Sinful Desires Page 3

  “I have to share something first.”

  “What?” I ask. My pussy is already drenched and throbbing at the idea of this naughty play.

  “What I have raging inside me won’t allow me to be gentle. I hope you don’t have any objections?”

  I’m so consumed by this moment I can only shake my head to let him know I desperately need him to take me hard.

  “The only thing I want to do is rip this beautiful dress off of your sinful body and ravish your pussy like a famished beast.”

  Everything he says sounds so much dirtier with his sexy British accent. My heart is racing at the thought of giving myself entirely to him in a public place.

  “When I’m done with you, every guy in the ballroom will know without a shadow of a doubt you’ve been properly fucked by your man. Do you understand how much I need to be inside you right now? It’s your choice, you remove the dress or I’ll tear it to shreds.”

  Oh, shit. I lower my gaze as I slowly unzip the left side of my dress all the way down to my waist.

  “No bra?”

  “No. Not with this dress,” I respond, looking up at him from under my lashes. I let the dress slide down to my feet before carefully stepping out of it under his watchful eyes. I fling it over the door to the stall next to me.

  “Holy fuck. What are you wearing?” The expression on his face is priceless.

  “You mean the underwear?”

  “Underwear? Honey, what you’re wearing is pure sin.”

  “It’s French and it’s called a clitoral pendant.”

  “Excuse me?” His words leave his lips with so much shock, it amuses me to no end.

  I think he likes the underwear a lot.

  “I was missing you like crazy tonight and I decided to wear something a little risqué. I wanted something to remind me of you every time I took a step.”

  “Those are panties?”

  “They’re not technically panties. They’re more of a g-string with a clit pendant attached to them. The gold chains lie on the sides of my lips while the ball dangling from the female figurine caresses my clit,” I say with an evil grin.

  I forgot about these. I’ve had them for a while and I’ve never worn them, but for some reason this dress begged for Parisian artist Sylvie Monthule’s exquisite naughty underwear. I remember how wet I got when the salesperson in Paris explained these were the discreet way to get off during the day without anyone else knowing. I didn’t expect anyone else to see them, but I’m pretty proud of myself for being prepared for the unexpected.

  “Don’t you love how the little golden figurine shaped like a siren sits on top of my pussy?” I slip two fingers inside my mouth before gliding them down the sides of my pussy as I moan with pleasure. I bring my hands to my breasts and caress them suggestively. I’m so turned on right now I could pinch my nipples until I climax.

  “Jesus Christ, my cock was hard before you got undressed, but now it’s begging to let loose between your legs.”

  “What are you waiting for? I’m ready for you. Come and fill me up, big boy,” I say, taunting him.

  He takes a long stride towards me while undoing his tie and stripping out of his jacket. I reach out to unbutton his shirt with hurried hands while dropping soft kisses along his chin and down his chest. I slowly slide his white shirt off of his chiseled body and fling it on top of my purple dress. He crushes my lips while grabbing my ass so hard I squirm with pleasure.

  “Turn around and bend over.”

  His command unleashes a torrent of flashbacks of our first night in Barcelona, when I played with fire by removing my panties and slipping them into the inside pocket of his jacket.

  This is going to be earth-shattering. Sex in a bathroom in the middle of a formal gala? Oh, yeah.

  I lick my lips in anticipation as I place my hands on the marble countertop and spread my legs. I yank up my ass as high as I possibly can, ready for him to fill me up with his huge dick. I lift my head and catch sight of myself—my breasts hanging heavy, my legs open wide for him and the small golden clit pendant dangling in front of my aching nub.

  “You realize we don’t have much time? Your underwear or whatever you call it has already been a great source of distraction to me, and I’m sure someone will be pounding this door down any minute now if we don’t hurry up.” He unzips his pants and lowers them to his knees as he pulls down his grey boxer briefs in one clean sweep. Finally, there it is—his massive erection.

  “Fuck me fast and furious, baby,” I say, looking up at him in the mirror in front of us.

  Damn. Watching him like this while he fucks me from behind is going to make me lose my mind.

  He rams into me with such force I stumble forward as my hands slide against the sleek marble counter.

  “Christ, I’ve missed your pussy.”

  He fucks me hard again and again, slamming my hips against the cold counter. The contrast between the fire raging inside my wetness and the iciness of the counter only intensifies this carnal ride. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer into him, and I let out an unrecognizable sound.

  “Oh, Jesus.”

  I lift my head and stare into his eyes. I quickly glance at my own reflection and it’s unmistakable—I look like a woman who’s getting her brains fucked out of her skull.

  Everything about this moment is unapologetically raw—just the way I like it. My chest is covered with a fine sheen of sweat glistening under the lightbulbs aligned atop the mirror. He’s pounding me so hard I can’t let go of the counter to play with my clit pendant, but every time he rams into me, it causes the little ball to toy with my hard node. My boobs are bouncing and seeing them swing with each thrust is a serious aphrodisiac.

  “Oh, yeah,” I moan.

  I get as high as I can on my toes and yank my ass up before sliding back into him. I gyrate and undulate my hips in circular motions. My rhythm, slow at first, becomes erratic, lost to passion and the naughty possibility of being caught.

  “Yes, Nikolaj. Ride me, baby,” I whimper.

  He thrusts deeper inside my pussy. “Arghhh,” he lets out before grunting my name in a deep chocolatey voice.

  He’s going to drive me off the deep end. “Fuck,” I yell out.

  “Shhh. Not so loud, baby, we might get caught.”

  His eyes meet mine in the mirror, but I’m so far gone, I don’t give a shit who walks through the door. I want him to make me come with an animalistic thunder guaranteed to shudder my entire body.

  He leans into me before sliding the hand he used to pin down my hips between my legs. His middle finger presses against the clit pendant as he pounds me with more urgency, sending me to orbit.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh,” I pant, clenching my pussy hungrily around his cock.

  Hard, fast, showing no mercy, he shoves his entire length into me, sending shockwaves through my body.

  “You’re going to make me lose my head.”

  “I didn’t fly all the way here to play nice, Ciara.”

  I’m nearly sobbing. This is so mind-blowing, I could explode right here and now.

  “Oh, baby, I’ve never known you to be this hungry,” he teases.

  No man comes close to Nikolaj—no one.

  “Ciara, baby.”

  If I wasn’t so wet, so hot and so desperate for him, I might have cried out for him to slow down, but why bother—he wouldn’t listen to my plea since he knows I like it as rough as he does.

  “Fuck,” he growls as he goes so deep I can hardly breathe.

  “Fuck,” I hiss back as my body convulses.

  “Baby, I’m about to unleash my load inside you, but I want you to come for me first.”

  Suddenly the door rattles and he slows down, his eyes searching mine in the mirror in front of us.

  “Don’t you stop.” I can’t believe my desperation. There’s no way I’m allowing anyone to take this orgasm away from me. I’ve waited seven whole days and I’m so close.

  He lets out a curse before pressing ha
rder against the clit pendant and slamming into me as he pounds me without holding back.

  Holy. Shit.

  “I want you to look at me when you come. Do you hear me?” he commands between breaths.

  I can’t speak. I can only nod without ever breaking my stare.

  Goddamn it. I’m coming.

  My pulse quickens and my body heats up as the climatic wave rips through every part of me.

  “Ah. Ah. Ah.” I break apart with a scream, struggling to keep my eyes open. I clench so tightly around his dick, I could climax a second time from the internal pressure of my walls.

  He’s buried so deep inside me and he rides out my convulsions, pumping mercilessly into me.

  Fuck. I can’t take it anymore.

  I tilt my head back before closing my eyes and I fold one arm around his neck. “Jesus Christ,” I gasp, trembling.

  “I love seeing you come in front of my eyes as you lose your mind.”

  “You do things to my body…” He’s a sex god and he knows it.

  “You make me do these things to you, baby.”

  “You haven’t come yet.” I wipe the glistening sweat off my chest with one hand while I still hold to the marble countertop with the other in order not to collapse.

  “You’re way too beautiful in this saucy g-string. I want you in front of me with my cock deep down your throat,” he commands as he slides out of me.

  “You want to fuck my mouth?”

  “Correction. I want to fuck your mouth in a public place,” he says as his eyes flare with lust.

  How can I refuse?

  I turn around, still dazed from the massive rush of blood that caused me to lose it. He holds out a hand so I can steady myself as I squat in front of him. I spread open my legs and lower my gaze to admire the dangling clit pendant. A dirty thought crosses my mind.

  While he’s gushing down my throat, I can toy with my clit with this dangling ball.

  I lick my lips and raise my gaze to meet his hungry eyes. His cock is still fully erect and I reach out to scoop up a drop of his moisture. I love tasting myself on his dick.

  “Hmmm,” he groans.

  I slide both hands down his shaft and bring my mouth to join my hands. “It’s your turn now.”

  “Bloody hell, I can’t tell you how dangerous you look right now. You’re squatting in front of me with your legs spread open begging for my lips. The little dangling ball from your g-string is itching to tease your clit and you’ve got my cock locked in your hands. It’s like walking through the gates of Paradise.”

  “Give me a few minutes and you’ll hear angels sing,” I say before wrapping my lips around his cock.

  Nikolaj groans as he reaches for my head. “Damn…”

  I pull him out and I look up into his eyes. “Don’t mess up the hair,” I say with a devilish smile.

  His eyes are so heavy and so dangerous. “Fuck, it’s going to kill me to come inside your mouth without grabbing your hair. I love fisting your cascade of curls as I shoot my load to the back of your throat.”

  “I need to walk out of here with some sense of dignity.”

  We both laugh.

  I slide his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue over his huge head, licking and lapping loudly as I suck up as much of his salty moisture as I can.

  Nikolaj curses and instinctively brings his hands to my hair.

  Slap. “I told you not to mess up the hair,” I say after smacking his ass.

  “This is like torture.”

  “The best kind, baby.”

  I close my mouth on his cock and I return to my long licks, sliding all the way down to his shaft.

  Jesus, I’m turned on again. I slide my hands to his balls, gently squeezing them until he lets out a raw guttural groan of pleasure. I slide my other hand down my stomach until I reach my clit pendant. I gently push the ball against my clit and rub myself as I swing my hips back and forth.

  Good Lord. This is insane. I move my palm back and forth, enjoying the sensation of my juices gliding against my eager hand. My pussy is as drenched as it was before he fucked me and made me come.

  Nikolaj is groaning as his dick swells even bigger inside my mouth.

  Fuck. His cock is so demanding tonight.

  I take him all the way into my mouth and I bob my head back and forth, eating him inch by inch.

  Oh. My nipples are so tight. Damn, this is hot.

  I pull back against his cock, keeping the same strong suction in my lips, and I look up at the man who’s taken my sexual appetite to new heights. He looks down at me with an expression of pure ecstasy.

  Damn, those hungry eyes.

  I hold his gaze, and suck harder. I need to come again. I frantically rub the clit pendant harder against my clit. The delightful friction makes me moan with pleasure against his shaft.

  Holy shit. I come undone with his cock still in my mouth as I tightly squeeze his shaft in my hand to prevent from collapsing on my knees.

  I’m his. He can have me as he wishes.

  My heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear in the bathroom until Nikolaj speaks three words and instantly turns the raunchiness meter way up.

  “Fuck. Your. Hair.”

  He grabs the back of my head and pushes his massive dick deep inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with such force I nearly gag. He fucks my mouth with the kind of eagerness that borders on mercilessness.

  What a turn-on when he dominates me completely. I love his hands behind my head controlling the cadence and leaving me no choice but to submit.

  He pumps my mouth once, twice, three times and his entire body stiffens.

  Come for me, baby.

  Nikolaj lets out a strangled curse and explodes inside my mouth. He cries out my name before gripping my hair as a rush of hot milky nectar lands right at the back of my tongue before gushing down my throat. I swallow him down and lick my lips in search of the few drops spilling down my chin.

  Yum.

  BOOK 5—SINFUL DESIRES

  Chapter Three

  Where is he?

  When I turn around to embrace him the next morning, Nikolaj isn’t sleeping by my side. I sit up on the bed and wipe my eyes, trying to wake up. I turn my head to check the time. Seven o’clock. I crawl out of bed to find him, but the minute I open my bedroom door, the aroma of freshly brewed espresso hits me. He’s in the kitchen.

  I make my way with shaky legs to the bathroom to freshen up and stroll back to my room to grab my floral silk robe.

  My body may never recover from last night. Did we actually have sex in the bathroom in the middle of a gala?

  I quietly walk down the stairs in the hopes of surprising him.

  Well, good morning to you too.

  His muscular, naked ass and well-defined body greet me when I poke my head into the kitchen. He’s standing in front of the window overlooking my small New York City garden with a cup of coffee in his hands—and nothing else. He looks so pensive.

  “I’m afraid my neighbors will never be able to look at me the same way if they were to catch a glimpse of your massive cock,” I say, caressing his ass as I wrap my other arm around his chest.

  “Good morning, baby,” he says, turning around to face me. His hair is messy and he looks as tired as I do.

  “Why are you up so early?”

  “I couldn’t sleep. I have too much on my mind and since you were sleeping like a lamb, I didn’t want my tossing and turning to wake you up,” he says, grabbing my waist and kissing my lips.

  “Yeah, but you robbed me of the pleasure of waking up in your arms.”

  “I’m sorry, darling. Why don’t we run upstairs and I can make it up to you? Unless you don’t mind another hard surface,” he says, looking at my granite kitchen countertop with a wicked grin on his face.

  “I think I’m going to need coffee first,” I say, playfully pushing him away. “I love a man who knows his way around a kitchen.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t go quite th
at far. I’ve mastered one Italian meal, as I shared with you the last time I was here, and I can turn an oven on and off, but let’s be honest, these Nespresso machines are dummy-proof,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

  “Yeah, my guests usually use the easier machine. I still make my coffee the old-fashioned way like they do in Europe and like both my grandmothers made it all their lives—with an Italian stovetop espresso maker.”

  “Well, we can’t all be professionally trained chefs with fancy kitchen equipment.”

  “Good point,” I say, flashing him a smile. God, he looks good enough to eat, fully naked like this in my kitchen.

  “I wish I had been able to sleep as well as you,” he says, brushing his messy hair back.

  “You always give me such a workout. No wonder I pass out cold. I’m surprised I can still walk this morning.”

  “It’s your damn fault for wearing a sexy g-string.”

  “I didn’t plan on anyone else seeing it but me,” I say as I open the fridge in search of food. “Do you want some fruits while I prepare something more substantial?”

  “I’m famished.”

  “It will only be a few minutes. I’ll make something simple and we can eat more later,” I add before burying my head in the fridge.

  I pull out an assortment of fruits, three different flavors of jams, butter and goats’ cheese. After dropping them on the counter, I return to the freezer to pull out some French bread and croissants I got a few days ago from Café du Jour.

  “You were lost in your thoughts when I walked in,” I say, busy pulling out plates, cups and cutlery for our breakfast.

  “Yeah, my brother is driving me mad.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. He sounds like a handful.”

  “More than words can describe, but please, let’s talk about something else.”

  “What else is on your mind?”

  “I was also thinking we skipped the party after our little escapade without saying goodbye to your brother-in-law. It’s a good thing you called him when we were driving to your home.”

  “I had no choice. My sister would have pestered him until he sent the FBI to look for the unidentified foreign hottie with a sexy Brit accent who took me hostage. He was worried sick until I called.”