Page 29 of Hotline
“I’ve never done this," I say, melting in his arms. "I'm all yours."
I slide my hands through his hair, holding him close. He exhales, a groan hissing through his bared teeth, sliding his mouth up my neck and nipping at my earlobe.
"Your lips…" he rasps, tracing kisses along my collarbone.
"Yours," I whisper.
He crushes his lips down on mine and we kiss.Hard. He kisses me like the world is burning down around us. Like airplanes are falling out of the sky.
He spins me around, grabbing me by the waist and sitting me on the table. Some papers go flying, spinning to the ground. Others cling to the sticky arousal on my thighs.
He lowers himself into the chair and yanks my shirt down.
"These tits…"
He attacks them ravenously, squeezing, groping, pinching, grazing with his teeth, yanking the cups down so they pop out, as though being served up for him. He spanks them. Pinches my nipples so hard that I scream. Licks up and down them slowly, making my pussy pulse, looking for release.
My white gold clip comes loose from my hair and clangs as it hits the hard surface of the desk. I look down at him through my lashes, eyelids thick, new blood coursing through me.
His tongue slides a path down to my skirt. Before I even have time to take a breath, he's clawing at my panties and hooking his fingers around them. As he peels them down to my knees he inhales deeply.
"And this…" he growls, pushing my skirt up. "This is mine."
He pushes my skirt higher and dives between my legs.
My hands fall flat against the smooth, cool desk as he slides his tongue along my folds, already wet from his words. My parted knees lock my panties into place, making them rub up against his perfect, crisp shirt. It's hot. It's so fucking hot. He's going to smell like me.
I gasp when he grabs my hips and brings me closer, his lips closing around my clit, making little circles, one finger sliding lower. I brace for it to penetrate my soaking wet pussy, but he slides it along my seam, gathering my juices as he goes lower.
A long moan slides from my lips and I fall back onto the desk as he reaches lower, to my back hole. He doesn't put his finger inside me, just applies a little hint of pressure as his fingers split my lips apart to suck on my clit.
My back buckles and arches, my fingers grasping at the edge of his desk as the release flows through me, big tidal waves sweeping through me, gaining speed, mass, momentum as they go on, my brain now unable to process the sweet, sweet feelings of pleasure inside me.
I'm breathing heavily, panting, as I hoist myself up onto my elbows. Julian is sliding my panties the rest of the way down my legs, caressing my calves as he goes, a bit of the lace snagging on the heel of my black patent stilettos.
I laugh as he yanks them away, smiling up at me.
He stands, pouncing on me, wrapping me in his strong arms and crushing his lips to mine.
"Come on," he says, finally pulling away. "I'm getting you out of here."
I laugh.
"Again?"
"Yes." He picks me up bridal-style, which makes my ovaries twitch. "There's someplace far more important for you to be."
Chapter Thirteen
Opal
I glidemy hand along the surface of the water, ripples teasing my fingertips, body supine on a smooth white pool float the size of my old apartment.
I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm actually at Julian Lennox's house. In Julian Lennox's pool.
The house is a little intimidating. The pool is enormous and there's a hot tub that's been almost whisper-quiet since he turned it on. The grand lawn stretches out around me. The house is in a modern style that skews slightly gothic, with thick forest-green curtains framing the arched windows.
My phone rings.
