“Wait,” I ground out again.
Antoine tapped his watch, but I tightened the fingers of my left hand around the base of Noah’s cock to keep him hard, then used my right hand to squeeze his shaft. He cried out, and I massaged him as his eyes flew open and he wriggled. His cheeks, which had been returning to a normal color, flushed again.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you hard,” I whispered.
“I’m not...? I don’t usually stay that way after I—darn it.” He hissed and seriously shoved at me, but I slammed him against the wall and kept stroking him until his face was screwed up like he was going to cry.
“You’re late now,” Antoine said.
“Go start the meeting. Tell them I’ll be along in a minute,” I said sharply. I heard him walk off but didn’t look away from Noah’s face until I had him straining in my hands again. His eyes flew wide open and he stared at me the same way he had when he’d gotten into my car earlier, like he wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but was pissed off about it... and maybe secretly liked it.
“It hurts,” he grunted.
“No, it doesn’t. It’s uncomfortable. If you can get through this, there’s pleasure on the other side that will ruin you for any other man,” I murmured and smirked.
“Stop.”
“If you really mean it, say it again.”
He gaped and tried once more to push me off, but there was no strength in his arms. I smashed him harder against the side of the pool and furiously tugged his cock until he was moaning, even though he still strained and shoved at me. He tried to jerk his hips away, but there was nowhere to go. Only when I had him firm and pointing toward his belly button, his swim briefs halfway down his thighs, did I back off and let him go. He stared at me, panting so hard his chest looked like it was trembling.
“Make yourself comfortable, but if you touch that—” I glanced down at his erection. “—you’re going to spend a week not sitting on your ass.” I smiled at him and turned, gripping the edge of the pool. Smoothly, I pulled myself up and out and walked over to where my towel lay on the sun lounger. I slung it around my shoulders and stood there for a second, letting the water drip from my skin and run down to the cool cement under my toes.
“You can’t do this.” I thought I heard tears in his voice, and I loved that—loved that I’d gotten to him so thoroughly.
“You’re going to come when I say, be ready and willing when I say, and be happy to fuck yourself on my cock on command by the end of our time together.”
“You’re despicable.”
The actual rage in his tone sent another thrill through me, and I laughed and plotted all the ways I’d drive him crazy enough he’d be begging for my cock in his ass before the end of the weekend. He’d responded better than I’d thought he might to some light postorgasmic fun. I couldn’t wait to see him squirming again.
“Am I really here for your amusement, like a trained pet?” he called, when I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed for the glass doors that led inside. I turned so I could see his dark head, surrounded by shimmering water.
“Of course not. I don’t go in for bestiality, sugar.”
He sputtered and dipped below the water, and I sauntered off to talk to a man from the Bank of Hong Kong. They were very eager to get hold of some of my money.
5
NOAH
I shiveredas I pulled myself out of the pool, my swim briefs back in place on my hips. My mind raced as I thought about all the things we’d done—he’ddone—and my heart froze. He was the first man to touch my dick like that. Christian had tried, but he was selfish, and the moment I paid any attention to his hard-on, mine was forgotten. I’d never felt anything quite like Alton’s hand wrapped around me. He’d brought me so close to the edge, I’d thought I would lose all my senses.
I glared at the house. As tempting as the thought of running was, I had a feeling he had guards around his yard, waiting for the moment I tried to escape. I grabbed my towel and dried off, padding toward the glass doors he’d gone through. I’d thought I lived in luxury growing up, but that was nothing compared to this place; I wanted to explore.
I took the staircase up to the second floor, and opened the first few doors, which led into tasteful rooms with rich furnishings and beautiful artwork hanging on the walls. None of them struck me as Alton’s private spaces, though. They were too... calm, and Alton was anything but. He reminded me of a tornado, strong and powerful and unpredictable. A force of nature I had to brace for.
When I got to the door at the very end of the hallway near Alton’s bedroom, I heard his voice—deep and commanding. To my surprise, he wasn’t speaking English. Now I knew that this must be his office and he was definitely in it, at least. It was probably a good idea to keep track of him.
I’d already seen the bedroom and wanted to keep exploring, so I made my way back downstairs. My stomach growled and I went toward the back of the house in search of food. The open kitchen was to the left of the hallway we’d gone through to reach the pool. I was impressed because the space was plenty large enough for a full kitchen staff. The counters were black stone and wide, and the masculine color was broken up by white floor tiles and backsplashes.
I stalked over to the stainless steel fridge along the far wall and opened it, my mouth watering at the fully stocked shelves. It had everything I could have ever dreamed of, from fresh fruits to yogurt to meats.
“Well, at least I won’t starve,” I muttered to myself.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen?” someone asked from behind the open door of the fridge.
