe it’s because it leaves so much to the imagination, yet still gives little hints about what’s hiding underneath. Like the way her skin peeks through the lace in certain places, the way it hugs her body like a glove, and the way it falls a little short of being mid-thigh. Macy’s got legs for days, and this dress paired with those fuck-me heels?

Oh. My.
God.
 

This girl’s a walking, talking angel. I can’t believe she’s giving a devil like me the time of day.

I cradle her face in my hands, kissing her. She tastes fucking incredible, and her lips are so goddamn soft, I’m not sure how they’re real. 

I’m not sure how
any
of this is real.

When I pull back, she’s got this dazed look on her face. My cock twitches in anticipation as I imagine how fucking glorious her “O” face is going to be. “If being watched gets you off, you should try filming it.”

She bites her lip, still not completely sold on the idea. “Who would see it?”

I shrug. “That’s up to you. It’d be on your phone. You’d have the only copy.”

She looks at me skeptically. “Why do you want to do it if you don’t even get a copy?”

Seriously? “Does a guy really need a reason to want to make a sex tape?” Leaning in, I kiss the spot on her neck that makes her sigh this little breathy moan. It’s hot as fuck. “I’m gettin’ hard just thinking about you watching it later while you touch yourself.” Pulling back, I say in all seriousness, “Please tell me you’re gonna do that. Lie to me if you have to.”

Her eyes light up before they practically roll back in her head. “Oh, I’m
absolutely
gonna do that.”

My dick throbs impatiently. I can’t wait anymore.

Stepping away from her, I close and lock the door. Getting caught seems hot in theory, but in reality, it’s kind of a mood killer. I’ve yet to meet a girl who’s okay with an honest-to-god audience while we fuck, and call me crazy, but Macy seems like the skittish type. If anyone walked by and actually saw us, she’d be out of here faster than The Roadrunner.

As if to prove my point, she looks like she’s ready to bolt by the time I turn back to her.

What was that? Two seconds?

That’s got to be a record for the amount of time it takes a girl to realize sleeping with me is a bad idea.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, gnawing on it. “I’ve never done it outside of a bedroom. Or even a bed, for that matter.”

“You want to see if any of the rooms are still available?”

She shakes her head. “They won’t be. Not this late. And if they are, they’ll be used.” She makes a face, and I cringe in understanding.

Gross.

I don’t do sloppy seconds. Not when it comes to girls or sheets. The
last
thing I want to do is roll around in some other guy’s splooge.

Macy waves around the upscale bathroom. “This is fine. But, uh. . .”

“What?”

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.” She hangs her head briefly before looking up at me and then away. Eye contact isn’t something she seems to be good at.

At least not with me.

“My sexual repertoire is very limited. I’m practically a virgin compared to you, and I have no idea how to do
this
” —she gestures between us— “in here.” She glances around the bathroom. “I’ve only ever done missionary.” She admits it quietly, like it’s something to be ashamed of. 

It’s not. 

In fact, it’s kinda hot. I like the idea of being the first one to truly corrupt her.

But as much as it pains my dick to say it, I feel like it needs to be said. “We don’t have to do anything. You know that, right?”

“No, I want to. I just. . .need you to show me how.” She glances up at me from under her lashes, looking so wide-eyed and innocent that I feel a pang of. . .something.

Guilt, maybe? I don’t know. All I know is I feel kind of bad for all the dirty things I’m about to do to her.

She really is a good girl. Way too good for someone like me. She’s a duchess, and instead of taking her in a bed like a lady deserves, I’m about to fuck her in a bathroom, next to a sink, while I film it.

I feel like a real shithead right now.

Opening her purse, she takes out her phone and swipes across the screen, pulling up the camera. I place my hand on her arm, making her look at me.

“You sure about this?”

She smiles. “Are
you
? I’m not the one getting cold feet. I just need you to tell me where to put ’em.”

And just like that, all my doubts vanish. Mostly because all the blood is rushing to my dick.

I think I’m in love.

Nervously biting my lip, I hold my phone out to Blake. “Do you want to do the honors?”

All the first-person porn I’ve seen was shot from the guy’s perspective. If it ain’t broke. . .

Stepping between my thighs, he grips me behind the knees and pulls my ass to the edge of the countertop. “Actually, you should be the director right now. I need my hands for what I’m about to do to you.”

My breath hitches as he drops to his knees in front of me. No one besides my gynecologist has seen my girly bits in full-fledged light, and my heart races as he hooks my leg over his shoulder, spreading me wider. My dress rises until it’s bunched up around my hips and I’m on full display.

The introvert in me can’t help but cringe a little.

I’m so fucking glad I shaved tonight.

Blake whistles, low and appreciative, his eyes scanning my spread pussy like he’s not sure where he likes looking most. “Fuckin’ hell, Duchess.” Awe and a touch of agony lace his voice, making my heart skip a beat. “Your cunt’s a goddamn work of art.”

He glances up at me from between my legs, giving me a wolfish smile. Releasing a shaky breath, I hit record, right as he licks up my slit.

“
Oh my fucking god,
” I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut. No one’s ever gone down on me before. It’s so much better than I could’ve imagined.

Holy shit.

My eyes pop open as soon as I remember I’m supposed to be filming this. Whoops.

Blake groans into my skin, his fingers digging into my propped-up thigh. Then he does a magical thing.

His tongue swirls over my clit.

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Rapt, I watch him suck my clit into his mouth on my phone’s screen, which forces a strangled moan to slip from my lips.

I’m never going back to doing it in the dark after this. Seeing everything is
so
much hotter. I’m a changed woman.

Praise Jesus, hallelujah.

He rolls my clit across his tongue and hits a nerve I didn’t know I had. It makes me gasp as I thread my fingers through his hair, my leg reflexively twitching. 

Popping me out of his mouth, he moves down, licking me as he goes. His tongue thrusts inside me and I start to grind my hips against his face, tugging on his hair. 

He curses, his breath harsh against me as his fingers fill me. They curl slightly as they pump into me, hitting a spot I’ve heard about, but never experienced. 

My mouth drops open as his tongue circles me, working in tandem with his fingers. It’s been so long since a real person touched me that it doesn’t take long for the familiar tightness to settle into my muscles. I feel my release barreling toward me like a freight train, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth again, it hits me.

I cry out, clamping down on his fingers as ecstasy washes over me in unrelenting waves. Blake plays my pussy like a finely tuned instrument, his mouth and fingers working harder, faster, as he mercilessly wrenches my orgasm from me.

I’ve never felt anything like it. 

I can’t breathe. 

Can’t think. 

Can’t move.

The pleasure’s so intense my body’s cramped up in one solid stretch of muscle, with Blake’s hair firmly in my grasp. I wouldn’t be surprised if I take a chunk of it with me when I leave.

As soon as my orgasm starts to ebb, he eases up on his pace. It feels like someone replaced my bones with rubber. 

Resting his head on my inner thigh, he slows his thrusts until he’s barely moving. His labored breath feels hot on my skin, and after he pulls his fingers out of me, he presses a kiss against my throbbing clit then carefully sets my foot down and stands.