Hooked 3 (Hooked #3)(16)



“Your safety is really rare.” I rose up, bringing my body closer to his. I could feel a vibrancy about him. My body was pulsing with longing, one that I couldn’t retreat from. “I’m glad you take care of yourself. And me.” I was inches away from his mouth. I longed for him to kiss me, to wrap me in his arms. I longed for him to hold me, to f*ck me the way he used to—before I knew about the dance studio, before I knew he had destroyed my life.

I touched his waist and watched as he pulled down his boxers, revealing his pulsing dick in the water. He tossed the boxers from the Jacuzzi, allowing them to flop on the ground outside of the water. He grabbed at my bra and brought the straps down over my arms, revealing my breasts as they popped from their hiding place. My nipples were hot, pointed. My breasts were tingling. He unlatched the bra in back and tossed it to the ground. We smiled at each other, nervous.

He yanked at my underwear. I reached down and touched my hot and revving *. He watched me as I did it, and he leaned toward me, kissing my mouth and placing his lips around my nipple. His tongue coursed around the nipple, making me feel so hot, so good. He brought his fingers to my * and began rubbing me, making me horny out of my mind. I looked up at his eyes, my own wide and nearly panicked with passion. I wanted him so bad.

I pushed him against the Jacuzzi wall and pushed his dick into my dripping *. I started f*cking him, allowing my breasts to bounce above his head, around his shoulders. His eyes rolled back into his head and he grabbed me around the waist, easing me over his dick, forcing me to f*ck him slowly, passionately.

He was about to cum. I could sense it about him. Suddenly, right before he did, I eased off him, tempting him with my wet, dripping body. I waved my finger in front of his face, shaking my head. “Not yet, baby,” I whispered.

I rose from the Jacuzzi tub and stood before him, naked, with the Iowa stars above my head. I leaned myself against the glass windows, spreading my limbs wide, allowing him to see everything—the way my breasts bounced against my body, the way the water dribbled into my *. “Come and get me,” I whispered to him.

He leaped from the Jacuzzi and turned me around toward the window. He pushed his dick inside of me, and started f*cking me from behind. I could see the corn fields before me; I could see the sun. I felt his hot breath against my neck. He pulled his fingers around to touch me hard, rubbing me as he pushed himself inside of me, over and over again. I felt myself nearly about to cum. I started to call out, to bang against the windows. I thought surely it would break; I thought everything would come crashing around us. I started huffing loudly, calling out. “YES. YES.”


But he didn’t let me. He eased himself from me and spun me around, looking at me with those dark, penetrating eyes. “Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Get on the bed.”

I rushed back toward the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, feeling my breasts bounce around me, feeling my wet hair trace lines on my naked, muscled back. He walked toward me slowly from the Jacuzzi room, still holding the whiskey bottle. His dick was thick, hard, pointed directly in front of him. I remembered the pressure, the passion the dick had created in my body, and I longed for it again. I started calling for him. “Please, baby. Come to me.”

But instead he sat at the table. He poured himself a glass of whiskey. He came toward me, holding the whiskey in his hand, and he began pouring it in my mouth. A bit of it dribbled out the sides, down my chin, and he licked at my face, at my breasts as they coursed with the whiskey. I fell back against the pillows, laughing as he did this so seriously, so sensually. He set the whiskey glass on the night table next to me and eased his great dick into my *. I sighed, feeling at one with him again. He looked me in the eyes, and I felt such passion in my stomach. He started f*cking me military style—so he could see me, so we could know each other. I felt a sense of calm form over me as we touched each other; as I touched his face, his hands. He brought my legs up around his neck and brought himself so far into me; he licked at my ankles, at my legs. I loved feeling his tongue on my body, anywhere on my body. Everywhere on my body.

We both came together in a sea of quiet—in a sea of romance. We looked each other in the eyes, and I felt myself falling into the chaos, the distortion of an orgasm. I grabbed his back and placed my nails into it, feeling his dick inside me, bringing such passion into me. I called out only once as we held each other close, deep into the night, our bodies falling in fits of pleasure.

And then, all at once, it was over; it was done. I fell back onto the pillows, and he tucked his arms around me, holding me close to his warm body. I kissed his cheek, and he kissed my shoulder tenderly. I longed to ask him, as our eyes met there on the pillowcase, what he was thinking about, what he wanted with a silly girl like me. But there were no real words between us; there couldn’t be anything else. We had crammed all the fun, all the sex, all the adventure into a single day. For that, I was truly happy—even if tomorrow I was somebody else to him, somebody who didn’t deserve him.



CHAPTER TEN

I woke up the next morning in his arms. Unlike previous times, I didn’t yearn to leave his arms; I didn’t yearn to leave his apartment, to rush back to mine. Instead, I tucked myself closer to him, feeling the way his breath felt against my cheek. Hot. Almost child-like. Innocent. I longed for this moment of sleeping in to go on forever. I wanted him to be mine.

I couldn’t believe I had slept with him again. All those errors he had made; all those mistakes. He had destroyed my life, my very being, for a dumb bookstore. He was a millionaire, and he was literally stepping on the weak—me—in order to get ahead. And yet, something about him was different than the typical evil millionaire persona. Something about him seemed good. I leaned toward him and kissed his nose quietly, not wanting to wake him.

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