Easy Melody(41)

“I’m kind of in love with this hotel,” Callie says as she checks out our suite at the Four Seasons Seattle. “I mean, look at this view!” She stands, face pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stares out at the Puget Sound before us. We’re in the penthouse, and not only can we see the water, but we can see a good portion of the city as well. “I bet it’ll be beautiful when it gets dark.”

All I can do is stand and watch, my hands shoved in my pockets, as she looks at everything as quickly as she can, as if she can’t decide what she should look at first.

“The tub is a freaking swimming pool!” she calls from the bathroom, then kisses me as she passes into the other portion of the suite. “Oh my God! There’s a baby grand in here!” She pokes her head around the diving wall and smiles at me. “We like those.”

“That we do,” I reply with a grin, picturing her spread before me the way she was on my piano a few weeks ago. I would not complain if she wanted to recreate that particular fantasy.

“This kitchen is ridiculous!”

I follow her and silently agree. The massive gourmet kitchen is a bit much for a hotel room, especially given that neither of us likes to cook and room service will be our source of nutrition, but it is a beautiful added touch to the space. Finally, she spins and leans on the breakfast bar, facing me. “I know I’m silly, like a little kid who’s never stayed at a hotel before, but I’ve never stayed in the penthouse before.”

“You’re not silly, you’re cute.”

She cocks a brow. “Cute?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I nod and circle around the island, and when she would turn to face me, I take her shoulders in my hands, keeping her still. “Do you know what else you are?”

She tries to look at me again, but I hold her still. “Stay.”

“You’re bossy.”

“I didn’t ask you what I am, I asked you what you are.” She’s in jeans and a big sweatshirt with the neck cut out so it falls over her left shoulder, showing me her bra strap and lots of soft, delicious skin. Before I begin, I unbutton and lower her jeans, nudging her to step out of them, but I leave the sweatshirt.

I’m going to have fun with that.

“I don’t know. What am I, bossy man?”

I grin and pull her loose blond hair back into a tail, tilt her head to the right, and lick, in one long motion, from her ear to the tip of her shoulder, then drag my lips back up the same path.

“You’re sexy,” I breathe. God, I love her neck. I scoop the hair that has escaped my hands out of my way and kiss and nibble the back of her neck, then over to the opposite side and pull the sweatshirt aside so I can taste her shoulder. “You’re delicious.”

She moans, and when she would tilt her head forward, I fist her hair and pull her head back, my grip firm, and kiss her cheek, then bite her earlobe.

“You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had.”

She f*cking purrs as I push my hand into the neck of her sweatshirt and cup her firm breast in my palm. My cock pulses as her nipple puckers between my fingers.

I know she wants me to bend her over and f*ck her here in the kitchen, but that’s not the plan. Not right now.

Instead, I continue to nibble and suck her shoulder, her neck, more forcefully now. Both of her breasts are tight with lust. Her left hand slips back to grab my ass, but I catch it and press it against the counter. “Hands off.”

“You’re doing all the work,” she whines, and only makes me smile against her shoulder where it meets her neck.

“Are you complaining?”

“No.”

I bite her now, hard, and gasp as she pushes her ass against my cock in surprise. She’s told me before that her neck is sensitive, and she wasn’t lying. She’s close to coming, and all I’ve done is touch her tits and ravage her shoulder and neck.

I drag my nose up her cheek, and then with my fist in her hair once again, I turn her head so my lips can reach hers and I kiss her like a starved man. Tongues tangle, bodies heave, breath is ragged, and finally I feel her whole body tense and she moans against my mouth as she comes.

I slow down, soften my touch as she comes down from the high, and when her breath has calmed, I right her sweatshirt and simply walk away.

“Oh hell no,” she says, her voice hoarse but determined. “You’re not going to give me neck sex, make me come, and then walk away.”

I turn to look at her and tilt my head. “I’m not?”

“No. You’re not.”

And there she is, the woman in control who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. She turns me on every f*cking time.

She marches to me, completely naked from the waist down because, God bless her, she doesn’t wear panties, and proceeds to push her hands against my chest and push me to a nearby chair, giving me no choice but to sit in it.

“I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for months,” she announces, making me almost swallow my tongue. “And you keep distracting me with your damn mouth and cock and your hands, and you’re not going to distract me today.”

“I think I just did a fairly decent job of distracting you,” I inform her and then hold my hands up in surrender when she simply glares daggers at me. “But I’m all yours. Do as you will.”