Page 9 of Reckless Chance
“Aren’t you supposed to carry me over the threshold?” Lowri chastises, refusing to leave the private elevator that opens directly into my penthouse apartment.
I grin, happy that she’s still in thehoneymoonmood.
“That would be tradition, wouldn’t it?” Rather than pick her up in my arms, I throw her over my shoulder and playfully smack her ass, hauling her straight to my bedroom.
She drums my back with her fists, laughing as she says, “You’re doing it wrong. Put me down.”
“This isn’t arealmarriage. There is no right way. Besides, you owe me,” I say, depositing her onto my oversized bed.
“Why do I owe you?”
“I didn’t get a bachelor party.”
“You poor, poor man. That was certainly unfair, wasn’t it? I’ll remedy that,” she offers in a sultry, raspy voice as she slowly rises from the bed.
She gently runs her thumb across my lips and lets her fingers trail down my chin and neck until they’re grasping my necktie. With a gentle tug and a come-hither glance, she leads me to the straight chair near the window.
Damn. Playful Lowri is hot as hell.
She trails a hand across my chest and around my shoulders as she seductively moves behind me. “You won’t be needing this,” she whispers, peeling my jacket down my shoulders and tossing it aside.
Beyonce’sDance for Youbegins playing as Lowri circles back in front of me and places the phone she found in my pocket on a nearby table.
With a hand on each shoulder, she nudges me down onto the chair, instructing, “Lean back and relax. I’ll take care ofeverything. I have a special treat for the groom.”
“Whatever you say, my naughty girl.”
If this fake bachelor party is headed where it seems, I wouldn’t mind getting fake married more often.
She bends forward, her glorious cleavage only inches from my mouth, making me swallow hard to avoid drooling like a teenager. She removes my tie and unbuttons my shirt, letting her long red nails tickle my chest as she draws them toward the waist of my trousers. As I reach for her, she pulls back, wagging her index finger. “Uh-uh, no touching.”
Stretching the tie in front of her, she says, “You won’t be needing this, butIwill,” she teases as she moves behind me again. “Hands behind the chair, my bad boy.”
Trusting Lowri in a way I wouldn’t others, I comply and feel the tie loosely bind my wrists together. She reappears in front of me, asking, “Are you going to behave now?”
“Is that what you really want? I thought you like it when I’m bad.” I smirk.
Without answering, she lip-syncs to the song, mouthing words of adoration and love while she sways to the beat. Tossing her head back, she crosses her arms over her chest, hugging herself. Slowly, Lowri slides her hands down, uncrossing her arms as her fingers move across the soft fabric encasing her ample breasts. Her thumbs caress her nipples through the fabric. I watch as they harden to stiff points, pressing against her dress. Splaying her fingers, her hands roam farther down her dress as her eyes close and her tongue moistens her lips.
Even though we’re playacting tonight, for a second, in my semi-inebriated state, I wonder if we could be an actual couple. It’ll be hard to let her go. This vixen ignites a fire in me and brings out a possessiveness I’ve never felt before. That’s just the alcohol talking. Shaking off those thoughts, I concentrate on the swaying of her hips and bobbing of those delicious breasts.
Her body is undulating in waves as she turns her back to me and lifts the hem of her dress, bending forward to reveal a black lace thong between her tight cheeks. With painful slowness, she places her thumbs under the waistband and inch by inch lowers the thong to her ankles, giving me a full view.
Damn.
As the song describes what she wants to do to me, she backs closer to my lap and pulses her sweet ass up and down within inches of the rock-hard bulge in my trousers, making me ache for release.
When I think this dance can’t get hotter, she flips around and straddles me. She reaches for the back of her dress, unclasping the hooks of its halter top. The shimmery fabric falls forward baring her luscious breasts for me. With her left hand, she laces her fingers in my hair and pulls my head into her chest. No longer able to resist, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, giving it a nip with my teeth. As I’m moving to the other one,I feel Lowri’s right hand unfastening my belt and lowering my zipper.
She’s killing me.
Freeing my cock, she sinks down onto it. Wrapping her long, stiletto-clad legs around the back of the chair, she begins pulsing up and down to the music.
“Fuuuck.I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
Mercifully, neither is she. Her core tightens around me, and she throws her head back, shouting, “Sean! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Any modicum of control I had left disappears, and I tumble over the edge with her, experiencing the best orgasm of my life.
