When he slipped his cock between my legs, I jerked, and the head of it brushed just lightly against my clit. The first time it could have been accidental, but then as it continued over and over again, driving me fucking crazy, I knew it was him torturing me.
I lifted my hips, grinding back against him as he swiped through, then dipped just inside me. It wasn’t enough to ease any of the tension I was feeling, so I growled in agitation.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing against me, one hand wrapped around my throat, holding me back against him, his breath tickling my ear.
“Please,” I replied instantly, biting my lip to keep from moaning as he rewarded me instantly by sinking all the way inside me. I sucked in a sharp gasp, the fullness stealing my breath and making my back arch against him. It didn’t last long though, as he settled there, but instead of pulling out again, he moved his hips, pressing his cock in different directions, stretching me. “Dammit,” I cursed softly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in, harder this time. Once the momentum started, I knew it was going to be hard for him to stop. His teeth attacked my neck, one small bite after another, then he trailed them down to my shoulder.
I started to press back as he pushed forward, aching to have him deeper, but he chuckled in my ear and began to slow down.
“Don’t come yet,” he murmured, dipping his mouth to my ear and slowing his thrusts.
There was that control. My body was aching, twitching, dying for release. But he was going to fucking torture it out of me.
His strokes became longer. Deeper. Harder.
Torturing me.
Driving me crazy.
Slowing down that building orgasm that I wanted so bad.
I chewed my lip but couldn’t stop the escape of the low moan that slipped from my lips. “Huntsman, please,” I groaned, trying to hold my body in place as the power of his thrusts escalated again, building harder and driving me forward, but there was nowhere to go.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest and suddenly he was fucking gone, my body cold, his cock slipping from inside me. “Don’t you dare come,” he demanded, his hand reaching around between my legs, his thumb brushing over my sensitive clit.
My body jumped, and I dug my nails into his arm, my orgasm almost slapping me in the face before he withdrew again.
“Huntsman,” I screamed, wriggling and fighting, my breathing erratic. I tried to press back against him and force him deeper. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come,” I groaned, fighting the burn that I knew I was never going to be able to stop in a few seconds.
“Come now,” he growled as his hand dipped between my legs and his thumb rubbed at my swollen clit just one more time.
“Shit!” I cried out as the world around me shattered into pieces. I felt like I was falling, but there was no use because I had nothing to grab hold of. My body exploded, and I screamed out his name as the waves of my orgasm rolled over and over. It was so intense, so fucking strong that I wondered whether they would ever stop.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.” He pulled back suddenly, my pussy still twitching and clenching as he folded me forward and grabbed hold of my hips. He slammed back inside me from behind, setting off a whole new sensation, an entirely new feeling of pleasure washing over me.
The new angle had me tossing my head back, his cock now pressing upward as he altered his stance. His hands grabbed my ass in fistfuls, pulling my cheeks apart so he could drive deeper and deeper.
I screamed, tossing my head back and calling his name when I exploded again, this time, dragging him with me off the side of the cliff as my pussy spasmed tightly around his cock. “Good girl,” he groaned with each jerky thrust as he emptied himself. His body settling over mine, his hips still moving as he moved my hair to the side and began pressing gentle kisses down my spine.
“Goddammit,” I mumbled breathlessly, turning my head to the side as he nuzzled his face into my neck. His body pressed against mine, his brow pulled together, and his arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up like he hadn’t just come so hard. It really was perfect. I didn’t want to move. I could have sat there forever, the both of us simply lost in an orgasmic state like nothing else in life mattered.
“You feel like having an actual shower now?” he muttered, his hands still tracing the curves of my hips as I stood and leaned back into him.
Our bodies were sticky and sweaty, but it seemed like neither of us really gave a shit.
“Yes,” I muttered in pure bliss.
He pressed a kiss to my neck and pulled back. “Shower.”
“What abo—”
“Zoey.”
I wanted to argue.
Just because.
And I think it would always be that way with him. He liked to be in control, and I liked to push the boundaries.
But maybe that was why we worked.
Or why we could work.
11
Zoey
Three Weeks Later
“So, if they like it, they’ll just write a check on the spot?”
Drake snorted, leaning back against the wall and sipping on his beer. “Who the hell still writes checks?” he responded with a light laugh. “These assholes? They’ll have a banker on standby. The second they know what they want, they’ll sign the contract, transfer the deposit. Deal done.”
It was such a foreign world to me. Still making my jaw drop even now, despite the few years I’d been immersed in it during my teenage years.
I’d mixed with people like this.
I’d seen what their money could buy.
Though you tend to experience it differently when you aren’t the one getting paid but are, in fact, the product being sold.
“How many apartments do you think Reese will sell tonight?” I questioned, watching the club’s real estate agent and my new girl-crush work the room like she owned it. She was exactly that. A queen in a real estate kingdom ruled by men.
Drake watched her, his eyes on her hips as she moved from one potential buyer to another. “Half.”
There were twenty apartments in this building. Ranging from studio to two-bedrooms and sitting at a starting price of four hundred thousand. They were high end—at least they would be when they were finished. This was only the launch party for the building, letting everyone know what we had to offer and just how beautiful the outcome was going to be when they were finished.
“I think she’ll sell seventeen,” I countered, my grin widening as I watched Reese’s assistant hand over her iPad, knowing that particular device was only used for signing contracts and checking funds transfers. “How long have we been in this room? ‘Bout seven minutes? And already one sale?”
Drake didn’t answer, simply hiding his smirk with the neck of the bottle by taking another drink of his beer. That was all I needed. We both knew how good Reese was. Though I was wondering if Drake was eager to get to know her a little better.
We followed Reese through into the second apartment, this was larger, the outlay a little different. Drake and I hid in the corner of the room, like strategically placed décor, quietly watching people file through the staged apartment.