Money Shot (8 page)

“God I want to come,” she whispered as she came up on his length. “You made me so fucking wet.”

He groaned at that, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it over her lips.

“Will you come for me?” His other hand moved in her hair. “I’m going to lick you clean.”

She let out a little whimper as he slid his cock between her lips again, fucking her mouth with short, hard thrusts. Jodie gasped around his length, letting him use her mouth. It occurred to her that they were fully exposed—everything was glass—but that just made it hotter somehow.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he growled, his hand fisting in her hair, fucking her mouth faster, harder.

“Nnnnn.” She met his eyes, hers half-closed with pleasure, her pussy quivering with need. She didn’t just want it—she
needed
it. She was going to come with this beautiful man’s cock in her mouth.

“Come for me,” he whispered, feeding her his cock. “I’m going to come in that sweet little mouth of yours. Are you ready to swallow it all?”

She was more than ready.

Jodie attempted a nod, bobbing her head on his cock, making him moan with pleasure. She was so close. So fucking
close.

And then she was there.

She didn’t mean to stop sucking him but it was involuntary—her head went back, a low, guttural sound coming from her throat as she climaxed, her whole body shuddering with the force of it. Dorian cried out, the first wave of his cum splashing her cheek, the second her lips, because she’d suddenly remembered, lunging at his cock with her mouth. He groaned when she swallowed the third blast of his cum, sucking him deeply, her pussy still contracting around her plunging fingers.

“Oh Jodie.” He whispered her name as she continued to caress his still-throbbing cock with her tongue and lips. She couldn’t get enough of him. “Did you come for me?”

She nodded shyly, meeting his eyes in the dim, shimmering lights under the water.

“You’re going to do it again.” He reached down and lifted her like she weighed nothing, sliding her up onto the tile in a wave of water and spreading her legs with his hands.

“Oh! God!” She shivered as the cool air kissed her wet skin.

Dorian knelt on the steps and fastened his mouth over the see-through, wet crotch of her panties. He licked and sucked at her through the material, burying his nose between her legs. Jodie cried out when he yanked her panties down her thighs, spreading them wide again for his eager tongue.

When his mouth found her clit, she jumped and nearly slid back into the pool, but Dorian’s hands on her hips stopped her. He snugged her right up against his face, his mouth, his tongue, his lips, his nose, all diving in and out between the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy.

“Put your fingers in me,” she begged. If she couldn’t have his cock yet, she at least wanted to be fucked with something.

He slid two fingers into her, probing gently, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted him to finger her—hard.

“More,” she begged, thrusting back against his hand. “Oh God, please!”

Dorian slipped another finger in, stretching her open, making her moan and roll her hips, meeting his thrusts. His tongue was heaven on her clit, his moans driving her crazy as he licked her up and down her slit like he couldn’t get enough.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lapping her juices off his fingers before plunging them back in again.

Jodie whimpered, planting her feet on the tile and lifting her hips to meet his mouth. Dorian followed her up, still kneeling on the shallow water of the first step, sucking her clit and then stopping to lick it, back and forth, teasing her closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers plunged deep into her pussy, the wet sound of him fingering her echoing off the tile.

“Mmmmmm I’m gonnnaa commmme!” she cried, grabbing his wet hair in both hands and grinding her pussy against his face.

Dorian moaned and sank in deeper, sliding Jodie across the tile and sucking at her clit as she shuddered in his arms. She thrashed at the side of the pool, waves of pleasure rolling through her again and again, the sensation almost too much to bear. He kept his mouth fastened on her pussy, his tongue just pulsing now, barely moving, as her climax slowly subsided, leaving her panting on the wet tile.

“Holy fuck I missed that.” Dorian sighed happily, resting his cheek on her thigh. “You taste so good. Fuck steak. I could eat you for the rest of my life.”

“Well you clearly didn’t forget what you were doing.” She giggled, running a hand through his wet hair.

“I remember how to fuck too,” he assured her, coming up to kiss her mouth. She tasted chlorine mixed with the hot musk of her own pussy.

“I bet you do.” She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip. “What in the world would make you deny womankind for so long?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you later.” He smiled, leaning in to capture one of her nipples, making her gasp. “After I fuck you until you’re so sore you can’t walk.”

“I’m so dizzy, I don’t think I
can
walk,” she admitted, shivering. Her teeth were starting to chatter.

“Cold?” He sat up on his elbow. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

He helped her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist as they made their way to the door. They left their underwear but Dorian grabbed her phone, the champagne and the strawberries off the table as she pulled open the heavy glass door.

“Upstairs,” he directed her as they stepped into the air conditioning, making Jodie shiver even more. Her dress—well, Lauren’s dress—was still balled up on the floor by the window.

“Upstairs?” She blinked at him, confused, until he steered her toward a glass enclosure she realized was an elevator.

No wonder the windows went floor to ceiling, she realized as the elevator took them up one flight. The doors opened into a hallway. He led her down it, into a bedroom with tall windows that overlooked the strip. It was so lit up they didn’t even need any lights on, but he flipped a switch and dim lights over the circular bed came on as he put the champagne and strawberries on a table by the door.

“A round bed?” She giggled, teeth chattering.

“Yeah I know.” He laughed. “I didn’t design it.”

Dorian wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her warm, but he was wet too and she shivered uncontrollably. He sat her on the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing two big, fluffy white towels, a robe draped over one arm. He wrapped one towel around his waist before sitting on the bed. Then he stood her up, pulling her between his legs and beginning to rub her down with the towel. He was gentle, squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, rubbing her down until she felt warm, inside and out.

Then he stood too, sliding the silky robe over her shoulders, holding it so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. Dorian wrapped his arms around her from behind, both of them looking out at the view of the city below. She smiled, leaning back against him, not cold anymore. He nuzzled her neck, gently biting her earlobe, his breath warming her all the way to her toes.

“Champagne?” He went over to the table, pouring them both a glass.

Jodie took it from him, already too drunk, but she didn’t know if her buzz was from alcohol anymore.

“To ex’s,” Dorian said, clinking his glass to hers. “Karma is sweet, but revenge is sweeter.”

She sipped her champagne, looking at him thoughtfully over the rim. He’d made her think about Jason again, but for the first time since she’d found out, she didn’t feel like dying. In fact, she felt very much like living.

“Strawberry?” he nodded toward the tray. “I’m too full, but help yourself.”

She wandered over, picking up a ripe berry and biting into it, sweet and juicy—and chocolaty. Dorian stood by the window, towel around his hips, looking out at the view, drinking his champagne.

“So are you going to tell me?” she asked, licking her fingers clean as she moved toward him, feet silent on the white carpet.

“Do you really want to know?” He didn’t ask her what she was inquiring about—he obviously already knew.

“Of course I do.” She stood beside him, resting a cheek against his shoulder.

“It’s the same old story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl spend six years planning a life together. Boy proposes to girl. Girl cheats on boy. Boy loses girl. Sound familiar?”

Jodie nodded. Boy did it ever!

“So that was two years ago?” she asked.

“Three.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “I spent a year whoring around and then decided to go off women altogether.”

“Six plus three… how old are you?”

“Thirty.”

“Jason and I were together for eight.” Jason. He felt far away from her now. Like a distant star. She knew it wouldn’t always be that way, but she was grateful for this man and his ability to make her forget.

“And you’re… what? Twenty-five?”

“Twenty-six,” she countered. “You know, what you did… swearing off women. That was probably wise. Relationships suck.”

“No, they don’t.” He put his empty glass on the night table and turned to take her into his arms. “See, that’s where I got it wrong. I chose the wrong path—and I didn’t even realize it until…”

“Until?”

“Until I kissed you.” As if on cue, he tilted her chin up and he pressed his lips to hers. It was magical, still, giving her a heated thrill that curled her toes. He gave her a lazy, half-lidded smile when they parted. “And you… kissed me right back.”

“How could I resist?” she teased.

“When I heard what happened to you.” His face darkened, like storm clouds rolling in on the horizon. “Well, I know how easy it is to want to retreat. To give up. But I didn’t want you to give up. I wanted you to do the right thing.”

“The right thing?” she blinked up at him.

“What are you supposed to do when you fall off a horse?”

“Cry?” she offered. “A lot?”

“No.” He laughed. “Get back up on the horse and try again.”

“So… you’re the horse.” Jodie smiled slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.

“And I’m going to take you for a hell of a ride.” His eyes darkened as he undid her robe, looking at her fully naked in the dim light. Then he slid it off her shoulders, letting it puddle at their feet in a pool of satin.

“Let’s christen that bed.” He nudged her toward it, taking her hands in his and planting them on the mattress so she was bent over.

Jodie gasped in surprise when he knelt behind her, sliding his hands up over her ass and spreading her open. He had dried her off, paying close attention to the area between her thighs, but she was already wet again, anticipating his mouth, and she didn’t have to wait long for it.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, arching her back as he buried his tongue between the fat lips of her pussy. He lapped up and down her slit, down on his knees, worshipping the swollen flesh of her labia, exploring the pink labyrinth inside, even sliding his tongue up and plunging it deep into her pussy.

“Ahhh!” She cried out when his mouth found her ass, tongue probing, making her quiver, his hands gripping her hips. Her pussy was sopping, sloppy wet now, her thighs wet with her juices, and she wanted his cock so much she couldn’t even see straight.

“Are you still cold?” he asked.

“No,” she murmured, although she was still shivering.

He pressed her onto the bed on her hands and knees, spreading her thighs apart with his own. His towel was gone, his cock riding up against the rise of her ass, throbbing there, as he ran his hands over her curves.