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  “Your ex may have allowed you to be silent, but that’s because he was a selfish prick. I want to hear you say what you want. I want to know I’m making you feel how you want to feel. I want the neighbors on either side of these walls to call the front desk because you’re screaming so loud one minute and begging me for more the next. Is that understood?” The dark promise of his words feels like a rumble through my body. A finger flipping a light switch on. A tremor of adrenaline-laced desire.

  His hold on my hair prevents me from looking away like I normally would. There is no room to be shy. No space to back away and collect myself. There is only the ragged rasp of my breath and the slick sound of my arousal as his fingers continue to work their way so casually in and out of me. It’s as if he owns me.

  I have never been more turned on in my life.

  “The woman in Coquette had no problem firing a quick comeback and telling me what she thought of me. Was that confidence all a show?” He twists his fingers tighter in my hair, adding the tiniest bit of pain. His eyebrow raises, a silent challenge to see if I’m as mouthy here as I was in the bar. “Now tell me, Collins, what is it that you want?”

  My breath shudders as my body edges closer to that high, his words only spurring my arousal on.

  I’ve never been spoken to like this. I’ve never been asked, demanded, coaxed—whatever you want to call it—to express what I want in bed. It had always been Clint’s needs that came first. It had always been me feeling so dissatisfied. Frustrated. Wanting.

  And it’s both heady and empowering to be spoken to this way. To be asked to voice what I want.

  I’ll never see this man again. Hell, we don’t even know each other’s names . . . so isn’t this my chance to just go for it? To wear the shoes of whoever this woman I’m being tonight and enjoy the ride?

  Pun intended.

  So I take a slow, fortifying breath, my eyes meeting his stare for stare, and say something I’ve never uttered in my entire life. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me feel. I want you to make me come.”

  His fingers still inside me as his approving chuckle rumbles through the room. “There she is,” he croons as a smile curves his lips. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He presses a teasing kiss to my lips and then whispers, “But you have to earn my cock first, Collins.”

  His words surprise me and even though he releases my hair and pulls his fingers out from inside me, I stand there slack-jawed and unsatisfied. “I have to what?”

  He makes this the perfect time to slide down his boxer briefs so that his cock springs free. And of course, someone as gorgeous as him would have to have a perfect dick. Thick and hard and Jesus . . . he was right. Some things are worth begging for.

  And that is one of them.

  “You heard me,” he says, pulling my attention back to him as he takes a step toward me. “You have to earn it.”

  “I—”

  “Take off your panties, Collins.” His eyes lower as I slide my soaked panties down my hips and step out of them when they hit my ankles. Nerves flutter about as he takes a long, slow appraisal of my body. That cocky tilt to his lips is back when his eyes meet mine again. “Stand in front of the window, Collins.”

  “But—”

  “Do as I say,” he commands softly as if to let me know that refusing isn’t an option. “It’s time to work for that fuck you want.” He quirks a brow. “Now over to the window.”

  I obey.

  God, I never thought I’d say those words in my entire life, but I fucking obey.

  And I do so with more eagerness than I’ve showed for something in a long time.

  There is no room for modesty as I do what he asks. No room when he looks at me with an intensity that is strong enough to light me on fire, let alone the room.

  “Good girl,” he purrs and runs a hand down my jaw before twirling his finger in the air. “Now turn around and put your hands on the glass. Yes, just like that.” A soft hand over the curve of my ass. “You like that, don’t you, Collins? To be seen. To know anyone can look up here at any second and see you standing here. To know that someone right now might be getting off while watching you stand there naked.” He runs a finger softly between my thighs. His touch so featherlight that it takes everything I have not to push my ass back to feel more. “Tell me, Collins. Tell me you like it.”

  “I like it.” Breathless. Desperate.

  “Better,” he praises, his mouth at my ear. “Now bend over, press your tits against the glass, and let me see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

  I do as he asks, bending over and sticking my ass out.

  The room is silent as I stand there. I can only assume he is behind me, staring, and the inability to see him and what he’s doing, heightens the anticipation that has been building, sensation by sensation.

  His lips touch the small of my back, and I jolt at the unexpected sensation. “You have such a beautiful pussy, Collins. It’s”—he emits a guttural groan when his fingertip rubs ever so gently over my wet folds— “such a turn-on.”

  I try to push back onto his hand, clenching my muscles when I do. His chuckle is seductive as it rumbles through the room. “Are you asking for something? Is your pussy tightening for me?”

  God.

  Yes.

  Please.

  “Mm-hmm,” is all I can manage.

  “Answer me or I stop.” His touch leaves me and my body tenses in response.

  “Yes. That’s for you.”

  Take it. Please fucking take it, because I’m aching and soaked and all I can think about is your next touch.

  But the silence returns. The expectation builds.

  His hand slides over one side of my ass, between my thighs just enough to tease my opening before running over the other cheek. I feel the heat of his body behind me. Can smell the scent of his cologne mixed with my arousal. “I should take you like this right here, against the glass for everyone to see.” His fingers press a little closer this trip around. “But I want to watch you. Your tits. Your lips. Your sweet pussy. You. Is that what you want, Collins?”

  “Yes,” I moan, his fingers back where I want them again. A hiss of pleasure falls from my lips when the wet, warmth of his mouth closes over me. The ache . . . oh my God, the ache the simplest touch of his tongue creates is enough to have me pushing myself back against him. Wanting him to take more. Needing him to take more.

  He closes his mouth over my most intimate skin, taking it in his mouth and sucking. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before and sure as hell want to experience again. Pressure builds within me. The burn of desire shifts into bliss I’ve never experienced before.

  “You like that? My mouth on you? My tongue in you?” He licks up the line of my spine. Chills chase his tongue every inch of the way, until the heat of his breath is on my neck. “Your pussy is beautiful, Collins. The way it looks. The way it tastes. The way it tightens at my touch.” He pulls my hair back exposing my neck. “It’s time to get on the bed. I want you on your back. Thighs spread. Eyes on me. Yes?”

  It’s amazing what desperation will do. To want something so damn strong you’ll do things you swore you’d never do. Like obeying a man you just met.

  But I do it.

  I move to the bed, lie down, and spread my thighs.

  A thousand lights of the city are at his back, but my eyes are on him. They couldn’t be anywhere else right now. He owns my attention.

  He takes a few steps toward me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips—lips still coated with my arousal—as he steps out of the shadows. And even though I’m watching him, I jolt when he runs a fingertip up the inside of my calf. It’s not because I’m uncertain or scared. No, I’m desperate for more.

  Of his lips on me.

  Of his hands touching me.

  Of the way he looks at me.

  His hand strokes back and forth over his cock. He even makes that look sexy as he wipes a thumb over his precum and rubs it over his crest. Every part of my body tenses in anticipation as he unknowingly teases me.

  “Christ, you’re stunning,” he murmurs. “I’m going to need to taste more of that.”

  And just as my brain registers his words, he kneels between my spread legs—his hands on my thighs—and dips his head. Oh God. So good.

  The guttural groan he emits is everything. Its vibration only adds to the onslaught of sensations his mouth, and now his fingers are adding to the mix as they slip back into me.

  I’m already primed. Already turned on. Already swimming in a sea of sensations familiar and yet so very unfamiliar to me. Going down on me wasn’t a priority for Clint. And when he did, he was lazy and fumbling.

  Johnnie, on the other hand . . . is skilled at it. Every damn aspect of it. The way he touches. The way he licks. Everything.

  I feel in sensations. The scrape of his stubble against the inside of my thighs. The warmth of his mouth. The pressure of his hands as he spreads my thighs as far apart as they’ll go. The shock as his tongue pushes its way into me.

  A strangled moan falls from the back of my throat as my body coils tighter and tighter. I reach for anything and everything. The sheets. His hair. My heels dig in against his shoulders as my legs tense and my body climbs.

  His pace quickens. Fingers and tongue and movement and pressure. The rhythm is relentless. One I can’t escape from even if I wanted to.

  “Right there.”

  My head falls back.

  “Just like that.”

  My back arches.

  “Please.”

  My hips buck into his face.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  All shame is gone as the coil snaps. My body shudders. My voice grates over the word Yes as I’m thrown headfirst into wave after wa
ve of ecstasy.

  I’m breathless and flushed and overwhelmed as he crawls over me and smothers my mewls with his lips. I taste myself on his tongue, and I swear to God, it sends another round of pulses through my pussy.

  “Christ, woman.” He gently tugs on my bottom lip and my eyes flash open. I offer a sleep-drugged smile as I come down from my high.

  “The tongue definitely works.” I laugh, feeling emboldened, and make a check-mark sign with my finger.

  “I’m being graded, huh?” he asks as he scrapes his teeth over my collarbone and heads toward my breasts. “Then I guess I better get back to work. There are more places I plan on exploring.”

  He cups one of my breasts, his thumb flicking over my pebbled nipple while his mouth closes around the other one. I squirm beneath his touch, my body still hypersensitive from my orgasm. My squirming only serves to grind my thigh against the thickness of his cock.

  “Greedy, are we?” he asks, lips moving against my skin.

  “Yes. Do you have a problem with greedy girls?” I smile at him as I shift so that I can wrap my hand around his dick. He sucks in a quick breath and runs the stubble of his chin down the rest of my abdomen before sitting up on his haunches and staring at me.

  The man is gorgeous. Simply put. From his eyes to his hair to his body to his cock. He’s a damn Adonis, and all I can fathom as I lie here with a goofy grin on my face in my post orgasmic haze is that it’s a travesty I almost denied myself this.

  “No problem at all.” He angles his head to the side. “Just trying to figure out what to do with you next.”

  “You could put that to good use,” I say and try to reach for his cock again. “Or . . .” I trail a finger over his thigh, wanting to touch his veined shaft again and getting heady off my newfound confidence. “Turn-about could be fair play.”

  He lifts a lone eyebrow as his mouth turns up at one corner. “It could, could it?” he murmurs as I sit up to match his posture.

  “It definitely could.” And this time, when I go to wrap my hand around his cock, he lets me. My fingers don’t make the circle but by the way his eyes fall half closed and the moan he emits, I don’t really think he minds.

  I lean forward and swirl my tongue over its tip, welcoming the taste of his precum with a murmur of appreciation.

  His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back. “If you’re going to suck my cock, Collins, I want to see all of you while you do it.” He shifts out of my grasp and moves to stand at the edge of the bed. “Come here.” He moves me so that I’m lying on my back with my neck angled over the edge of the bed. I’m looking at him upside down from my position on the bed.

  “I don’t underst—”

  “I’m big.” He gives a shameless but arrogant shrug. “This will help open the back of your throat up so you can take more of me in.”

  Well, holy hell. I think I just came again from those words alone.

  He leans over and gives me a backwards kiss, our faces in opposing positions before he straightens up so that my lips are met with every long inch of him.

  I open my mouth and take him in. A slide of my tongue around his bell-shaped crest. A sheathing of my teeth as he stretches my lips. A suction of my lips around his girth as I lift my hand to give the base of his shaft some love because there is no way in hell I’ll be able to fit his entirety in my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he groans. He slowly begins to move his hips so that his cock slides in and out of my mouth while I suction around him. “That feels incredible.”

  He is measured in his movements. His restraint noticeable in the tensing of his thigh where my other hand rests. But he slowly works his cock in and out of my mouth, each slide in a little bit farther than the one before.

  He’s definitely big and it takes me a few times to measure my breathing and gag reflex to not choke when he hits the back of my throat. But the groans he makes, the ones that rumble around the room as I suck tightly around him, only serve to make me want more of him.

  “I can see when I hit your throat, Collins. How your muscles tighten around me when I go deeper.” He runs a fingertip over the side of my cheek and to my neck when he pushes into the depths of my mouth. “Your nipples are hard.” He palms one of them and flicks a thumb over my nipple. “I love the way you push your pussy in the air each time I fuck your mouth, almost as if you’re pretending my cock is fucking you there too.” He slides his finger between the seam of my sex but does nothing more. I buck my hips up as his touch leaves me. “Do you want it that bad? Do you want this”—he grinds his hips in a circle so his dick hits the inside of my cheek—“fucking you into oblivion? Do you want to know what satisfaction feels like?”

  “Please,” I try to say around his cock as I move my hand from his thigh to snake it down between my thighs, the ache growing so intense I need to help ease it.

  “What was that?” he asks.

  “Please,” I repeat and then moan as my fingers find my clit.

  “See?” he says with a pained chuckle as he leans back, a gasp falling from my lips as his cock slips out and his tongue replaces it in my mouth. The kiss is hungry and fueled with a violent desire that until now, I don’t think I ever could have understood.

  But I do now.

  Oh, God, how I do now.

  “Good things are worth begging for.”

  “Yes.” I nip his lip. “God, yes.” My tongue delves into his mouth as my hands grip the back of his neck. “Fuck me, now.”

  And before my sex-drugged synapses can fire, Johnnie has hauled me up by my shoulders and has me bent over the bed. His hands knead my breasts as his body flanks mine from behind. The heat of his labored breath is against my ear. The feel of his wet cock presses between my thighs. The scrape of his stubble teases my skin as he runs his chin back and forth over my shoulder.

  “How do you want to come this time, Collins?” He scrapes his teeth over the curve of my neck. “From behind? Against the wall in the shower? With you riding me?” His hands slide down my sides, and he angles one so that his fingers can rub ever so softly over my clit. “Maybe we’ll try all three. One for each orgasm.”

  “I can’t—”

  “Oh, you definitely can.”

  A gasp of my breath. A spread farther apart of my legs. “But I’ve never . . .” been able to come more than once.

  I don’t utter the words because my breath hitches as his other hand slides down the crease of my ass. No one has ever touched me there and my body tenses as his other finger presses gently on the rim of muscles.

  He’s got me. If I writhe away from the pressure on my clit, I push into his other hand on my ass. If I go the opposite, my body gets the pleasure but not the release.

  “You will come at least two more times, Collins. Maybe even more.” The steadfast assurance in his voice, the confidence, is enough to cause that ache to intensify. Enough for me to believe his promise.

  “I can’t—” I moan with a shake of my head, not sure if I want him to stop or never stop as the intensity of his touch grows.

  He fists my hair and pulls sharply so that my head is back and my neck is exposed. “Are you saying you doubt my abilities? That you don’t think I can make you come until you feel broken?”

  He licks a line up the length of my neck and I swear to everything holy, my body aches for him to never stop touching me. It burns in places I never knew could burn. My nipples. My mouth. My pussy. My skin.

  I’ve been touched before. I’ve had sex before. But nothing like this.

  Nothing ever like this.

  To feel powerful and powerless at the same time is a heady feeling that makes me want to bask in its newness.

  To have a man so confident in his touch and arrogant in his demands is a turn-on I never knew I needed. Or wanted.

  To have a man in control but who’s not controlling. One whose demands are only to bring me pleasure. To only make me want more.

  His fingers bring me right to that edge—where my hands fist and my body starts to tense and breath starts to labor—and then he backs off.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demands.

  “You,” I pant, needing his fingers, his cock, his anything in me to help me come. “I want you.”

  My words are like the flick of a light switch because he emits the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard as he flips me over on my back so that my ass is on the edge of the bed. He stands between my thighs, his eyes running over the length of my body as he slides the condom on.