Club Privé: Book IV

  “Everything,” he said. His voice was hoarse and I could see the front of his pants tenting. Everything about him said that he was enjoying the show.

  I reached behind me and unhooked the bra. I let the material slide rather than fall, dropping down the mounds of my breasts and then over my hardening nipples. The bra joined the dress on the floor.

  “Turn around to take off the panties,” he instructed.

  I turned and bent over, feeling my face flush. For some reason, this was more embarrassing than if I’d been facing him, but I didn’t stop. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic and lowered the panties. I turned back as I stepped out of them. My hands automatically moved to cover myself.

  “No,” he said, the word almost sharp. “Hands at your sides.”

  I stood there, watching him watch me, and finally realized that he was right. I had no reason to be ashamed of my body. Other women might have had a flatter stomach or bigger breasts, but it wasn’t about that. It was about being me and accepting who I was, inside and out. Coming to the realization didn’t mean I automatically wanted to go skipping around on a nude beach, but it did mean that I was no longer struggling to find something to hide behind.

  “Into the spa,” he said finally.

  I gave him a doubtful look. I was all for using a hot tub, but not naked. Who knew how many people had been in there?

  One side of his mouth quirked up as if he could read my thoughts. When he spoke, I knew he’d read my expression correctly. “Don’t worry. They empty, sanitize, and refill it every time new guests check in. I asked when I booked the suite. No one’s been in it since.”

  I smiled and walked towards the hot tub. I liked that he knew me well enough to anticipate what I’d want. I went up the stairs, feeling his eyes on me, and then walked down into the warm water. I sighed. It wasn’t completely hot yet but between the temperature and the jets, it was heavenly. I sat down, my hair trailing in the water. I’d forgotten it was down.

  “Here.” Gavin was at the side of the tub holding out my hair clip. “Don’t want you walking around with wet hair, now do we?”

  I took the clip and put up my curls. I looked up at him expectantly, wondering why he hadn’t gotten undressed yet. Hot tub sex should be amazing, but it wouldn’t work very well if he wasn’t in the tub with me.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Ah, there it was. I did as he said. He was going to make me wait until he was in to open my eyes so I wouldn’t get to see him. A tease. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders. His thumbs pressed into the muscles there and I moaned. That was a wonderful pressure point.

  “You’re way too tense.”

  His voice was soft as his hands worked over muscles I hadn’t even realized were knotted. His fingers found each place they were needed, and I leaned forward to give him better access to the lower part of my back. He didn’t touch anything sexual, but my body was throbbing with desire by the time he finished. My back and arms felt like jelly and it was a good feeling.

  “You may open your eyes now.”

  I did, expecting to see him sitting in the water, but he wasn’t there. I turned and saw that he was still outside the tub and still fully dressed. His shirt had a few water spots on it, but he hadn’t gotten wet.

  There was a knock at the door. He stood and my eyes were automatically drawn to what I wanted. He was still enjoying himself, but hadn’t made a move to do anything about it. I hadn’t known he had that kind of control. Hell, I hadn’t known any man could have that kind of control.

  “Stay there,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

  I watched him walk away. That was probably room service. I started to lean back when I realized that Gavin would be opening the door, and someone would be bringing the food inside. The living room was an open area. I could see the door from where I was sitting, which meant whoever was coming in would be able to see me. Panic started to flood me, telling me to grab the towel on the edge of the tub and cover myself, but I set my jaw and stayed.

  A young man pushed a cart into the room and I saw his eyes flick towards me. He smiled, nodded, then turned to Gavin.

  Of course, I realized he couldn’t see anything more than the tops of my shoulders. For all he knew, I was wearing a bikini under the water. I relaxed. Gavin tipped the young man – quite well, judging by the look of surprise – then showed him out. He opened the bottle of champagne that was on the cart and poured a single glass. That was good. I could use a bit of a drink. He also picked up a bowl, but I couldn’t see what was in it until he came back to the tub. Strawberries.

  He sat on the edge of the tub and held out the glass of champagne. I took it and took a sip.

  “You stayed,” he said.

  I nodded. “You told me too.”

  “You did well.”

  A surge of pride went through me and I smiled.

  “You deserve a reward.” He picked up a deep red berry and held it out.

  Instinctively, I knew he didn’t want me to take it from him. Instead, I opened my mouth and leaned forward, letting him feed me. The flavor of the strawberry burst across my taste buds, enhanced by the champagne. I closed my eyes and savored the taste. The rest of the berry was waiting when I opened my eyes.

  “This is just the beginning, Carrie,” Gavin said. “I promise you, tonight is going to be unforgettable.”

  Chapter 6

  As Gavin fed me more strawberries, I realized that I was actually hungry. I didn’t think I could stomach anything heavy – I was still a little nervous about what was coming next – but the strawberries were settling well, and I knew that if I was going to drink any more than a few sips of alcohol, I would need something to balance it. I didn’t mind a bit of the edge taken off, but I wanted to be clear-headed tonight.

  “Let’s get you out of that tub before you start to wrinkle.” Gavin smiled as he set aside the food and my half-empty glass. He stood and held out a hand.

  I took his hand and stood, watching his face as his eyes immediately dropped to my body. Despite the cool air, warmth flooded me as I took in the look in his eyes. I started down the steps, halting on the last one when he held up his hand. He reached down and picked up a towel. I held out my hand but he shook his head. Puzzled, I dropped it back to my side. It wasn’t until he used a corner to wipe off a few drops that had gotten on my face that I realized what he was going to do.

  Without a word, he began to dry me off. Each movement was slow and deliberate. He didn’t linger in any one particular place more than another, but it didn’t matter. The entire process was sensual. Even his drying my feet quickened my breathing. As he straightened, I wondered if he was going to take me on the couch or if we were going to his room. A thought popped into my head. Was it his room or our room? Had he gotten a two-bedroom suite so that we’d have separate places to sleep or had he wanted us to share?

  “Arms up.”

  I blinked, pulling my thoughts back. I lifted my arms and he wrapped the towel around me. When he tucked the edge under to keep it snug around me, his fingers brushed against my skin, but he didn’t take advantage of the touch. I was thoroughly confused now. He’d had me undress and stand in front of him, so why did he want me to cover up if we were just heading for a bed?

  “I ordered light. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Food? He was seriously talking about food? I didn’t question him ,though. Something more than strawberries sounded good. I started to bend over to pick up my dress.

  “Leave it,” he said. I gave him a puzzled look and he added, “That should be sufficient for our meal.”

  The towel covered more of my breasts than some of the dresses I’d brought, and it did reach almost to the middle of my thighs, but I still felt oddly exposed. Still, I remember that I was supposed to be following orders, so I just nodded and followed him to the table. He paused to take hold of the cart and motioned for me to sit. I did so, conscious about every movement despite the fact that Gavin had already seen all of me. It was
different in this context.

  He first poured us both a glass of wine. I started to ask why he’d gotten wine and champagne, but then he set out a plate of cheese and I understood. I wasn’t used to meals that cost more than my rent, but even I knew that wine went with cheese. He also took out crackers, bread, and apple slices.

  “Eat.” He gestured towards the spread. “Whatever we don’t finish will keep.”

  We ate in silence for several minutes, savoring each morsel. Not for the first time, I thought how sometimes it’s the simple things that are the best. I wasn’t stupid. I knew these cheeses were expensive and the rest probably was too, but there was no caviar or smoked meats or any of the pretentious stuff that some other men might have used if they were trying to impress. I was beginning to see that Gavin wasn’t trying to show off. He used his money to enjoy life, but he did it on his terms. I could accept that.

  Gavin took a drink of his wine and broke the silence. “In the limo, you said that you didn’t think you could keep your hands to yourself and reminded me about our time at the gala. You were bold then, as you were bold at the party.”

  I took a sip of wine, more for something to do than actual thirst.

  “I wish for you to be bold now.”

  I made a move as if I was going to stand, but he shook his head.

  “Not with actions. I want you to be bold with your words.” He picked up a small slice of cheese. “Tell me what you wanted to do to me in the limo.”

  My face burned. I’d done a little dirty talk before, saying things I wanted him to do to me, but it had been either as part of foreplay right before intercourse or in the middle of sex. This was just odd. I was in a towel and Gavin was fully clothed. We were eating, sitting several feet apart. There wasn’t anything sexual going on at the moment.

  “Get up,” he said.

  I stood and so did he.

  “Pull your chair out from behind the table so I can see you.”

  I did as I was told and he moved his chair so that we were facing each other with nothing between us. He sat and gestured for me to do the same.

  “Now, Carrie, tell me what you wanted to do to me.” His tone was firm.

  I took a deep breath and refused to try to talk my way out of it. I’d said I’d obey and, while this was embarrassing, there was something exciting about it too.

  “I wanted to touch you.”

  He made a gesture with his hand that clearly meant he wanted me to say more.

  I could feel my face growing hot, but I continued, “I wanted to unzip your pants, reach inside and take you in my hand. Stroke you until you were hard.”

  “And then what would you do?”

  My embarrassment was disappearing, burned away by the arousal that was starting to grow in my belly. “Take you in my mouth. Lick and suck until you came. Swallow every drop and keep licking you until you had to beg me to stop.”

  I heard his breathing hitch.

  “Without exposing yourself, put your hand under the towel and touch yourself.”

  I spread my legs just enough to get my hand between them. I already knew I was wet, and my fingers slid easily between my folds. I swallowed a moan as I moved across my sensitive flesh.

  “Are your fingers inside you?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “Slide one into your pussy.”

  I whimpered as I obeyed, slowly moving my middle finger, my body responding by loosening with each stroke. I knew how big Gavin was and I’d need more than a single finger to be ready for him without its being too much. If we were going to have as much sex as I thought we would be having this week, I would definitely want to be more prepared.

  “Back to your clit.”

  I did as I was told. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as Gavin’s hands moved to his pants. He kept his eyes on me as he unzipped and slid his hand inside. At the moment, all I could see was the movement beneath the fabric, but I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was too big to hide and I’d finally see that thick, beautiful shaft.

  “Don’t take the towel off. Open the bottom of it so I can see what you’re doing.”

  I swallowed hard. Slowly, I peeled back the sides of the towel until Gavin could see my hand between my legs.

  “Wider.”

  I spread my legs further apart, my stomach twisting and turning. It wasn’t like Gavin hadn’t seen me naked, and up close. He’d gone down on me, so he was intimately acquainted with that particular part of my body, but he’d never seen me like this. My arousal overpowered any embarrassment I thought I should be feeling.

  “Two fingers. You’ll need it.”

  I shuddered as I slid my middle two fingers into my core. They didn’t come close to filling me as much as Gavin did, but they were stretching me now. Gavin’s eyes were fixed on me, watching my fingers moving in and out. I kept my gaze on his face for several minutes, then, unable to resist any longer, dropped it.

  His cock was fully erect now, jutting up from his pants, thick and swollen. His hand moved over it slowly, his fingers barely able to wrap completely around it. I knew it felt like the smoothest silk wrapped around the hardest steel, and that it would make me scream.

  “Come here,” his voice was rough, conveying a strain that his motions had not.

  I stood, feeling the loss as my fingers left me. My pussy throbbed, aching to be filled again, to have finished what I’d started. I walked towards Gavin until I was within arm’s reach, and he put his hands on my hips, leaving his cock completely exposed. He guided me forward until I was straddling his lap.

  “Down.”

  I reached for him, holding him in place as I slowly lowered myself. His hands stayed on me, keeping me at the pace he wanted. Bit by agonizing bit, he filled me. The nearly painful stretching was familiar and welcomed. I could never have enough of this, him inside me, reaching places untouched by any other lover. As I came to rest on his lap, every impressive inch sheathed inside me, the tip of him bumped against the end of me. It was like we were two puzzle pieces, interlocking with no spaces between us.

  Gavin’s hands moved my hips, rocking me back and forth as I adjusted to the intrusion. I began to move with him, using my legs to add a rise and fall that let part of him withdraw before I took the full length again. Each movement caused little tingles of pleasure to ripple across my nerves.

  His hands slid up my sides and then around to the front of the towel. “I want to see your body while you ride me.”

  I shuddered at his words, tossing my head back even as he pulled the towel off of me. His hands and mouth found my breasts as I arched my back. Teeth, tongue, and lips worked at the sensitive flesh even as I moved faster. I could feel my body chasing my orgasm, desperate for release. I ran my hands over his chest, wanting to tear his shirt off so I could feel his skin beneath my fingers, but I didn’t even ask him to take it off. There was something erotic about me being totally naked and him clothed, the only exposed part of him sliding in and out of sight as I rode him.

  His teeth scraped across my nipple and I cried out, my body shaking as I came. I squeezed him tight as I ground down against his lap, the head of his cock hitting the end of me and sending a shockwave through me. I fell forward, wrapping my arms around his neck as my body quaked around his. He groaned in my ear and I felt him come inside me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he held me as our bodies ground against each other, dragging out every last drop of pleasure they could hold.

  His hands moved across my back, leaving trails of heat across my cooling skin. He turned his head and pressed his lips against the side of my neck and I shivered. Part was from the touch, but part was because I was starting to feel the chill of the air conditioning. Gavin’s hands shifted so that he was helping me stand. My knees were a bit shaky but I stepped back so that he could stand. While he tucked himself back into his pants, I retrieved the towel from the floor. I loved having him bare inside me, but it made clean-up a bit more necessary.

  “Here.??
?

  I looked up and saw Gavin holding out his shirt. I took it gratefully. It said something about how chilled I was that I pulled on the shirt before ogling Gavin’s bare chest. It was well worth a stare or two. He was lean and strong, his muscles defined under golden skin. He was the perfect balance of muscled, but not too big. I knew his back was equally as nice, complemented by the tattoo across the top. Angel wings, a date and initials. The initials of his daughter as well as the date of her birth. It also happened to be the same date that his fiancée had been killed in a hit-and-run.

  Chapter 7

  “Would you like to see the rest of the suite?” Gavin asked, holding out his hand.