Page 40 of Game Changer

“Oh, Buckie.” She shakes her head at him. “Nice to meet you Zara. I’ll be at the BBC studios later so we can have a natter while this man works his magic.”

“Nice to meet you too Shelly.”

We watch her leave and listen for the door latching. And then in a flash Buckie has me in his arms, his lips crashing into mine and a growl coming from his throat.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” he rasps as he kisses my jaw and down to my neck. He pulls my coat open, exposing me. Taking my breast in his hand he rolls my painfully hard nipple between his fingers.

“Missed you too,” I say breathlessly.

“Mmm, so beautiful.”

He kisses his way down between my breasts, down my belly and across to the soft skin at the top of my thigh. I perch myself on the back of the sofa and tilt my hips towards him making the invitation to go further evident. He kisses softly — and achingly slowly — across my pubic bone and stops, hovering a whisper away from me. His breath on my skin sends shivers up my spine. My body is pulsing for him. I realise that he isn’t touching me with any part of his body, yet I feel as though I might explode in a shooting orgasm any minute. Simply being near him has such an effect on me that I don’t recognise myself sometimes. No one has ever been close to doing this to me.

“Buckie,” I whisper, pleading with him. If he doesn’t do something soon, I’m a goner.

“Zara.” He breathes onto my skin, the cool air catching me in just the right spot and sending shockwaves through my body. I can’t help myself. It’s obvious the build-up to seeing him, and the naughty entrance I made, has me so wound up that I don’t need his touch to get me off. The orgasm warms my body and as it almost ends, Buckie flicks his tongue on my clit and it’s like I’m on the big dipper. Coming down and going back up again.

“Holy fuck Buckie,” I manage to squeal out as he pushes his tongue inside me, my muscles still pulsing around him.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations causing my body to buck under him.

He stops and stands up folding me in his arms and pulling me close to him. He kisses me, hard and fast, biting my lip and letting it snap back to my mouth. I can feel his erection against my bare skin, and I want him so badly.

“I need you Buckie, right here, right now.”

“Consider it done,” he says, letting me go and freeing himself.

He pulls my hips towards him, and I feel the hot head of his cock at my core. I want to slide right onto it, but I resist. The torturous feeling of want is so sexy and is heightening my senses even further.

“Take off your coat,” he whispers, and I oblige. I twist to take off my heels and he stops me. “Leave them on.”

“Really?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Red heels and nothing else. What could be sexier?”

“Okay then.”

I leave them on and then he does the unthinkable and backs away from me. He stops a few feet away and stares at me. I have both hands behind me so that my breasts are pushed forward. My bum is barely hanging onto the back of the sofa.

“Do you have any idea what that sight is doing to me?” he asks taking his cock in his hand and pumping it a few times. The sight has my head spinning.

“I can see what it’s doing. Do you have any idea how lonely it is over here?” I counter, taking one hand and touching my pussy, slipping a finger inside and never taking my eyes off him.

We are both breathing heavily now and it’s all the sound there is in the suite. This act of mutual masturbation is as hot as fuck. I see a flash of fire in his eyes. Without missing a beat he stalks towards me and positions himself right between my legs. I remove my hand and then he’s inside me, right to the hilt and I let out a long moan. The intrusion is fast and hard, and I’m consumed by him. He doesn’t take it easy on me and that’s fine by me. I need him like the desert needs water.

He sets a fast pace, bucking his hips into me, each time hitting my clit. My body tingles, readying itself to orgasm again and this time I know it’s going to ruin me.

“I’m so close Zar. So. Fucking. Close,” he says through gritted teeth.

I take my nipple between my fingers and that does it for him. I can feel him pulsing into me, his breathing becoming stuttered. He grabs my bum with both hands and pulls me in close to him. He grinds his hips against me, rubbing my clit and giving me a mind-blowing orgasm. We are both panting as we each recover and as he withdraws from me, his cock slicks my inner thigh.

“We need to get cleaned up before we head out.” He places a soft kiss on my lips, and I kick off my heels as we head to the master bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You can bet we’ll be doing a lot of that while I’m here.”

“Too fucking right,” he says over his shoulder to me as I follow him through the suite. I don’t even give a shit about the fact that I am walking naked right by the huge windows.

I’m not even sure if anyone could see in here. Right now, I don’t care. All I see is him.

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