“Ohh,” I gasped as his tongue lapped before he sucked my tit into a hard point. He gazed at my nipples with lust, yanking the other one free and kissing it with roughness that made my body feel alive.
Our mouths met again, and he kissed me harder. With more force. More passion. It was as if there was something tangible swirling between us. A force of nature beyond our control.
The keys clanked as we moved together. I worked the top button on his pants, easing my hand inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I slid my palm along his cock. If I could free it with some maneuvering. One thrust, and he’d be inside me. Fucking me on the piano. I’d watch the pain in his eyes drain as the desire won him over.
“Knight,” I pleaded as he pushed the satin fabric between my legs aside, circling my clit with certain strokes. He growled as he plunged his fingers inside me. I eased up and down, letting them fill me, stretch me. Things had ended too quickly in the cabana. I needed this. I needed him.
His teeth took my nipple with authority and I panted, knowing the more his fingers penetrated me, the closer I was to coming. I worked his cock, trying to concentrate on bringing our bodies together, but he was relentless. I lost control. I lost my senses. He yanked my hand from his pants and planted me higher on the baby grand.
“All I want is to fucking devour you,” he growled. I should have taken it as a warning. I watched in awe as he peeled the panties over my knees and down my shins. They tickled my ankles before he tossed them over his couch.
I slammed the keys with my palms when he spread my thighs. Our eyes met once before his head dipped and he began devouring my pussy. The first swirl of his tongue was torture. I raised my hips, whimpering for more.
“Fuck me,” he growled, diving between my legs again. He feasted. My knees wrapped around his head as his tongue darted in and out. My feet banged out notes high and low. A barrage of random sounds, louder than my moans.
I pressed into the baby grand. I needed leverage. Gravity. A way to belt out what this man was doing. He pried my velvet lips wide and ran his tongue around my clit.
“Holy shit,” I hissed.
But he wasn’t done. Every time he dragged his tongue over my clit, I thought it was it. Release was near. But he sucked. He nipped. I begged for more, grinding my hips toward his mouth. My nipples were hard and puckered. I dared run my fingers over my tits and I whispered his name toward the ceiling. My breath was ragged and the juices flowing from my pussy were slick from him. From this unequivocally dominant sex god lapping at my pussy.
I was in heaven. Maybe it was hell. I couldn’t tell the way my body rode the sensations. He kept me wanting. Needing. Pleading.
I felt the first quiver snap like the release on the end of a bow. I waited for the next vibration. My belly burned from wanting him so badly. Suddenly he thrust a thick finger inside me and a long moan ripped from my throat. I’d never made that sound in my life. I couldn’t hold off the orgasm any longer. I pounded the keys as it took over, crashing through me. Tearing at my veins. Breaking me. Ripping me apart. Knight pumped in and out, filling me, stretching me, kissing my clit and sucking my pussy until I was a ragged mess. A second orgasm tore through my body.
The keys clanked while his mouth made claim to me. My eyes opened when I realized my body had stilled. Knight was staring at me. He had lowered my legs.
I smiled at him. “Thank God. That was amazing.” It had been building and building to this moment. Both of us climbing and clawing at each other with no interruptions.
“You should go,” he whispered.
I shook my head. “I don’t have to.” The bodyguards would stay outside. He didn’t have anything to worry about. I tried to reach for him. We had only just begun. I wanted all of him.
“Yes, you do,” he corrected me.
He picked up the bottle of gin and took a drink. I watched him, trying to figure out what in the hell was going on.
“I’ll stay. We can order dinner.” I peeled myself off the piano carefully, making a loud noise against the keys anyway. I tucked my breasts inside my dress. They still felt raw and warm from his teeth.
“I can’t. I can’t do this. With you.” His eyes cut to me and I didn’t understand. I’d felt the sting of rejection before, but not like this. Not after a moment like we just had. I saw the stiffness in the front of his pants. He hadn’t recovered any more than I had. He wasn’t done either. We were not done.
“Knight, just…”
“No,” he barked. “You have to go.”
He took another swig of gin. “How drunk are you?”
“Not drunk enough.”
I tried to straighten my dress in place, while biting the inside of my cheek. I didn’t want him to see a tear. He wouldn’t.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why even…” I couldn’t say the words. I took a step toward the skinny French doors. They reached all the way to the tops of the twelve-foot ceiling. Knight’s hand clasped around my wrist, stopping me from leaving.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I closed my eyes. “What was your plan?”
“To make sure you never come back.” He released my arm and stumbled toward the piano. I watched in disbelief as he finished off the bottle and smashed it against the farthest wall. He started to play. It was haunting. As haunting as the demons I had seen in his eyes.
I didn’t look for my green satin underwear. I ran out of the room and down
