Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl #1) Page 5

  Those words…

  They both terrify and titillate me. And that ache between my legs starts to throb. I hate it because it’s distracting me.

  Beck North is totally throwing me off my game and we haven’t even gotten naked yet.

  Chapter 6

  Beck

  For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw fear on her face. It was so fast that I’m sure I imagined it. Almost like a strobe light…flashing bright and turning dark all within a microsecond.

  It was when I told her that I needed to be in charge.

  Sometimes fear is a good thing. It enhances the senses, ramps up the pleasure. But now I don’t see it and I wonder if I imagined it, but regardless…I am now and will always be in charge of this woman tonight.

  I’m not surprised by her aggressive moves, because since the minute I laid eyes on her she’s done nothing but ooze self-confidence. And don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a woman who wants to suck my dick in a forward fashion.

  Just not tonight.

  Tonight I want to show her that she doesn’t have anything to show me that I haven’t already seen before. Countless women have dropped to their knees and begged to deep throat me, all with the hopes that I’ll never look at another piece of pussy again. I know Sela said she’s not looking at me that way, and that she’s actually talking to a Sugar Daddy, but I don’t know her, which means I don’t trust her. Trust doesn’t come easy to me, because the people closest to me in life have done nothing but lie. And let’s face it…trust isn’t going to be formed tonight. Thus, I need to impress upon her the truth of my position.

  She has nothing that I need.

  The best way to show her that is to refuse instant sexual gratification. While it would be fucking phenomenal to have her suck me off, I need her to understand and truly believe me when I say I don’t need it.

  Best way to do that is to focus on her pleasure and not mine.

  And that has never been a hardship for me, especially with one as beautiful and delectable looking as Sela Halstead.

  “Let’s get you out of this dress, shall we?” I step up to her, bring my hands around her back, and easily find the tiny zipper at midback. The minute I unzip her, the dress falls down in a swish of silver froth around her ankles. I take her by the hand and help her step free.

  Her body is amazing and I take my time looking at it. Spectacular breasts that are heavy with pert nipples that are begging to spend some time between my teeth. Sleek and toned muscles, a flat stomach, and miles of smooth leg.

  “Turn around,” I murmur.

  She does, and the tiny white lace thong is the perfect choice for her to wear, because her ass is spectacular. Her shoulders are graceful, her back arched perfectly as it flows into artful, sculpted glutes, and her thighs and ribbon-covered calves are ridiculously toned. This girl does some serious working out.

  She continues her slow spin until she’s facing me again. Her face is slightly flushed, but her eyes are challenging.

  My hand goes to the knot of my tie and I work it loose. As I pull it over my head, I tell her with a nod toward the bedroom, “Go get on the bed.”

  Sela doesn’t even argue, taking me at face value when I told her I was in charge. She turns and I’m treated to another great view of her luscious backside swaying back and forth as she walks into the suite bedroom.

  I follow behind her, working at the buttons of my dress shirt. When I get the first three undone, I merely reach down and lift it along with the white T-shirt underneath over my head. They get dropped to the carpet.

  When Sela reaches the bed, she bends to the side a bit, her fingers pulling on the silver ribbon that’s tied from the heel of her sandals around her lower calf.

  “Don’t,” I tell her, and she straightens to look at me over her shoulder. “Leave them on. They’re sexy as fuck.”

  She nods and gives me a hint of a smile, turning to face me. I let my eyes glide down her body slowly, drinking in my fill of sheer perfection.

  “You’re stunning,” I tell her truthfully, because words are good foreplay too.

  Her eyes lower a bit, and I realize how long and thick her lashes are as they lay against the delicate, pale skin just underneath. I find that interesting that a little bit of praise and she turns shy. I’m betting this woman hasn’t had a lot of men in her life tell her just how exquisite she is.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy,” I tell her bluntly, and her head snaps up, her eyes large and round with surprise. “So get your panties off and get in bed.”

  She hesitates for a moment and I see that flicker of fear again, and I have to wonder, why does that scare her? Is she afraid of losing control with me? God, I fucking hope so, because watching a woman like this losing it is going to be hot as hell.

  Lifting her chin, Sela pushes her thong down those long legs and steps out of them. She turns and crawls onto the bed while I use the opportunity to pull a condom from my wallet and divest myself of my pants and underwear. I started getting hard when her dress dropped from her body in the other room, but fuck…as I turn to her now and see her lying on the bed with nothing but those silver high-heeled sandals with ribbon, my dick goes full-on salute out of respect for her beautiful body.

  I toss the condom down onto the bed and look down at her. She holds my gaze, and the only sign of her discomfort is a slight reddening of her cheeks. It makes her not only beautiful, but with those bright blue eyes and freckles…it makes her look impossibly young, fresh, and naïve.

  That makes me want to dirty her up a bit, so I push at her tender boundaries.

  “Spread your legs, Sela,” I command as I kneel on the bed. “Dig those spiked heels into the mattress and spread ’em wide.”

  A low bubble of anguish slips out of her mouth and I can’t tell if it’s because this is embarrassing her or is turning her on, but it’s not of any real consequence. Once my mouth hits that pussy, she won’t care one way or the other.

  I bend over, placing my hands palm down on the mattress just below her ass. I lower my face and study the beauty of her before me. I love a woman who waxes, and to treat myself and her to a little touch, I run a single finger over the smooth, soft skin of her mound.

  A strangled sound comes out of Sela but I don’t look up at her. Instead I lower my head further, and with the tip of my tongue, gently prod at her clit.

  The minute I make contact, Sela’s hips shoot of the bed and I freeze when she says, “Don’t.”

  My eyes raise up to meet hers, and she has a wild, feral look about her as she stares down her body at me, her heaving chest raised up by her elbows propped on the mattress.

  Her breathing is labored and she licks at her lips. “I mean…I’m not sure…”

  Even though I’m confused by it, I think I understand what’s going on here. “Has a man never done this to you before?”

  Her face now goes beet red and her eyes lower. Gone without a trace is the confident woman who walked into this suite with me, and she refuses to confirm or deny my theory.

  Impossible, but I’m pretty sure this is all new to her.

  How in the fuck has a woman this beautiful made it this far in life without a man gorging himself to death between those perfect legs?

  I place my hand on Sela’s chest and push her back down gently to the bed. I crawl up her body, pressing my weight down on her. My cock lays heavy against her pussy, but I do nothing but simply kiss her slowly.

  She jerks in surprise, but her mouth immediately opens to me, and her hands curve around my neck. I let my tongue spiral with hers, prolonging the kiss until I can feel her relax underneath me.

  When I pull my mouth from hers, she opens her eyes slowly and looks at me with confusion.

  “Sela,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “I swear it’s going to feel good. It’s going to be intense and it’s okay for you to pull my hair, curse, or cry out. Fuck…please cry out and tell me how fucking good I’m making you feel, okay?”

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bsp; She just blinks her eyes, almost in wonder.

  “Trust me, Sela?”

  She never responds, but I take her lack of refusal as a green light. I slide back down her body, never hesitating for a moment before putting my mouth back on her.

  Her hips buck again and she lets out a guttural moan. While I let my tongue work slow, deliberate circles around her clit, she chants, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  This makes me smile.

  My tongue is right against her clit, and then I purse my lips and suck on it.

  Sela’s hands slap to my head, her fingers diving into my hair. She pulls in an attempt to remove me, and then just as quickly pushes my face into her. This tells me she’s warring with herself. She likes the way this feels but is troubled by the dirty nature of having a man up close and personal with her most sacred place.

  That fucking turns me on like nothing else, and I start moving my tongue faster.

  “I can’t,” Sela moans as she gyrates her hips against me. “I can’t. I can’t.”

  Yes, she fucking can. I slide two fingers into her while I lash at her clit with my tongue, working it faster and faster. I can tell she’s digging those spiked heels into the mattress hard because her hips push all the way off the bed.

  “No, no, no, no,” she murmurs to herself, even has she holds my face tight to her with an insane grip on my head.

  Completely contradictory, her words having one meaning, her body another.

  Perplexing and fascinating to me, it makes me burn with the need to make her orgasm. I pull my fingers free of her pussy, add a third, and push them back in deeply. I scrape my teeth on her clit then enclose my lips around it and I suck at her hard with intermittent smacks of my tongue against her.

  “B-e-e-e-e-c-k,” Sela cries out in one long, stuttering breath as her back arches off the bed and I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers in a stranglehold while she starts to come. She holds that position for a few moments as I can feel the pleasure rippling through her, and then she flops back down to the mattress.

  I look up her body at her, my tongue now drawing lazy patterns around her clit. I stay away from the sensitive button of flesh because I don’t think she can handle it again so soon. Sela lifts her head up and stares back down at me.

  Utter confusion.

  Complete satiation.

  Fear.

  Acceptance.

  Her head flops back down onto the bed and she lets out a shaky sigh. I pull my fingers free of her body, press a soft kiss on the bald mound of her pelvis, and inch my way back up her body. I hold my weight off of her, even though my cock is practically straining to push itself inside of her tight, wet heat.

  Her face turns to the side as I hover over her. She chews at her lip in consternation.

  “Sela,” I say to get her attention. She turns those blue eyes my way and that lip pops free.

  “That was your first time?” I ask her gently.

  Her cheeks get red again and she tries to turn her face away. My hand comes out, holds her still. I bend down, give her a brush of my lips against hers, and say, “Hey…don’t be embarrassed. I loved doing that to you. Plan on doing it again to you before the night is up.”

  She gasps, those eyes go rounder, so I lay it out to her as honestly as I can.

  “Baby…your pussy is so goddamn sweet, I’m glad I was the first to take a bite of it—”

  Sela starts shaking her head side to side adamantly. I cock an eyebrow at her. “What?”

  “You weren’t the first guy to…you know…kiss me there.”

  I tilt my head, not understanding where she’s going with this. She takes in a quavering breath, lets it out slowly, and says, “That was the first time a man has made me have an orgasm.”

  My chin jerks inward with stunned surprise, and before my brain can even fully process what that means, I swear to God my dick gets even bigger and harder. It knows what that means.

  “You’ve never had an orgasm before?” I ask incredulously, and now my cock starts thumping with need to get inside her.

  “I can give myself one,” she clarifies.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me,” I mutter as I push up off her body and reach to the side to grab the condom. I tear the foil open and roll it onto my dick. My gaze goes back to her and she’s watching me warily. “What type of fuckwads have you been with that didn’t know how to pleasure you?”

  She opens her mouth but I shake my head. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. It will probably only piss me off.”

  Scooting my body and my rubber-clad dick right off the bottom of the bed until I’m kneeling on the carpet, I grasp Sela’s legs and pull her down until her ass hits the edge of the mattress.

  “What are you doing?” she gasps.

  “Going to eat you out again…give you one more orgasm before I fuck you,” I tell her simply before I latch my mouth down onto her again.

  “No, I can’t,” she cries out, but again, those hands come back to my hair and she presses my face tighter to her.

  Oh yes you fucking can, I think, and I wonder how many I can give her tonight.

  Chapter 7

  Sela

  I lay absolutely still, contemplating my next move.

  The sun rose about twenty minutes ago and I came fully awake, understanding that I was in Beck North’s hotel bed.

  He’s on his back, one arm above his head on the pillow, the other resting across his lower stomach. He’s utterly gorgeous lying there totally nude, as the covers and sheets got kicked to the carpet hours ago. His mouth is slightly parted while he sleeps, and I remember in vivid detail what those lips did to me last night.

  I lift my head and take a moment for the unfettered access I have to look at his body. My prior sexual experiences have been hurried and mostly with my eyes closed. There was usually a lot of fumbling in between hot kisses before falling to the bed, so with my foreplay experience there wasn’t a whole lot to see. Afterward, I never looked at my partner’s body. Didn’t have any interest, really, and I always covered myself up after the heat of passion cooled.

  But Beck?

  I’m totally dying of curiosity so I give in to it while he sleeps.

  His body is perfect. He’s well built but isn’t overly muscular. His skin is a tanned a light golden color. There’s a smattering of dark brown hair on his chest, and another trail that starts from under his belly button and travels downward. He clearly takes care of himself, because the hair all around his penis is trimmed very short. Even though his hands are large and masculine, they are well manicured, and his hair looks rumpled perfectly…as if it were styled to look that great while still being a mess.

  I look at his dick. I expect it might be overtired from last night. Right now it lays softly nestled in between his legs, still quite thick and long even in its rest.

  I know exactly how thick and long it gets when it’s swollen to capacity as he fucked me no less than three times last night, in between handing me out orgasms as if they were treats from an ice cream truck.

  Gently, I lay my head back down on the pillow and consider that.

  A man gave me an orgasm.

  Multiple orgasms.

  With his mouth, with his fingers. Once, just with the pounding of his cock within me. It’s like once I started, my body was making up for years and years of having no sexual gratification.

  That first one…oh God…it scared the shit out of me. I never knew anything could feel that good. Sure, I’d given myself the “O” before, but it was a mild quaking of pleasure that brought a soft smile to my face.

  When Beck made me come that first time?

  It was felt like the force of a nuclear explosion went off inside of me, and it shredded me from the inside out. It was so powerful that it rendered me nearly blind and deaf for a few moments. My brain was still trying to play catch-up with what it all meant before he pulled me to the end of the bed and put his mouth to me again.

  The second time he made me come, tears leake
d from my eyes from not only the joy of such perfect pleasure, but for the years wasted that I never felt such a thing before.

  I have no clue why it happened and why he was the one to do it, but clearly Beck North simply doesn’t have a problem pulling them from me. I’m not sure if he’s magic or just so damned dedicated to the cause, but it was effortless on his part. I’m betting he could probably just look at me a certain way and I might explode.

  My lips curve upward in a fulfilled smile, and for the first time I wonder if perhaps I’m not completely broken. I know I’m fucked up about a million different ways, but perhaps my ability to truly appreciate sex as something pleasurable was just lying dormant and wasn’t completely obliterated when I was raped.

  Turning my head on the pillow, I look back at Beck. I don’t think either one of us expected to fall asleep, and I’m almost betting he’s not the type who likes awkward conversation the next morning. If I were a kinder, gentler Sela Halstead, I’d do the guy a favor and slip out of bed quietly, then slip even more quietly out of his life.

  But I’m not kind or gentle.

  I am, however, thankful and I want to thank this man for what he helped me achieve.

  I push up, straight to my knees, and inch down the bed. I have no hesitation when I take his softened penis in my hand and gently squeeze it. At first, I get no reaction, but when I squeeze it again, it starts to expand against my palm. Gently I start to stroke it, watching in fascination as it lengthens and the tiny wrinkles of the loose skin start to disappear as blood fills his shaft. I’ve never watched a man get hard before and it’s fascinating.

  “Sela,” I hear Beck murmur, and I tilt my head to look at him. His eyes are closed but there’s a smile on his face. “What are you doing?”

  I don’t answer him.

  I merely show him.

  I bend over and take him into my mouth, straight back to my throat.

  “Fuck,” Beck groans, and he pushes the fingers of one hand into my hair and grasps the back of my head. “Feels good.”