Fortune's Deception (4 page)

The word drew out shaky and breathless from her lips and she sounded like she was begging. She didn’t care. She needed to come. Desperately.

The man took his time, damn it. The lustful grin on his face said it all as he settled himself more comfortably between her legs, the slow glide of his fingers buried deep. She yearned to feel his cock inside her, had been thinking of it since their experience earlier

in his office. She wanted to grab hold of his thick shaft and guide him within, take him deep, feel him come within her. Watch him come, hear him shout her name.

She wanted it, wanted him.

“I could do this all night, you know.” He whispered the words against her throbbing cunt, his voice rusty, his breathing harsh. She hoped he was just as turned out as she was. “There’s nothing I love more than licking a beautiful pussy.”

His naughty words made her tremble. The idea of his face buried between her legs all night long made her groan aloud. Sarcasm couldn’t help but take over, though, since frustration was ruling her. “What, you have a reputation? Is there some sort of special award hanging on your wall? ‘Best Pussy Eater’ or some nonsense like that?”

Charlie laughed, his tongue tickling her swollen clit. “No awards, but I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.”

She yanked on his hair, making him yelp and glare up at her. “You have the nerve to talk about eating other women’s pussies while you’re going down on me?”

His cheeks colored and at least he looked embarrassed. “Sorry. Did I also happen to mention that I earned the ‘Utter Asshole’ award?”

Brittney laughed, her fingers relaxing in his thick hair, pushing through the silky strands. “I was just teasing.” She really was, though she chose to ignore the flare of jealousy that leapt to life at the thought of him with his head buried between another woman’s legs.

She just flat out could not think like that. She never did. No need to start now.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his lips glistening with her juices. His fingers were still inside of her and no doubt about it, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

Her straight-laced financial advisor. The one she had proclaimed to Lauren and Maddie just a few weeks ago as having a stick buried straight up his ass, he was so stiff.

Hmm, now he was just stiff in the one way she wanted him to be the most.

“Don’t stop now.” She thrust her hips up in subtle invitation. She could smell herself, could see her damp pubic hair, the wetness coating the inside of her thighs. She was so

aroused she could barely think and she didn’t know how they interrupted this intense moment to exchange silly banter.

With a growl he lunged for her, his tongue everywhere, his fingers pumping hard and fast. Her legs went over his shoulders, held tight around his head as he ate at her with enthusiasm and she moaned, caught up in his frenzied behavior. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue tapping a rhythm and she moved against him in time with it, clutching him to her.

The tremors started deep within her body, radiated out and she tensed, crested the sensation, hanging there for the briefest, most blissful moment. Then she shattered, her body shuddering, her moans filling the room as she came and came and came.

When her orgasm subsided, she slumped against the mattress, relaxed her hold on his head, closing her eyes.

She’d never come so hard in her life.

Charlie pressed sweet kisses to the inside of her thighs, lips moving slowly up her body until they settled against her own for the briefest moment. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close and she clung to him, her body overwrought, deliciously spent.

“Maybe I should look into getting that award for you.” She traced little circular patterns on the damp skin of his hard chest, her fingers tangling in his chest hair.

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his body, rumbling against her ear. “Whatever makes you happy.”

She gazed up at him. “Your mouth down there makes me happy.”

Charlie kissed her, the tangy musk taste of her own juices on his lips, but she didn’t mind. In fact it excited her even more, made her lick at him, suck his lips, draw his tongue into her mouth. His huge cock brushed against her belly, and she writhed beneath him.

She’d just had the mother of all orgasms and she was aroused and ready for more.

“Condoms?” His eyebrows raised, hair mussed about his head. Deep brown eyes glittering at her, he was so gorgeous.

She liked the idea of keeping him around, could envision doing this with him again and again and again. Things like that weren’t part of her plans. She had never been one to stick around with one man. Once they won the money that had become her mantra. She really didn’t trust anybody now.

“In there.” She waved her hand towards the bedside table, not about to be embarrassed that she came prepared. Damn it, she always owned her sexuality. Since when did she worry about a man’s opinion of her?

He reached across and pulled the drawer open, his muscular biceps hanging right in her face. She clutched at it, brought his arm down so she could kiss the smooth hard flesh, lick his salty skin. With a groan, he tossed a string of condom packets on top of the table, one already clutched in his fingers.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said just before his lips captured hers.

The kiss was wild, mouths wide, tongues everywhere, lips sucking, teeth nibbling. His big hands cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples and she cried out, very nearly coming from just that.

“I want you inside me.” She thrust her lower body against his, his cock brushing against her, leaving a wet spot on her skin. With insistent hands she captured him, smoothed her thumb over the head, slid her curled fingers up and down his length. His incredible, outrageous length.

“Slip the condom on.” He handed it to her and she smiled, tearing open the package with her teeth. She looked down, watched her fingers roll the condom onto his engorged flesh and had a momentary flash of wishing there was no condom involved. No barriers, just flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh.

Where did these scary thoughts
come
from? Pushing them firmly into the back of her brain, she hoped they wouldn’t interrupt her train of thought for the rest of the night.

Pleasant, homey loving feelings had no place tonight.

Brittney released him and without hesitation, he plunged inside of her, filling her with one move. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. He stayed within her, not moving, the

throbbing of his cock the only movement and her hips undulated against him. Wanting more, wanting him to get on with it.

“Ah, Christ, you’re so tight.” Charlie started to move, her inner walls clutching him, gripping him like a velvet fist. He pulled out until just the tip of his dick was at her entry and she squirmed against him, her eyes closed tight.

“Don’t leave me,” she breathed, her hips thrusting upwards.

She was also fucking beautiful, and so responsive. He plunged again, buried himself as deep as he could go and she cried out, her limbs wrapped around him. Clinging to him.

He’d sounded like a bragging asshole earlier, acting like he licked pussy for a living. What a jerk. He was surprised she hadn’t kicked him out of her bed and sent him packing.

Truth be told, he’d never been that big of an oral-sex connoisseur. Until he took one close-up look of Brittney’s beautiful cunt, that is. The light tangle of blonde pubic hair, her swollen nether lips, her glistening engorged clit begging to be sucked—all of it had driven him crazy with need. And when her honeyed scent wafted all around him, filled his senses, he’d been done for.

Just thinking about her gorgeous pussy made his dick harder, made him drive into her even more. She took it all, crying out with each thrust, her beautiful face contorted with her impending orgasm. He pounded into her, his hand slipping between them to toy with her clit, rub it, pinch it between his fingers and her eyes flew open, bright blue and begging.

“More.” She sounded greedy, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He continued playing with her clit, his thrusts insistent, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the gargantuan bedroom and then he stilled, his orgasm taking him over, pulsing through his blood. He thrust once, thrust again with a grunt, her name falling from his lips before he collapsed on top of her.

Ah shit, just like the selfish ass that he was, he had no idea if she’d climaxed or not.

“Oh my God, you’re amazing.”

Well, if that statement was any indication, she
must
have come. He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest. He didn’t remember a woman proclaiming him as amazing in bed before. Satisfying sure. He never left them wanting. He didn’t think.

But amazing? That was a new one. Brittney had been rather fucking amazing herself.

He gazed down, brushed stray blonde tendrils away from her eyes. “That was pretty great, huh?”

“I’ll say.” Brittney stretched beneath him and his cock, still buried within her, unbelievably stirred to life. He pulled out of her, deposited the condom as easily as he could and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I had no idea.”

“You had no idea what?” The way they were positioned had her chest right in front of his face, a rosy rock-hard nipple begging for his touch and he licked it, making her shiver.

“That you’d be so good.” Her low, sexy voice washed over him, made him shiver as well.

“I aim to please all of my clients.” He blew on her distended flesh, watched goose bumps rise on the creamy smooth skin of her breasts and he smiled. “Though not normally in this manner.”

“Well if you did, you could probably charge even more than your already astronomical fees.”

He reached out, pinched her nipple between two fingers and she whimpered. Whether in pleasure or pain he wasn’t sure. “Better watch it or I might charge more.”

She sighed, running her hands over his shoulders. “Well you just might be worth it.”

Charlie couldn’t help himself, he drew her nipple into his mouth, suckled it, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. He heard her gasp above him, her hands clutching his head, her chest arching subtly, thrusting her nipple deeper into his mouth. He squeezed her neglected breast with his hand, cupped the lush weight, his thumb brushing across the pebbled nipple and she murmured his name in a soft moan.

He couldn’t get enough of her. He hadn’t been lying when he said that earlier—the thought of licking her fragrant pussy, of fucking her long into the night appealed to all of his senses. Especially to his cock that throbbed mightily between his legs.

“Do you ever stop?” Her voice was a low murmur, her hands sliding down his back, fingernails grazing his skin.

Turning his attention to the other breast, he sucked her nipple, nibbled and licked. When it came to her, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep bringing her pleasure.

Suddenly a scary, overwhelming thought.

“So I had this great idea and I was hoping the two of you would go in on it with me.” Brittney smiled her best smile, the one reserved for special occasions.

Lauren watched her warily while Maddie reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “What did you have in mind, sweetie?”

Brittney shifted in her seat, rested her clasped hands on top of the table. “Well, I’ve been thinking about what charities I wanted to donate to. Charlie gave me a list and I chose one, but I’ve always had something else in mind. So I came up with another idea.”

Hmm, Charlie. Just thinking of his name made her panties wet, her nipples hard. She hadn’t seen him in over two weeks and it was driving her crazy. No call, no innocent drop by her house, nothing. As if what had happened between them never existed.

She
was the one who behaved like that. Who loved them and left them. No one had ever done that to her before.

Until she had wild, outrageous, mind-blowing, so-fucking-spectacular sex with her financial advisor. It still didn’t make any sense.

“What’s your idea, Britt?” Maddie’s question interrupted her thoughts.

Brittney cleared her throat and shot the dazzling smile again, wondering why she even wasted her time trying to impress. Working so hard to please them. These two women were her best friends in the whole world. They didn’t need to be sold on her. They accepted her for who she was.

Old habits definitely died hard.

“I want to start my own charity, actually build a center for children who have nowhere to go. I want to take care of the ones who get lost in the system, who need a couple of weeks to figure out where they’re going. It’ll just be a temporary place, somewhere for them to stay while their mother is in rehab or they have to wait for grandma to raise the money to come and get her.”

Brittney closed her eyes, forced the ugly memories from her mind. How frightened and overwhelmed she’d been at the various creepy foster homes while she waited for her grandma. She remembered the time when she’d been fourteen and scared, rather naïve for someone who had suffered and seen so much. Memories of the perverted older brother that lived there, the one who seemed so sweet, so interested. How he’d attacked her after he gained her trust…

Lauren rubbed her shoulder and Brittney opened her eyes, shocked to find them filled with tears. Only these two knew what had happened to her as a child. Lauren and Maddie had heard her recount her terrible memories, purging them from the depths of her gut one night long ago when she’d gotten good and drunk. It had felt good to tell them, to expose everything she’d held close for so long.

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Lauren said, her husky voice lower than usual. Brittney could detect the glitter of tears in Lauren’s hazel eyes, which shocked her. Lauren rarely cried; she was the tough one of the bunch.

“I do too.” Maddie’s sweet voice was firm and when Brittney glanced her way she nodded, a serious expression on her face. “We should call Charlie on Monday and have him look into this, develop some sort of financial plan to see how much it’ll cost.”

Brittney’s heart dropped into her stomach at the mention of Charlie’s name. Why didn’t he at least
call
? “Does he have to be involved?”

Maddie rolled her eyes. “Well of course he does. He’s our financial advisor, the man who handles all of our money. I trust him implicitly, don’t you?”

She trusted his hands and the way they made her come over and over. She trusted his magical mouth. How much pleasure it had brought her. Oh, and yeah, sure, she trusted the way he managed her money.

Pressing her hands against her suddenly flushed cheeks, Brittney shook her head. She should stop, quit having these feelings for a man who didn’t care about her. None of them gave a shit about her, they never did. The only two people in the world who cared for her were sitting at the table at this very moment.

Lauren and Maddie were all she needed in her life.

“Hey, isn’t that Charlie over there?”

Brittney’s head whipped around at Maddie’s casual comment, surveying the people clustered at the bar. She studied every person, looking for his familiar dark head, his handsome face, his to-die-for body…

Her gaze lit upon some bleached blonde bimbo with her hand draped over a man’s forearm and anger flamed inside her. Yes, there stood Charlie. Flirting with some cheap imitation of herself.

She wanted to stalk over and dump a drink on his head. She also wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him. Beg him to make love to her.

Make love
to her? Oh my God, she never thought of sex like that.

“What a coincidence that he’s here,” Maddie said. “I wonder if his ears are burning.”

“Maybe I should go over there and talk to him about my idea, see what he thinks,” Brittney said through clenched teeth.

Lauren looked at her oddly. “He probably isn’t in the mood to talk financial matters on a Saturday night at a club, Britt. He’s with his friends, even looks like he’s on a date. Most likely other things are on his mind.”

“Oh no, I think it’s a great idea to go talk to him. Tell him about our new charity. That’s what we pay him the big bucks for, right? To be at our every whim?” A date? He was on a date?
What I really need to do is go tell that woman to take her hands off my man.

Her
man? Since when had she grown so proprietary? She hadn’t claimed anything as hers since she was a very small child and certainly no one claimed her. She stood, dropping her gaze to her friends as they both stared up at her slack-jawed. “I’ll be back in a little bit and let you know what he says.”

Brittney shook her head, tossing her hair as she walked towards the bar. An extra swish in her step, her chest thrust forward, her glossed lips pursed. Yet again she had a dress on tonight, this one pastel pink with a pretty ruffle around the neckline and sleeves. The hem of the skirt also had ruffled trim and the color showed off her honeyed skin quite nicely, if she did say so herself.

After growing up with hand-me-downs and cheap-ass clothes, she didn’t let herself have one iota of guilt over dressing and looking her best. She deserved it.

She came up to the bar, stood silent behind Charlie for a moment, listening as the woman talked animatedly to him. He nodded politely, a sweating glass clasped in his hand. When he didn’t appear overly interested, Brittney couldn’t help herself.

Her body flooded with relief.

Gathering her nerve, she tapped him on his broad shoulder, and he turned to face her. His chocolate eyes were full of surprise and something else, some sort of unknown flicker of emotion she couldn’t put her finger on.

Something she didn’t want to put her finger on.

“Brittney. What are you doing here?”

She shot him a brilliant smile and then glared daggers at the pouty blonde standing behind him. “You can go ahead and leave, honey. You’re wasting your time here.”

With a toss of her brassy attempt at platinum hair, the bimbo stormed off, huffing and puffing as she went.

Charlie stood there, shock etched all over his face, his sensuous lips parted. “Did you just have some sort of minor fight with that chick over
me
? Did you just
claim
me or something?”

Did the man not see it? Did he not understand how gorgeous he was? How much she wanted him? Just being this close to him, inhaling his warm masculine scent drove her crazy with need. Made her long to tackle him against the bar, tear his jeans down his legs and wrap her lips around his cock. Bring him such pleasure until he was a molten pool of liquid nothing.

Brittney wasn’t going to mess around. She wasn’t going to waste time. She needed to tell Charlie what she wanted from him and that she wanted it now.

“You know what? Tonight
I’m
the one who’s stressed.
I’m
the one who needs to blow off some steam. And I think you’re just the ticket to help me out.”

His eyes darkened and he reached out, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips brushed against her cheek and she inhaled sharply, surprised at the rippling

tingles that cascaded over her at his simple touch. A rather tender touch, though her stubborn brain refused to acknowledge it fully.

“Are you hitting on me, Brittney?”

She leaned towards him, rested her hands on his shoulders, her mouth oh-so-close to his ear. “What I want is for you to take me somewhere and fuck me until I can’t see straight, Charlie.
Now
.”

She really, really hoped she wouldn’t have to beg. It had been a long time since she begged for something. Though if he wouldn’t give her what she wanted she had a feeling she’d get down on her knees anyway.

He tilted his head back, his gaze intent on her face. She didn’t say a word, just watched him watch her, licking her lips in anticipation.

Please don’t turn me down. Please, please, please.

With gentle fingers, he touched her mouth, his thumb dragging along her lower lip. Her lips parted and she exhaled her held breath, afraid she would slump to the floor if he didn’t do something else, say something, anything to indicate what he wanted.

“I’ve missed you.” His deep voice washed over her and she thrilled at his words.

She didn’t want to admit how much she’d missed him too. “You never called.”

He shrugged. “Neither did you.”

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, grasping his hand.

After a hurried goodbye to his friends and a quick wave towards the table where Lauren and Maddie sat with dumbfounded expressions, Brittney led Charlie away from the bar, threading through the crowds of people in the club towards a hallway. He had no idea where she was taking him, didn’t really care as long as he was with her.

He couldn’t believe she’d staked her claim on him to that boring woman he’d been talking to. Brittney had been jealous, he could sense it, her body practically vibrating with the emotion. He had to admit he liked it. A hot woman wanted him so badly she looked ready to duke it out for his affections.

Why hadn’t he called her? Hell, he had no idea. She’d been so insistent that what happened between them be a casual thing he was afraid to push it, push her away.

Besides she was so not his type, he really shouldn’t waste his time. Hell, he wasn’t getting any younger. He could admit he was looking for a serious relationship, a commitment which would eventually lead to marriage. That seemed to be the last thing Brittney wanted.

He knew he was an anomaly among most men but damn it, he was done playing games. He was looking to find someone to spend his life with. Was that a crime?

She walked into the men’s bathroom without hesitation, heading straight for the large stall at the end of the row of stalls. Yanking him into the close space, she spun around, slid the lock home on the swinging door and turned to face him.

“I want you,” she whispered just before she launched herself at him.

Luckily enough the wall was behind him or else she would’ve knocked him over. Their mouths met in a hurried, hungry kiss, their tongues mating, hips thrusting against each other. His cock ached as her hot little body brushed against his and his hands roamed of their own volition, all over her smooth exposed skin.

“Touch me, Charlie, please.”

He pushed down the feminine flouncy neckline of her dress, revealed her beautiful breasts encased in pristine white lace. His breath lodged in his throat at the sight before him, her rosy pink nipples straining against the fabric, the tanned slopes of her breasts prickled with gooseflesh.

With unrestrained lust, his fingers tore at the delicate fabric of her bra, ripping it as he exposed her to his hands. She groaned when his thumbs strummed over her puckered nipples and she pressed against him, grinding herself against his crotch. He lifted his leg between hers and she rode his thigh, her arms around his neck, her head thrown back.

He bent and rained kisses on her chest, his hand slipping down between her legs, moving under the skirt of her dress. He sucked first one nipple, then the other into his mouth as he palmed the front of her lacy panties, felt her wet heat just beyond the thin barrier. He ripped the fabric to get to her scorching center, his fingers delving between her swollen nether lips and she cried out.

The bathroom door opened and they stared at each other, silent as they listened to whoever was in there with them. She thrust against his hand, her hips moving in a slow circle and he plunged a finger inside her cunt. Watched her as she nibbled on her lower lip and her eyes closed with unmistakable pleasure.

Ah fuck he had to be inside her, now. He had to feel her tight wet heat surround him, milking him while he fucked her. What was it about her that made him feel so out of control? So unrestrained and like a fucking animal for Christ’s sake? He never did this kind of thing, had never fucked a woman in a bathroom at a bar. He was more a wine ’em and dine ’em kind of guy, full of romance and sweetness and flowers. Giving the girl exactly what she wanted so she’d be open and accepting to some sweetly passionate sex.

Brittney Jones made him feel like a rutting beast ready to tear into her, fuck her until she fainted. He wanted to nip and bite at her, say things that would make her blush. Make her come over and over again. Eager to watch her suck his dick, ride his cock, touch herself.