Rise - Part One (Rise #1)(20)

If I was lucky, by my own standards, someone from Ansel's crew would come find me before the after party and I'd sit, sipping a drink, while I watched women my own age falling all over him. At the end of the night, we'd go back to our hotel and he'd f*ck me silently.

If he had too many beers, he may whisper something too quiet for my ears to pick up but I'd know. My heart knew that it was someone else's name. Ansel may never have crossed the line and f*cked anyone else physically, but he wasn't always there when he was with me. I was holding him back from the life he wanted.

"Tess?" Landon's hands inch up my back until they're resting on my shoulders. "You've been on private plans before, haven't you?"

"Never with you," I say quietly as I cup his face in my hands. "Will there be other people on the flight with us?"

A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. "There will be another pilot. There's also going to be someone to help you settle in. I'm not sure which attendant will be assigned the flight."

"Will we be able to be alone?" I bite my bottom lip as I ask the question. "Can you spend some time alone with me?"

His dark, smooth laugh fills my apartment. "I'm going to make your wish come true, Tess Marlow. I'm going to f*ck this beautiful body when we're thirty thousand feet in the air."

I tap him on his chest playfully. "I'm still scared of heights. I'll always be."

"I'll make you forget that fear and everything else."





Chapter 17


"I want to be inside of you, Tess," he hisses the words out between clenched teeth. "You have to slow down or I'll come."

I hear each word he's saying but my body's need to taste him won't let me stop. I'd crawled onto my bed when we both pulled our clothes off. He'd reached to grab my hips, muttering something almost inaudible about wanting to lick me.

I only hesitated for a beat of my heart before I pushed him onto his back and took his cock in my hands. I'd stared at it before I lowered my tongue to trace a slow path around the head.

His hands had gotten tangled in my hair as his hips involuntarily bucked off the bed. He spurred me on, not so much with words as with the guttural sounds he made each time I took the full length in my mouth.

"Please," he says the word much too loudly for the space. "Fuck, please."

I suck harder, my hands gliding up and down the shaft. I hear my own desire through the moans I'm making each time his hips leave the bed. He's literally consuming my mouth with his body and I'm already close to coming even though he hasn't touched me yet.

I push my knees apart to gain more traction and just as I do, he takes advantage. He pulls on my shoulders, heaving me up.

"I want to finish," I whimper. "I'm not done."

He flips me over until I'm firmly on my back. His large thighs are on either side of me, his hands holding mine against the mattress. "You're done. I need to f*ck you."

I complain under a litany of whispered curse words as I watch him rip the condom package open before he glides it over his cock. He moans from the touch of his own hand so I know that he's ready. He's going to f*ck me hard. It's the way I want it.

He pulls my left leg up as he buries himself in me with one quick, hard thrust. I reach forward, grabbing hold of both of his shoulders. I stifle my desire to scream in his skin and when he pulses his cock deeper into me, I bite his flesh, wanting him to feel the same burst of pain that I do.

"Jesus, Tess." He pumps harder, increasing the depth with every movement. "You're going to make me come already."

I push my head back into the bed linens as I open my eyes to look at his face.

His head is thrown back, the veins in his neck are thick and pulsing and as he f*cks me hard, he grinds his hips into mine, pushing me ever so slowly and deliciously towards the edge of an intense orgasm.

My hips circle until I feel the heat start at my core. I reach up again, gripping my hands on his biceps. I'm lost to the sensations and the feelings of my own pleasure until I feel his lips fall into mine. He groans deeply as his hips stall and his body releases.

***

"When did you decide to be a party planner?"

His lips are resting against my cheek. We've been in this same position since he came back to my bed after using the washroom. I knew that he went in there to toss out the condom, but when he came back, he'd checked his smartphone. He had sat on the edge of my bed for more than five minutes, typing out text messages to someone.

Since I essentially scolded him for asking me about Ansel, I can't exactly question him about who he felt the need to correspond with while he was still naked after f*cking me. I don't want to be that girl that gets serious too soon, but this man is different. He's not only amazing in bed; he's fun to be with. He's interesting in ways that Ansel never was.

"I'm an event planner," I answer with my eyes still closed. "I plan all kinds of events."

"My bad." He pokes his index finger into my ribs. "Tess Marlow, event planner."

I smile at the over-the-top sarcasm in his tone. "I wanted to own my own business. This seems like a good choice."

"You're an event planner because you wanted to own a business?"