To her delight, he groaned. She glided down on him, taking his long shaft as deep as she could. Then she slid back. She dove down again and slid back, then off the tip.
“I give you permission to come,” she said, then took him deep again.
His hand cupped her head, his fingers coiling in her hair.
“Yes, Mistress.” The words, uttered with such need, thrilled her.
She bobbed up and down, squeezing him in her mouth. She stroked his balls, feeling them harden, and as she moved faster, she felt him stiffen. Then he groaned and hot liquid erupted from his cock, filling her mouth and driving her need higher. She kept sucking him, until he had no more to give.
Slowly, she slid away, releasing his cock reluctantly, trying to ignore the intense ache inside her.
She gazed up at him, his face flushed, his breathing heavy, and smiled.
“So do you have a better idea of what I do?”
He nodded and zipped up his pants, looking a little dazed.
“I think I’d better go.” To her surprise, he grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. “Good night.”
The door closed after him and she just stared at it in shock.
Abel closed the door behind him, then strode down the hall to the elevator in a daze. Damn, that was the most intense sexual experience he’d ever had. She was so fucking hot!
She’d said they wouldn’t have sex tonight, but if he’d stayed, he wouldn’t have been able to help himself. The memory of her swollen nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the hard bud, had him growing hard again. If he’d stayed another moment, his intense desire to see her lovely face glowing in orgasm would have driven him to try and seduce her into letting him enter her hot, sweet pussy. In order to respect her wishes, he’d needed to get out of there fast.
He hadn’t succeeded in finding out if she’d be open to a foursome with his brothers. Of course, he hadn’t. His focus had been totally blown.
Fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking of her hot lips around him, gliding up and down his cock. Damn, he was already hard as a rock again. He wanted to fly back to her room and beg her to let him fuck her.
But he wanted to play the game a little longer. Keep her wondering.
And he still had to figure out how to reveal his secret without scaring her away.
The next morning, when Nicole returned to her room after breakfast, there was a message waiting for her. She smiled. Maybe it was from Abel.
She picked up the receiver and dialed the number to retrieve her messages.
“Hello, Nicole. I think we should meet one more time. Please come to 25 Losagos Drive at 7 p.m. tonight. You’ve told me your secret and I must admit I have a secret of my own I’d like to share with you before you go.”
Her chest clenched. He wanted to see her one more time. That sounded like he wanted to say good-bye.
He also said he had a secret, too. That peaked her curiosity, but not enough to draw her attention from the fact she didn’t want to lose him. She would meet him this evening and do everything she could to convince him they should be together, even if it meant suppressing her need to take control. She cursed herself. Why had she taken the chance on losing him by admitting it in the first place? She could have kept her secret hidden.
She sighed. But, no. It was better that he knew. Maybe he would be willing to give a relationship with her a try if she promised to do her best to block her natural tendency to dominate.
What was Abel’s secret? The question had been swirling around Nicole’s mind all afternoon.
She left the hotel and flagged down a cab.
About twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of a lovely inn on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t what Nicole had expected. If he was going to break up with her, she would have thought he’d just pick a restaurant in the city to keep it simple.
She went inside and glanced around. She didn’t see him, so she walked to reception.
“I’m supposed to meet someone here. My name’s Nicole Justin. Is there a message?”
The young woman tapped at her computer screen, then smiled. “Yes, Ms. Justin. Mr. Carter is in room 512 and asked that we give you a key.” The woman handed her a key card, then directed her to the elevators.
He’d gotten a room? Her lips turned up in a smile as she got on the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. The doors whooshed closed. Leaving him wanting more had definitely worked. Her heart thumped loudly in anticipation. She wanted to be with him again. To feel his hands skimming over her body, then explore her intimate places.
The doors opened and she walked down the hall. But maybe he just wanted to talk somewhere private. What was this secret of his?
She stopped in front of a double door. Room 512.