What He Craves (5 page)

“I’m wearing a skirt and a V-neck sweater,”
I said, summoning my resolve and pushing him off me.
 
“That’s hardly a sexy outfit.
 
And you lost the right to tell me what to wear when you told
me to get out of your apartment this morning.”

“I told you I had a meeting.”

“Yeah, but you were mean about it.
 
And you barely even looked at me when
we were in the police station.”

He seemed annoyed by this.
 
“I’m moody, Charlotte.
 
That’s something you’re going to have
to deal with.
 
And when we’re in a
professional situation, I can’t make it obvious that I was just fucking you an
hour earlier.”

“No, but you could at least say hello.”

“Hello,” he breathed, moving back over to
me.
 
His breath tickled my ear,
sending a wave of heat radiating between my legs.
 
He reached down and pulled my sweater off in one smooth motion.
 
“Jesus,” he said when he saw the
pink-and-black lace push-up bra I was wearing underneath.
  
He pulled the cups down and
lowered his head to my nipples, sucking on them right there in the back of the
limo.

I tried to resist, but it was
impossible.
 
His mouth on me felt
so good, so right.
 
I couldn’t take
it.
 
I knew he was dangerous, but I
didn’t care.
 
The things he was
doing to me were too hard to fight against, too overwhelming.

 
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
 
It was thick and perfect, rock hard and
standing at attention.
 
He grabbed
my hand and put it on his dick, and I stroked it while he sucked my tits.
 
Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me,
his tongue exploring mine.
 

After a moment, he grabbed me around the
waist and pushed me down onto the floor of the limo, my knees brushing against
the rough carpeted floor.
 
He took
my chin in his hand and tipped it up so I was looking at him, then rubbed the
head of his cock over my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, and he slid the head
of his cock past my lips.
 

“Good girl,” he said as I started
sucking.
 
He put his hand on the
back of my head, guiding me down as I blew him.

I loved the way he felt in my mouth, and
I slipped my hand around his shaft, stroking him as I sucked.

“God, Charlotte,” he groaned.
 
“Good girl.
 
Suck it harder, baby.”
 
The way he was talking was turning me on.
 
I could feel my panties were already soaked.
 
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I gazed
up at him, our eyes locking on each other while I moved up and down on his
cock.

Finally, he pulled me back up onto the
seat.
 
“Get on your hands and
knees,” he growled.

I did as I was told, sticking my ass up
in the air, not even caring that we were in the back of a limo, that he was
taking me right here.

He ripped my panties off and tossed them
onto the floor, then took his dick in his hand and rubbed it over my slit. “Jesus,
Charlotte, that little pussy is just begging to be fucked.”
 
And then he slid right inside of me.

I cried out in pleasure, already ready to
come from that first stroke.
 
But
he leaned his body over me and grabbed my hair, pulled my head back until his
lips were against my ear.
 
“Don’t
come yet, baby,” he rasped.
 
“Not
until I say.”

I whimpered, hoping he would pull back on
the pressure, but he didn’t.
 
He
kept fucking me, faster and deeper, his balls hitting my ass.
 

“I’m going to blow a nice big load in
you, do you want that, baby?” he demanded.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“When you feel me shoot inside of you, I
want you to come, do you understand me, Charlotte?”

“Yes.”
 
He hand was still on my hair, and he pulled back and slapped
my ass nice and hard.

I yelled out in pain and surprise, but my
pussy got wetter.

“Come for me, Charlotte,” he
commanded.
 
“Come on my dick,
baby.”
 
I did as I was told, a
second later feeling the first shot of his seed filling up my pussy.
 
He kept pistoning in and out, in and
out, until I’d gotten every last drop of his come.

He slid out of my slowly and collapsed
onto the seat across from me.
 

I sat up and pulled my skirt down, then
searched the limo floor for my panties.
 

Noah buttoned his pants and looked at me
through hooded eyes.
 
“You really
shouldn’t be wearing such revealing outfits, Charlotte,” he admonished.
 
“You’ll get all kinds of attention that
might lead to bad things.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I said.
 
I was still out of breath, still
exhilarated by the fact that he’d called me into his limo and fucked me. It
meant he still wanted me, and even though it was wrong, I liked it.

Noah reached over and pushed a button on
the console in the arm rest next to him.

“Yes?” the voice came.

“We’ll be taking my guest home now,” he
said.
 
“Do you remember her address
from this morning, Jared?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

He clicked off and I stared at him,
aghast.
 
“We’ll be taking my guest
home now?” I repeated incredulously.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He was pulling a bottle
of water from a cooler that was attached to the side of the door.
 
“Did you have somewhere else you were
planning to go?”

“No, I just…”
 
I trailed off, looking out the window so he wouldn’t see the
hurt in my eyes.
 
I enjoyed having
sex with him.
 
I did.
 
It was amazing and wonderful and
physically the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt.
 
But to be just called into his limo like this and then
brought home?

I blinked back a few tears and took a
deep breath.
 
You’re being a baby,
I told myself.
 
He’s a beautiful,
rich man who could have any woman he wanted.
 
You saw that girl in the picture.
 
She could have been – probably was – a model.
Noah hadn’t made any promises to me, he hadn’t told me he wanted to be with me
in any way other than a sexual one.

It was my decision to get down on my
knees and suck his dick like some kind of unpaid prostitute.
 
So if I should be upset with anyone, I
should be upset with myself.

I blinked a few more times until my eyes
were clear.
 
And then I realized we
were in my neighborhood.
 
This
whole time I’d thought we’d been driving around aimlessly, that Noah had told
his driver to waste time.
 
But
instead, we’d been heading toward my neighborhood, like Noah had always known he
was going to be sending me home.

I was mad now.

And not just at myself.

“Would you like some water, Charlotte?”
Noah asked me.

“No.”

We were getting closer to my apartment,
and I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
 
I couldn’t wait to leave him in his stupid limo with his stupid driver
and his stupid everything.
 
I never
wanted to see him again in my life.
 
I was already opening the door as the limo slowed to a crawl.

I stepped out onto the sidewalk and
rushed toward my building.

I heard Noah call my name, but I ignored
him.

I fumbled with the key to my front door,
cursing the fact that I lived in a three-story walk up and not one of those
fancy apartment buildings that came with a doorman.
 
Flouncing off to my doorman would have been much more
dramatic.

“Charlotte,” Noah said, suddenly by my
side.
 
“Charlotte, what’s wrong?”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked.
 
“You’re seriously asking me that?
 
You’ve fucked me three times now, and
each time, you pretty much just leave.
 
No ‘I’ll call you later’, no ‘talk to you soon, Charlotte’ or ‘I had a
nice time, Charlotte.’ Just nothing.”

“I asked you to have breakfast with me
this morning.”

“Right before you kicked me out of your
apartment!”

He looked shocked.
 
“I’m sorry,” he said.
 
“That’s just how these things go for
me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that it is what it is.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to do whatever
this is anymore.”
 
I pushed open
the door to my building and stepped inside, but he followed me into the lobby.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up
against the wall.
 
“Do you know how
hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you?”

“I’m not your toy,” I said.
 
“You can’t just have me whenever you
want.
 
I’m a person, Noah.”

“I know that,” he said, his dark eyes
fiery with passion.
 
“You think I
don’t know that?”

“Then why aren’t you acting like
it?”
 
I didn’t care if I was
breaking every rule in the girl code book, the one where you weren’t supposed
to ask a man where your relationship stood.
 
Especially one you’d just met.
 
But I wasn’t going to let Noah just use me like that.
 
Even if the sex was incredible.

“Because I can’t, Charlotte, okay?
 
I can’t.”

“That’s bullshit.”
 
I started to push past him, but he
reached out and put his arms on either side of me, pinning me in.

“You have no idea what you’re talking
about,” he said.
 
“Do you have any
idea what it would be like to be with me?
 
To
really
be with me?”

“I’m not talking about being with you,” I
said.
 
“I hardly even know
you!
 
I’m talking about just being
nice to me.
 
You know, polite.
 
Keeping up with social norms?”

He shook his head.
 
“There is no middle ground with you,
Charlotte.
 
If I let my guard down,
if I even – ” He dropped his hands, walked over to the other side of the
lobby, put his hands on the wall and leaned over and stared at the ground.

“What?” I asked.
 
“If you even what?”

“You don’t understand my demons,
Charlotte,” he said, his voice soft.
 
“You don’t understand the kinds of things I require from the women I’m
with.”

He turned and looked at me then, all
traces of bravado gone.
 
An electricity
thrummed between us, and I had the feeling that even this tiny admission, this
tiny bit of nothing, was hard for him.

I reached out and put my hand on his arm,
but he pulled away.
 

“What kind of things?” I asked gently.

He ran a finger down my cheek.
 
“Things a woman like you would never
understand.”

“Try me.”

His eyes searched mine, and I had a
feeling I was standing at the precipice of something dangerous, like staring
into an abyss at the moment right before you’re about to fall.
 
I wanted him to pull me in, to pull me
under, to take me wherever it was he was going.

“Please, Noah,” I pressed.
 
“I want to understand.”

His face darkened, and a second later,
all traces of vulnerability were gone.
 
He straightened up.
 
“I wish
you could, Charlotte,” he said.
 
“But I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me,” I said.
 
I put my hand back on his arm, and this
time, he didn’t pull away.
 
“I want
to.”

We stood there for a moment, neither of
us saying anything, the silence stretching for what seemed like forever.
 
And then his cockiness came back, that
disarming grin of his returning to his face.

“Very well, Charlotte,” he said.
 
He reached into his pocket and pulled
out his phone.
 
“I’m texting you an
address.
 
Be there tonight at nine
o’clock.”
 
He slid his phone back
into his pocket, and then his eyes slid up my body.
 
“Wear the sexiest thing you own.”