Chasing Perfection Vol. 2 (11 page)

I released him so suddenly that his body swayed forward before he caught himself. I had a smug look on my face until I looked up at him. My mouth went dry. Oh, fuck. Maybe that hadn’t been such a smart idea.

He grabbed my legs, using them to flip me onto my back, then spread them wide. He thrust two fingers into my pussy, causing me to cry out. He didn’t even hesitate, thrusting the digits in and out as he used the heel of his palm to rub against my clit. I writhed, unsure if I was trying to get away from him or force him deeper. His free hand moved to my breast and I arched up into his touch.

I cried out as he pinched my nipple, the shock of pain twisting something deep inside me. My body began to shake, both wanting and dreading what I knew was coming. I tried to hold it back, desperate to keep his fingers inside me, keep his fingers tweaking and pulling my nipple until I exploded, but my body betrayed me and even as I started to go, his hands were gone, leaving me cursing in frustration, everything inside me screaming for release.

“Do you think you’re in control, Ms. Jensen?”

“No!” I slammed my hands down on the bed. “No, you mother-fucking asshole! Now just let me come!”

“Come,” he spoke the word as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around my clit.

The air rushed out of my lungs in a soundless wail as everything that had been building up came down all at once. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was like every single cell in my body had gone nuclear. My muscles clenched. My limbs spasmed. And the world went white.

I didn’t know how much time passed before I started to register things around me again, but by then, I was on my stomach and I heard the sound of foil ripping.

“That, Ms. Jensen, is called edging.” DeVon’s voice had that sound that a man gets when he knows he’s just rocked a woman’s world. “And now I’m going to let you come as much as you want. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

The arousal that had abated with my climax rushed back full force. I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, surprised that I could even hold myself. A little voice in the back of my head was starting to protest at how much control I’d given up, but I told it to shut the hell up and looked over my shoulder at DeVon. I needed to be fucked now more than ever.

His hand was on his cock, rolling on a condom that he’d pulled from who knew where. I was just glad he had one. I’d been smart enough to bring one but I wasn’t entirely sure where my purse had ended up and I didn’t want to waste time looking for it.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Ms. Jensen?”

I didn’t know why he kept calling me by my last name, if it was some way to keep himself distanced from me or if it was some control thing, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was getting him inside me.

“Fuck me.”

He reached down and grabbed my hair, yanking on it hard enough to make me wince, but not so hard that it didn’t make me even more wet, something I hadn’t thought was possible. I was dripping.

“I asked for an answer to my question, not a command.” His voice was harsh. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He kept his hand in my hair, but the other one moved between us and a moment later he was pounding into me. He didn’t go slow or try to be gentle, never giving me the time to adjust to the size difference between two fingers and his cock. He took me hard and fast, each thrust making me cry out. The hand not in my hair moved underneath me to grasp one of my breasts. He teased at my nipple, pulling on it until I wasn’t sure my body could handle any more conflicting sensations.

“Come for me.”

The words were an order, but I was too far gone to bristle at the command. Instead, I did as I was told. He fucked me through the orgasm, despite my muscles tightening around him, and my second rolled into a third without pause. He moved his hands to my hips and my head fell forward, my hair covering my face. I could barely hold myself up and I knew if he didn’t come soon, I’d start passing the point where the friction was pleasure and it would start turning to pain. His fingers dug into my flesh until I knew I’d have bruises.

“Come again for me, Krissy.” His hips stuttered and I knew he was close. One hand slid around my hip to the place where our bodies joined.

Was he seriously forcing himself to hold back until I came again?

“Scream for me, baby.” His fingers just barely brushed my clit and I did as he said.

I buried my face in the pillow and I screamed. He slammed into me one last time and his body stiffened, but I was barely aware of that as I rode my orgasm. I was still coming when the door banged open.

DeVon’s body curved over mine as he snarled, “Doesn’t anyone ever fucking knock anymore?”

DEVON

My first instinct was to shield Krissy from whoever had come into the room and that was enough to shock me into rolling off of her. I felt her body quiver as I slid out of her and I vaguely wondered if she’d come again, then whoever had come in was already talking.

“When one of my staff told me someone was fucking in my bedroom, I should have known it was you, you glorified bastard.”

I recognized the voice a split second before I saw the speaker. He was short and stocky, with one of those perpetually grinning faces except his wasn’t fake. Steven Morrison was a genuinely good-natured kind of guy, one of the few Hollywood types I actually liked.

“Steven, love your bedroom.” I didn’t bother to cover up as I faced him.

“Fuck, DeVon. You are so my hero.” Steven shook his head.

“I’d shake your hand, but you might not want that.” I grinned at him. I half-turned, hoping Krissy had at least managed to cover up. The thought of Steven seeing her naked wasn’t one I liked.

She was gone, and so was a sheet we’d somehow dislodged.

“She’s a little shy.” I laughed as I turned back to face Steven.

“Sounded like the two of you were going at it good. Who is she?”

I didn’t even hesitate in my answer. “I don’t even remember her name.” I made a dismissive gesture. “Someone I picked up downstairs.”

Steven laughed. “You sick fuck. Stealing my ladies.” He turned towards the door, still talking. “Anyway, let’s do lunch soon. There’s a new project I want to show you.”

“Absolutely,” I said. “Let’s do it next week.” At least with Steven, I didn’t have to fake being interested. He usually had good taste in projects.

“I’ll have my assistant call yours.” As he was leaving, he called over his shoulder, “And clean the fuck up after yourself.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I stood. I wasn’t embarrassed about being caught fucking, but I hadn’t wanted Steven to know who it was. I tossed my condom into a nearby trashcan and headed to where I figured Krissy had gone. I rapped my knuckles against the door.

“Coast’s clear.”

The door opened and Krissy stood there with one of Steven’s expensive, thousand-thread-count sheets wrapped around her. Without a word, I grabbed the edges of the sheet and opened it.

“Damn, you are so fucking beautiful.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I didn’t think I could ever get tired of looking at those firm breasts with their dark nipples. They were the perfect size and I thought if anyone ever tried to tell her to get a boob job, I’d kill them.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied. She ran her hand down my chest and my skin burned.

When her fingers trailed below my bellybutton, I laughed and took a step back even though everything in me was cursing me for the move. “If you keep that up, we’ll have to go again, and Steven might sell tickets if we keep fucking in his bed.”

She gave me a smile that I couldn’t read and I found that just as hot as her body. I’d never met anyone I didn’t have figured out in a few minutes. With her, I actually had to ask.

“Why’d you run away?” I kept my question light. “Are you shy?”

The look on her face said I hadn’t fooled her into thinking I was curious about her being shy. Somehow, she knew that I really wanted to know if she’d hidden because she didn’t want anyone to see her with me. I just hoped she didn’t realize that I was starting to think it wasn’t just about work.

“I left for the same reason you didn’t tell Steven who I was, I suppose. Awkward office gossip and fueling all those other rumors.”

She didn’t have to expound for me to know that she was talking about the rumors as to why I’d hired her.

“Yeah, that’s a good reason,” I agreed. I didn’t tell her that I was glad she’d gone because I hadn’t wanted Steven to see her naked.

We were both silent for a moment. Krissy broke it just as it had gotten to that awkward point.

“I should get home.”

“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. I didn’t want her to go, or if she went, I wanted to go with her. I didn’t want the night to end, but I couldn’t think of a way to say that without revealing feelings I didn’t really want to admit to myself.

She went into the bathroom to clean up a bit and dress. As she turned to close the door, I caught a glimpse of the hickey I’d left on the inside of her thigh and my cock twitched. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair. What the hell was happening to me?

By the time she came back out, I was dressed, but still no closer to sorting through the chaos in my head. As we walked out of the room, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and it wasn’t just because I kept remembering what she looked like under that dress. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. I’d known before that she was hot and that we verbally sparred well. I knew she had a great work ethic and the fire inside her made her all the more appealing. Now, after what we’d done, I knew we weren’t just sexually compatible. We were combustable. She wasn’t some submissive who’d surrender to me without thought. She made me want to show her how good it could be, not because it made me feel powerful but because I wanted her to be trembling with pleasure, weak from the force of her orgasms. I wanted her to submit, but I wanted her to resist, too. I wanted that fire she had. She was stubborn, passionate and perfect in every way. There was no way I could let this be it. Not now.

Dammit all to hell. I was so screwed.

KRISSY

I’d been tempted to make this call last night when I’d gotten home. Four in the morning here was seven back in New York, but it was Sunday so I knew Carrie wouldn’t be up yet since it was her day off. I also didn’t want to interrupt any morning ‘activities’ she and Gavin might’ve planned. I gave her until noon her time before I finally activated FaceTime and called her.

While I waited for her to answer, my fingers tapped impatiently on my thigh and I tried not to think about the dark mark I’d seen in the shower. Just the memory of DeVon’s mouth on me was enough to make me wet, and I didn’t want to be turned on now. I wanted to talk to my best friend about all of the confusing things going on in my head.