Vanilla On Top(61)
She moans and her hips thrust off the wall to meet mine. I make my way up to her ear, nibbling her earlobe for a moment before I speak. “I want the world to know you’re mine. I want every man out there to know you’re taken.”
A gasp of surprise sounds from her. “But—”
“No buts.” I kiss her again, this time with more tenderness as I release the punishing grip on her hair. “And you know what else I really want to do right now?”
“What?” Desire makes her voice tremble.
“I want to tell you to get down on your knees.”
Chapter Seventeen
Heather
My heart pounds, feeling like it’s ready to rip its way past my ribs and fall onto the floor. The look on Tony’s face is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Barely-leashed desire wars for dominance over the cool, collected man dressed in a suit.
The idea that I’m the one who’s wound him up feels like a jolt of the most powerful drug through my system.
“Do you now?” I hear myself say, in a soft sexual purr. “And what would I be doing on my knees?” I take my free hand and run it down his stomach, dipping lower to cup his engorged length through his slacks. “Would you be spanking me or commanding me to take you in my mouth?”
A shudder runs through his muscular frame and I feel giddy. Giddy with the power of my sexuality.
A harsh breath pushes out of him, fanning my cheek. “I’d have you start with your mouth.”
Even though he’s pleasured me many times with his mouth, I haven’t had a chance to return the favor. Anticipation pumps through my veins at the thought of teasing him beyond what he can handle.
I stroke his cock and whisper back, “I’d like that.” His shaft lurches in his pants.
Why am I still in this bar? I’ve spent most of the night with Carla and she’s here with other friends. Would I be a total bitch if I bailed? I don’t think so. Decision made, I push away from the wall, moving Tony at the same time.
“Let’s get out of here.”
The heat and painful longing in his expression is all the response I need. He manages a nod and we weave through the crowd to the dance floor, hand in hand. I wave to get Carla’s attention. After a few tries she spots me with Tony. I motion that we’re leaving and she gives me a thumbs up.
A smile creases my face as we turn to leave. I’m relieved Carla isn’t pissed and ecstatic to have a revved-up Tony. The sheer animal magnetism pouring off him is a heady experience. I’ll be lucky not to pull him into an alleyway on the way home and ravish him on the spot.
As fortune would have it, a cab stands outside, the previous passenger still leaning in the window to pay. Tony snags it when the man finishes and we head to his place since it’s closer.
Unlike where I live, his building borders Central Park. The elaborate foyer and impeccably dressed employees make this place more like a hotel than an apartment building.
Tony sees my face and says, “It’s not my unit. It belongs to Apollo. Nice, eh?”
I walk across the polished marble, inset with an intricate design in the center of the room, and mutter, “The understatement of the year.”
We ride to his floor, Tony restlessly shifting his weight from side to side the entire time. I try to smother a smile, not wanting him to think I’m amused at his heightened passion.
One warm palm slides down to cup my bottom, caressing the curve accentuated by the leather. His inquisitive fingers trace the middle seam down, until he’s pressing against my heated core. My breathing changes and soon the smile is wiped right off my smug face.
I jump when the door dings open, now just as eager as Tony to get inside. He fumbles with the keys and finally opens the door. The lights click on and I get the vague impression of a large space with an open floor plan done in neutral tones. Before I have a chance to see more, the door slams and I hear the rasp of a zipper behind me.
Tony stands fully dressed, leaning against the wall, with his thick shaft cradled in one hand. “Heather, are you ready to get down on your knees?”
His voice sounds strained and commanding at the same time.
I comply, sinking to the polished marble foyer at his feet. Heat flares to life in my middle, surprising me that I’m enjoying him in control as much as when I was. I toss my hair back over both shoulders and coyly look up at him through thick lashes. “What would you like me to do?”
Last night was incredible. I teased Tony to the point of no return, right next to the front door. His orgasm was so explosive, he called out my name and yelled, a rough and guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.
We spent the rest of the night making love as if we’d been separated for a year. Tony whispered to me before he fell asleep, mumbling about how he wanted no doubt left in my mind that I was his. He also wrung a promise out of me in mid-coitus—a promise to see him every night during this merger, no matter how late I worked.