The Suit (11 page)

With her hands placed behind her, Edie eases herself onto the island, her beautiful tanned legs dangling in front of me. Placing the book on her lap, she peers at me from under her lashes.

“You ready?”

So fucking ready.
“Yes.”

Her voice is timid at first as she begins to read and I have to stop my leg from shaking in nervous anticipation. As she continues, her voice becomes husky and sensual, and I’m about to lose my mind.

Victor wasn’t like the men Louise was used to. Sometimes it seemed like he came from a different planet rather than a different country. But that’s what she found so attractive about him. Add that to his dark eyes, strong hands, and hot British accent and Louise was in full blown lust for Victor.

Edie glances up at me, I assume checking to see if I’m paying attention. I give her a wink letting her know I’m right here with her and she continues.

Louise’s breath hitched as Victor loosened his tie and began slipping it from around his neck. She hoped he would tie her wrists with it just before he fucked her brains out.

My dick hardens instantly. Jesus, help me, I’m about to self-combust right now.

In a deep, sultry voice, Victor instructed Louise to slip off her dress.

Edie looks back to me, a pink blush covering her cheeks. I can see the desire rich in her eyes as she takes a deep breath. We stare at each
other for a moment before she whispers, “You’re supposed to tell me to slip my dress off.”

“Oh, shit,” I murmur. I’m messing this up. I clear my throat and say, “Slip your dress off, Louise.”

Edie groans and rolls her eyes.

“What?” I ask unsure of what I did wrong.

“You weren’t listening. Victor has a British accent,” she scolds me, and it’s adorable because she’s fighting a smile.

“Damn.” I run a hand through my hair and try to think of a British actor I could imitate. Daniel Craig? He’s British, right? Yeah, he was badass in
OO7
. I could be James Bond. Either way, he’s close enough. In my best falsetto, I say, “Slip your dress off, Louise.”

Nailed it!

Edie busts out laughing.

“What?” I ask unsure.

“Are you a leprechaun?” she teases.

She’s making fun of me.
I must not have sounded as good as I thought. “I thought I was pretty good,” I say, defensively, half laughing myself.

“You were…if you were auditioning for a Lucky Charms commercial
.” She is bent over, laughing hysterically.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair and grimace as she laughs at my expense. “Do you want to do this or not?” I snap as my erection begins to shrivel up to the equivalent of a raisin. I turn to go, but she grabs my arm and stops me, her laughter fading rapidly.

“I’m sorry, Suit. Don’t go. I want to do this. I want you.” The three words were simple, nothing elaborate or poetic, but damn if they weren’t the best sounding words I’ve ever heard as they came out of her perfect little mouth.
I want you
. Her expression seems cautious; like she’s worried I’ll leave.

Licking my dry lips, I stare into her eyes. “Slip off your dress, Louise.” I nailed the accent this time, I know it.

Edie takes a deep breath and pulls her dress up and over her head, her eyes never leaving mine. My heart pounds and my body heats up as I watch her. She’s wearing a black strapless bra and dark blue lace panties that I want to rip off her body, but I wait. I’m playing a part here.

She takes the book and continues reading.

When Louise was completely naked, Victor devoured her with his eyes. She was lit up with desire and all he’d done is look at her. But that was Victor. The man radiated heat. She wasn’t sure how long he’d be hers, for all she knew that night could be their last, but she’d take it and live off of its memory for the rest of her life. Victor wasn’t a man she could keep, but he was a man she would allow to make love to her knowing there was no promise of tomorrow. Here and now was all that mattered to her. So when he took his tie and tied it around her head so that it covered her eyes, she trusted him to give her a night she’d never forget. A night unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Edie closes the book and places it beside her. We share another silent stare before I approach her and push her legs apart so I can stand between them. Her chest rises and falls as her breathing escalates and I can see the want, the desire, and even the uncertainty playing out in her eyes. I’m feeling all of those things myself. We’re walking a fine line here. We want each other, but if this doesn’t work out, we’re stuck living together, and there’s absolutely no doubt that would be awkward as hell. But we’ve committed to doing this, to giving each other this pleasure. I need this. I don’t think I realized how much until just this moment. And I know she needs this, too. Edie just asked me, through the words of her book, to give her an unforgettable night. This woman wants to feel something she’ll never forget. I can give her that.

Her breath hitches as my hands reach around her and unhook her bra, tossing it aside. I swallow hard as I stare at her bare chest, her perfect breasts full and round. I shake my head as my gaze meets hers again. “You are more perfect and beautiful than I imagined,” I say, huskily. The book may not have told me to say that, but I have to. She needs to know how in fucking awe I am right now.

When she takes a deep breath, her chest rises, causing her breasts to capture my attention again. I want to give both ample attention, but I have something to do first. I take my tie and cover her eyes, tying it snug around her head. She looks fucking phenomenal like this;
practically naked and waiting for me. Her breasts are perfect, not too big, not too small, and damn if she doesn’t have the most perfect pink nipples. They’re already puckered, begging to be licked and sucked. I place my hands on either side of her hips and run the tip of my nose from her left shoulder up her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Lie down, Louise,” I whisper, nailing the accent again.

Edie does as I’ve asked and I take her arms and place them above her head and growl softly, “Keep these here.” I step back and stare at her. This beautiful woman is naked and blindfolded, offering herself to me. Who the hell am I to deserve this? I open the freezer and grab an ice cube from the tray. Popping it in my mouth, I suck for a few seconds, letting it cool my mouth and tongue before I approach the counter where she’s lying, waiting for me. My heart is hammering in my chest, but I steady myself. I will take my time so I can give her everything she’s ever fantasized about.

I loop my fingers around the sides of her panties and tug them off, letting my fingers trail slowly down her legs. She lifts slightly to help me in my effort and something about that move m
akes my blood pump harder. As if the rise of her hips is almost a plea. She wants me. Maybe not in the forever sense, but right now, she wants me to make love to her.

I move to her side and with only a tiny melted piece of ice in my mouth, I press it between my lips, running it down her chin and neck until I reach her nipple, grazing the puckered tip gently. She moans and bucks, but I place a strong hand on her hips and push her down lightly.

“Now, Louise, you must stay still, love,” I warn her.

She licks her lips and nods, her breath heavy.

Bending down again, I graze her nipple once more before taking it in my mouth and sucking it. My hand finds her other breast and I grope it, pinching her nipple slightly. Edie moans and arches her back, raising her chest to me, as if begging for more.

Standing up, I
move away from her, opening the freezer and grabbing another piece of ice. “I’m going to move you now, Louise.” Before she can argue, I pop the piece of ice in my mouth and pull her up, tossing her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise, but doesn’t fight me. As I round the kitchen doorway, I grab one of her ass cheeks and squeeze; something I’ve wanted to do since the day I saw her in those cheeky panties.  It feels every bit as good as I thought it would, too.

“Where are you taking me, Victor?” Edie asks, and all though this was all her idea, I can hear the anxiety in her voice. She’s nervous.

“I’m taking you to a night you’ll never forget.”

Once we reach the living room, I spread the quilt hanging on the sofa on the floor with my free hand and lay her on it. As I unbutton my shirt, I stare down at her perfect, tight little body. Damn, riding horses has done her good. The piece of ice I popped in my mouth before we left the kitchen is almost gone so I hastily remove my shirt and drop to my knees pushing her legs a little wider.

“Are you wet for me, Louise?”

Edie licks her lips and nods.

“I want to hear you tell me how wet you are.”

“I’m so wet. Please. Touch me,” Edie begs, her voice husky, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I need to be inside of her.
Now!
But I remind myself to take my time. I can’t forget she wants an experience she’ll never forget. As I crawl on top of her, I kiss her gently. Her hands grasp my face, pulling me closer, her kisses becoming fevered and hungry. I pull away and kiss her chest, my lips and tongue cold from the ice. She moans as I suck on her nipples and begin nipping my way down her body.

“Keep your hands above your head, Louise.”

As she raises her arms above her head, clasping her hands together, I gently run a finger down her sex and hiss at how warm and wet she feels. She’s so ready for me. My tongue is cold and I waste no time. When I gently graze her sex with one lick she bucks and moans, but keeps her hands above her head. Goosebumps cover her skin and I know she’s in a delicious knot of built-up tension. This beautiful woman hasn’t been touched in so long her body is humming with need.

One lick from his ice-cold tongue and I’m about to lose my mind. When he begins to suck on my clit I hit orgasm in under a minute. His tongue thrusts into me as he hums making me liquefy. With the blindfold on, I can rely only on the sounds he’s making and the feel of his tongue against my flesh, which is nothing short of amazing. Add that to the sensation of cold and I’m on my way to my second orgasm already. The suit has surprised me, I must say. I’ve never experienced anything quite like this.

Not being able to touch him is hard, I want to fist his hair and scratch his shoulders, but he wants my hands above my head.

“Victor, please,” I beg. “I need you inside of me. Now,” I pant, my voice raspy.

The suit stops licking me and orders, “Take your blindfold off.”

I quickly remove the blindfold to see him standing above me. Part of me feels self-conscious lying on the floor, naked while he stares at me, but another part, the part I’m eager to unleash feels sexy and wanted. His eyes are dark and rich and my heart beats wildly as he gazes at me. He’s all muscle, perfect broad shoulders and bulky arms. His hands fumble with his belt and then he slips his pants and boxers off. My eyes go wide when I see his erection. It’s big.
Really
big.

“That was probably the best look you could ever have on your face when a man shows you his dick for the first time,” he growls, but he doesn’t use the accent. My cheeks flush with heat at his words.

The suit falls to his knees and crawls over me. I tremble as some of his weight meets my body. His chest and stomach are hard and when my breasts press against his weight, I tremble. God, he smells good. Like cologne and soap and musk.

This is it.

The suit and I are going to have sex.

“Are you sure, Edie?” he asks with his mouth against my ear, his tone sending shivers down my body. I close my eyes with his words. They’re sweet. He’s checking, even though this was all my idea…at least the role-play stuff.

“Yes.” I meant only to answer his question, not sound so desperate, but that’s exactly how that one word sounded. Desperate. Until this moment, right here, with the suit’s hard naked body on top of mine, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, I hadn’t realized how much I needed this. “Please.”

One arm supports his weight so he doesn’t crush me, the other he places at the back of my neck as he stares into my eyes. He says nothing before he kisses me and pushes inside of me. I cry out as I stretch to fit him, the tightness taking my breath away.

“Jesus,” he gasps as he stills. He doesn’t move for a moment as he presses his forehead to mine and we both breathe. He kisses me again, softly, before sliding the hand that’s been gripping my neck to my breast. He slides back before pushing inside me again, and I gasp with pleasure. He stills, his eyes clenched shut as he struggles. “Please try to relax, baby. You have no idea how much self-control I need right now.” His voice is low but strained, and I take a deep breath and focus on letting my muscles relax.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans in pleasure. He still hasn’t moved and his body is tight, every muscle bulging as he remains still as the night inside of me.

“Can I touch you?” I whisper, my hands still clenched in fists above my head.

“Please,” he begs
.

My hands immediately go to his hair and move to his shoulders and back, slick with sweat. He begins to move again, slowly, but it’s short-
lived. The suit has other ideas in mind. His hand drifts down between us and finds my clit. As he draws delicious circles over and over, I throw my head back in pure ecstasy. “Come for me, Louise.” The accent is back, but I barely notice. I’m moaning his name over and over as my climax builds, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. It only takes a few more seconds of him circling his thumb and my orgasm shoots through me. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“Oh God, I’m coming,” I pant against his neck. His thrusts become faster and harder until his body tenses and he fills me, collapsing on top of me as he does. I’ve forgotten how good the weight of a man feels on top of me, the hardness and sweat, the smell of sex in the air. We’re both gasping for air, his cheek pressed to mine, when I realize my arms are wrapped around him tightly. I immediately let go, unsure if I’m overstepping a boundary or not. We agreed to sex, not cuddling.

Suit pushes up on his elbows and gazes into my eyes. “Edie James,” he breathes, his amazing, rich eyes staring straight into my soul. “
You
are an amazing woman.” Then he leans in and kisses me so softly my stomach flutters. “Wait here,” he orders, and hops up. I can’t help gazing at his delicious, tight ass as he walks away.
I just had sex! I can be unpredictable and erotic!
I’m still giving myself mental fist pumps of congratulations when Suit returns a minute later holding a wet washcloth. He bends down and begins to clean me and I immediately squeeze my legs shut, but he pushes my knees apart as soon as I do. “Don’t be shy now, Edie,” he warns.

I swallow hard and tell myself to relax. It’s not like he didn’t just give me the best sex ever. Leaving the washcloth on the brick mantel of the fireplace, he pulls me up and tosses me over his shoulder again. I squeal and laugh and squeeze his ass. “What are you doing, Victor?”

“You’ll see.” He carries me into the bathroom—my bathroom—and sets me down. He turns on the tub and lets the water run over his hand. “What temperature do you like?” He looks like a model perched on the edge of the claw foot bathtub, naked, his muscles flexing.

“Hot,” I answer, and smile faintly. This is sweet. He’s running a bath for me. I expected sex and nothing else, but he’s really being a gentleman about all of this.
His thoughtfulness is surprising.

Once he’s found the right temperature and placed the stopper over the drain, he climbs in and sits down. I stare at him confused. “Climb
in with me.” He holds out a hand to me and I stare at it. He wants to bathe with me? This is more…
way
more than I expected.

My expression must read like an open book because he says, “Edie, we may have an agreement to have sex for the summer, but with all of that we’re friends. I’m not the kind of guy that will fuck you and then leave you naked and alone.”

“You don’t have to do all of this, Suit. I wanted this arrangement as well. You don’t have to feel like you’re obligated to cuddle with me or anything.”

His mouth curves at one side. “Edie, if you think you’re the only one who will look back on this experience and remember it fondly, you’re wrong. What you just did in there…” His sentence trails off and he runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll never forget how fucking amazing all of that was. Now, we’re roommates, friends, and lovers. Let’s enjoy having each other for the summer before it ends and we head back to reality. Please climb in here with me.”

I’m stunned for a moment as he stares at me, his hand still extended toward me, inviting me to join him. This is way more than I planned, but how can I refuse him? With a shaky breath, I climb in the tub and sit between his legs. He pulls me to him so that my back is against his chest. Taking my loofah sponge, he submerges it in the water and squeezes it over my breasts. I have never experienced anything like this. This is so…
romantic
.

Don’t think that way, Edie.
This is friendly screwing. Kind of crude to put it that way, but technically that’s what it is. The suit will leave and this will end and be nothing but a memory. One I’ll probably cling onto forever. Just like Louise.

“What are you thinking?” Suit asks as he conti
nues to squeeze water over me.

I don’t answer him right away because I can’t tell him I’m thinking I’m delusional if I think I won’t get attached to him. Who was I kidding when I thought I could do this? “Just work stuff,” I lie. “Richard Turner is coming tomorrow. He wants to see Night Rider run before he decides whether he’ll continue to let me train him or not.”

“How’s the horse been doing in training?”

“He’s fast,” I answer simply as I drift off in thought.