A chuckle rumbled from below. “Yeah?” He pushed two fingers inside and I gasped, moaning in satisfaction. They pulsed inside me, working together with that tongue. What he was doing felt amazing, but I was starting to get lightheaded from how hard he had me breathing.
“Are you going to . . . let me come?” I asked between gasps. Heat and pleasure rolled in waves through my body. I couldn’t do slow much longer. I was beside myself with need, feeling more fractured every second, and each wicked thrust and swirl of his tongue widened that fracture.
“How do you want it? Like this?” His voice was hushed. “Or on my —”
“Oh god, on your cock. I’ll do anything for it.”
The desperate tone in my voice was pathetic. I couldn’t believe it. Less than twenty-four hours after meeting him, and he had me begging for it. Me. The one who men shelled out thousands of dollars for the chance to stick it in me.
His head snapped up, his expression startled. “Anything?”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the heightened sensation and focus when the visual wasn’t allowed.
“Name it.” He’d seen my willing list. He knew what I was up for.
He only hesitated for a single breath. “Come to Japan.”
chapter
EIGHT
I scrambled backward off of his hand, the condom on my stomach falling to the sheets. “What?”
He grabbed the wrapper and tore it open. “Come back with me. You can stay a week or two, hang at my place. I’m in corporate housing that’s meant for families, so I’ve got a spare bedroom. I’ll cover your airfare.”
“Are you serious right now?”
He gave me a half-smile. “Real.” His chest was moving rapidly, but no idea if it was from the foreplay or the shocking offer he’d just made. “You said you wanted to go. You’ve got free time, and I’ve got my bonus.”
“We don’t even know each other.”
He rolled the condom on slowly and methodically, my gaze fixated on his hands. “That’s not true. I know lots about you, and your silly rules you let me break. I know what you taste like here,” he touched my lips with the soft pad of his index finger and drew it down my body, all the way to between my thighs, “and here. What you sound like when you come.”
“Dominic.”
“I know you’re best friends with Evie—”
“Evelyn.”
“—the girl who agreed to marry my best friend, and he likes you.”
“Yeah, of course he likes Threesome Payton,” I snapped.
His face skewed. “That’s not how I meant.” He trapped my waist in his hands, hauling me toward him so I was flat on my back, beneath him. His expression shifted to serious. “Can I be honest?”
I stared up at him. Wasn’t he always? My hand pressed against the center of his chest, although I didn’t remember putting it there. Beneath my palm, I could feel his heart racing. I nodded quickly.
“I don’t want to go back to Tokyo, worried I might have walked away from something here.”
Now it was my heart’s turn to race, although from what I wasn’t sure. Fear? Excitement? Did he feel this strange and scary connection as strongly as I did?
“Come on,” he whispered, nudging me with the tip right at my entrance. “Don’t you want this?”
“Your cock, or a free trip to Japan?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
There wasn’t much discussion going on in my head. Two weeks in Japan, for free, with this fuck-stick of a man? No way was I going to live with regret the rest of my life about turning the offer down. And as a signing bonus, I got the hard cock I wanted. Right, fucking, now.