Page 8 of The Last Affair
He sucked in a breath the moment she lowered her face to him and touched her tongue to the tip of his dick before saying, “I’d prefer you not interrupt me.”
Marking another first for her, Desta closed her eyes to the stark pleasure of sucking him deep into her mouth. So deep she had to relax her throat muscles and hold him there for a few seconds to adjust. His fingers raked over her scalp, and she moaned, pulling back slightly while her tongue pressed against the underside of his dick.
She’d never given head on a first date. And to be clear, this wasn’t even a date. It was a hookup that may have been considered a booty call if Maurice had personally summoned her to this resort. Whatever it was called, she was in it now, and she couldn’t say she felt bad about that. On the contrary, she’d decided during dinner while they’d talked that this was going to happen tonight. There was no use in putting it off because it was what they both knew they wanted. As for how she was going to deal with the fact that he was a coworker come Monday morning...she didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, she let herself surrender to the warm and tingly sensations coursing through her as her mouth closed around him again. Bobbing her head up and down over his length had her heart thumping and her pussy pulsating. She was wet, dripping as she felt moisture on her inner thighs. Her breasts were heavy with desire, nipples already puckered.
She pulled back, allowing his dick to plop free of her lips, then sucked in a breath as she used both hands to continue working him. Stroking from his base to his tip, she watched as pearls of pre-cum seeped from his slit before ducking her head to devour them.
“Enough,” he whispered. It was more like a strangled moan, but she heard the word and felt his hands going to her shoulders as he guided her up to a standing position.
“You’ve had enough of me already?” How vulnerable had that sounded? She couldn’t take it back no matter how much she wanted to.
His brow furrowed as a completely confused look covered his face. “Never. I’d just like you to experience some pleasure, too, before I make a complete fool of myself and come all over the place.”
He grinned so she smiled, even though a slow trickle of insecurity had already dared to creep onto the scene. It was ridiculous. This was a different time and place, and Maurice was unlike any man she’d ever met before. Hell, this situation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The past had no business here. She’d remind herself of that whenever necessary.
“I really like your mouth,” he said, running a finger over her lip line. “Really, really like it.”
Before she could reply, she was being turned around and Maurice unzipped the dress, pushing it past her shoulders and down to the floor. When she stepped free of it, he ran his hands up and down her outer thighs, his breaths coming faster as he was the one kneeling now.
“There was a night we stayed late at the office. When the Golden Bride line first launched. You were wearing these black pants with gold-zipper pockets at your hip. And I wondered, what if those zippers went all the way down your long legs, and would the material fall from your body if they did?” His face was awfully close to her ass, the warmth of his breath fanning over the skin left bare there thanks to the black lace thong she wore.
“You thought about me sexually?” That had never occurred to her before. She and Maurice snipped at each other competitively. Never out of anger, but as friends, or even family. There was definitely a one-upmanship going on between them that most days she found entertaining.
Maurice was funny and totally self-absorbed at times. But he knew his job like no other PR exec she’d ever met. He handled everything that came at RGF, from the scandal with Riley and her first fiancé to just recently when a reporter attempted to undermine the partnership that Major—Maurice’s twin brother—had with Nina Fuller, the owner of a fashion app. Maurice was a whiz at crisis management and totally invested in his family’s fashion house. Yet, there’d never been a time she thought of him as just a man. Now, before anything else happened between them in this room, she knew she’d never think of him as anything less again.
“It was just that one time, and I cursed myself every second for the rest of that evening, swearing I wasn’t some type of sick bastard for thinking of you in that way.”
Because they hadn’t considered each other that way. Until they’d met anonymously online and got to know each other as man and woman. Dear Lover 1687 was the kind of man she’d longed for; he knew her in ways she’d just begun to know herself.
“And now we’re making our relationship awkward.” Doubt that hadn’t been there moments ago when she’d had him in her mouth now circled her mind like rain clouds.
He stood now, turning her so that she faced him again. “No. We’re making it better. Otherwise, all that pent-up desire we were able to release on that message board would remain locked up inside of us. We both deserve better.”
With those words he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting until her feet were off the floor and he could ease them back to the bed and lay her down. His movements from then on were methodical. Long fingers undid the clips holding the garters to her thigh-high black stockings. He unhooked the garter belt and her bra, tossing them both aside. When all she still wore were the thong, nylons and shoes, he stared down at her, passion alight in his dark eyes.
“You’re not beautiful.”
The walls around her immediately closed in until she had to gasp for breath. Memories came flooding back, and she rose up on her elbows, ready to push him away, get dressed and leave him in that room alone. A featherlight touch of his finger to the line of her jaw held her still.
“That’s not enough to describe you. It’s too ordinary. Too cliché.”
The rich timbre of his voice saying exactly what she needed to hear made her too hot.
“I don’t need flattery.” Although it was welcome, she’d resigned herself to not accepting it if it wasn’t sincere, which oftentimes it wasn’t. Really, that excuse had become a security shield to prevent her from the opposite: demeaning criticism.
“You deserve it.” He tilted her chin and leaned in to place the softest kiss against her lips. “Now, lie back and let me reminisce on something I wrote.”
She did as she was told. “You mean, you’re going to kiss me all over, stopping only when I beg.”
He’d already eased down until his mouth hovered scant inches over her nipple. The look he gave her—arched brows, mischief in his eyes and a quirk of his lips—was the most devilishly sexy expression she’d ever seen.
Maurice gave no verbal response, but he did suck that nipple into his mouth, gorging on it as if he’d been starving for years. She arched into the pleasure seizing her senses. The assault continued when he palmed her other breast, tweaking her other nipple until pleasure and pain had her gasping. Who would’ve guessed he’d have such a phenomenal mouth? Every spot of skin his tongue and lips touched they tortured. From the sensitive area beneath her breasts that she’d never considered an erogenous zone down to the spot just above her hip bone where his tongue traced lazy circles until her head thrashed against the bed. She was close to begging, and the wicked grin he gave when he lifted his head and spread her thighs wide said he knew it.
The fire that had been brewing between them for the last three months via email was now an inferno as her body craved every touch from him. Desta knew what was coming next. She’d received good oral before and was poised for Maurice to bring no less passion and desire than he’d already shown her. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the jolt of delight that shot so quick and hot through her body the second his tongue touched her clit. She almost leaped up off the bed. He’d patiently placed his palm on her lower abdomen, holding her steady as his other hand parted her pussy and he licked her again.
She huffed and grabbed the comforter.
He licked her repeatedly as if she were some new flavor of ice cream, and her thighs quivered. Sucking each lip into his mouth was another sweet torture, and Desta breathed out heavily before biting down on her lower lip. It was the only way to keep from yelling out and insisting he get inside her immediately.
