Easy Kisses (The Boudreaux Series Book 4) (7 page)

His very impressive cock.

My hands are everywhere, in his hair, over his shoulders, his back. I want his clothes off,
now.

I grip the hem of his shirt and tug up. He leans back long enough for me to lift it over his head and throw it on the floor, and I’m stunned. The tattoo on his left arm covers the ball of his shoulder. I lean in and place a kiss there, where it ends, then bite his neck gently.

“If you’re going to bite, fucking bite,” he growls, and I comply, sucking the skin in my mouth and biting hard.

“Jesus,” he groans and lifts my chin to devour my mouth again. He nibbles the edge of my lip before kissing me deeply. His hands are pressing into my ass firmly, most likely causing bruises on the skin.

I can’t wait to see them later.

“I want you,” he whispers against my ear then licks my earlobe. “I want you right now, and I’m bloody done with denying it.”

“Yes,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. I’m as out of breath as I was when we hiked the mountain, but for an entirely different reason.

He grabs my hands and pins them above my head, grinds his cock against my already wet center, and I’m about come undone from that alone.

I’m not even naked yet!

“Tell me you want it too.”

“I do.”
God, I do.
The fact that I haven’t been with a man in forever is of no consequence. I want
this
man. Right now.

His hand dives down my pants and he cups me over my panties.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

“This is a little hot,” I reply and think frantically which panties I’m wearing.

“A little?”

“Maybe more than a little.”

“Love, this is about to get a
lot
hot. If you’re not okay with that, say so now, because I’m about three seconds from being inside of you.”

“Well, get on with it already.”

Chapter Five

~Simon~

God, she makes me crazy. Her smart mouth, her firm body, the way she clenches my hair in her fists while I kiss the hell out of her. All of her.

And I want more.

I lower her to the floor and begin to strip her out of her clothes, not giving a fuck where I throw them. She’s making quick work of mine as well, and when we’re finally naked, I grab the complimentary condom on the wet bar, boost her onto the large bed, and cover her, my cock hard and pulsing. But I don’t push inside her.

Not yet.

“We can’t use that condom,” she says, suddenly grinding everything to a halt.

“What do you mean?” I lift up, staring down at her, panting.

“I’m allergic.”

“You’re allergic?” Jesus, I keep repeating everything she says, but I have a serious lack of blood flow to the brain right now.

“Bad things happen down there when condoms are involved.” She bites her lip. “I have an IUD, and I was with the same man for a long time. I haven’t been with anyone else in months.”

I narrow my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Trust me,” she says, “this is no psycho trap or anything, I just don’t want to deal with an uncomfortable crotch for the next week.”

I chuckle and cup her face in my hands. The crazy thing is, I
do
trust her, and I haven’t trusted a woman in a very long time.

“I’m clean,” I say finally. “I’m very selective, and I see the doctor regularly.”

A slow smile spreads over her lips.

“I thought you said you’d be inside me in three seconds.”

“I was mistaken,” I reply as I spread her wide and kiss her core, suck her lips into my mouth, then lick up to her clit and grin in satisfaction when she cries out and arches her back, grips the back of my head, and pulls me tighter against her, grinding herself on my face.

I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.

I can’t stand it anymore. I press wet kisses up her torso, cover her mouth with mine, and slip inside her to the hilt. I want to stop and enjoy the wetness surrounding me, but her hips arch and I can’t resist setting the pace, fast and furious, pumping in and out of her with frustration and pure lust.

She pushes on my shoulders, and I grip her ass and flip us and she begins to ride me like a woman possessed. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks are flushed, and she’s biting her swollen lips. She’s planted her hands on my chest for leverage as she rides me, clenching that pussy around my cock each time she pulls up, and I swear to God my eyes are bloody crossed.

Her tits are small with hard pink nipples just begging for my mouth, so I lift up and suck on one, then bite it and turn my attention to the other.

“Jesus,” she groans, those hands in my hair again. “So good.”

“Mm,” I reply and grip her ass again, guiding her up and down my cock. I’ve never been so damn hard.

“Gonna come,” she says and bites my earlobe. Hard. “Gonna come.”

“Do it,” I urge her and press my thumb to her clit just as she begins to spasm around me. “Go, love.”

“Fucking hell,” she groans and succumbs to her orgasm, clenching onto me with every muscle in her body. Fuck me, she’s magnificent.

Just as she begins to come down, I reverse our positions again, pressing her back into the mattress and start to truly fuck her. Hard. Fast. Until I find my own release and crash to the bed beside her, out of breath and trembling.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“I think I just did,” she replies and pushes her fingers through my hair. I open one eye and find her watching me.

“So you did.”

“Are you regretting it yet?” she asks, a smile on her lips, but her eyes are serious and vulnerable.

“Not even a little bit,” I say and pull her against me, tucking her head under my chin. “That was magnificent, and I’ve been fighting it for nearly two weeks.”

“That’s a long time,” she says, sarcasm heavy in her voice, and I slap her ass, then rub it in circles.

“You have quite the mouth on you.”

“You have no idea,” she replies. “But you might. If you play your cards right.”

I chuckle and roll her onto her back again, content to lie over her and kiss her leisurely now, exploring her lips, rubbing my nose against hers. She smells fantastic.

And without the makeup she usually wears, she’s stunning.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“I’m trying not to think,” she counters and drags her hands down my back to my ass. “There will be time for that later, and this is too nice.”

“Agreed.” I glide my knuckles down her cheek. “I should go, but I’m going to be a selfish arse and say that I want to stay.”

She bites that lip again before smiling and wrapping one leg up over my hip, and damn if I don’t get hard again.

“Stay,” she whispers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She yawns and stretches under me, so I climb off of her, tuck us under the covers, and pull her against me. I haven’t wanted to stay with a woman since my divorce, and I shouldn’t stay now. But I don’t want to leave her. This feels too good.

“Let’s sleep for a bit, love.”

“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” she says and nuzzles my chest, then kisses my tattoo and I’m amazed how my feelings for her can go from white-hot lust to tender in under two minutes.

“We just had quite a workout.”

She smirks, but before long she’s breathing long and slow in slumber, and to my surprise, I feel my own eyes close and I drift to sleep right behind her.

***

It’s warm in here.

And someone is sucking on my rock-hard dick.

I come fully awake, blinking in the darkness. We must have slept for hours, because the room is dark and the full moon hangs high above the lake outside. Charly flung the covers off of both of us, and she’s currently sucking my cock like a champ.

Holy shit.

“Charly,” I murmur and rub her shoulders firmly, making her purr and sending vibrations through me that make me tingle.

And I’ve never been one to tingle.

It seems this is a night of firsts: first time I’ve slept with a client, first time to tingle, and certainly the first time to be pulled out of slumber by a blow job.

Her lips are firm, moving up and down, her hand working me as well. Suddenly she presses my cock to my stomach and licks down to my balls. I fling myself back to the bed, arch my back, and wonder what I did to deserve this.

To deserve her.

Because I’ll gladly do it again and again, every day, for the rest of my life if this is the bloody result.

Holy fuck, Charly Boudreaux can suck cock.

She licks me again, back up to the tip, and in the moonlight, I watch her hazel eyes peer up at me as she bares her teeth and skims them over the rim.

“Fucking hell,” I growl as she smiles and soothes the skin with her lips, then bites the shaft, gently, but with teeth all the same. “You like to get rough, don’t you love?”

“Sometimes,” she replies with a shrug, then sucks me all the way into her mouth, swallowing around the head and I can’t stand it anymore. I have to touch her. I grip her head in my hands, careful to not hold on too tightly, and pump my hips, fucking her mouth in the perfect rhythm to send me over the edge in about six-point-four seconds.

“Gonna come, Charly.”

“Mm,” she replies, but I slow down so I can pull out, conscious of not coming in her mouth. She grips my hips and resists, sucking even harder, and I can’t help it, I explode spectacularly, harder than before, and I didn’t think that was possible.

She gently kisses my spent cock, my hips, my lower stomach, then smiles up at me.

“What was that for?” I ask, still panting and feeling as though electricity is shooting through my entire body.

“I woke up, and you’re sexy, and—” She shrugs. “I just wanted to.”

“I’ll never complain about that,” I reply with a smile, throwing one arm over my head. “I’ll return the favor as soon as I catch my breath.”

“No need,” she replies and curls up next to me.

No need?
Fuck that.

“Oh, there’s a need, sweetheart,” I reply and push her onto her back. I don’t kiss my way down her delectable body. Not yet. Instead, I brace myself above her and kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then make my way to her neck.

“That’s one of my sweet spots,” she says with a sigh. I nibble her there, and smile when she giggles. When I lick her from collarbone to earlobe, she sighs and circles her hips involuntarily. Her small hands are on my arms, kneading them, clenching them. Her nails will leave crescent marks on the skin, and I don’t care.

I worry one nipple into a pebble, then kiss it, and before she can gasp, I flip her over, her stomach flat against the mattress and kiss her neck and shoulders.

“Oh God,” she says and clenches the sheet in her fist.

“Another sweet spot?” I ask before nibbling my way down her spine.

“So far, everywhere you’ve kissed me is a sweet spot,” she replies with a smile.

“Well, let’s find some more.” I drag my hands down her back to her hips. “Arch your ass up.”

She complies, and I spread her perfectly firm cheeks open and kiss her pussy, loving the way she smells. She arches back further, crying out, and my thumb finds her clit.

“I can’t do this,” she says.

“You can,” I reply calmly and bite her arse before returning to her core and sucking her lips into my mouth.

She comes apart beautifully, grinding herself against my face, mewling and moaning, and damn if she’s not the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.

She’s gasping for breath and has gone limp.

“Can’t move,” she says.

“There’s no need to.” I kiss my way up her back and lie next to her, dragging my fingertips over her soft skin. “You have amazing skin.”

“It’s pretty thick,” she says, then giggles, but I frown down at her. Finally, she opens her eyes. “What?”

“Why have you had to develop such a thick skin?”

“Oh gosh, for a thousand reasons, Simon. Being a woman is reason enough. I’m here for your seminar for a reason.”

How did I almost forget?
For a brief moment, she was just a beautiful woman in my bed, and the rest of it, the seminars and fame and money that go along with it, didn’t exist.

But it
does
exist. And it’s the reason she’s here.

It’s the reason we’re both here.

“Are you okay?” she asks as she cups my cheek in her palm.

“Never better,” I reply with a reassuring smile. “I really should go back to my room so we can both get some sleep before tomorrow’s class.”

“I can’t believe it’s the last day already,” she replies, ignoring the part about me leaving. “It was a quick two weeks.”

I take her hand in mine and kiss her fingers. “Thank you for coming here, Charly. I’m so happy that I met you.”

“Is this goodbye then?”

“No,” I reply and shake my head. It should be. But I know I’ll seek her out tomorrow. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class, and then at the cocktail farewell party.”

“I might skip that,” she says and bites her lip.

“Don’t.” I hate that it sounds like a plea. “I would love to dance with you.”

“Okay. I’ll stay for the party.”

I grin and kiss her nose, then leave the bed while I still can. I pull my clothes on, thankful that my room is on the same floor and the chances of anyone seeing me leave her room are slim.

“Good night.”

She raises up on an elbow, the sheet wrapped around her and her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, and I know that I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than she is right now.

“Good night.”

***

The party is in full swing.

One hundred women are dressed to the nines, enjoying free drinks and music, a photo booth, and each other.

They’ve accomplished so much this week, and this is their reward. They get to unwind, relax, and have fun.

The music is booming, and I’ve been dancing non-stop, from woman to woman, spinning them around and thanking them for being here.

This suit is too warm, and all I want is to hole up in my room, alone, for about a week. I can speak to any room of people, and have, from twenty people to twenty thousand, but at the heart of it, I’m an introvert and this two-week seminar exhausts me.