Yes, she wanted him. Lana had wanted him from the moment they met, although she didn’t entertain the thought until he was sitting next to her at the bar. As soon as she had him in her room? Her body had quivered to have him in her intimate vicinity. “Hell yes I want you. Why aren’t you fucking me on this couch already?” Saying things like that gave her such a rush. Seeing him grin in that bad boyish way made her high.
Ken’s expanding aura pushed her against the back of the loveseat. Her acceptance of him had certainly emboldened him, hadn’t it? Oh, good. Because I’m feeling like an exceptional bottom tonight. Lana could easily switch up the roles in the bedroom. Ken made her want to lie down, spread her legs, and take everything he gave her.
“Because I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me.” He flicked the spot where her nametag had been earlier. “Miss Bunny.”
How flattering. “I’m ready.”
“How can I be sure?” Ken left another kiss on her breast. “You’ve told me something very intimate about yourself. It’s now my job to make sure you’re wet enough to have me.”
“I thought we established that you don’t have a painfully monstrous cock.” She was feeling it right now, wasn’t she?
“We did, but I would be remiss to not take care of you.” His hand slipped between her thighs like hers remained between his. “Remember what I said? We can do other things. I for one am a big fan of foreplay.”
“Me too.” Lana wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand to touch this man but not touch him. Now that his face was in her cleavage, tongue pushing into her bra and attempting to get a harder rise out of her nipple, Lana had no choice but to encourage him. Her lips pressed against his forehead while she teased the tops of his ears and held on to the back of his neck. His goatee felt like soft down against her skin. When his tongue finally found its mark, Lana gasped, disappearing into the couch with a needy jerk.
“Relax,” Ken said, his hand inching up her thigh. Soon he would find her slit, and then what? Would she combust in pleasure? Perhaps. At this rate. “Enjoy yourself, Lana. You’ve chosen me to be your partner in pleasure, and I plan to deliver. I deliver in all of my relationships, business or pleasure.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that…” Lana moaned as one ripple after another came with the strokes of his tongue. “In mind!”
They were doing this. They were so doing this!
“Yes,” she cooed, mussing his hair with constant flicks of her fingers, “suck me off.”
Ken sank his tongue deep into her cleavage, licking the sweat from her skin and leaving a trail of his saliva to collect in her bra. Damn. Why is that so hot? Lana continued to fall against the loveseat, or perhaps she was simply sinking farther into oblivion. Ken’s hand found her slit, crammed hot and tight between her curvy thighs. Two fingers rubbed her lingerie against her folds. How hot was she? How wet? And why wasn’t she touching him where it mattered most? Where had her hand gone?
To his zipper. If there was one thing Lana subconsciously wanted to know the most, it was whether or not Mr. Andrews was cut. Not that it mattered either way when it came to her pleasure. She was merely nosy.
“I should be asking you to suck me off,” he said with great candor. Every word muttered against her skin like a pleasurable cataclysm setting off into the stratosphere. “Your lips have been haunting me all day.”
Lana had naturally plump lips. Even when she didn’t accentuate them with her makeup, they still turned men’s heads. Every guy in the room is always thinking about me sucking his cock. Not surprising that Ken would be the same way. He was a guy with a cock, after all, but that didn’t bother Lana when she was getting into bed with a man. She wanted to suck cock. Life had such few great pleasures like that.
But Ken wasn’t going to give her that opportunity anytime soon. He was shadowing her on the couch, encroaching into every inch of her personal space, forcing her to accept him into her arms. Okay. Lana embraced him, kissing his forehead as hard as her large lips would let her. “Hot damn you’re turning me on, Mr. Andrews.”