Playing Dirty: Windy City Kink, Book 3 (16 page)

She now felt ashamed of that. So ashamed.

Raff must have been watching her face because the skin around his eyes softened and his eyes went warm again. “No. Don’t be like that. Now I’m the one who’s sorry,” he murmured, stroking her hair off her forehead again. “Baby, you don’t need to apologize. You’re perfect. So goddamn perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect.”

He shook his head, his lips curving. “I mean perfect for me.”

Her heart seized. In both good and bad ways. She loved the way that sounded. But it also scared the crap out of her. “Raff.” She closed her hand around the wrist of the hand that was stroking her. “This is one date. One weekend.”

“Right.” But he still smiled down at her with so much tender affection it confused her. “Sure, babe.”

“Now you’re patronizing me!” she snapped.

He grinned. “Nope.” He leaned down and kissed her mouth. His mood had shifted and the air in the room lightened.

He totally was patronizing her, but his mouth on hers was very distracting. Warming. Sizzling. His tongue licked over her lips and she couldn’t help it, she opened to him. He licked inside, and he kissed her deeper—long, languid, sweet kisses.

He rolled to his back, taking her with him, adjusting her body on top of his, her thighs straddling his hips. Both his hands went to her ass and gripped her there, squeezing gently. One hand slid up her back to the nape of her neck, into her hair, then back down to her ass again. He pulled her higher and she wrapped her arms around his head, her breasts in front of his face.

“Sweet tits,” he muttered, closing his lips over one nipple. Her head went back as sensation shimmered from her nipple to her pussy. He sucked on her tender nipple with delicious pressure, swirled his tongue over it, then sucked again. He released that nipple and she shifted to give him the other one, which he also licked and then tugged into his mouth with sweet suction. Melting sweetness drizzled all down through her, pooling between her legs.

He played with her breasts for a long time, kissing between them, moving back and forth between them. Flames built deep in her belly. Her clit pulsed and her pussy throbbed with a hard ache until it was almost unbearable. Then he did an ab curl and sat up, taking her with him.

She sat in his lap, her arms now on his shoulders, and he kissed her mouth—deep, driving kisses. When he rolled back down to his back, she stayed upright and he covered her breasts with his hands, caressing them, fondling them, then pinching her nipples between his fingers. Exquisite sparks of pleasure cascaded down through her.

“So pretty,” he murmured. “Such suckable nipples. And sensitive. You like having your nipples played with.”

“I love it,” she admitted. He did it again and again, the sparks growing hotter, faster, swirling inside her.

She reached behind him to his groin, found his cock, now rigid again, and he groaned. She stroked him from root to tip, arching her back more, pushing her breasts deeper into his hands. His cock felt amazing—ridged, solid and yet velvety soft.

He reached for her face and pulled her down on top of him again to kiss her, his big hands cupping her head, thumbs on her jaw. Their mouths met again, his tongue caressing hers then sucking on it with greedy hunger. She shifted away from him and kissed his chin then his chest. She gave soft sucks to his nipples, making him twitch hard and draw in a breath, then dragged her tongue over the ripples of his hard abs.

“Paige, baby,” he muttered, fingers in her hair. She smiled against the soft skin just below his navel. He knew where she was going.

Chapter Sixteen

With her ass in the air, she moved down his body, crouching between his legs, until her mouth reached its target. She curled her fingers around his cock, felt it throb and drew her tongue slowly up it. She looked up along his body to find his eyes on her, burning hot and carnal. Teasingly, she circled her tongue over the crest, keeping her eyes locked on him. It was unbelievably sexy and intimate, and her pussy squeezed hard. Then she opened wide and took him. Her eyes fell closed as sensation washed over her, his thick weight on her tongue, the male taste of him filling her mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, fingers tightening on her head. “Suck me, baby. Suck me deep.”

She didn’t rush it. She slowly slid her lips up and down, used her tongue, got him all wet to help her lips glide. She did this for a while then paused to give some attention to his balls. She squeezed them gently, let her fingers tease beneath them, licked over them too, still holding his shaft up and away from them with her other hand.

“Holy fuck yeah. Lick my balls. Fuck, that feels good.”

She looked up at him again, saw his face tight with primal desire. Heat rushed through her at the male beauty of his face, the lean jaw locked tight, the burning intensity in his eyes. She loved it that she could give him this, give him so much pleasure. A rush of feminine power swept over her. She gave another delicate lick, a closed-mouth kiss right to the tip, another swirl of her tongue.

“You’re fucking killing me,” he groaned.

With a smile, she closed her lips over him again and sucked. She got lost in it, in the rhythm, the feel of her lips sliding over his hard flesh, her tongue rippling against him, taking him as deep as she could, her other hand cupping his balls tenderly. She vaguely heard his harsh breathing, his low moans of pleasure.

Then they were done. He knifed up, lifted her off him and set her down, still on her hands and knees, and he was behind her. She peered at him over her shoulder as he bent to kiss her derriere, one cheek, then the other.

“So pretty and pink,” he murmured. He caressed one cheek. “Gotta fuck you from behind, Paige, so I can see this view.”

Her breathing quickened. He nuzzled her from behind, kissing and licking everywhere. Every nerve ending jumped, pleasure flamed over her in hot licks. Then his face was buried in her pussy, his lips and tongue catapulting her straight to the stars, sensation shooting through her veins.

“God!” she cried. She had never experienced this. She wasn’t virginal by any means, and, sure, she’d done it doggie style—in fact, she really liked that position—but no man had ever given her oral like this.

He devoured her but was gentle, his obvious hunger and enjoyment of what he was doing so thrilling and empowering. Wow. She closed her eyes and dropped her head, went to her elbows as he sucked on swollen flesh, licked over her hypersensitive knot of nerves and plunged his tongue inside her.

Her orgasm was starting to build and she was shaking with the need to come, when he grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs farther apart and then, on his knees behind her, the head of his cock pressed at her entrance. She froze. Jeez, she didn’t want to stop him, she needed that big prick inside her so bad she was throbbing for it, aching for it. But… “Condom,” she croaked.

He too went still. “Fuck me,” he muttered. “Why the
fuck
do I keep forgetting about that with you?” He crawled across the bed to grab one from the table.

“I don’t know why you keep forgetting, since you apparently brought a whole case of them with you,” she panted, impatient but watching him glove up with fascination, admiring the masculine grace of his hands on his own cock. God, that made her even hotter.

He snorted out a choked laugh and gave her ass a slap as he moved closer on his knees. “You make me laugh,” he muttered. “Even when I’m fucking you.”

Then he was back, pressing into her from behind. She took him inside inch by inch, her eyes closed, heart thudding, and he filled her with luscious pressure. When he was all the way in, almost to the point of pain, the crisp hair of his groin pressed to her ass, he paused. He throbbed inside her and her inner muscles contracted involuntarily. He laid a hand flat on her middle back and groaned, “Christ, so sweet and tight around me, like a fist squeezing me.”

Once again she pushed up onto straight arms and looked at him over her shoulder, his powerful torso right there. She stretched an arm back to touch him, brushing her fingers over his muscled chest, his face. He bent forward, one arm sliding around her front, and found her mouth with his, the angle not perfect, but still they kissed, hot and wet.

His hand closed over her throat, so gently, dominant and possessive, claiming a vulnerable part of her body and sending a clear message. She absorbed the feel of his hand there, reassuring her, making her feel owned—yet protected. He began to move in her, sliding in and out in slow strokes, building sensation in her, tightening her womb.

“You’re hot as hell, Paige.” He clasped her hips and thrust harder. “So hot and tight.”

“You’re hot too,” she gasped as he drove even deeper, hitting a supersensitive spot inside her.

“Watching my dick sliding inside you…fuck, that’s hot. Seeing this sweet little ass, watching it shake when I…do…this…” He slapped his body against her ass in a hard thrust that once again hit that tender spot. Heat curled inside her, twisting up tighter, hotter. The sublime friction of his cock excited her. It started building again, a burn of brilliant pleasure growing.

Raff snaked an arm around her again, his fingers brushing over her bare mound then settling over her clit. Her body jerked at his touch there, but she wanted it. Needed it.

“There,” he whispered behind her. “There it is. Gonna fuck you hard now, baby, make you come.”

“Yes.” God yes.

He rubbed in small circles as his cock powered in and out of her, now fierce and fast…yeah, fucking her hard. She loved it.

That brilliant burn shot up high, peaking in a white-hot explosion that spread over her body, making her tremble and cry out. Sensation sizzled over her flesh, radiating from her core outward. Her arms quivered and she let herself fall to the mattress. The bed shook as Raff pounded into her, drawing out her climax almost painfully.

Then he fell over her, his body damp and hot against her back, his breathing rough in her ear. “Yeah,” he groaned. “There it is. Holy fuck, baby…” His words were clipped, his jaw tight. He pressed himself inside her, pulsing, and she squeezed her inner muscles around him, bringing forth another moan. His lips found the skin in front of her ear and rested there in a long kiss. “Holy fuck,” he repeated moments later.

He was heavy on her, pressing her down, her thighs starting to burn at being pushed so wide, but she didn’t want to move. She was still pulsing, but limp and utterly spent.

Raff dragged in a slow breath, kissed her cheek again and then rose. He slowly withdrew and again headed to the bathroom. She stretched her aching legs out, but that was all she moved, lying there with her cheek pressed to the sheets, her arms bent at her sides, palms down.

When Raff came back, he swept a hand down her back, patted her ass, then got them both under the covers. Once again she was snuggled into him as if she’d slept there every night of her life, it seemed that perfect and easy.

“Now sleep,” he murmured, stroking her hair.

She nodded. “Mmmm.”

Raff had been honest when he’d told Paige he didn’t want to waste time sleeping. Now he’d finally gotten her into his bed, he wasn’t letting her out. Ever.

Okay, they had to fly back to Chicago, but that was how he felt. So when they’d both woken up in the morning, he’d made her come with his mouth, fucked her again, ordered room service so they could have breakfast in bed and then fuck again. He was pretty impressed at his own stamina. He grinned, lying there beside Paige among tangled sheets.

“Hey,” he said, “I didn’t forget the condom.”

She giggled. “No, you didn’t. Good job, stud.”

He laughed too and squeezed her closer. “I didn’t plan much for today,” he said. “Thought we could play it by ear.”

“What? I thought you had every minute of this weekend planned out.” She rolled onto him, setting her hands on his chest, her chin on her hands, staring at him with big eyes.

“Not everything.” He lifted an eyebrow and molded one hand over her ass.

Her eyes sparkled. “I’m pretty sure you did plan this.”

“Babe. You know I wanted it. That’s different.”

Now she arched a slender eyebrow. “Uh-huh. But I have a feeling you always get what you want.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

She shook her head, the corners of her lips tipped up. “Arrogant.”

“Yeah, been told that once or twice.”

“So what are we going to do today?”

He grinned.

“Raff! I won’t be able to walk out of here.”

His eyebrows now joined above his nose. “Are you sore, baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m fine. I was exaggerating.”

“Still…” his palm caressed her ass cheek, “…we have been…uh…busy.”

Her lips twitched. “Very. What time are we leaving? Do we have to check out by noon?”

“We can stay in the cottage as long as you want. We’re supposed to fly out at five. We’ll be back in Chicago around eleven; I’ll have you home by midnight. That okay?”

One corner of her mouth deepened. “You’re actually consulting me?”

He gave her ass a little swat. “Yeah. But don’t get used to it.”

“Yes, that’s okay. I should text Kevin and let him know.”

“Sure. Go get your phone. Then we’ll talk about how to spend the rest of the day.”

She rolled out of bed and with great enjoyment he watched her walk out of the bedroom completely naked. And even more when she walked back in. She was swiping her finger over her screen and frowning. “Jeez,” she muttered. “Three missed calls and four text messages. I didn’t even hear them.”

“We were kinda distracted.”

“True.” She crawled back into bed and pulled the duvet up to her chin, still staring at her phone. “My friends,” she explained. “Kevin told them where I was and they freaked out.” She grimaced. “Better text
them
too.”

She bit her lip, cute as anything as she concentrated on her phone for the next few minutes. Raff hadn’t looked at his since last night either, which was rare for him. He was connected to that smartphone when not in the office, like a dying man on life support. Okay, even when he was
in
the office. But at that moment, business could wait. Because…Paige.

“Done,” she said, setting the phone on the bedside table. “So. What’s the deal?”

“Well, here are a few things we could do. We could stay in bed and bang our brains out. Or—”

She snorted a laugh.

“We could go for a walk on the beach. We could go check out the Gaslamp Quarter. Do a little shopping, have lunch…”

“You’re consulting me again!” She opened her eyes wide.

He shook his head, trying not to laugh, but failing. “Yeah. We were in the Gaslamp Quarter last night but we didn’t see much.”

“Because you were in a mood.”

He gave her a long look, thinking he should be annoyed at that dig. After a moment of reflection though, watching her try not to smile, eyes dancing, he was forced to admit he wasn’t annoyed. She was right. And he kind of liked being teased by her. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Sorry.”

Her smile beamed at him. “Took you a while to get that out.”

He shook his head and grinned back at her. “Or we could go to Balboa Park. The zoo. That’s cool too.”

She sighed. “I don’t know. It all sounds amazing. Could we walk on the beach and then go to the Gaslamp Quarter?”

He leaned over and kissed her mouth. “Whatever you want, baby. Told you that.”

The kiss was supposed to be a quick smooch, but he went back for another one, and another one, and then they were wrapped up in each other, kissing like crazy. Again.

“Wait,” she gasped, moments later. “We can’t do this. We have stuff to do.”

“I’m adaptable,” he murmured, his forehead against hers. “Changing priorities and all that.”

She smiled. “Good to know. I want to go walk on the beach.”

“Need a shower first?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Me too.” He slid out of bed, whisked the covers off and bent to pick her up.

“Raff!” She grabbed on to him, like she had last night—only this time was better because they were naked. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going for a shower.”

“Together?”

“Uh…
yeah
.”

“Sweet zombie Jesus.”

He grinned as he strode to the attached bathroom and pushed the door open with one foot. He set Paige on her feet on the marble-tiled floor and turned to the shower stall. “Wanna get you all wet and soapy,” he muttered. “Slide my hands all over that pretty body and get you nice and clean.”

Her lips tightened and her eyes went hazy.

When the water was warm, he nudged her into the shower and followed her, closing the door behind them. The big showerhead rained down on them. “That feels good,” he said, shifting so his back was to the water, then turning Paige in his arms so her back was to his front. He reached around her for a bottle of body wash, dumped some in his hand and proceeded to carry out his plan.

Of course washing sensitive areas of her body—like her taut breasts, which felt fucking amazing in his soapy hands, and her pussy, also a miracle of feminine softness—got both of them panting again. Paige leaned back into him and when his fingers brushed her clit, she twitched. “There,” he murmured in her ear. His wet fingertips circled. “Feel good?”

“Uh-huh.” Her head fell back on his shoulder.

“Move your feet apart, baby.” He nudged one of her feet with his. She widened her stance, giving him better access to her pussy, and moaned as he kept stroking her. “That’s it.” He kissed her shoulder. Pinched a nipple. She vibrated against him, water pouring down on them, steam curling around them and fogging the glass door. He only wished he could see her face as he made her come like that.

She gave a soft cry, thighs closing tight on his hand, and he felt her clit swell and pulse against his fingers.