Play With Me (14 page)

“I cancelled one.” He licked her where he’d nipped her, soothing the sting. “I didn’t want to wait until tonight to see you.” 

Tonight. The same pang of guilt that had been dogging her for the past week popped up again.
In a second. We can talk about it in a second.
She mock pouted and leaned back. “And you didn’t come meet me inside?”

“Sorry, I ran late, or I would have met you at baggage claim.”

“I had no bags to check.” In the past seven months that they'd been dating, Tatiana had learned quickly that there was no point in packing heavy for her visits. Wyatt insisted on keeping her naked for almost the entire trip. Not that she was complaining. 

“Good. Saves us time.” He took hold of her carry-on and loosely linked his fingers with hers. “This way.” 

Tatiana glanced up as they walked down the long line of limousines and luxury sedans, a small thrill going through her. He was...beautiful. There was no other word to describe him, though as a self-respecting manly man he might balk. He had the face of a fallen angel, all dark and perfectly chiseled. No matter how often he shaved, a faint five o’clock shadow lingered. His lashes were so long, she was surprised they didn’t tangle when he blinked.

His hair shone blue-black, curling against his collar, as if he had once again been working too hard and had forgotten to visit the hairdresser. His suit fit him impeccably, outlining his lean and muscular physique. She might get annoyed sometimes that he was so effortlessly attractive when she had to put work and effort into looking good, but then that annoyance was drowned out by the knowledge that he was hers. All hers.

Tatiana smiled at the familiar, fit young man who jumped to attention when he saw them approaching. “Sal. Good to see you again.”

The driver’s face was expressionless. As usual. If she ever saw him emote, Tatiana might drop dead of shock.

“Ma’am.” He opened the back door for them. 

Tatiana slid in first, arranging her handbag next to her. Wyatt followed, taking the seat opposite hers. The car was large enough that his long, stretched-out legs didn’t even touch her feet, which were primly crossed at the ankles. Still, his presence was so big, the luxurious cabin seemed smaller than it should.

She recrossed her legs. “Why’d you bring the limo?” Normally, he sent his town car. The first couple of times she’d visited, she’d booked her own rental car, wanting to have freedom to move around if she wished to. 

Having a car was like having lots of clothes—completely wasted when you spent your entire trip naked in a bedroom or being squired around town by a hot guy. 

So she’d attempted a taxi from the airport…once. Wyatt, who had barely tolerated the rental car, had found her taking public transportation to be some sort of personal affront, though she still wasn’t sure why. Hence, the chauffeur pickup. 

“I like the divider in this car.” Wyatt loosened his tie.

“The divider?” She instinctively glanced over his head. The solid black glass was already in place, separating them from Sal.  

“I knew I’d take one look at you and want to fuck you. Even if Sal could see us. Figured the divider might come in handy.” 

She shifted, the subtle movement of the powerful car as it pulled away from the curb running up her legs. “So when you told me to get in your car and take off my clothes…”

“You’re in my car. Now take off your clothes.” 

She ran her finger along the hem of her skirt. “But we’re going to the hotel.”

“You are.” He glanced at the gold watch on his thick wrist. “I have exactly enough time to take the edge off. Sal will drop me off at my next meeting. Now take off your clothes.”

“You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.” 

“I don’t need to sweet-talk my girlfriend. Do I?”

Oh, she loved that. She especially loved that he couldn’t quite suppress the tiny jump of delight in his voice every time he said girlfriend. She wasn’t the only uncool one in this relationship. “You always have to sweet-talk me.” 

“Fine.” He leaned back and looked her up and down, his smile lascivious. “Baby, it’s a felony for a woman to look as good as you. But if you want to suck my dick, I’ll get you off with a warning.” 

“You are possibly the worst sweet-talker I’ve ever heard.” 

Lazy, he rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip. “My mouth is better suited to other activities. I’ve demonstrated that.” 

Those slightly cruel lips capturing her nipples, her clit. Cheeks hollowing with every suck.
Her stomach clenched.
“You have.”

“Take off your clothes. Before I rip them off. It's been too long.” 

“It's been three weeks.”

“Three weeks is too long.” 

This had been one of their longer separations. They'd been doing pretty well, all things considered. Since Tatiana's profession as a jewelry designer was far more portable than Wyatt's as a casino mogul, she had been able to arrange longer visits to see him. The few times when she either needed or wanted to be in San Francisco, Wyatt had flown to visit her on the weekends.

“We video chatted,” she offered weakly.

His dark eyes were locked on hers. “Beating off to you touching yourself is hot, but it’s a poor substitute to what I really want.” 

“Are my live sex shows getting poor reviews? I should have known I couldn’t compete with the ones here in town.” 

“Oh, I give you two thumbs and a cock up.” He smiled at her giggle. “But I want to touch that pussy. It’s mine, isn't it?”

The softly spoken demand made her humor vanish. The vibe shifted from playful reunion to darker need. “You know it is…sir.”

His shoulders tensed, the one word ripping into whatever façade of calm he’d managed to don. Just as she’d intended it to. 

Wyatt leaned back into the plush seat and gazed at her from beneath heavy lids. His muscular thighs spread open wider, as if to give the thick bulge between them more room. 

He knew exactly how to tempt her. She was as desperate for his penis as he was for her pussy. 

She slid from the seat to kneel on the floor, the carpet softer than most other cars. Good. She was vain enough to not want visible rug burn during their visit. “Is the divider soundproof?”

“No. You’ll have to be quiet.” 

Another woman might roll her eyes, get up, and tell her man to wait, in that case. She wasn’t other women. An illicit thrill shot through her. Oh, the joy of almost-discovery.

Undressing for Wyatt still hadn’t gotten old, because no matter what order she went in, what article of clothing she removed first, she was confident of his full and lustful attention. Still, she gave the task all due consideration. Her skirt first this time? No. She’d rather work her way up to the main event. Crossing her arms, she pulled the tank top over her head, revealing the purposefully virginal white lace bra she wore. Since starting to date Wyatt, her investment in white underwear had shot up. Only the fact that he ripped so many of them to pieces kept her lingerie drawers from overflowing.  

“The bra, too.”  

She obeyed, dragging the straps down her arms with the kind of hesitancy she figured a more innocent woman might display, pushing the cups below her breasts before unhooking the garment. The car went over a pothole, giving her flesh a bit of added jiggle.

Wyatt licked his lips, his hand going to his cock, squeezing it hard through his slacks. “The skirt.” 

She had to tear her attention away from the rude rubbing he was giving his dick. Curling her fingers under the hem of her skirt, she pulled it up. Slow. Slow enough that it would torture him, but quick enough that he wouldn’t attack and shove it aside. 

Part of the fun was the reveal. 

He didn’t disappoint, freezing when her trimmed bush came into view. A low growl sounded in his chest. “Were you bare-ass naked under this skirt for that whole flight?” 

“Would that bother you?” 

“That anyone could catch a glimpse of your snatch? Hell, yeah.” 

“But wearing no panties makes things so much easier.” They were practically whispering now, quieter than they probably needed to, lest the driver overhear.

“Things?”

“Like when I start thinking about you. I can just reach under that thin little airline blanket and...” She trailed off, opening the lips of her pussy to bare herself to him. 

“And what?” His words were still hoarse, but there was cold steel there. Annoyance and lust. The poor guy didn’t know whether to fight or fuck. 

She glanced up at him from under her lashes, full of faux coyness, a marked contrast to the way she held her pussy open for his hungry gaze. “You know.” 

“I think I do know.” He gave a jerky nod to the seat that stretched the length of the car. “Lay down.” 

She got up and stretched out, raising her arms above her head. One foot she propped on the seat, the other flat on the floor. With her back arched and her legs open, the position was lewd and inviting. Just like her. “Is this good?” 

He removed his suit jacket and left it folded neatly on the seat next to him. Crawling over, he came to kneel between her legs. “Perfect.” With no warning, his thick finger speared into her. She bit her lip to keep her whimper contained. Yes, three weeks had been too long. Her fingers and toys could never compete with him.

“Tell me. Just so I’m clear. Is this what you would do on the plane?” 

“Yes.”

He thrust, hard enough to make her breasts jiggle. “And this?”

“Yes.” 

“But anybody could have seen you.” His thumb dipped inside her, gathering moisture.  “The man sitting next to you. The flight attendant. They would have known how hungry this pussy is.”

“I was… Oh God.” 

He pinched her clit hard. “You were what?”

“Careful.”

“And did you come on that plane, you dirty little slut?”

The words were a barely audible growl, but she heard and soaked in every drop of appreciation in them. “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm.” In the next instant, his hand was gone from between her legs. She opened her eyes to find him carelessly using her discarded shirt to wipe his fingers clean before he sat back against the seat. “Then I suppose you don’t need to be fucked right now.” 

He was kidding. He had to be kidding. “What?”

“You’ve already taken care of yourself. On the plane.”

She licked her lips, desperate to have his hand back on her, in her. “I was kidding.” Yeah, she’d gone panty-less, but it had been in the restroom after she’d landed, and mainly to get in the sexy mood for Wyatt.  

“I, however,” he said, as if he hadn’t heard her, “do need to be fucked right now. As I’ve made very clear.” He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his finely made slacks. She shivered and rose up on her elbows as his cock came into view. His penis was a work of art, perfectly shaped—no funny kinks or bends, large enough so he could be arrogant about it, but not so huge as to scare her. 

He pulled a condom from his pocket and ripped the foil, rolling the latex down his ruddy cock.
Something else we need to discuss. 

Later. This. You waited so long for this. 

He leaned over her, his broad shoulders blocking whatever light managed to stream in through the tinted windows. His face was set and intense, his jaw clenched. “This won’t last long.” 

She didn’t mind. Foreplay had been spending time away from him, listening to his voice, watching him touch himself as she tormented him on video. There was no need for anything right now but a fast, hard fuck. 

The tremble in his hands as he pushed her thighs wider thrilled her, a sign of his rapidly failing composure. He made room, fitted himself to her pussy and pressed his thick cock deep inside. 

They both groaned as he thrust, retreated, and pushed in again, going deeper with every rock.  “You feel so good,” he murmured. 

“Right back at you.” She twined one leg around his narrow hips, loving the contrast of his still clothed body on her naked legs. He ground his hips hard enough to shove her up the slick leather seat. 

Wyatt hissed a warning and pulled her back by the waist, demanding she remain still for his penetration. His hips moved faster and faster, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts, drawing his attention. 

Using one hand to support himself, he cradled the flesh, cupping and squeezing forcefully, just the way she liked it. He leaned down and bit her nipples, the sharp sting of pain traveling right to her pussy, making her clench around the erection penetrating her. He reached between them, using his fingers to open her up.

She gasped when he twisted his hips, angling his cock to reach that perfect place inside her while abrading her clit with the wiry hairs of his groin. “Yes. Yes, Just like that. Yes, that’s what I nee—”

His lips covered hers, swallowing the words that might have given away their backseat shenanigans, the kiss sloppy and desperate. “Shh,” he drew back to whisper. “Be quiet. You don’t want Sal to hear, do you? Hear that you’re getting fucked so hard? He’ll know how hot you are for me. How you couldn’t even wait to get to a bed.”

Every word scraped over her, driving her arousal even higher. She shook her head, frantic. “Wyatt, I’m going to…”

His body moved faster inside of her and he shoved his palm over her parted lips. His skin tasted salty with sweat. “Bite me.” 

She bit down, hard, her shriek muffled by his flesh. The tension curled into a tight ball in her stomach and exploded, her body arching to milk as much of him with her pussy as she could. He gave an approving growl, the pounding picking up speed until he froze, buried deep. His cock jerked inside of her as he came.  He gave a ragged sigh and rested his forehead on hers. 

She stroked his shoulders, hoping he hadn’t sweat through his shirt. “Christ, I needed that.” 

“Me too.”

“I’m glad you came to the airport. Beat my plan.” 

“What was your plan?”

“To barge into your office and blow you under your desk during whatever meeting you were in.”

He lifted his head, eyebrows raised in interest. “Well, now. That sounds like lots of fun. Don’t toss that plan completely.”

“Mmm.”

He sat up and pulled out of her slowly, both of them appreciating the way her body tried to keep his softening cock inside. “Is that why you were panty-less?”