49. Lorelei

49

LORELEI

" K ian," I gasp as he grabs my ass in a firm grip, his lips dropping to my neck. "Oh God."

He smirks, I can feel it against my sensitive skin, but he doesn't say a word as he continues kissing me. His hips roll, ensuring his dick grinds against me in the most dizzying way.

Suddenly, I understand why he stopped me from stroking him up on the roof. I don't want to finish like this either. Too many clothes.

"Bedroom," I force out. "We need—" He sucks on the patch of skin beneath my ear. "Shit. B-bed…room."

"Thought you'd never ask," Kian says smugly, pulling me from the wall and carrying me across the suite as if I weigh nothing more than a feather.

His stride is calm yet strong, purposeful, confident.

With my fingers twisted in his hair, I drop my lips to his neck and bite.

"Fuck, Temptress," he groans.

"You're not the only one with a little bite, Boss."

I shriek when he drops me, but I quickly recover as my feet hit the ground.

He studies me, his knuckles running down my cheek, over my jaw and then down to my chest.

I moan when he brushes my nipple. I might be wearing a padded bra, but I'm pretty sure there isn't enough padding in the world to hide what his touch is doing.

"Lorelei," he rasps as he moves to the other side.

He steps closer, our bodies pressing together as our breaths mingle.

"This dress…" he muses, running his finger over the spaghetti strap resting on my shoulder. "It needs to go. You've teased me with what's hiding beneath, and I need more."

"You want me to get naked, Boss?"

"No," he says so firmly it startles me. "I'm going to get you naked."

Before I can respond, he spins me around. His fingers find the zipper resting between my shoulder blades and he pulls it down slowly.

My breath catches as the sound of our increased breathing fills the air.

"Kian," I whisper as his knuckles bump down my spine, all the way down to the top of my ass.

I swallow, desperately trying to keep it together as he pushes the straps from my shoulders and lets the fabric drop to my feet.

"Christ," he mutters, my skin burning as he lets his eyes drop to my thong-clad ass. "Turn around," he demands, making all the hairs on my body stand on end.

Defying him might be my favorite hobby, but it's not something I so much as consider as my body complies and I spin on the balls of my feet until I'm facing him.

"Fuck," he grunts before unbuttoning his shirt in record time. My fingers itch to help, but there's no way I'll be that speedy, and I need him naked. Fast.

His pants go next, leaving him in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs. And they leave almost nothing to the imagination.

I stand frozen, staring at him.

I've seen some fine male bodies in my time, but Kian...fuck.

He's…I swallow, not wanting to admit what's about to come next…perfect.

I mean, of course he is. I shouldn't have expected anything else from the god that is Kian Callahan.

I'm still lost in the definition of his six-pack and the deep V lines that disappear beneath his waistband to notice him close the space between us. But it all comes crashing back in vivid color when he wraps his hands around my waist, lifts me off my feet, and throws me back onto the bed.

I bounce once, and then he's there right on top of me, his dark eyes staring down into mine.

"Kian," I breathe, my chest heaving, my desperation reaching fever pitch.

"Fuck," he grunts before ducking down, his lips claiming mine again.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drag him down on top of me, loving the hardness and weight pressing me into the mattress.

My hands roam his muscular back until I find his ass, gripping him tight and forcing him to grind against me.

"Oh God," I moan when he kisses across my jaw and down to my neck again.

"So beautiful," he muses as his kisses continue to descend.

I arch my back, offering myself up to him, and he makes the most of it by sliding his hand beneath me and pinching my bra open.

I moan the second my swollen breasts are released.

He whips my bra away, exposing me to him.

My skin flushes bright red as his eyes widen in delight.

"So much better in person," he confesses before dipping his head and sucking one of my puckered nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck, Kian," I scream. He rewards me by grazing my sensitive skin with his teeth. He uses the perfect amount of pressure, sending a powerful bolt of lust straight to my clit.

My panties are ruined—I'm amazed he can't feel how wet I am through his boxers.

I need him more than I think I've needed anyone in my life.

Switching sides, he gives my other nipple the same attention before he sinks even lower, kissing and nipping his way down my stomach.

My fingers twist in his hair, pushing him lower to where I really need him.

He chuckles when he feels me trying to speed him up, and his eyes lift to mine.

"Feeling desperate, Temptress?"

"Please, Kian. I need?—"

"Something here?" he says, pressing two fingers against my clit through the lace of my panties.

"Yes, yes, please."

"Aw, you beg so beautifully," he praises.

Shifting between my legs, he makes a show of checking out my bare chest before his eyes lock on the only part of me that's still covered.

My lips part to chastise him for taking too long, but I swallow my words when his fingers tuck into the waistband of my panties.

He pulls them down my thighs, and I help him out by bending my legs to free myself as soon as possible.

The second they're free from my body, he balls them up and lifts them to his nose, inhaling my scent.

"Jesus," I mutter, surprisingly turned on by the move.

No sooner has he breathed me in than he throws my panties aside and drops to his stomach, ready for the real thing.

The sight of him between my thighs and ready to strike is something else.

It's also something I'm never going to regret.

This powerful, all-consuming man is on his knees—figuratively—and ready to worship me.

Fuck. I don't think I've ever felt this important in all my life.

He could have any woman he wants, and right now, it's my taste he wants filling his mouth.

"Kiaaaaaan," I cry out when he leans forward and licks up the length of my pussy. Then, he ups the ante and sucks on my clit.

How the fuck he found it so fast, God only knows, but I'm not in a position to question it.

My fingers twist in his hair again, holding him in place as he really goes to town.

The intensity of what he's doing to my body causes my thighs to close as I fight to embrace it, but he's not having any of it. His palms press against my thighs before spreading them back against the bed. He fully opens me to him, and he doesn't waste the opportunity.

He eats me like a man who hasn't seen a meal in a month. He works me perfectly. As if he's been doing so all his life.

I chant his name over and over as my release approaches. But he never lets me fall.

"If you're trying to remind me who's the boss, then I have to tell you, it's not necessary," I snap, desperate.

He chuckles and takes his fucking mouth away.

"What are you doing?" I gasp, my eyes dropping to his glistening mouth.

Oh my god, my boss just ate my pussy.

Standing at the end of the bed, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his accomplished smirk never slipping before he tucks his thumbs into his boxers.

My mouth runs dry when I finally get to see him in all his glory.

I knew he was big. I figured that out the very first time he pressed it up against me. But shit. I wasn't expecting that.

He gives me a second to take it all in before leaning down, grabbing his pants and pulling something from the pocket.

With the small silver packet in his hand, he crawls back onto the bed and settles between my thighs.

"You look nervous," he says softly.

"Well, yeah. Have you seen…" I trail off before gesturing to his dick. "Don't give me that smirk, Mr. Callahan," I chastise when it appears across his mouth.

The sight of it makes my thighs clench around him, and damn if he doesn't feel it.

"Hard not to when you're looking at me like that, Temptress."

He rips open the condom packet with his teeth before letting me watch as he rolls it down his shaft.

Shifting forward, he drags the head of his cock through my folds.

"Oh God."

"Not God, babe," he says, nudging against my entrance. "Just Kian Callahan."

"Oh my god, you did not just—" My words vanish as he pushes inside me.

The only thing I can focus on is the point where we're joined, the way he's stretching me open.

"Relax," he urges as he pushes deeper.

I do as he says, letting my body go limp beneath him, allowing him to push forward, filling me up until I can't take any more.

"Kian," I whimper.

"I know," he says smugly. "I'm a lot to take."

"Fucking hell," I mutter.

I don't get to say another word before he ducks down and steals my lips, kissing me senseless as he begins to move inside me.

At first, he's slow and gentle, allowing me to get used to his size. But the moment he registers that I'm okay, he begins to up the pace.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he confesses the second our lips part. "So fucking good."

Sliding his palm down my thigh, he lifts my leg, allowing him to hit me deeper and at an entirely different angle.

"Oh shit," I gasp, making him smile.

"Yeah?"

"Stop digging for compliments, you know it's good."

He shrugs one shoulder. "My ego still likes to hear it," he says, slowly dragging his dick out of me.

It makes all my nerve endings tingle in the best possible way.

Throwing my head back, I put everything into my next performance. "Oh, Kian. Yes. Yes. You're such a god, Kian. Fuck me harder."

He growls in frustration, although I'm pretty sure there's a little amusement in there too before muttering, "As you wish."

He lifts both of my legs and throws them over his shoulders before rutting into me with enough force that I shoot up the bed.

"Hold on, Temptress. Let me show you what I can really do."

With his hands locked around my hips, he fucks me like I've never been fucked before. Every strike of his dick is like pure magic, and the way he looks as he does it...

Fuck me.

Hands down the best porn I've ever watched in my life.

His hair is a mess, hanging over his forehead. His pupils are blown wide—he's high. High on sex. High on me. It's a heady feeling. And the way his muscles pull and flex every time he moves is something else.

It isn't even over yet, and I'm pretty sure I already want to do it all over again.

"That's it, Temptress. You squeeze my dick so good."

Shit.

"Look at you," he muses, letting his eyes roam my naked body. The strength of his thrusts means that things jiggle, and not just the good bits, but with the way he watches me, I find it hard to care. The fire in his eyes helps to banish those niggles of insecurity. He likes what he sees, so why the hell should I be freaking out about it? "You look so fucking good on my dick."

"Kian," I gasp, my release beginning to build.

"You're going to come all over my dick, aren't you, Lorelei?"

"Yes, yes."

"Is this what you've been fantasizing about? Getting fucked by your boss?"

"Oh God."

"It was, wasn't it? While you were sending dirty pictures to him, you were pretending it was me on the other end. You wanted me hard and aching for you."

Releasing one of my hips, he presses his thumb to my clit, making me cry out.

"Wanna know something, Temptress?"

My head thrashes from side to side as he controls my orgasm just like he controls everything else in his life.

"I was. I was so fucking hard for you."