Casual Encounter Page 7

  “No, I can’t say I was paying attention,” I pant inside his mouth.

  “If I were to fuck you at the back of my SUV in this deserted garage, no one would know. It’s almost like having sex in public, but you won’t feel as exposed.”

  “Is that your plan?”

  “It is now.”

  I laugh against his mouth before returning his kiss.

  Damn, he’s incredible at this. Kissing. I lick his bottom lip until he opens for me and tangles his impatient tongue with mine.

  “Get in,” he grunts, pulling away from me before dropping me to my feet.

  He opens the door, slides to the back of his luxury SUV, extends his hand and lifts me into the back seat. I barely have time to close the door before he leans in and crashes his lips against mine. His tongue pokes mine as he pushes my hand down to cup his hardness.

  “Damn, your cock is going to explode.”

  “Why do you think we had to leave the party so quickly? If I’m going to explode, I want it to be inside you.”

  He pulls me into his lap. I straddle his waist as his hands slide under my white dress to hold on to my hips. He moves his hands to my breasts and caresses them before ripping the tape covering them.

  “Ouch. That hurts.”

  “Much better,” he says, grabbing my sore nipples and flirting with them before squeezing them so tight I shiver. He pulls my dress over my head, loosening my messy chignon and giving free rein to my hair.

  “My God, you’re so beautiful and your massive cascade of curls…” He exhales.

  I bend backwards to remove my shoes as he wiggles his way out of his shirt. “Why is it I’m always the first one naked?” I lament before reaching out to open his buckle and unzip his pants. Fuck, his cock is amazing. “Shit, you’re huge.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “Not at all,” I say, leaning in to meet his lips.

  I lift my hips, ready to slide down on top of his hard cock, but he stops me. “Did I say I wanted to fuck you first?”

  I look at him, confused. He holds my gaze as he slips a finger inside my wetness, scoops my juices and brings his hand to his mouth to lick my sweetness. “Mmmm. You taste as delicious as you did last night and I want more of you before I pound your pussy. I want to see you come undone, Ciara.”

  I lick my lips in anticipation, too turned on to answer.

  He lays me down on the seat and pushes my thighs towards my breasts, exposing my wetness. His hot breath warms me and I moan, lifting my hips to sustain the intoxicating pleasure of his tongue against my pussy.

  “Ah,” I groan.

  The first lick is slow like a tease. He lifts his head to meet my gaze. My eyes are on him, admiring him as he takes my body on a pleasure-filled rollercoaster ride. His tongue licks and swirls with more urgency, causing me to throw my hands over my head and dig my nails into the armrest of his SUV.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” I cry out.

  The rush of strong sensations builds inside me as he flicks and pulls my clit, sucking voraciously.

  Jesus, he’s merciless.

  “I want to hear you scream out my name,” he growls.

  His words are a warning and promise all wrapped up into one package. He moves his fingers slowly, stretching me, exposing my aching nub. He places his fingers on each side of my clit, giving extra attention to applying the right pressure, before grabbing my nub with his lips. He pulls and sucks harder between his fingers and I gasp for air when my orgasm hits me with the impact of waves crashing ashore.

  “Christ, Nikolaj!” I scream out his name, lifting my hips and holding his head against my clit as a second wave of sweet vibrations shoots through my body.

  “Good girl. You screamed my name,” he whispers, still nibbling the tender skin around my pussy.

  “You…” I’m lost for words. I try to catch my breath, but my heart is pounding like a drum against my chest. “You… you keep doing this to me.”

  “What did I do to you that was so bad, love?”

  “I lose control under your tongue.”

  “Is that not the way it’s supposed to be?” he says with an amused expression.

  I guess it’s been so long, I wouldn’t remember. Have I ever been fucked so perfectly by a man’s tongue in my life?

  He perches his body up on the seat and leans into me to drop a kiss against my lips. I taste my own saltiness at the same moment as I feel his bulge brushing against me.

  “Let me grab a condom before I ride you.”

  “Hand it over,” I demand.

  “You want to put it on?”

  “I do, but you have to remove those jeans first.”

  I grab the condom from his hand, rip open the packet with my teeth and slip the rubbery cover inside my mouth as he wriggles out of his jeans and boxer briefs. He narrows his eyes. I stroke his thighs before grabbing his hard erection without ever leaving his gaze.

  “What are you going to do with that inside your mouth?”

  His fever-bright eyes are peering into mine for an answer. I lower my eyes and lift them again to make sure he’s watching me before I duck my head on top of his erection. I caress his cock with the side of my cheeks before brushing my closed lips on top of his wet head, sweeping up his moisture. He moans. He’s totally turned on and when he wraps my hair around his fist, I know I have him exactly where I want him. He pulls my hair back forcefully, preventing me having free access to his cock.

  “Ciara, you’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

  The burning desire in his eyes is unmistakable and it makes me feel like I’m completely in control of his pleasure. I open my mouth and swallow his shaft. When I lift my head to meet his gaze, he looks at me incredulously before looking at his wrapped cock.

  “Where did you learn such a dirty trick?”

  “In Amsterdam.”

  “What do you mean Amsterdam? What are your connections to the red-light district? And should I be concerned?” he asks, amused.

  “I spent six months travelling there with my sister when we were in our early twenties and we stayed with a nice Dutch family. A few weeks into our trip, we discovered the husband and wife were quite open about sex, so much so they organized these couple-swapping parties every Saturday. I was always too curious for my own good and during one of those kinky rendezvouses, my sister and I snuck into the party and hid to catch a glimpse of the action. This woman slipped a condom into her mouth and folded on top of a man’s cock. The next thing I knew, he had a purple cover wrapped around his cock. It looked like a magic trick. To the horror of my shy sister, I asked the woman whom we were staying with how in the world anyone could put a condom on a man’s cock without using your hands. She was so amused by my naïve question, she made it her mission to teach us how to have fun and still have safe sex. Let’s say we bought and ate a lot of cucumbers during our little trip.”

  “You are naughtier than I ever imagined.”

  “Well, I guess my job here is done,” I say, pretending to get dressed.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not leaving me like this. Slide your fine pussy on my hard cock so I can ride you.”

  “Yes, sir!”

  He pulls me on top of him and pushes me down until I swallow his cock whole. I trace my fingers along his broad shoulders and down his arms as he rides me, indulging in his beautifully sculpted physique. I move my hands to his firm torso and skate down his chest, tracing every single line of his clenched tight six-pack. I love how his body tenses up under my flirtatious touch.

  “If you keep teasing me like you are now, you’ll make me blow my load too early, love.”

  “What are you saying, you can’t control it?” I give him a malicious look.

  “Oh, I can hold it in all right, but having you straddling me as I cup your round ass in my hands while your erect nipples caress my chest is a lot to handle in one sitting. I’m only a man after all.”

  “What a pitiful excuse.” I smirk.

  He slaps my ass so hard, I scream. “Don’t make me slap you again.”

  “Keep it up. I love being spanked hard.” His dangerous look doubles my desire for him and it ignites the bad girl inside me. “So, do you want to fuck me or should I fuck you?”

  “Well, technically, since I’m the one with the cock, I’m the one who’s fucking you.”

  “Wrong answer, babe. When I’m on top, I ride you like a Malibu surfer rides a wave, not the other way around.”

  “You can’t be serious? This I want to see.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  I crash my lips against his and lift my ass just enough to keep the tip of his cock still lodged inside me as I prepare to ride him like I’m never going to ride his cock ever again.

  Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I sway my hips forward against his rock-solid abs, moaning as he slides in and out of my wetness. I sit deeper on his hardness and ride him, swinging my hips back and forth and bobbing up and down.

  “Jesus, you weren’t kidding. Ride me like a stallion, love.” He grips my shoulders, forcing himself deeper and deeper into me with each sensual move. He clenches his teeth and tilts his head back as he slaps both of my cheeks hard before grabbing my ass with his strong hands.

  “Oh, God, what did you have to do that for?” I gasp, enjoying the sting.

  “I swear, it’s so fucking good to be inside you, Ciara.” He leans in and cups my engorged breasts before biting my nipples. I throw my head back, unable to withstand the powerful surge of electricity running through my body. He sucks and bites me harder with each hip movement. I look down and meet his eyes as his mouth teases and flicks my nipples with this tongue.

  “Oh, your dirty mouth,” I moan. My God, this makes up for every bad fuck I’ve had in the last eighteen months. “I want to come on top of you, Nikolaj.”

  He’s so turned on he remains speechless at my admission.

  I gyrate my hips in a circular movement that guarantees I’ll grind him hard enough to send my body into ecstasy. His hands cup my ass and grip me and he lifts his hips, causing his pelvis to hit the right spot.

  Bingo.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I scream out as my climax washes over me like a Pacific Ocean monster wave. My legs tremble uncontrollably as the many layers of my orgasm linger through my body.

  “God, you look beautiful when you come.”

  His hands leave my ass and steady my hips and he pushes himself deeper inside my throbbing pussy. He pumps me faster and harder once, twice, three, four times before throwing his head back as his orgasm bursts through his body like a rocket.

  “Fuck, Ciara,” he grunts.

  His forehead is resting against mine and we’re both panting heavily. “Wow.”

  “You’re so hot and you’re an incredible lover. You’re going to ruin it for me with all other women at this rate.”

  “You flatter me,” I pant, still catching my breath.

  “No, actually. Our sexual interlude was surreal.”

  “I’m glad to oblige. I guess maybe… hmm…”

  “What?” he asks, fisting my hair.

  “You’re not a one-hit wonder.”

  “I’m happy we were able to settle such a touchy subject in an amicable way,” he laughs.

  “Since I’ve made you come, does it mean I won’t get to see the sunrise on your deck?”

  “Not a chance. What we just had was a light warm-up, love. I’m taking you home now so I can devour you some more. After all, I have a standard to maintain.”

  “You do?” I asked, amused.

  “Of course. If I made you come four times last night, I can’t possibly allow you to retreat for the night after you’ve only been fucked twice. That would be wrong.”

  “Indeed, it would be so very wrong.”

  BOOK 1—CASUAL ENCOUNTER

  Chapter Five

  “Please come with me to the airport. We’ll have more time to spend together and you can take the car back to the hotel.”

  We’re both lying in his king-size bed savoring the indulgence of a lazy Sunday morning. He has wrapped his body around mine, but I’m enjoying this closeness so much I don’t make any attempts to distance my body from his.

  “You want me to ride all the way to the airport and back to wave goodbye?”

  “It’s more than a simple wave, love, and I can sweeten the pot.”

  “Oh, yeah? How so?”

  “I promise you’ll get a kiss out of it.”

  We both laugh.

  “A kiss? Boy, you must think I’m a cheap date.”

  “I’d love nothing more but to change my plans and cancel this trip to the Far East, but there’s too much at stake for the company’s growth and we’re this close to sealing the deal with this really important distributor. That kiss would linger on my lips until I come back.”

  “It doesn’t take you much to hold you,” I say to taper the sweetness of his words.

  “Come on, Ciara. Don’t pretend we didn’t enjoy each other’s company well beyond a few extraordinary fuck sessions,” he says as he rolls off of me to look into my eyes.

  He’s so gorgeous in the morning with his hair all over the place like that.

  “Well…” I pause, weighing my words.

  “Had I not had this trip planned months ago, I would have kidnapped you for the entire day to get to know you better, since you’re leaving tomorrow for New York. Wouldn’t you like to get to know me better as well?”

  He’s right, I do want to spend as much time with him as I can before he leaves, but I’m not prepared to admit it quite yet. “You’re right, we did spend a lovely afternoon yesterday.”

  “You’re brutal. It was more than lovely, and you know it.”

  “Listen, we met each other a few days ago and now you’re leaving to the other side of the planet. There are many beautiful Asian women to sample.” I let my words linger, surprised it actually bothers me to think he’d forget me so quickly.

  “I’ve sampled them before and they’re not my type. They’re too petite and their body structure is too frail for my liking. Not to mention none of them have your fine ass or round boobs.”

  “I’m starving. Why don’t we get up and have breakfast?” I say, sliding my body away from his, ready to get out of bed.

  “Wait. You’re leaving this conversation?”

  “I’m simply hungry. I want to get up, get dressed and hunt for food.”

  This is becoming too personal.

  “I can’t believe you’re dismissing me like this.”

  “I’m not. There’s nothing to discuss, Nikolaj. We met not long ago and you’re leaving for two weeks on a business trip. You’re a very desirable, eligible and extremely wealthy bachelor. I’m not a fool. I might have been born in the morning, but I wasn’t born yesterday morning. Temptation is a hard thing for people like us to resist.”

  “What are you saying, Ciara?” He grabs my wrist to prevent me from getting up.

  “I’m saying we don’t owe each other anything more than the few days we’ve spent together. You’re a grown man and what you do in Asia shouldn’t be my concern.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Of course. What else is there?”

  “There’s a lot more. You’re too afraid to admit it,” he says as he sensually trails his finger up my arm. “What I know is it takes a certain type of woman to make me want more. Everything about you is mind-blowing and I’d love to be able to spend more time with you when I return to Toronto.”

  I stare at him, trying to size him up and determine if he’s just talking because he likes the way I sucked his dick or if he really wants to get to know me more. “I think I’m going to get up now.”

  “That’s all you have to say?”

  I get up to avoid catching his gaze. I don’t want him to see he’s had an effect on me. It’s silly to be troubled this way by his words after knowing him for only a couple of days. And since I know how men can be more committed to their goals than anything else, I really don’t want to get caught in any sort of messy emotional drama with this guy.

  His phone rings and breaks the tension. We both look at the phone as if it has a logical answer to this broken discussion.

  “You’re not going to take the call?”

  “No. I’m not.”

  We both lock eyes, but what I read in his forces me to look away.

  I’ve had plenty of practice with casual relationships, why am I allowing him to affect me like this?

  His phone rings again.

  “I think someone is trying to reach you. You might want to check. It could be important.”

  “Wouldn’t that be a convenient distraction for you, Ciara?”

  He reluctantly gets up and walks to his phone. What an insane sculptured body.

  “Pardon me. I really have to take this, it’s about my trip to Asia. I want to make sure there’s nothing last-minute I need to know about. We’re talking about months of negotiations and the smallest elements could swing things in our favor.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go in the next room, grab my overnight bag and I’ll get dressed.”

  “Thanks for understanding. I’ll only be a few minutes. When I’m done, we’ll get some food. I don’t have to leave for the airport for another couple of hours.”

  I run to the room next door and I only exhale once I close the door behind me. I lean against a wall with my eyes closed, replaying the conversation in my head.

  How can two days of unbridled sexual pleasure turn into this?

  Do I really want to say goodbye to him at the airport not knowing where this is going? I never have any problems walking away from the guys I’m with. I keep it simple and keep it to sex. No feelings. No commitments. No broken hearts.

  This foreigner lives temporarily in Canada. I can barely manage men in Manhattan. I must be delusional or something. This guy is only going to mess me up.

  I can handle one-night stands and I can even handle seeing the guy a few times, but being with Nikolaj feels too comfortable, too easy and too good. He’s stirred something inside me and I don’t know if I can handle him.

  What am I doing? I need to get out of here right now or else I’m going to get hurt.

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