Playing For Her Heart Page 2

  He nodded emphatically.

  “I ran away. When I was finally captured, my betrothed had died. So my brothers sold me into slavery as punishment.”

  “Horrible and cruel.”

  “Indeed,” she said, sipping her wine.

  “But I saved you,” he pointed out.

  “Well, I had planned to save myself. You just beat me to it. Just like back with Doc Ock.”

  Feisty, this one. “Hmm.”

  She leaned closer, her chest almost brushing the top of her now-empty plate. “But, I-I guess I need to repay you, Breck. For saving me.”

  Now they were talking. He so wanted payment. “And how do you plan to do so?”

  “Well, I…” She looked uncertain, but it was an act, he could tell. “I don’t have any money. No land or titles anymore. But…” She leaned even closer and he met her halfway, so close he could feel her hot breath on his lips. Those lashes might have brushed his own cheeks if he was any closer. “I have my body, Breck. I can repay you with that.”

  He was so fucking hard in his goddamn tight breeches that it was painful. He wanted to unlace them, pull out his cock, and take her body right then, right there.

  Her eyes were glittering emeralds; her lips parted.

  “You think that hot little body of yours is enough to repay me, Princess?” he whispered.

  Her pupils dilated and she squirmed a little in her seat. “I’m well educated on how to please a man.”

  He wanted that corset off. He wanted that skirt pooled at her feet. He wanted those breasts in his hands and his cock slipping between her wet folds. But first he needed to make sure they were on the same page. “Is this a one-time deal, then?”

  She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

  Game. Fucking. On. “Then let’s retreat to my bedchamber.”

  He tossed a handful of bills on the table, hauled her to her feet, and strode in the direction of his hotel room with a single-minded focus. He was going to take his Sari.

  Chapter Two

  The door to the hotel room snicked closed behind Chloe and she leaned back against it, getting her bearings by placing her palms flat on the door. She’d done this before, but it had been a while. She craved a man’s touch and it had been so long since she’d had sex, she wondered if she’d remember how it all worked. Thank God Breck had come along so she didn’t have to break her spell with a guy who had four metal arms. And creepy metal clamps.

  Breck stood with his back to her, unbuckling the sword from around his waist and placing it on the dresser beside the TV.

  Chloe closed her eyes. She was someone else here in this hotel room. This man didn’t know her name, and she didn’t know his. She could let herself go, get her pleasure, and then leave.

  It was what he wanted, too, based on their agreement at the restaurant.

  She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked toward him. He turned around, his hands at the loosened laces at the top of his shirt. She watched as he took it off by grasping the fabric with one hand between his shoulder blades and tugging it off. He dropped it to the side, and it fluttered to the floor.

  He was mostly hairless, and had a gorgeously muscled chest. She itched to reach out and run a caressing hand over his collarbone and shoulders. A line of fine blond hair began below his belly button and led down to his waistband. Her gaze descended farther, until it landed on the bulge in his pants.

  “Do I get to enjoy my payment now?” he asked, a smirk on his lips, but breathlessness he couldn’t hide belying his excitement.

  She turned around, presenting her back to him, and then looked at him over her shoulder from under her lashes. “You’ll have to untie my corset.”

  She faced forward and waited. Several seconds later the heat of his chest coated her back and she waited for the tugging on the corset to begin. But instead he took her hair and pulled it to the side, dropping it over her shoulder so it fell down her chest. She’d always worn her hair long, but for this event, she’d let it go until it touched the top of her ass. Monday, she had an appointment to cut it all off. She enjoyed the feel of the weight while she still could, the slight tugging as Breck touched a lock of it. Then his fingers brushed the back of her neck, just a slight touch, and his lips closed around her earlobe. He sucked the delicate skin into his mouth, nibbling slightly, and she gasped.

  He released her earlobe and left a blazing trail of lips, tongue, and teeth down her neck and along her bare shoulder. She turned her head, and raised her hand, slipping it into his thick blond hair.

  He lifted his head, blue eyes blazing. They were as intense if not more so without the blue shirt on. “It’s been a long time since I had a woman, Sari,” he rasped. “Not sure I can be gentle with you.”

  She swallowed, speaking for Chloe and Sari. “I like it rough.”

  The tug on the corset strings was sharp, and she grunted a little as her body slammed into his. He still watched her, those blue eyes on her face as his fingers tugged at the laces. She wasn’t sure how he was doing it without looking, but she didn’t care, because she couldn’t look away from his gaze, the way those blue orbs caressed her face.

  He didn’t just loosen the corset; he slipped all the laces through the rivets she’d hand stamped until the corset fell from her body onto the floor. Her nipples, sensitive from her arousal, tightened in the cool air of the hotel room, and she sucked in a breath.

  Her first instinct was to cover them and run into the bathroom. This was always the part that threw her. She had to get naked. She had to take off the costume that was her armor.

  But then she slipped back into her role. It wasn’t just the clothes. It was the attitude, the anonymity of the fake name. It was the realization that this man could be from anywhere, having only flown in to attend the con. And that’s what kept her hands at her sides as his fingers dug into the skin at her waist. His breath rushed along her temple as he stared down at her bared breasts.

  His fingers grazed her ribs as he lifted his hands and then cupped her. “These are gorgeous, Princess. I’m going to take you from behind, and then I’ll have to rally for another round because I want to suck on these while I’m inside you.”

  She reached around and grasped his thigh, digging her nails into the thin fabric to tell him yes, yes she loved the sound of that, even though she wasn’t sure she could articulate it in words right now.

  A guy talking dirty made her hot. If porn was nothing but grunts, she turned it off. She wanted dirty talk. Filthy. Breck was delivering already, and they were only topless.

  “You want that, Princess?” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers before letting them go. He gave each of them a sharp slap on the underside, the sound echoing off the walls. She moaned, and wondered if he could make her come just by playing with her breasts.

  She wouldn’t have minded the experiment.

  He splayed one hand across her waist and tucked her tighter against him, so she felt his erection at the small of her back. Then with his other hand, he gripped the edge of her skirt where it was slit and pulled it aside. She wore a pair of flesh-colored panties underneath, which he promptly shoved down her legs and ordered her to step out of. Then she was upright again, smashed against his chest. And he was swiping two fingers through her folds.

  “You do want that,” he said, his voice lower with arousal. “Fuck. So wet, Princess.” Those fingers didn’t stop, swirling and rubbing and doing all kinds of crazy things. He found her clit but did nothing but give it a cursory pinch, which made her growl. He chuckled darkly.

  In a swift motion, he stepped away from her and then she was pushed onto the bed on her back. Her legs dangled over the edge, her skirt in disarray around her. She leaned up on her elbows as he stood at the foot of the bed in front of her. His eyes roamed her face, breasts and then lingered on her thighs. “So beautiful. Spread your legs.”

  She did so slowly, propping the heel of one boot on the comforter, then the other, so she wa
s bared to him.

  He reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants, stroking himself through the fabric. It was obscene how hard he was and how thin those pants were. She could see the flared head of his cock, the outline of his shaft and she bit her lip, imagining it in her mouth.

  His hand moved away and her gaze snapped up to his face. “Oh, you’ll get my cock, Princess. But not yet.”

  With a thud, he fell to his knees, grinned at her, and lowered his head between her legs.

  At first she felt nothing, only the heat of his breath on her wet, sensitive flesh. Then his hands slowly gripped her thighs. She was tugged so her ass almost hung off the bed and then…just when she was about to reach down and push his face into her sensitive flesh, he licked.

  One. Long. Slow. Lick. Until he reached her clit, and then he swirled the tip around the hard bud.

  He did it again. That long, slow torturous lick with the swirl on the end. He varied the pace a little. Sometimes the lick was faster. Sometimes it was so slow, she didn’t think he’d ever get to that fancy swirl at the end.

  She squirmed and balled the comforter in her fists and gasped out her breath in pants. Just when she thought she couldn’t take enough, he stopped.

  And then the tongue-fucking began.

  No one had ever done that to her, but this man, God what a tongue he had on him. He must’ve practiced on something, because it was exquisite the way he worked her entrance.

  By the time he moved back to her clit, she was a stuttering mess. She didn’t know who she was supposed to be anymore. Hell, she didn’t even know her real name, if he asked. All she knew was this man was leaving bruises where he clutched her thighs and his tongue was making her come and she never wanted this moment to end.

  Her climax was a force, curling her toes in her boots, clawing her fingers, and arching her back as she sobbed out a cracked scream. For a second she swore her heart stopped with the force of the reaction that shocked her body.

  When she came to, limp on the bed, Breck’s head was on her thigh, his hands stroking her belly.

  She brushed her hair off her forehead and tried for a smile, although she knew it was thin. Chloe didn’t think all the muscles in her face worked yet. “How’d a soldier like you learn how to lick a woman like that?”

  He laughed, his lips swollen and wet from his attention to her. “I can’t share all my secrets.”

  He rose slowly to his feet, unlaced his pants, and dropped trough.

  His cock stood out from a thatch of blond hair. She managed to gather her elbows under herself and rise slightly to get a better look.

  His thighs were muscular, covered with soft golden hair and she wanted to sit up, stroke her hands up the back of those legs, grab his ass, and suck on his rigid length.

  As if he knew what she was thinking, his lips quirked and he wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked slowly. Once. Twice. The third time he added a twist at the tip and the head glistened with moisture. She licked her lips, and he took a step forward.

  “Can you sit up, Princess?”

  She huffed a little under her breath. “You think me weak?”

  His laugh was short. “You’re anything but.”

  She sat up, and his hand rested on the back of her head, guiding it toward where he grasped his shaft in a tight fist. Instead of asking her to open her mouth, he painted her lips with his slick tip. He smelled like a mix of sex, cologne, and wine. It was heady and for a while, as he teased the head of his cock between her lips and back out again, she forgot where she was. She only existed here, in this moment, to give this man pleasure and receive it in return. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor, the weight of a cock on her tongue.

  And then she hollowed out her cheeks and began to bob her head.

  “Fuck,” Breck swore under his breath. His cock left her mouth abruptly and when she opened her eyes, his cock was angry and red, and he was holding the base tightly.

  A muscle in his jaw clenched. “First time I come inside you, it’s sure as fuck not going to be your mouth.”

  His words shot a bolt of lust down her spine and her inner muscles clenched.

  He bent down, grabbed something from his pants, and then she was flat on her back, a naked man on top of her, his hips snugged between her thighs…

  And he was kissing her.

  His lips were so hot she swore he was burning the skin off hers. His tongue was swirling, dueling with hers in an imitation of what he’d done between her legs.

  When he broke off the kiss and began working his way across her jaw and down her neck, that’s when she realized this was the first time he’d kissed her. They hadn’t done it when she walked into the hotel room. He’d licked her to orgasm, and she’d sucked him like a lollipop, all before they ever got their tongues in each other’s mouths.

  It felt kind of Pretty Woman-ish.

  Chloe wrapped her legs around Breck’s naked hips, her skirt open on the bed around them. She imagined she looked thoroughly debauched—bare-breasted, skirt thrown up around her hips while he fucked her.

  He was thrusting against her, his bare cock, hard as steel, slipping between her wet folds. She could hear it, the obscene sounds of it, and she would have been embarrassed at how wet she was, of the mess she was making, if she was anyone but Sari.

  It seemed to spur Breck on. He reached down between them and rubbed his cock over her clit. “You’re so fucking wet, Princess,” he gasped, then licked a nipple and bit it gently. “Love how wet you are.”

  He lifted his gaze, locked eyes with her, then stuck out his tongue, flicking her nipple once, twice, before moving on to the other one. God, that tongue. What more could he do with that thing? She wondered if he practiced knotting cherry stems. Or maybe he’d worked up to something stronger and could bend paperclips with it. That’d be something.

  He smiled then, a wicked one that made him look like a teenager about to drink for the first time. Then his mouth was on hers again, and she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

  He pulled back and sat on his heels between her legs. He took her right foot and slowly began to undo the laces to her boots. She squirmed, but let him work, watching as he pulled off her boot and placed a kiss on the inside of her ankle bone, his lips slipping up her calf. Then he proceeded to do the same to her other foot, his fingers lingering on her high arch, his lips circling her anklebone. He dropped her legs back onto the bed, and reached for the condom. Once he rolled it down his length, he eyed her, gaze roaming her face, lingering on her breasts, then down her belly and between her legs. The slit in her skirt was so high that it was really only belted around her waist now, the fabric open like flaps on either side of her legs.

  His hands started at her collarbone, trailing fingertips down her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. When he reached her hips, his eyes flashed, before she was quickly turned onto her stomach. She squealed at the change, and he hauled her up onto her knees. She gathered her hands under her, eyes on the olive-green sheet as he tugged up her skirt to her waist, so her ass was exposed.

  The slap was swift, stinging, and fucking hot. The pain bloomed over her right cheek before his palm rubbed the sting away. Then he smacked the left cheek and she moaned as more moisture surged between her legs.

  She was Sari. Ex-Princess. Using her body as payment to her soldier rescuer. And she wasn’t sure she’d ever been so eager for this in her life.

  “Ready for my cock, Princess?” Breck’s voice was low, tight, like he was hanging on by a thread.

  She sucked in a breath and wiggled her ass. “Fuck me, Soldier.”

  He gripped her hips and sheathed himself inside of her to the hilt.

  She screamed and fell to her elbows, surprised at his strength and size. A hand coasted over the top of her ass. She flexed and arched her spine, urging him to move, and with bruising fingers gripping the cheeks of her ass, he did.

  “Harder,” she urged. “Fuck me, harder.”

  He responded wi
th a punishing rhythm. Each thrust of his hips hit something inside of her she wasn’t sure she ever felt before. She was aware of a feeling in her lower belly, a wet heat, and every time his cock plunged inside, she saw stars. The walls echoed with the sounds of slapping skin.

  “You’re so wet,” he gasped out, gripping her ass tighter. “Fuck yourself on my dick, sweetheart.” She reared back, half mad with lust now, searching for whatever was causing her bones to liquefy. They found their rhythm and the sound of her breath was like a roaring in her ears.

  Fingers touched her clit and she wasn’t sure if they were hers, or if they were his. All she knew was they were working in tandem with that spot inside her body. Whatever this thing was felt big and terrifying and part of her wanted to call this all off, just get off this bed and run to the bathroom, because this, this felt like a tsunami that would sweep her out to sea.

  “Come on, Princess.” Breck’s voice was a rasp. “I can feel that pussy squeezing me. Come on my cock.”

  She would. She could feel it building. “Breck,” she sobbed out.

  “Fuck,” he gasped out.

  His right hand left her hip and then a crack rent the air where he smacked her flesh. And that was all she needed, that extra heat, because now she was coming, crying out in a wrecked voice, heaving unintelligible words as Breck growled behind her, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside of her as she milked him.

  Her arms gave out from under her and she collapsed onto the bed, at least remembering to turn her head so she didn’t smash her nose. She needed to breathe. She needed to be sure she still had all her limbs.

  The bed thumped near her head, and a balled fist appeared, clutching the sheets. Hair brushed along the top of her back between her shoulder blades, then a weight there, like he was resting his forehead. As she closed her eyes, she became aware of his breath, hot on the clammy skin of her back.

  He was still inside her; she could feel him there, softening slightly. With a groan, he pulled out slowly and she didn’t even bother closing her legs like she normally would have. She remained on her stomach, exhausted, as she heard him pad to the bathroom and flush the toilet. When he returned, the bed dipped beside her. Fingers drifted down her spine. He rubbed her skin where he’d smacked her, and she squirmed a little. It stung now, the skin tight and hot.