Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(89)

I fire a quick text over to Patrick and, as expected, he replies speedily, telling me to have a well-deserved day off.

Perfect.





Chapter 16


We stroll into Lusso hand in hand, and Clive clocks us immediately, giving me a disapproving look. I smile an apology and notice maintenance repairing my handiwork.

‘Mr Ward.’ Clive says cautiously. Is he waiting for a ticking off for letting me escape? I think I might be forced to defend him if Jesse tries to reprimand him. It’s not in his job description to play prison guard.

‘Clive.’ Jesse nods and leads me to the elevator without another word to an obviously apprehensive Clive.

As the doors close, I’m thrust up against the wall, the full length of his body cocooning mine. The powerful throb I’m so familiar with these days drops straight into my groin and has my veins heating immediately. He slips his leg between my thighs and raises it, brushing over my core and, just like that, I’m panting.

‘You’ve upset the concierge.’ he breathes, his lips close to mine, our hot breaths mingling in the small space between our mouths.

‘Damn.’ I force the word out through my strangled breaths, and he crashes his lips to mine, taking them with conviction and purpose, while grinding his beating erection against me. Oh Lord, I want to rip his clothes off, but this most certainly isn’t making love, not that I would even dream of complaining.

‘Why aren’t you wearing a dress?’ he asks irritably, between plunging his tongue in and out urgently.

I’m asking myself the very same question. It would be around my waist by now and he would be inside me. ‘I’m running out of dresses.’ I’ve had nothing cleaned since I’ve been here and most of my clothes are still at Kate’s.

He moans into my mouth. ‘Tomorrow, we buy only dresses.’ He thrusts his hips forward and upwards, colliding with and rubbing against my core.

I sigh in pure, uninhibited pleasure. ‘Tomorrow we buy one dress.’ I reach down between us and unfasten his belt. He breaks away from my lips and rolls his damp forehead over mine, his eyes shining with approval as his lips part. I rub the back of my palm over his trousers, feeling him twitch and jerk beneath my touch while I run a trail across his bottom lip with my tongue. Unzipping him, I reach in to free his raging hard on, then take a firm grip at the base, squeezing lightly.

He closes his eyes tight. ‘Mouth.’ he commands gently.

I’m totally on board. I can’t get enough of him. I’m rampant with need for him to work his magic on me and eradicate all of the day’s crap.

The elevator doors open onto the penthouse foyer and I’m never more relieved that it’s the only lift that comes up to the top floor. I slide my back down the wall until I’m crouched in front of him, but his hot, throbbing cock is not the only thing that has my interest. His angry scar catches my attention immediately. I’ve made a pact with myself to not ask anymore, but I can’t help my curiosity, especially after what John said. I look up at him, finding his arms rigid and braced against the wall above my head, his eyes on me.

‘What are you waiting for?’ he asks me, thrusting his hips forward impatiently. All thoughts of mystery scars are expelled as I remember the last time I took him like this – how brutal he was. Will he be like that again?

I drag my eyes away from his carnal stare and flex my grip on his throbbing cock. Reaching forward, I lap up the leaking bead of cum from his swollen crown and slowly draw my hand forward, hearing him moan low in his throat, his hips shaking slightly. I know he wants to charge forward into my mouth. Will he hold back?

His breathing quickens with each lazy stroke I draw, his lower abdomen rising and falling before my eyes. When I hear him curse, I wickedly lap at his balls before gliding my tongue slowly but firmly up the underside, rising on my legs slightly to ensure I reach the very tip.

‘All the way, Ava.’ he pants.

I’m aware of the door on the elevator closing again and then Jesse reaching over, slamming his fist against the button before returning his hand to the wall behind me.

Wrapping my lips around his head, I circle my tongue slowly, delicately. He shudders. I love doing this to him. I love instigating these sounds from his mouth, the reactions from his body.

I wait for his surge forward, but it doesn’t come. He’s struggling. I can feel his tenseness seeping into my body from our contact; I can see his hips shaking slightly in front of me. I put him out of his misery and take him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He feels like velvet on my tongue. He lets out a suppressed bark as I pull back, lap slowly and take him again. This time, his hips surge forward and with my head against the wall, there is no retreating space. He moves his hands to cup the back of my head, padding me as he powers forward on a shout, throwing his head back and driving in and out of my mouth purposefully.

I remember to relax, my gag reflex working hard not to wretch. I let my hands drift around his hips to find his tight arse, and then bury my fingernails into his toned flesh.

‘Harder!’ His voice is severe and animalistic. I dig in harder. ‘Oh, f*ck.’ He continues with his drives, and I know he’s close. I prize one hand off a cheek and reach between his thighs to wrap my fist around his balls. It’s his undoing.

‘Holy shit!’ he yelps, pulling out to wrap his own fist around the base. ‘Keep hold and open your mouth.’ His eyes drill into me.