PLAYING DIRTY WITH THE HOT CEO

chapter 34

Heidi

By the time we stumble into the cottage, I’m breathless and aching with desire for the gorgeous guy who seems intent on kissing me until my brain melts.

I’ve hardly been able to tear my gaze from him all evening. Despite his insistence that he’s just an ordinary guy, he shone this evening, entertaining them all with his teasing wit, playing along with the game, and reducing me to mush when he pulled me to one side and felt me up with such boyish abandon.

I can’t help it—I’m falling for him, even though I keep telling myself I mustn’t, that it’s pointless, and he can’t possibly feel the same way. Every vibe I get from him screams the opposite, and his words,There’s a conversation coming. I think we both know it,tell me he knows how I’m feeling, and that he wants to talk when it’s time.

But right now I can’t think about it because he’s kissing me again, while at the same time he slips a hand beneath my dress and slides his fingers up the outside of my thigh. When he finds my bottom still bare, he sighs and strokes it, slowly walking me backward through the cottage to the bedroom, and closing the door behind us.

“Ooh, it’s warm in here,” I comment, wishing I’d left the door open when we’d left. “Let me turn the fan on.”

“Nuh-uh.” He pulls me back into his arms. “I want you all hot and sweaty.”

“That’s gross, Titus. Oh my God!” He strips off my dress in one swift move, leaving me completely naked.

“Oh yeah.” He lifts me in his arms and tosses me onto the bed. It’s lit by moonlight, and it feels as if I’ve landed in a pool of silver.

“Hard and fast?” I say hopefully, excited to think of him being unable to rein in his passion.

But although he sheds his clothes quickly, he shakes his head. Once he’s naked, he climbs on the bed and stretches out, half lying on me and pinning me there with his weight.

“You’ve got to ring Saxon,” I remember suddenly.

“f**k Saxon.” He props his head on a hand and kisses me.

“He’ll be waiting,” I protest when he finally moves back.

“He’d understand.” He brushes his fingers down my neck to my breasts and teases a n****e with his thumb. “I’m going to make love to you real slow now,” he promises. “And make the most of this gorgeous body of yours. I want to taste every inch of you. And I want to make you come over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”

I look up into his feverish green eyes, my heart hammering. His impressive erection is pressing against my hip, begging for action, but I can see from the look in his eyes that he’s serious. He’s going to s*x me to death. Oh Jesus. What a way to go.

He starts by stroking me, taking forever to touch every available square inch of bare skin with his fingers, until my body feels like one huge erogenous zone. How can he turn me on by stroking my elbows, my knees, and behind my ears? He kisses me while he’s doing this, long, languorous kisses that leave me breathless, and it’s only after an ice age that his fingers finally find their way between my thighs.

After parting my knees wide so I’m exposed to his touch, he spends a while stroking the skin of my inner thighs and either side of my mound, and it’s only when a moan of frustration escapes my lips that he gives in and slides his fingers into the heart of me.

“Ah, Heidi,” he murmurs. “So swollen and wet and ready for me.”

I close my eyes, feeling my face flush. “That’s rude.”

“It’s honest. Aaahhh… you’re so f*****g hot…” He slides his fingers down, right inside me, and I moan again. My eyes flicker open, to look right into his, which are wide and intense. “I’m going to watch you as you come,” he murmurs, “so I can share every second of pleasure you feel.”

“Oh God…”

“Are you close, baby? Can you feel it coming?”

I close my eyes again. “Yeah…”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Mmm… Like a ball of heat inside me, spreading outward…”

“Am I touching the Countess right?” He circles the pad of his finger over my c**t.

“Ohhh… yes…”

He slows, gently teasing. “How about this?”

I groan. “f**k…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Let me come,” I beg. A deep ache fills me inside as he moves his hand away and strokes my inner thighs.

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes and look up into his. He returns his fingers, slipping them down into my folds, and this time he strokes firmly. The o****m claims me immediately, a powerful tightening of muscles inside, followed by the brief, hard pulses that make me gasp out loud. And through it all, I know he’s watching me, drinking in my pleasure, knowing it was all down to him.

“Mm,” he says, as I flop back onto the pillows. “Good girl.”

He kisses me, and at the same time lifts up and moves over me as he starts kissing down my body. He slides his lips up my jaw to behind my ear and sucks my earlobe, grazes agonizingly slowly down my neck, and proceeds to kiss every inch of skin on my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips. Then he moves to my breasts and spends a good while licking and sucking there, until my body starts to stir again, responding to his loving touch.

Only then does he kiss down my stomach, move between my thighs, and part them before burying his mouth in my folds.

“Jesus.” I rest my arms over my face, groaning as he slides his tongue down inside me. Moving back a little, he explores with his fingers, taking his time, spending a while teasing my entrance with the tip of a finger before gently sliding two fingers inside me and returning his mouth to my c**t. Ohhh… he’s so good at this, he knows exactly the right pressure to use with his tongue, how to be gentle but firm. He coaxes pleasure out of me, and it’s not long before I feel my muscles begin to tense.

He withdraws his fingers and blows his warm breath across my sensitive skin.

I let out a long groan and look up at the ceiling in frustration.

“Just relax,” he tells me, “it’ll be worth it, baby.”

I try to do as he says, but my body feels like a spring coiled for release, like a clockwork toy wound too tight. His tongue slides through my folds, licking, teasing, warm on my skin, and in less than thirty seconds the pressure begins to build inside me. But once again, he stops, and the ripples die away.

“Now I’m going to make love to you,” he murmurs, pushing up my knees and sliding the tip of his erection down through my folds. He rocks his hips, and I’m so wet and swollen that he slides inside me in one easy thrust.

“I’m going to do it super slowly, until you come again,” he promises, kissing my eyelids, my brow, my cheekbones.

I give a long, heartfelt groan. “Oh my God, stop torturing me, I can’t bear it. This is so unfair.”

He stops moving. After a few seconds, I open my eyes and look up into his.

“Seriously,” he says. “You’re complaining about the number of orgasms I’m giving you?”

My lips part, and I fumble for words, trying not to laugh. “No, I meant… um…”

“Right.” He withdraws and grabs my left arm. I giggle and try to remove it, but he rolls me onto my front easily, and positions himself between my legs. He’s heavy on top of me, and I have no chance of fighting him off.

“Titus!” I can’t do anything for laughing. “I’m sorry.”

He slides the tip of his erection down until he enters me, then pushes forward, burying himself deep inside. I squeal, then give a long moan at the sensation of being filled so completely. “Yeah…” I whisper, “go for it.” He’s fired up now, and I’ll be happy if he takes his pleasure from me, as it’ll probably only take him thirty seconds, and then I can go to sleep.

But he lowers his mouth to my ear and murmurs, “Oh no, you don’t get away that easily. I’m going to f**k you until you come, Heidi Rose.”

I groan. “I’m spent. You’ll come before I do.”

“Oh, I can promise you that won’t happen. I can go on all night. So you’d best relax and just let it happen.”

I rest my forehead on my hands, realizing he’s serious. “I can’t. I’m exhausted.”

He rocks his hips, then pushes forward, burying himself so deep inside me that I squeal. “Are you trying to spear me to the bed?” I say over my shoulder.

He pulls down a pillow. “Bite on this if you need to.”

I flop onto it. “I’m going to sleep.”

He chuckles and starts thrusting. “You’re welcome to try.”

Of course, there’s absolutely no chance for me to doze off, because he plunges deep into me, while he slides a hand beneath me to caress my breast and tug on my n****e.

“Ah Heidi…” he mutters, kissing my neck, and then he turns my face toward him and crushes his lips to mine. He’s totally overwhelming my senses: the smell of his aftershave mixed with the scent of sexy hot male, the taste of his mouth, the heaviness of him on top of me, the feel of him inside me.

I’m convinced I can’t come again—it doesn’t matter what he does, I’m finished. But then he moves his hand down between my legs, his fingers finding my c**t, and oh my God, despite my protestations that I’m done, the first flickers of pleasure flare inside me, and I moan.

“Come on, Countess,” he whispers, starting to move faster. “Come for me. You know you want to.”

“I can’t…”

He kisses my cheek, my ear. “Yes you can. Do it for me.”

It’s so hot, and our skin is sticking together, peeling apart whenever he moves. The fact that I’m powerless to stop him is somehow such a turn-on that all it does is increase my passion. The air is filled with the sound of s*x, his hips meeting my butt with a smack, the slick sound of him inside me, his deep groans, and the gasps that he forces from my lips with each thrust.

I’m going to come again. I can feel the pleasure gathering in my stomach, building up, and I bury my face in the pillow.

He obviously senses it because his hips move faster, pumping hard, and that’s it, I can’t control it, it’s like a hot desert wind blowing across me, a pleasurable sirocco, and I cry out with each powerful pulse, consumed by exquisite gratification. Propped on his hands, he thrusts me through it, until I’m a quivering heap of bliss.

But he doesn’t stop—he continues to thrust, and I clench the pillow with my hands and hang on for dear life as he rides me hard and fast for another thirty seconds until finally his c****x hits. He groans and shudders, swelling inside me, and I feel his pleasure in every cell of my body.

He gives delicious little movements of his hips, sending aftershocks through me, before he finally withdraws.

He kisses my ear and murmurs, “Are you okay?”

“I can’t move. All the bones in my body have disappeared. I’m so f*****g hot.”

“Aw. I’ll put the fan on.” He gets up—how does he have the energy to move?—goes around the bed, and switches the fan on, and I sigh at the blast of cool air over my heated skin.

I hear him leave the room, but I still can’t move. I listen to him in the kitchen, opening the fridge, and then he comes back into the room and climbs onto the bed.

“Cold water,” he says, handing me the bottle.

“I can’t move.”

He laughs, leans across to put the bottle on my bedside table, then lies beside me, head propped on a hand. I turn my head to look at him, but it’s all the movement I can manage.

He looks amused. “You did ask,” he says.

Oh yeah. He’s right.Are you going to f**k me until my teeth rattle?

“Me and my big mouth,” I mumble, and his lips curve up.

My gaze skims lazily over his face, his broad shoulders, the muscles of his chest, all painted with moonlight. He lifts a hand and moves a strand of hair off my face where it’s stuck to my cheek. Then he trails a finger down my back to the dip at the base of my spine.

“You look amazing,” he says.

“You mean I look soundly fucked.”

“Yeah.”

We both laugh.

“I mean it,” he says. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

I turn my head and bury my face in the pillow. “Stop it,” I say, my voice muffled.

“I think I’m a little bit in love with you, Heidi Rose Huxley.”

I go still. Did I hear him right?

I turn my head back. He smiles.

“I’m a little bit in love with you, too,” I whisper.

We study each other for a while.

“It was a bit dumb to sleep together, wasn’t it?” I say.

“Just a bit.”

“We should have known.”

“Yeah.”

I know I should be worried or upset. Heartache is on the cards, one way or another. But I can’t feel anything except joy at his words.

“Thank you for the three orgasms,” I say.