Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(48)

"I swear I really am going to get you that bell one of these days," she said, smiling at me, looking so happy to see me, no guilt or artifice in her eyes.

It loosened the awful grip around my heart a bit.

I didn't say a word, just moved close, pressing my body to hers, I gripped her head in both hands and started kissing.

I ran my tongue over her lips, then slid it deep into her mouth, moaning loudly at the taste of her.

She still held her palette and brush, arms out wide to try to keep from getting paint on my suit, body rigid against mine.

That was fine.  I took it as a personal challenge.

I drew her tongue into my mouth, stroking it with mine.

My arousal hung heavy and conspicuous between us, even through clothes, and I pushed it against her hip persistently.

I deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue against hers, coaxing her to suck it.

She shifted and acquiesced tentatively.  She hadn't forgotten that we weren't alone.  She was still aware of him.

I bit her lip, one hand sliding down her body to cup her ass, gripping a fleshy handful to hold her in place while I ground my hardness into her softness, probing, moving it from her hip to her groin, bending my knees until I was making direct contact with her most sensitive nerves, grinding hard enough that I could feel the little bud of her piercing against my seeking cock.

I pulled her hair, grabbed her ass, sucked her tongue, and circled my hips.

Both palette and brush dropped to the floor, her hands reaching to grip the lapels of my jacket like she was holding on for dear life.

I smiled and pulled back, eyes unerringly seeking out Joseph.

He hadn't left, or turned his back, as he should have.

Instead he was staring right at us with his untarnished eyes.

I took a deep breath and set her away from me.

She was dazed, eyes unfocused, lips parted.

And best of all, she'd forgotten all about him.

"Go up to bed," I told her, voice low and rough, but loud enough to carry.  "Get yourself ready for me."

She nodded, breathing heavy, and obeyed.

I didn't follow her right away.

I tugged impatiently at my tie, loosening it, and then unfastening the first two buttons at my throat.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, shooting a malevolent glare in his direction.

He met my gaze squarely, still just standing there.  He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.

I stared him down for a solid five minutes, daring him to say anything at all, neither of us uttering a word for that long, awkward stretch.

Finally, I smirked, running a hand through my hair, still not looking away from him.

I shrugged off my suit jacket, finished taking off my tie.  I started to unbutton my shirt, illustrating clearly what I was up to next.

"Don't wait up," I told him, my voice mocking, and turned away.

I stopped in the kitchen briefly with instructions for dinner, then moved upstairs, desire beating heavy through me.

I found her waiting on the bed for me.

She'd obeyed perfectly and wore nothing but her piercings and her collar.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees, legs parted slightly, back arched, ni**les pebbled to hardened peaks.

Even with her legs open, exposing her sex, I couldn't see if she was wet, but I would have bet that she was.

We'd had some work done on the house, as we'd taken to staying here more often than not.  The room next to this one had been renovated, and I'd had an adjoining door built in.

I went and opened it.  I looked at her and lifted my brows.  "The other bed," I told her with a wicked grin.

The adjoining room had been outfitted into an extensive playground of fourth floor proportions, and the space was dominated by a huge, caged bed.

She stood, and I watched her lush body as she made her way across the room.

I grabbed her wrist as she passed me, stopping her.

I turned her to me, fingers going to her ni**les, pinching hard.

She arched her back and pushed into my rough touch.

I pulled her into the playroom, snagging her favorite nipple clamps.  They were coral pink, a near perfect match for her ni**les.

I latched them in two smooth motions, fishing in the same drawer for a very thin silver chain that had four ends, each with a tiny jewelry fastening on it.

She moaned when she saw it.

I attached it first to her collar, an end to each nipple.  The other went to her piercing below.  It was the perfect length to pull at each zone just enough to tease.

I stepped back, admiring my handy work.

"Go kneel on the bed, facing me," I told her, and shrugged out of my shirt.

I approached the bed, watching her, balls drawn tight.

As she stared, I pulled my c**k out of my slacks, pushing my full length out, tucking the material under my scrotum.  I gripped myself, one hand firmly stroking my shaft, the other my sac.

I watched her, debating what I wanted to do, what depraved pleasure would best calm the fiendish need that had its hooks in me.

I kept working my cock, jerking it hard.

Her eyes were glued to it.

"You like watching me jerk myself off," I observed.

She licked her lips and nodded, eyes still glued.

I went to another drawer, grabbing a finger vibrator, shaped specifically to stimulate the clit.  I moved close enough to toss it on the bed next to her.