Rules, I decided. That's what I need!
My main focus for being here at all was Zenya. This was all for her, I had to remember that. I didn't want to make things weird for the wedding. I stepped out of the bathroom with every intention of sitting down like two adults and discussing the sleeping arrangements. It was just one night. Maybe we could do something where he slept under the sheets and I—
“How do I look?” Veto asked, draining all the thoughts from my head like he'd just pulled the stopper from a tub.
He managed to look just as amazing as he did almost naked.
The navy blue of the pants and blazer were only a few shades darker than his own irises. His shoes were a mirror shine and his icy tie popped against the black satin vest. The muted, polished gold of his watch complemented his cuff links perfectly. Whoever Veto was, he sure as hell knew how to dress.
“That bad, huh?” He stretched his arms out before him to better grab and center a cuff link.
“What? No! You look, um.” I realized that my mouth hung partially open. I swallowed, meeting his eyes fully as he slowly stepped toward me; they dilated, narrowing hungrily, the closer he got to me. The words I was able to find were soft and unconvincing. “Your tie. It's a little off.”
My fingertips trembled as they dragged down across his Windsor knot. It was a flimsy excuse to touch him, we both knew his tie was perfect. And even if it wasn't, I wouldn't know the first thing about how to fix it. It didn't matter. I just couldn't resist touching him any longer. All my grand ideas about ground rules, and civilized adult conversations melted away like snow flurries in mid-June.
Veto took both my hands in one of his. I felt so small and fragile near him, but for the first time, I wasn't apprehensive. He leaned closer and said, “Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold back when you're broadcasting what you want so boldly?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Shut up, Calli. I wanted this. Why couldn't I just let myself have it? Just give in, just this once! “You're crazy. I'm not broadcasting anything.”
“No?” Veto eclipsed me in his shadow and his warmth. He coated my lungs with his scent; faint smoky musk, ground coffee beans, and the lingering soap of freshly laundered fabric. Then there was his subtle, masculine cologne to finish off my inhibitions. “Then why are you trembling?”
I couldn't answer. He'd caught me--I felt both foolish and free.
His fingers tightened on mine, caressing the backs of my palms. “We don't have to do anything. We can just lie in bed together, nothing but heat and skin between us.” His words were drizzled chocolate over warm honey, evoking sweaty images of us intertwined to flood into my mind. “If you want.”
His emphasis on want spurred a butterfly ripple through my rib cage. My eyes grew heavy, but not for sleep. Veto's errant finger brushed my hip, I no longer felt tired at all, or sad or worried. I wasn't thinking anything. I was simply feeling.
“I won't touch you,” he murmured, and the words sank into my bones. “Just tell me not to. Say what you want from me, Calli.”
Fuck. His voice crippled me. My thighs crushed together at the way he teased out the word want. If my heart didn't explode, my pussy would.
There was a playful smugness that curled his lips. “But don't pretend my tie isn't perfect.”
“Perfect?” I ruthlessly tugged at his tie, determined to wipe that look from his face. When I was done it was a disheveled disaster. “Just look at it, Silly.” I suddenly felt ferocious. I'd lived life in first gear for so long that it was a rush to cut loose. “It's a mess.”
Veto exhaled a deep, throaty growl, dragging his lower lip between his teeth and grinning. The next thing I knew I was pinned against the wall and his lips were on my neck.
I pulled my head straight back and gaped with a completely open mouth.
Veto's jacket slid off his shoulders. His lips found mine, taking them as a prize; owning them. He slammed me up against the wall hard enough to rattle the alarm clock on the night table.
“Fuck,” I grunted, loving the force. I'd never had a man be rough with me before. It was intoxicating. “Don't stop there, give me more.” I sought out his mouth, groaning when he leaned away to speak.
“Careful, Calli. I'll tear you apart.” Our teeth clipped, and our tongues flirted. “If you want.”
“I want.” I moaned loudly from somewhere deep within my soul, dragging my nails down the back of his shirt. It was so good to say that out loud. He was the long lost key to a door I worried was rusted shut.
Every forbidden fantasy I ever had tingled in the front of my mind. He untucked my blouse, nipping my ear and peeling it off. I clumsily unclasped and wiggled my bra free while trying to kiss him. I reached roughly for his shirt and vest, but he jerked himself completely away.
“Normally I wouldn't care, but I can't have you ruin this suit,” Veto said at arm's length. He stared at me through every agonizing unbuttoning. “At least, not tonight.”
Not tonight? Did that mean he wanted more of this after the wedding? I couldn't maintain any kind of concentration with his sexy undressing unfolding right before me. My eyes pleaded with desperation. The waiting was unbearably cruel, but he didn't care. If the edge of his smirk revealed anything, it was that he was enjoying torturing me.
The cufflinks clicked loudly on the desk.
Finally, he broke his gaze and hungrily took in my bare tits. “You are perfect,” he said, draping his suit onto the chair. He wore nothing but his boxers again, all skin and ink and an erection that threatened to tear his boxers in half. He approached like a train with no brakes; I closed my eyes and felt his hands and tongue ravage my nipples. Pin pricks of lusty pain sparkled across my breasts as his teeth came out to play.
I've never been called perfect before. I didn't know if he meant it, or if it was just pillow talk, but it was really nice to hear. Was I that starved for attention? Or was he really that special?
I didn't know which scared me more.
He slid his fingers into my slim waistband, dragging it down. “What else are you hiding from me?”
Thoughts of his package in just a flimsy pair of boxes swelled in my mind. “I was just wondering the same thing.”
“Don't worry,” he said, between kisses. My stomach quivered against his hot mouth as it inched slowly ever downward. “I've got no secrets. I'll show you everything I have.”
He said the words with his lips lightly brushing against my cotton panties, his hot breath massaging right through my clit. The pleasure of it made my limbs give out; I had to slam a hand against the wall to keep from toppling over. He had barely started to touch me and I was already on the cusp of orgasm.
In a flash my soaked panties were a distant memory. He was done waiting. He buried his mouth into my slick, eager slit. His rough, calloused hand slid up my stomach, chest, then neck. My pussy crushed the two fingers he dipped into me and was destroyed by the tongue that immediately followed.
“Oh hell,” I screamed, crumbling to the bed. He held me, guiding me and never letting me escape. No matter how hard my hips bucked, I could feel him destroying my clit. I bit his fingers hard as I came. My thighs crushed his head; it wasn't my fault I couldn't control my limbs any longer. He wouldn't stop making me come!