Ask Me Something (The Something Series Book 2) (21 page)

“Make yourself
come.” His voice was pure sin, and I breathed deep. This wasn’t something with
which I was particularly experienced, however having him deeply sheathed inside
of me definitely increased the odds in my favor. I rubbed harder, and he shifted
his body, putting us into a sitting position.

His head dipped
and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Scorching heat tore through me. I’d
never been one of those girls who enjoyed having her breasts played with during
sex, but damn if I couldn’t feel myself on the edge of an climax now that his
hot mouth was fixated on one while his hand toyed with the other.

As the orgasm
washed over me, he moved my hips while arching his, prolonging the explosion
ripping through me.

“Ahh,” I moaned
shamelessly, throwing my head back in unbridled ecstasy and taking him to his
brink, too. His hips thrust up two more times before his satisfied groan filled
the room. I collapsed against him and felt his strong arms come around me.

“You’re damn
sexy, Sash,” he murmured into my hair.

“You’re not so
bad yourself.”

***

As we lay there
shortly after sex, my mind relaxed for the first time in a week. Brian’s hand
stroked lazily down my side while we lay facing one another, heads on our
pillows in the bed.

“You were the
one who helped Juliette win Fantasy Football three years ago when she played
with all of the guys in the office, weren’t you?” he alleged, humor in his
eyes.

Of all of the
things he could have brought up at this moment—I had to giggle. “What makes you
say that?”

He pulled me
closer and nuzzled my neck. “I love that sound from you. It was your little
speech to the chairman today about Dallas. Holy shit. I think every man in that
room got a hard-on for you in that moment.”

“Not the goal
I’d hoped to achieve.” I enjoyed the sound of his chuckle.

“Seriously,
though, it was probably one of the sweetest moments I’ve ever seen. I told Josh,
and he looked at me and said one word.”

“What?”

“Epic.”

I grinned. “It
did feel good. Although it didn’t seem like Vanessa enjoyed it quite as much.”

He shrugged.
“Where did it come from?”

“Sports Center
mainly,” I yawned. My eyes were getting heavy.

“No, silly. Your
clandestine love for football?”

This was one
secret I didn’t mind sharing with him. “My dad. Football is like a religion to
him, and we used to watch together on Sundays. It gave us something to talk
about, and it still does. Bottom line, though, is that the Cowboys don’t have a
chance this year. They had an easy schedule last season, and losing their star
running back will decimate their ground strategy.”

“I knew it. And
admit it. You helped Juliette dominate our league that year she played in the
office, didn’t you?”

I laughed.
“Guilty, but then she didn’t want to play the following year because she said
too many of the guys would attempt to talk to her about her draft choices and
matchups. She didn’t know what to say without confessing.”

“So what will
you do if Michael Dobson invites you down to Dallas for a game?”

“Uh, go to the
game, of course. And hopefully see their new ad, courtesy of Gamble Advertising,
from his luxury club level box seats.”

“If his reaction
to your little rundown on his team was any indication, then I think both those
things look promising.”

***

The next morning
I stretched and realized Brian was asleep beside me. I knew he had to fly out
today for a meeting down in Miami, but the clock showed it was early enough for
what I had in mind.

For the first
time in my life, I knew what it meant to take more pleasure from giving than
from receiving when Brian awoke to the feel of my mouth around his quickly
forming erection. The way his body quivered when he came awake sent a shudder of
desire through me.

He propped a
pillow under his head, watching me with hooded eyes. “Holy shit. Good morning
to you, too.”

“Mm,” was my
only response as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and enjoyed
the way his breath sucked in. Grasping him with one hand at the base and the
other stroking his balls, I took his impressive form all the way to the back of
my throat.

“Fuuuck….” he
hissed.

Knowing it was a
matter of minutes before he insisted on taking over meant I had limited time. I
made good use of it, sucking harder and bobbing with a precise tempo and
purpose.

His hand fisted
in the sheet and then stopped before reaching my head. Mr. Dominant, for some
reason, was hesitant to push things, so I took matters into my own hands.
Literally, I took his hand into mine and placed it on top of my head,
encouraging him to do as he’d requested of me last night.

“No, I don’t
want to make you gag or throw up again.” His voice sounded pained, and his
fingers barely skimmed my hair.

Frustrated that
he’d witnessed me getting sick yesterday, I scraped my teeth along his ridge.
“I need you to show me that you want it, too, Bri—”

That was all the
encouragement he needed. His fingers tangled in my hair. He pushed my head down
and arched his hips, thrusting up into my mouth.

My eyes watered
with the first couple strokes, but then I relaxed and took him in fully,
enjoying the glimpse of power over him I had in that moment.

“Sash—stop—Jesus,
stop…”

I paused, giving
him enough of a window to extract himself. “Why did you want me to quit?”

“Because I was
going to come. Get up on your knees.” He was behind me in an instant with his
hand running along the length of my slit. “Honey, you’re soaked. Did you get
this way sucking on me?”

“Yes, and it
would’ve been better if you would’ve let me finish you.”

He guided
himself into me one inch at a time. “What kind of man would I be if I had you
swallow the day after getting sick? You’re exquisitely tight.”

I should’ve been
comforted by his consideration, but there was a larger part of me that wanted
to affect him the way he did me. I enjoyed being dominated in the bedroom, but
for once I wanted to concentrate on how I was pleasing him.

But his perfect thrusts
made a good case for why this wouldn’t be that day. His hands were everywhere, caressing
and enticing. Soon he settled on that sensitive nub, and I was done for. His
last thrust and the tremor of his muscles gave evidence that he’d reached his
climax as well.

***

“We need a
vacation, a place where, for an entire week, we can soak up the sun and then I
can be inside of you every day.” Brian said, soaping up my breasts in the
shower a short time later.

“We had a
vacation a few weeks ago.” Had it been only that short a time? My hands ran
down his strong arms and onto his chest, reciprocating the exploration with
enthusiasm.

“That wasn’t a
vacation. That was attending a wedding while not actively in bed with you. I
want a full week together.”

That thought
sent a thrill through me followed by a stab of fear. “Won’t we get sick of one
another?”

“Yeah, right.
Wouldn’t it be nice to do this every morning for a week, and then go get a
massage or lie by the pool?”

That did sound
like heaven. “We’re waiting on Tryon Pharmaceuticals to come back with a
decision, and things are busy at the moment.”

“I didn’t mean
next week. How does the third week of March work for you? We’ll go somewhere
warm and tropical.” He was serious.

“I’ve got to ask
my boss for the time off.”

He chuckled.
“Approved.”

My eyes met his,
and I sighed with happiness when he took my lips in a kiss. It would be nice to
look forward to a real vacation for the first time in years.

“Leave the plans
to me, and I’ll let you know the details.”

“Okay, but do
not pick up the tab for this. I will pay my part. Tell me where to book the
airfare, and we can meet down there.”

I could tell he
wanted to argue with me, but then his face broke out into a smile. “I can’t
wait to see you in a bikini.”

I shook my head
with a smile. “Uh, I’m naked right now in the shower with you, and you’re
looking forward to a bikini?”

He nodded and
then nibbled on my ear lobe. “It’s such a guy thing, I know, but a woman in a
bikini, poolside, is one of the sexiest things there is.”

Huh, that gave
me an idea or two.

I couldn’t
believe we had finally escaped to paradise. Ever since booking this vacation, I’d
felt the weeks drag while waiting for it.

My parents had
come up for their weekend in New York, which had been a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, the weather had been brutally cold, so most of our activities
had been indoors. Ironically, after my speed dating disaster that had included
the man who wanted to be a flying monkey in Wicked, we’d gone to see that very
Broadway musical.

The best news
came during the week before my vacation when my team got called in for a final
pitch with Tryon Pharmaceuticals. In my opinion, it had gone great, but we
awaited their final decision. This trip was near perfect timing since there was
nothing to do but wait anyhow.

Brian and I
scheduled our flights to arrive twenty minutes apart. Once we met up, we made
our way to a beautiful resort in Aruba in the back seat of a sedan. The sun
felt good after a particularly long, cold winter in New York. The calendar might
say spring, but the city had yet to recognize the fact that in a week we’d be
heading into April.

“What did you
want to do first?” Brian asked, massaging a finger over my knuckles while
holding my hand.

“Hmm, the pool looked
amazing online, or we could check out one of the four restaurants, or…” I
purposefully played coy, enjoying the flirting.

“I vote for
or
….”
he replied playfully.

I laughed. Brian
and I had been consistent in seeing one another every two weeks, but those had
been short meet ups. The thought of a full week together left me feeling
anxious. I’d never spent this amount of time with a man and wondered if we’d
run out of things to talk about or would end up on one another’s nerves. Although
a full week of having sex could be interesting, as three months in our appetite
for one another only seemed stronger.

He was of like
mind, leaning in to whisper, “Oh, do I have plans for us this week.”

His promise gave
me goosebumps, and I found myself buzzing with anticipation to get up to the
room. Maybe I really could put work away for a few days, and we’d be able to
decompress and relax.

Once we arrived,
we were whisked to the front desk, given a couple fruity cocktails,
all-inclusive bracelets, and then shown to our suite. The moment the door
closed, he was on me.

“These last two
weeks have felt like two months,” he muttered, unbuttoning my blouse.

My hands skimmed
up his chest; I was anxious to feel his skin. “I’m guessing you don’t want to
go to the pool first?”

He smiled. “You
are as smart as you are beautiful. Now wrap your legs around me.”

***

We showered
after our quickie and then took time to explore the room, which was a spacious
one-bedroom suite. There was a beautiful view of the ocean and a balcony on
which I couldn’t wait to have coffee in the morning. The large tub held promise
for how we could spend an evening or two as well.

“Are you sure
you don’t want me to wait for you?” Brian hesitated after grabbing his sunglasses
and tablet, ready to go to the pool.

I had a surprise
for him and figured the best way to pull it off would be for him to go down
before me.

“No, no, go on.
I’m finishing up an email to my sister about my parents’ anniversary party in a
few weeks. I need to send her money for my half. Then I’ll meet you out there.
Get a good spot and a margarita for me.” I fired up my laptop to prove my
intention.

He gave me a
quick kiss and stopped at the door. “See you down there.”

The minute the
door closed, I sent my reply to Addison and used PayPal for my half of the
party to be held at her husband’s country club. It was going to be pricey, but
I wouldn’t expect anything else from my sister.

After that was
finished, I jumped up and pulled the barely-there bikini from my suitcase. I
couldn’t wait to see Brian’s reaction to this number. It was a bright coral
with gold rings between the cups of the bikini top and on the sides of the
scraps that made up the front and back. I looked one last time in the mirror,
thinking my ass looked exceptionally good in the low-cut back. Throwing on a
white mesh cover-up, matching wedged sandals, and sunglasses, I pulled it all
together.

Arriving
poolside, I grinned when I saw him across the way. He was under a beach
umbrella with his back to me. He was so handsome, I thought, approaching him
from the side and looking at his body in only his swim shorts. His chest and
arms looked exceptionally good. I walked over and slipped into the seat beside
him.

“That was
quick,” he said, barely looking over while fiddling with his tablet, most
likely trying to get the Wi-Fi to work.

I got settled in
my chair. “Yes, easier than talking to her. Thanks for ordering my drink.” I
sipped the margarita that was waiting on the small table between us. “Did you
want to do a snack, too?” I glanced over the little laminated menu.

He shrugged.
“Sure. I made dinner reservations for seven o’clock this evening. A snack in
the meantime would be good. Do you want me to go over to the grill and get it?”

“Nah, I’ll do it.
Be right back.” I stood up, angled behind his line of sight, and tugged off my cover-up.

Smiling, I bent
down briefly and kissed him on the cheek. I then sashayed over to the grill
across the pool. I hoped by now he’d noticed. If I wasn’t mistaken, he wasn’t
the only one. Swallowing down the unease of having the attention, I reminded
myself this was for him. I placed my order and was told they would bring it to
our chairs soon.

Making my way
back, I kept my eyes on Brian, who clearly was no longer reading his device but
was watching me intently, his face completely unreadable. Well, that was
disappointing. But as I got closer, I could see his eyes, and those told me all
I needed to know. Taking my seat beside him, I saw lust, appreciation, and a
heavy dose of irritation.

“What the hell
kind of bikini is that?” he ground out.

I slipped my
sunglasses down and eyed him. “Excuse me, this is a designer suit. You don’t
like it?”

He sighed
heavily. “It makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you caveman
style to the room and not come back out the whole damn week.”

My brow arched.
“I’ll be sure to post that in my online review of the suit. We could’ve stayed
indoors at your house for a week if that’s all you wanted to do. This is a vacation:
pool, drinks, dinners, and your favorite: bikinis.” I heard him practically
growl and smiled in response.

“Right. Vacation,
where every other man gets to stare at your ass in that poor excuse for a
bikini.”

I turned toward
him. “I don’t give a shit about the other men. I bought this to look good for
you because you said you were looking forward to seeing me in one. The best
part about this week is that we don’t have to pretend that we’re not together in
public, which means that you can lean over here, kiss me, and put your hand on
my ass, letting everyone know just who gets to take it off of me later.”

His eyes
darkened, and then he was taking my mouth in a scorching way, skimming his
hands over my backside and squeezing possessively.

My cheeks flamed
in embarrassment at the indecent display of public affection, but it also sent
a thrill through me to feel this wanted.

He pulled away
slowly and smoothed his thumb along my lower lip. “That makes me even hotter
for you. Did you truly wear it for me?”

Nodding, I
thought the satisfied grin he shared was well worth it.

“I’m a lucky man,
then. Food is here,” he said, sitting back and accepting the tray full of
nachos from the server.

“This is pretty
amazing,” I remarked, snacking on nachos and sipping on my drink a few minutes
later.

“It is, isn’t it?
Have you ever done this kind of thing before?”

“Are you asking
me something?”

“Yes, I guess I
am. Have you ever vacationed with another man?”

“No, not really.
I did an overnight thing for a wedding once, but that was definitely not a vacation.
How about you? Any dom time in paradise?”

He rolled his
eyes, evidently not enjoying my joke. “First of all, you have no idea what a
real dominant would be like. Secondly, in answer to your question, no, I’ve
never taken a woman, aside from my sister, on vacation with me.”

The fact that we
were in new territory together, pleased me. But then I keyed in on his first
statement.

“What do you
mean I have no idea what a real dominant would be like?”

He smirked. “You
read about it on the Internet. I like to be in control in the bedroom in a
dominant way, but we definitely aren’t in a dom-sub relationship, Sasha. Not
even close.”

I had read about
it, and he wasn’t wrong. He might be bossy and take over with sex, but he
definitely didn’t treat me like I was submissive. Which made me wonder about
the other girls he’d been with.

“I’m glad I’m
here with you,” he murmured, kissing my hand.

“Right back at
you.”

***

We walked hand
in hand on our way to dinner. Wearing a little black dress that showed off my
legs, I enjoyed the way that Brian looked in his linen pants and a light blue,
button-down shirt. Thus far, I’d answered some emails late this afternoon but
then had been able to turn work back off. As he had during our time in the
islands for the wedding, Brian seemed to distract me from my normal obsession
with my job. The result was I felt more relaxed than—well—ever. We took our
seats at dinner. Although I would put the number of meals we’d shared throughout
the years in triple digits, I could practically feel the air sizzle when he
took my hand over the table and kissed the inside of my wrist.

“You look very
sexy this evening,” he commented in that low tone that made me quiver in
expectation.

“You look very
good yourself. I like that color of blue on you.”

He found my
compliment amusing. “Does this feel like a date?”

“Considering I’m
comfortable and enjoying myself, uh, no.”

He threw his
head back and laughed, then leaned over. “I wonder. Do you put out on the first
date?”

I shrugged. “Keep
the margaritas coming, and I might.”

After an amazing
dinner, I sat back, stuffed, and contemplated a burning question. “I want to
ask you something about the other women you’ve been with in these types of
arrangements.”

He wavered and
then took both of my hands. “Okay, ask me.”

“Were they more
submissive? I mean, were you a lot more dominant with them?”

He looked at me
for the longest time and then swallowed. “Yes.”

His answer
bothered me more than I thought it would. His eyes hadn’t left mine, and I knew
he waited for whatever I was about to say in response.

“Why haven’t you
done it with me, then?”

He looked
surprised and then shook his head. “Because for you, giving up any amount of control
is a big step. I don’t want to do something you won’t enjoy.”

“But there’s
more you could do?” I hedged, watching his eyes flash with interest before they
hid it again.

“Sasha, one of
the things that’s most attractive about you is that you do, in fact, challenge
me. None of those other women did, in or out of the bedroom. It’s tough to
explain, but the fact that you can test me intellectually and look at me with
defiance even when I’m demanding is a bigger turn-on than ever having you be
completely submissive. Plus I told you I’m not into pain or punishment.
Pleasurable torture maybe, but not the other stuff.”

I swallowed
hard. “What does pleasurable torture involve?”

Heat radiated
from his eyes. “Do you honestly want to know?”

I nodded, taking
another gulp of my drink. Something told me I was going to need it.

The waitress
came over to clear our plates and ask if there was anything else we needed.
Brian grinned. “Two shots of Patron, please.”

After our shots
arrived and we went bottoms up, he sat back. “I’d like for you to make your way
to the ladies’ room and take off your panties. Bring them to me.”

I sucked in my
breath at his request and felt myself flush. For a brief moment, I contemplated
denying him. But it didn’t make sense for me to do so. My consent to his
requests merely heightened the sexual tension, and we both benefited from that.
And I had, in fact, wanted the challenge. I knew it turned him on to see me
accept it. “Excuse me a moment.” I slid my chair back and then made my way to
the restroom.

Resuming my seat
at the table, I passed him my thong underneath. Then I watched him ball it up in
his hand and bring it up to his nose, inhaling. Jesus, this man made me feel on
fire. Next he tucked it away in his pocket like nothing had happened. His chair
moved closer to mine, and I held my breath in expectation of his hands on me,
but they didn’t come.