A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet (15 page)

I didn’t stop to shoot the shit with him because I really didn’t have anything to say. Besides, I had a telephone date with my girl, and I had no intention whatsoever of missing it.

“What do you want, Stone?” I snapped.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re planning on being at the next board meeting, that’s all.” David’s words were ones of casual curiosity, but it wasn’t hard to see the cutting look his dark eyes reflected, or the scornful sneer that played along his lips. My right hand started to close into a fist. I wanted to
knock the fucker out cold and wipe that butt-ugly mug along the floor to remove his cocky perma-grin.

“Why wouldn’t I be there?” I sighed in annoyance and punched the down button for my personal elevator, imagining it was his face.

“Well, since you’ve been MIA so much lately, I wasn’t sure. You don’t want to miss this meeting, Crawford. It’s going to be entertaining as hell.” He flashed his toothy grin and then winked at me before he finally got out of my face.

Entertaining. The asshat really thought I’d get ousted over threatening to kill him? People said stuff like that every day. And while it might not be appropriate for the workplace, it certainly wasn’t enough to make me lose my own company to the likes of him. Besides, it was his word against mine, and I highly doubted he was wired at the time.

I rushed home like a madman. Well, as much rushing as a madman could do in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Sitting in the back of the limo for so long drove me crazy. I swore I could still smell Lanie’s delicious scent from the trysts we’d had there.

Once inside the sprawling mansion I’d called home for all my life, the emptiness and longing set in yet again. Lanie had a way of filling the room with a presence that was larger than life, yet so intimate it felt like she and I were the only two people left on the planet. And I was really into the prospect of the two of us doing all we could to repopulate the damn place. You know, for the sake of mankind and all. And that was when it dawned on me: I wanted kids with her. Lots and lots of kids.

When Lanie and I last spoke, she had claimed she was going to give me a real workout the next time we saw each other. I
had to chuckle to myself at the thought. She had become the insatiable one. Once a kitten that trembled under my stare, she had morphed into a lioness, a sleek predator whose need to satiate her hunger made her desperate and bold. The tables had turned—where she had become the predator, I had become the prey.

Well, not really, but I wasn’t averse to letting her think so if it meant she was going to be more adventurous. I admired her for knowing what she wanted and not being ashamed to take it, even if I was a willing participant.

I grabbed a quick bite to eat and a shower while I waited for her call. I had just stepped out of the bathroom when my phone rang. I dropped my towel to lunge at it from the other side of the room, completely naked as I crashed onto the bed in an awkward position. Damn, but that hurt.

“Oh, shit! Goddamnit!” Yes, those were the first words that came out of my mouth when I answered the phone. “Hey, kitten.”

“What’s wrong?” Lanie asked, worry lacing her tone.

“I think I broke my dick,” I told her as I rolled onto my back.

Lanie attempted to stifle her giggle from the other end of the line. “Were you doing your cockarobics?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, playing along. “Only my dick refuses to bend that way.”

“Aw, poor baby,” she cooed. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Had my cock not been on a perma-leash, I was sure it would’ve attempted to lunge through the phone to get at her.

“You’re an evil little minx. You know damn well I would
love nothing more than to fuck your mouth. Now I’m hard from the thought, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Her voice was all deep and sultry and shit. Not helping matters at all. “What are you wearing?”

“I’m lying in bed. What do you think I’m wearing?” I asked in a husky voice, knowing damn well she knew I slept in the nude.

“Mmm, show me.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Look at your cell.”

My phone vibrated on my nightstand and I reached over my head and grabbed it. Sure enough, there was a text from my girl. When I opened it, I nearly fell off the bed. There she was, naked as the day she was born, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She was propped up against her headboard, her luxurious hair cascading over her shoulders, her breasts full, and nipples taut. Her knees were lifted and spread to the sides, giving me a glorious vision of the tender pink flesh between her thighs. And her eyes. Dear Lord, her eyes were all hooded and she was biting down on that plump, bottom lip like she was craving my touch.

“I showed you mine. Now, show me yours,” she practically purred into the phone.

“Oh, so you want to play, do you?” I asked with a smirk I knew she could hear even though she couldn’t see it.

“Does this sound like I want to play?” I heard the click of a button and then the unmistakable vibration of the Crawford bullet I had gifted her. “I need you. I can’t wait any longer. Make me come, Noah.”

“Jesus Christ …” I was more than happy to make her come, even if it was going to have to be by a piece of goddamn metal instead of any real part of my body. “Is that my bullet, kitten?” I asked, already sure of the answer.

“No, but this is.” Another, higher-pitched vibration joined the low hum of the previous one, and I raised an eyebrow.

“So, what’s that other thing you got there, Lanie?”

She giggled. “Dez made me go to this little shop with her today. An adult shop. I never even knew it existed. Probably because it was tucked away in a back alley.”

“You bought a vibrator?” I hoped like fucking hell she used my credit card to buy the best they had to offer, even though the motherfucking thing was going in the trash as soon as I got her back in my bed where she belonged. No cock, real or fake, was going anywhere near my pussy when I was perfectly capable of taking care of her needs myself. The Crawford bullet was an exception only because it was an enhancer, not a cock replacement.

“Mmm-hmm. Of course, it’s nowhere near as big as the real thing, but since I can’t have you, it’ll have to do.”

Yeah, my head grew about ten times its normal size. Both of them.

“Tell me what to do with it, Noah. Tell me how to make myself feel good. What would you do to me if I was there with you right now?”

I ogled her picture on my cell phone and I knew exactly what I would’ve done. “I’d throw your ass on this bed and bury my face between those beautiful thighs to feast on you. That’s what the fuck I’d do if you were here.”

She moaned into the phone and my dick twitched on my stomach. Goddamn, but that woman could turn me inside out.

“But since you’re not sprawled naked on my bed, we’ll have to make do. That vibrator will play the part of me for the evening. We’ll call it mini-me. I want you to put it to the side and get the bullet, kitten. Move it down your body and let it rest just over your clit. Not on it. Above it.”

She moaned again, obviously approving of the light vibrations that were teasing her nerve endings.

“Leave it there. No matter how badly you want to move it down further, don’t,” I directed her. “Now, palm those beautiful breasts and massage them. God, they feel so good, don’t they? Lick your fingers for me, Lanie. Push your breasts together, and then use those wet fingers to pull and tug on those pert little nipples. That’s my mouth, hot and wet, sucking and teasing. I alternate between each one, my tongue flicking and circling, then both of them at the same time. Scrape your nipples with your fingernails. That’s my teeth. Damn, I want to bite them so bad. Do you feel me, kitten?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Fuck, when you say it like that …” I closed my eyes and could almost see her hands manipulating her own body. I made a mental note to make that a reality in the very near future. Maybe I’d even watch her pleasure herself with her little toy as well. I should reconsider letting her keep it after all.

“Touch yourself for me. Slip your fingers between your pussy lips and feel how soft and warm you are,” I continued to toy with her. “Are you wet for me, Lanie?”

She moaned. “So fucking wet.”

My voice was deep and throaty to my own ears, blood pumping through my veins and going straight to my engorged cock. “That’s good, kitten. Take the mini-me and put it in
your mouth. I want you to suck my cock. Get me wet and ready to slide inside that tight pussy.”

The hum that came from the other end of the line was muffled, and I could tell she’d done exactly what I’d asked of her. Wet, slurping sounds mixed with greedy moans of satisfaction, and I wanted to feel what the fuck she was doing for real, not just imagine it.

“That’s enough, Lanie. You don’t want to make me jealous, do you?”

“Will it make you fuck me hard?” Her voice was teasing, hoping my answer would be yes.

“You like it when I fuck you hard?”

Lanie mewled on the other end of the line, and my breathing accelerated from the sound alone. My cock was about as hard as it could get and I feared I might seriously burst a blood vessel if I didn’t release some of the tension soon. My hand had a mind of its own at that point and I began to stroke myself.

“I love it when my pussy feels so good to you that you just can’t help yourself.”

When my girl said
pussy
, it just motherfucking did things to me. A growl erupted from my chest and escaped through my clenched teeth. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

She knew what the fuck I wanted to hear. She was playing with me, and I was slightly annoyed by it. Mostly because she was there and I wasn’t, and I was hornier than a nymphomaniac on the set of a porno. “You know what. Say it again.”

“Puuuuusssyyyy.”

“Goddamnit, woman. If you were here right now, I’d have
no mercy on you. I’d fuck you so hard you’d be seeing stars.” And I meant every word of it, too.

“Now who’s the tease? Tell me what to do next, Noah.”

Oh, right. She was holding a dildo in her hands. So many places my mind could’ve gone with that thought. It was about to hit on at least one of those.

“Turn it on, kitten. Feel me vibrating in your hands. I want you to run the head of my dick up and down those wet folds. Soak me in your wetness.”

“Mmm, that feels so good.”

I shouldered my phone and reached behind me to fumble around with my hand until I found the lubricant in the drawer of the nightstand. Then I squirted a generous amount into my palm before throwing the bottle to the side so I could watch my hand go to work on my cock.

“Feel me there, teasing your opening with my cock. I’m ready for you. I want to fuck you hard and fast. I want to make you scream my name.”

“God, yes, Noah,” she moaned, her breathing labored to match my own.

“Sit up on your knees, kitten. Can you do that for me? I want you to turn the speakerphone on, sit up on your knees and hold on to the headboard with your free hand.”

I heard a shuffling noise from the other end of the line, and then her voice again, a little more distant than before. “Okay, what now?”

“You’re going to ride my cock, Lanie. Put a pillow between your legs and prop that thing on it. Now spread your knees until you’re low enough that you can feel it at your opening.”

“I want you so bad,” she whined.

“Then take me. Lower yourself onto my cock and ride me hard, just the way you like it.” Wanting to feel the sensation with her, I squeezed the head of my dick between my thumb and forefinger before bucking my hips to push the rest of my cock through the grip of my hand.

My eyes shut as the mental picture of entering her mixed with the memory of how I knew it felt. “Oh, fuck, Lanie. You feel so good. Do you like that?”

“You’re so
thick
,” she enunciated the last word.

“Kitten, you gotta stop saying stuff like that before I get in the fucking car and drive my ass to Hillsboro to kidnap you.” And I was a ball’s hair away from doing it, too.

“Will you bring your thick cock?”

Her words sent me into a frenzied state. My hands tightened on my dick as I stroked it faster, the lubricant warming with the friction from my palm. I closed my eyes and imagined it was her pussy wrapped around me, constricting and releasing as she rocked her hips above me.

I wanted to see her looking down at me, her mouth slightly agape while her fingernails dug into the muscles on my chest. Her hair creating a curtain around us. Her hips undulating against mine as she stroked that little nub against my groin.

She moaned and groaned on the other end of the line, quietly so as not to disturb the rest of the household, but she was reeling and I could tell she needed more.

“Ride me, Lanie. Harder.” I imagined her ass slapping against my thighs as her tits bounced with her movements. My hand quickened and I bit into my lip so hard I thought for sure I had split it.

“Feels so good,” she moaned quietly. I could hear her breaths and the soft tap of her headboard as she rode the dildo beneath her.

“Hold on, kitten. Just hold on,” I urged her, almost there myself.

“Noah, I need you. Please?” she begged, seeking her release. “Give me more.”

“I promised to give you everything you need. Remember? Didn’t I promise you that? Let go of the headboard, Lanie. Use your fingers. Find the spot, the one that needs that little something more. Work it with your fingers and when I tell you to, I want you to pinch it.”

Her breathing was heavy, a keening sound building on the other end of the line until it went throaty.

“Now, kitten. Pinch it now.”

“Oh, fuck!” she called out, her voice a husky whisper as she tried to be quiet. I could practically see her head fall back and her body go rigid under the power of her orgasm.

And that vision took me exactly where I needed to go as well. “Right there. Right … fucking … there.” I growled out my release, my hips bucking into my fisted hand. Squeezing my cock tight and pressing the pad of my thumb to the tip, semen shot out like thick, molten lava from a spewing eruption and landed on my stomach. I milked my cock, my hips pumping in uneven intervals until the job was done.