Resisting Mr. Kane (London Mister #2)(64)

He groans and places his hand on the back of my head fisting handfuls of hair.

I yelp as he tugs too hard.

"Sorry," he says, watching me from above.

With both hands wrapped around him, I suck him from the top to the base, thrusting him in and out of my mouth. I speed up, making him hit the back of my throat every time.

“Elly,” he moans.

Before he can climax, I withdraw him from my mouth. He grunts in response. Tough, I’m in control now.

I rise from my knees and wrap my legs around his hips, lowering myself down so I can grind myself against his length. I’m going to come just from rubbing myself against him.

“Sit on it,” he says, growling. “Stop teasing me.”

I want to have the willpower to tease him longer, but I’m too horny to last. With a sharp movement, I impale myself down onto his erection, crying out as I forget his size.

That’s the spot.

At this angle, I can force him deep. My thighs flex around his hips, and I move up and down, controlling the rhythm to my own enjoyment.

My fingers lock possessively around his square masculine jaw. I’ll never get over how handsome his face is, it’s why I can’t make myself last. His gorgeous thick dark locks flop over his forehead and he stares up at me with such adoration, I whimper.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he says through clenched teeth, holding my hips with an iron fist.

“It’s fine,” I murmur. “I want to feel you come inside me.” With every thrust, I slide further into oblivion. This man is going to be the undoing of me.

My chest presses against his, and I can’t tell if his heartbeat or mine is racing or both.

My core clenches tighter each time I drive him into me, making his groans louder and more urgent. My body is in control now, not my head.

“You feel so good,” his voice is thick and heavy as I ride him. His head jerks back in pleasure. The tempo of our breathing quickens together as I buck so hard I’m close to falling off him. He blows out a final hiss of breath and erupts inside me, holding my hips tight in place.

He stays inside me for a long time, both of us reluctant to move.

Finally, I lift myself off. “I’m going to clean up,” I say, my voice hoarse.

I stumble to the master bathroom on shaky legs. I’m definitely taking a dip in that tub before work tomorrow. No wonder he smells like money. The soap is the type of soap they attach to the walls in luxury hotels so people don't steal it. I chuckle to myself.

This bathroom is every IBD sufferer’s wet dream.





21




Tristan

My hand rests on Elly's lower back as I lead her across the golf clubhouse. I use any excuse to touch her these days. There’s a not-so-subtle turn of heads from men as we traverse to the terrace, and I feel a flush of pride. That’s right, you can look all you want, but she’s mine.

I'm ashamed to admit that we have been inseparable since she first stayed with me last Sunday night. I don’t usually lose my cool over a woman this quickly, and I certainly don’t cancel on my friends, but this week I couldn’t help myself. The only night we didn’t see each other was when Daniel stayed.

Jack and Danny glance up from their seats, amusement flashing across both their faces. I shoot them a warning sign to be on their best behaviour.

“Elly, you remember Danny and Jack.”

“Nice to see you again, Elly.” Jack’s eyes gleam.

I wrap my arm around her waist. Jack’s a mate and would never overstep the boundary, but he’s still a bloke. He would need to be gay to not be attracted to her.

He gives her a wolfish smile. “Sorry we ambushed your date the other night.”

“I’m not sorry,” I growl, pressing her body into mine.

Mischief sparkles in his eyes. He’s not finished. “We didn’t get to meet you properly at the Regency. Or that morning in the Rosemont. You ran off in such a hurry.”

More like escorted off the premises.

A blush creeps over her. “That night was a series of unfortunate events.”

“We’ve all had one or two of those nights.” Danny laughs.

She wraps a curl of her hair around her finger and scuffs her toe into the ground. “Nice to meet you both under better circumstances.”

I feel a twinge of annoyance as she eyes Danny nervously. Women always get star-struck over Walker, and Elly is clearly not immune to his brooding good looks.

Danny smiles warmly. “Don’t believe everything you’ve heard about us.”

I nudge Jack. “Move over so Elly can sit down.”

He rises, offering her the seat. “I was just about to get some refreshments. Take a seat, Elly.” She sits down opposite Danny, crossing her long shapely legs.

“What would you like to drink?” I ask her. “We never drink alcohol before a game but don’t let that stop you.”

“She shrugs. “I’ll have a beer.”

Those big blue-green eyes stare up at me, and I resist the urge to climb over the sofa and take her in my arms. Instead, I lean down and kiss her forehead.

“So?” Jack’s voice is loaded with questions as we walk to the bar.

“So what?”

He studies me, smirking. “So, you are so taken with this girl, you can’t bear to be apart from her, and you bring her to golf? Even Danny hasn’t invited Charlie here.”