Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(38)

Oliver gripped her hand and clamped it around his stalk. "Don't be gentle. I like it rough. Hold it tight and stroke it like this."

He had no idea why she was playing the innocent. From the doorway of the conference room at the hotel earlier, he'd watched her with her legs spread, luxuriating in his brother's touch and moaning. But suddenly she behaved as if she was so damn inexperienced that he had to explain how to stroke a cock? If this was another ploy of hers, Oliver would give her credit. She was a master.

Her hands trembled as he demonstrated exactly how he wanted her to handle his erection. She cast her gaze down, watching as he guided her to pump his cock in long passes that had his whole body tightening in anticipation.

Over and over, he guided her hand over his dick. How long had it been since he'd felt this good? This right? He should be thanking Callum for forcing the issue earlier in the evening. Now he didn't have to play the gentleman. He could take what he wanted and they could come to a proper arrangement-one that didn't involve either of his brothers.



       
         
       
        

Oliver wasn't an idiot. He knew Rory fancied himself in love with Tori and had been willing to sacrifice because he'd thought she would bring his oldest brother back to life. How would Rory feel about giving up the woman he loved when he learned Oliver wanted her as a mistress and nothing more? Would that finally break his youngest brother?

He shoved the guilt aside. After everything he'd been through, the universe owed him and he intended to take it from her. Of course he'd also make certain to drench her in pleasure, but he refused to sit around feeling guilty another second. She'd agreed to be his lover tonight. She'd tossed her ring aside like a piece of garbage.

She was fair game.

"Get on your knees. I want your mouth on me." He helped her to the floor. Seeing her beneath him, her hair flowing around her shoulders, he had to catch his breath. She was so beautiful he could almost buy what she was selling, likely would have had Yasmin not given him such a horrifically useful life lesson. His late wife had actually done him a favor. If not for her, he might have loved Tori with everything he had, and her eventual betrayal would have been worse than Yasmin's. He'd always kept a tiny part of himself from Yasmin that he doubted he could have managed with Tori. Now he could enjoy her properly, without surrendering his heart.

"Should I use my hands, too? Or just my mouth?" The husky but sweet sound of her voice made his cock tighten painfully.

He liked this game of hers. He could pretend she was new to all of this, that she'd saved herself for him. "Grip it like I taught you and lick the head as if it's something sweet you want to devour."

Her soft fingers encased his cock just before her tongue darted out for a taste. A sizzle slid down his spine. He groaned. God, it would be so easy for her to undo him. She swiped her tongue across the head tentatively, as though she wasn't quite sure what to do but was willing to try. He thrust his hands into her hair to steady himself while he fought the urge to shove his way deep inside her mouth.

"Like this?" Her tongue fluttered around the head of his dick, and he shuddered. Then she pumped his cock and sucked the tip inside.

"That's a perfect start." He closed his eyes briefly, letting his head roll back as the heat of her mouth flowed over him. "Now take more."

She immediately obeyed, opening her mouth to receive another inch of him. She stopped there and worked that bit of flesh, laving it with her affection. Oliver couldn't stand not to see her lips around his cock for another second. He opened his eyes and looked down, stunned by the sight of her devouring him. Her lush lips moved over his flesh, heating him to the boiling point. Her hand tightened and her mouth moved, his dick disappearing a little more with each pass. 

Without even thinking about it, he gripped her scalp and directed her to take the rhythm he craved. She sucked him hard. The long passes of her mouth soon had him panting with the need to come down her throat. He could do it and still be ready to take her again in no time at all. That's how much he wanted her. She made him feel like he was bloody sixteen again and ready to rut at the merest hint of sex. He could fuck her all night and wake her in the morning to take his cock again.

"Harder. Take the rest, Tori. You can do it. Breathe through your nose and let it happen. I'm going to come down that soft throat of yours and you will swallow everything I give you."

She nodded around his cock and took another inch, softly growling against his skin. The sensation had him growling right back at her.