The Unblocked Collection (28 page)

“I can,” I moaned. “I can feel it…it feels like you’re at the end of me. I want more of you…”

His arms wrapped around my thighs as he lifted me off the bed, placing me on top of him while he swung his legs around to the front and sat. I grabbed his shoulders as my knees pressed into the mattress. He was still inside me, but the power was mine now. I decided how shallow I wanted to take him…or how deep.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, pushing his hips against me so I could feel just how much of him there was to have. “More of me?”

I spread my thighs further and sank over the full length of him. “
Yesssss...
”

My teeth drove into my bottom lip as I gently rose and dipped. Each breath ended in a moan. I stayed down, grinding over his dick, letting it swirl inside me and hit the place he had once caressed with his finger. My breathing became more labored; my legs turned numb.

“That feels so fucking good, Frankie.” I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into his shoulders. “Kiss me,” he demanded, his hands clutching my face, my hair. My tongue plunged into his mouth. The taste of his desire was exactly what I needed.

His hands moved down my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples until I screamed. Then they dropped to my ass, running up and down the length of my slit and spreading my wetness. “Relax,” he said when I clenched. “I would never hurt you. You have to trust me.”

My body loosened at the sound of his voice.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I slid up and down one more time, and nodded.

When he stuck the tip of his finger into my ass, a sensation came over me. It was something I’d never experienced before, an incredible feeling of being fully stimulated everywhere, all at once. I was instantly and alarmingly close to coming. “Oh fuck…oh God…I’m—”

“I know…I can feel how close you are.” His whole finger went into my ass. I moaned so loudly. “Come on me.”

I’d never wanted anything more.

I made one more circle of my hips and a flare of overwhelming pleasure passed through me. I felt it in my navel, in my thighs, in my nipples. My entire body began to shudder.

“Now kiss me again,” he demanded. My mouth covered his.

I could no longer move, but he kept up the rhythm, driving into me as the rippling spasms persisted. “Amazing,” he said. “Fucking amazing.”

I opened my eyes and cupped his face. He’d said it first, but I had thought the same thing. “You can feel it, too?”

He nodded and smiled, his teeth gleaming in the candlelight. “Yeah, I felt it. Just like you’re going to feel this.” He slowly pulled his finger out of my ass, then flipped me onto my stomach. My face pushed into the mattress, and my hands gripped the blanket as he filled me again. As wet as I was from my climax, he slid in and out easily. The weight of him pressed down on me as he leaned in, his teeth nipping across my shoulders and down to the middle of my back. It was a mind-blowing combination.

“Bite me harder,” I insisted.

He pumped faster, his breathing as loud as mine. “If I bite you any harder, you’ll bleed.”

“Then make me fucking bleed…” I didn’t recognize the voice that came out of me. It was raspy, demanding, thick with desire and need. This was what Derek did to me: he got me to beg, even when begging was so out of character; he made me want more of him, even when I didn’t think my body could take it.

He freed me, from the inside out.

When his teeth sank into my shoulder, I felt a familiar pleasure begin to build inside me. “Oh fuck,” I gasped. “I’m going to come again.”

“Do it!” he growled. “Come for me, Frankie.” His rhythm quickened, became more urgent. Deep, powerful thrusts sank his cock even deeper. I heard him groan and felt him seize as I tensed around him. Somehow our mouths were able to find each other, kissing as we both unraveled.

“Fucking…incredible,” he said on guttural breaths.

He slid out, dropping next to me on the bed and pulled me against his chest. We were still, silent. What he’d given me was so foreign and unexpected, so overwhelming, I didn’t know how anyone would ever compare. I hadn’t even fully caught my breath or washed his sweat off my body, and yet I missed him already.

“You asked me a question earlier that I never answered.” I tilted my head to meet his eyes. I remembered the question well; I had wanted to know whether I still measured up as his pink ivory. “You’re more rare and far more wonderful than anything I have ever touched.”

His response surprised me. I let myself linger in the moment, resting my head back on his chest and draping my arm across his stomach. My eyes closed and I tried to find my breath again.

His lips were against my ear. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

I laughed. “Are you going to make me sleep on the couch, Mr. Block?”

He stroked my cheek, his thumb finding its way into my mouth. I dutifully sucked it down to the knuckle. “You won’t be sleeping at all tonight. This is only the beginning.”

DEREK

I PUSHED MY HIPS
back and made one final thrust into Frankie’s pussy, milking every drop of cum I had left. Spent and empty, I collapsed on top of her. The rubber fell slack as I started to soften. My dick was raw from the latex and from being inside her all night. Her pussy must have been feeling worse from the pounding I’d given it.

“Coffee,” she moaned into the pillow.

“Whatever you desire.”

I rolled off her and reached for the phone on the nightstand. The front desk answered on one ring. “How can I help you, Mr. Block?”

“Send up some coffee, please.”

“Of course, sir. Anything else?”

“Fruit, maybe. And some pastries from The Carrot Cake bakery in the Back Bay. Whatever they have on the shelves, grab two of each.” Will had found out that was her favorite bakery and where she often ordered from. I would eat with her, if she wanted. Whatever gave us more time together before we left.

“I’ll call in the order and have it up to you shortly.”

I hung up and kissed the top of her head, my lips trailing to her shoulder and the teeth marks I had left there. I had bitten her harder than I’d intended. She had made me lose control. I hadn’t ever done that before. It felt wrong…and yet, it felt so fucking right.

“I need another minute,” she moaned. “In the meantime, I’m not going to ask how you know about The Carrot Cake.”

I laughed. “Take all the time you need.” She deserved a break. The truth was, I really needed one, too. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come last night. Her count was at least double mine.

I brought her fingers to my mouth and skimmed them across my lips. Even after all the places her hand had been over the last several hours, her skin still smelled of amber and brown sugar. It was in her sweat, in her breath.

And I smelled like…rubber. And cum.

“Where are you going?” she asked as I slid out of bed.

“I need to clean up.”

I let the warm water from the faucet wash over my hands, rinsing them clean of her sweet juices. I then scratched my fingers through my beard to freshen it, pausing when I caught my eyes in the mirror. There was an edge missing. In its place was something I didn’t recognize.

An indicator maybe, of just how badly I’d fucked up by following through with my one night with Frankie.

I was standing in this bathroom, but all I wanted was to be out there. With her.

Surrounding her. Filling her.

In her presence.

None of the women, none of the sexual encounters, none of the fantasies had ever compared to what I’d just had with Frankie. And thanks to my rule—my stupid fucking self-imposed rule—I’d never have her again. Everything would end the moment we left this hotel. Once I kissed her good-bye, I would imagine the night I had with her every second I was around her, and every second I wasn’t.

I wasn’t ready for good-bye.

I took a washcloth from the rack, soaked it in the warm water, and carried it out to where she stood. She turned and handed me my phone.

There was a text on the screen from Hayden.

I need to see you tonight.

I looked up and found Frankie putting on her bra. “Sorry,” she said. “When I heard it beep, I thought it was mine.”

“Come here.” I moved toward her. Her body was rigid, and her expression had hardened. “This is for you.” I showed her the cloth, then dropped my hand to her pussy. “I know you’re sore. This will help.”

Her eyes scanned mine. She was trying to read me, but I couldn’t show her the emotion I had felt in the bathroom. I pressed the warm rag against her raw skin.

Her hand clutched my wrist. “That does feel better.”

I held the cloth steady over the bottom of her pussy and rubbed it along her clit. “I’ll get dressed and have your suitcase delivered so you have more than just that jacket to wear.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was so soft.

“There’s a robe in the closet. Why don’t you wear that until your things arrive?”

“Okay.” I waited for something more—a return of that spicy mouth I had heard so much of the night before. She said nothing. There wasn’t even a hint of a smile. “Thank you again, Derek.”

The last thing I wanted to do was leave her, but something told me she needed a minute—one that didn’t have me in it. I gently kissed her cheek and shut the bedroom door behind me and headed for the bar. I needed a glass of something strong.

Or hell, maybe I needed a whole bottle.

***

Frankie sat in the passenger seat of my Suburban, her hands holding the seatbelt, her leg bouncing faster than it should have been. I had just pulled up to her building, and as much as I didn’t want us to, we had to say good-bye.

I saw that she was going to speak first, so I let her. “Thanks for last night, Derek.” She took a breath, and I noticed how white her knuckles were. “It was a night I’ll never forget, and something I know I’ll never have again.”

I said nothing, reaching across the seat and tracing the edge of her chin, her cheeks, letting my fingers slip into her hair. She was delicate. Precious.

Beautiful.

She had washed off last night’s makeup and hardly wore any now, just a little shine on her lips. She looked so natural, so amazing.

“The sounds that mouth can make,” I said, my lips inches from hers.

“Sounds from me, or from you?”

I laughed, unguarded for maybe the first time in her presence. Her hand rested against mine, her tiny fingers wrapping around it. I could see in her eyes that she didn’t want this to end any more than I did.

Or at least that’s what I thought I saw.

I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed across her palm. Before I could speak, she said, “I don’t regret anything that’s happened between us.” It wasn’t what I’d expected from her at all. “But for the sake of Jordan International and Block Development, and Timber Towers, I don’t think what happened last night should ever happen again.”

Those were supposed to be my words.

And I fucking hated being on the receiving end of them.

It was what I’d wanted from the beginning, though for very different reasons. I never imagined it would be what she wanted, too. When I looked at her face, her eyes didn’t agree with what she’d said.

“Is that really what you want, Frankie?” It was her one chance to change her mind, and to change mine at the same time.

“I’ve never been personally involved with a client, Derek. I can’t start now.” I nodded at her. “You’re an amazing man, and an incredible lover. But I would never want sex to compromise my ability to represent you. And now that we’ve explored that side of things, I think it’s best we never do it again.”

My gut clenched into a goddamn knot.

I smirked and kept my cool. “I couldn’t agree more.”

She nodded and the doorman helped her out, retrieving her bag from the back of my SUV. I watched her disappear into the lobby.

I wanted to break something, to beat something bloody.

As I pulled into traffic, I glanced in the rearview mirror, hoping that Frankie would appear on the curb or stand in front of the glass in her lobby. Anything that would show she had second thoughts.

Neither happened.

My pink ivory was gone.

***

“I got your text. What’s going on?” I asked.

“I found information on Randy’s traditional financing,” Hayden said, her voice blaring through the speakers of my Suburban.

I looked down at the speedometer. I was going forty over the speed limit and driving through the middle of the city. “Good.”

“Good? That’s all you have to say?”

I sighed. “Yep. Just…good.”

“What’s wrong, Derek?”

There was no way I could tell her. She wouldn’t just give me shit from a professional standpoint, but she’d light into me for letting my dick complicate our plans. I’d made my sister a promise. I couldn’t fuck that up now.

“Shitty day,” I answered. “That’s all.”

“I’m coming over tonight with a fifth of something strong and pizza with extra grease. Cancel whatever bitch you were planning on bagging. It’s you and me tonight, got it?”