Christian
*You sure you don't want to come, Christian?*
*I'm sure, Ms. Steele. Have fun, but stick close to Elliot.*
Elliot had made plans for everyone to meet at the Mile High Club tonight, but it's not really my scene. I'm glad he decided to party at one of mine, because it makes it easier for me to keep an eye out. My birthday is tomorrow and so my parents have already come to pick up Eloise. Each year they keep her overnight the night before my party they throw so I can have some fun out, but usually I'm not into it. I don't find getting shit ass drunk while people bump and grind around me, sweating all over me a fun time. I'll have a drink at home and enjoy the nice, relaxing quiet. Maybe do a few laps in the pool and finish it up with a long sit in the sauna.
I honestly don't really like the idea of Anastasia going out to party, but I don't get to decide that. Unfortunately, an unwelcome emotion I haven't felt in years stirs in my gut...the muddy green color of jealousy. Most see jealousy as red, but it's always been a gross camo colored brownish green to me. I like red far too much to associate it with something like that.
I purposely keep my nose out of the windows so I don't see what Anastasia is wearing when my brother picks her up. If I see, I might end up going and then who the fuck knows what would happen if some dickbeater came onto her in front of me. She isn't mine. That's just another reason why I can't go. I'll look like an ass and it'll send her running. I also don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off of her in an environment like that. I would want everyone to know she's unavailable.
It's going to be hard enough not pulling up the security cameras while they're there. I do, however, log into the security system that scans everyone's ID's. I have a list of names that will alert me if their ID is scanned, so I sit in the comfortable quiet with a book while I wait for the ping. It doesn't take long.
Elliot's name pops up first, then Kate's, Mia's, and finally Anastasia's. They made it and they're relatively safe. I find myself relaxing a bit now that I know they're in my territory and dive back into my book.
Ping*
I'm startled awake by the sound of my phone and I realize I fell asleep in my oversized armchair. I take a look at my phone, expecting a text from Elliot busting my balls because I refused to come, but it isn't a text alert.
I stare at my screen, tension taking over my whole body. Jack Hyde's ID picture is smiling up at me from my phone. I have no idea what the fuck happened between them all still, but the fact that he's so close to Elliot and Anastasia makes me sick to my stomach.
Launching myself out of my chair, I throw on the shoes beside me and grab my wallet and keys. I need to make sure they're safe and that Elliot stays out if jail.
XxXxXx
"Where are the girls?" I holler at Elliot over the music that's blasting. I found him and some blonde fucker sitting in their VIP booth, but the girls are no where to be found.
"You came!" Elliot stands to greet me and smacks me on the back. "Happy birthday, dude!"
"Where are the girls?" I growl out, looking over the place from the elevated VIP area.
"They're in the bathroom. Why?"
I shrug. I don't want to tell him why I'm really here and fuck up their night. As long as I can keep an eye on them, there is no need for them to know. Trying to look relaxed, I have a seat on the curved couch, but keep an eye on the hall that leads to the restrooms.
"C, this is Ethan, Kate's brother. Ethan, this is my brother Christian."
"You hired Ana?"
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? "Yea... she's my daughter's nanny."
He blows out a breath and takes a drink. My eyes find El's and he rolls his eyes.
"Ethan, here, found out he still has a bit of a thing for our Ana. She dumped his ass a year ago and they haven't seen each other since, but he got a purple dick as soon as he saw her."
The blonde fucker punches my brother in the shoulder. "I did not. Shut the fuck up!"
I find my jaw clenching as I take in the information. This dick beater wants in Anastasia's pants. Fuck. It strikes me that he probably already has gotten in her pants.
"How long were you two together?" I have a sick curiosity.
"Ten months."
He definitely got in her pants.
The girls appear from the hall and I almost groan out when I see Ms. Steele's outfit. She has on a lace burgundy sleeveless top tucked into a tight high-waisted black leather skirt that rests mid-thigh. She's wearing black sky-high strappy stilettos that define her calves and her makeup is dark and smoky, her lips burgundy to match her top. Her beautiful dark hair is half up and full, curls cascading down her shoulder blades. No wonder this guy is struggling. She's the hottest thing in the room.
Beside me, the Kavanagh fucker throws himself backwards, his head smacking the high back of the couch. "Fuck."
Elliot snorts. "Get the fuck over yourself. I told you she'd be here. You chose to come. Stop your bitching. You're ruining my buzz."
I watch as the bouncer lets the girls through the red rope and up the stairs. When Anastasia's eyes find mine, she stops and a slow smile forms on her face. "Christian! You came!" She hurries over and I automatically stand to greet her, letting her throw her arms around me in a hug. "Happy birthday, Christian! I knew you couldn't stay away!"
I gladly wrap my arms around her and hug her close to me, swaying us slightly. She smells so fucking good, I just want to sink my teeth into her delectable throat. A mix of warm vanilla sugar, apple, and alcohol have my senses buzzing. I feel smug that she responded to me in such a manner in front of an ex who still has eyes for her.
"Yea, well, I am kidless at home so I figured I'd come bug you."
Pulling away from me, she gives me a smile. "It's your birthday. If that's what you want, then bug away!"
Mia slips an arm around the back of me and squeezes me with a side hug. "Happy birthday, big brother."
"Thanks, Mi. You having fun?" Looking her over, I notice her mascara spreading from sweat and her eyes red from liquor. "It looks like you are."
She gives me a guilty grin. "I'm not the DD! I'm having some fun!"
I press a kiss to her hairline. "It's okay to let loose Mia girl. Just be careful."
Anastasia
Tonight is just what I needed. I needed to get dressed up, go out, get a little drunk, and have fun. When Elliot told me Ethan was coming, I panicked internally... I hadn't seen him since I broke up with him almost a year ago. The chemistry just wasn't there for us. I thought it was going to be super awkward and that Ethan might even be a little rude to me, but everything is fine. I find myself even dancing with Ethan now. He's happy, I'm happy, and it seems that time has mended everything between us.
I also got to meet Mia, Elliot and Christian's sister, and she seems a lot of fun. She's got loads of energy and has made me laugh so many times tonight. She was so ecstatic that Christian came and it's sweet to see their relationship. It's obvious that he feels for her how he feels for Ellie. He has a soft spot for his girls. Unfortunately, it makes him even more attractive.
"Dance with me."
I startle at Christian's voice in my ear while I'm dancing with Ethan and I turn to see him standing close behind me.
He looks over my head surveying the crowd before his gaze lands on Ethan. "I'm taking your dance partner." Wrapping an arm around me, he escorts me to a less crowded spot close to VIP.
"That was a little rude." I grin up at him, entertained he took me away from Ethan in the middle of a song.
He shrugs."It's my birthday... and he wants in your pants." His hands find my hips as we begin to move to the thumping music, his grip tightening as I grind against him.
I let out a super unladylike snort. "That's not happening."
"Why's that?" His arm loops around me and pulls me against him, my palms landing on his muscular chest.
"There's no chemistry there... you know... sexually." I don't know why I'm offering this up, but the alcohol might have something to do with it.
"He sucked in bed, huh?" He gives me a crooked grin.
"No, he didn't suck... just not what I wanted."
"How so?"
His hips grinding into mine has me dizzy and my brain feels foggy. I can feel his girth even through my skirt and I can only imagine what it may look like when the girth is this impressive just sitting snug in his pants. I find myself stilling my movements, needing a second to grasp what is going on. His hips still, too, but he doesn't let me go. I'm too worried he'll see my attraction if I look at him, so my eyes stay transfixed to my burgundy colored fingertips resting on his chest.
"Why do you care?"
He shrugs. "Just curious."
I sigh. I shouldn't tell him, but I know I'm going to. "He... he's too sweet."
"In bed?" Christian's voice in an octave higher and it makes me laugh. Finally, I find the guts to look up at him.
"Yea." I shrug. "He was always asking how I was feeling and how I wanted it... but when I told him what I wanted, he wouldn't do it. Said he didn't want to hurt me." I shake my head at the memory.
"What did you want, Anastasia? What do you want?" He grips me tighter and I can feel my heart beating harder in my chest.
"I... I don't know." I look down.
"That's bullshit. You know exactly what you want. Tell me." Grabbing my chin, he forces me to look at him while he holds me tight against him.
I lick my lips. "I want... I want someone who's confident enough in their abilities to not ask how I'm feeling or if it feels good. I want someone to take charge and be a little rough. I want someone to experiment with. To play around and find what we both like... and fuck. I want a man who knows the female body enough to get me coming every time." I shake my head, realizing I sound crazy. I close my eyes. "I'm asking too much. That kind of thing doesn't really happen, does it? I'm in dreamland."
I finally have the courage to open my eyes and find him looking down at me with hooded eyes. I feel his erection pushing against my lower stomach and I find myself shivering under his gaze.
I've said too much. Christian looks like he's ready to pounce and I need to remind him that I'm Ellie's nanny... that we can't fuck this up because I can't leave her. He'll fire me if this ends badly.
I open my mouth to tell him, but his mouth finds mine and my brain goes blank. It's a rough kiss, but when my brain catches up and I kiss him back, he softens the kiss and I find myself leaning into him. His lips are so soft, his tongue stroking and tasting my mouth in such a way that he has me moaning.
This is so wrong on every level... but I don't stop it. At this point my self control is nil. This sex on legs standing in front of me devouring me whole has all of it.
When he pulls away, I realize I have a vice grip on the front of his shirt. I begin to relax my grip, but he just tightens his, keeping me plastered against him. His nose nuzzles against mine, his forehead resting against my own. He lets out a deep sigh. "You need water."
"Huh?" My head is still fuzzy and I feel like I can't even form words right now. That was the hottest kiss I've ever had and now he's talking about water.
"If we're going to do this, I need you sober."
Do what exactly? My head jerks back so I can see his face. I don't believe what he is saying. I don't know what to say or what to ask... I know I should decline, but I can't seem to tell this man no right now. "O-o-okay." I stutter ridiculously.
He looks relieved as a grin forms on his face. Leaning in, he kisses me quickly. "Good girl. Let's find you some water."
After grabbing a water at the bar, he pulls me back toward the VIP area so I can drink my water that he's gung-ho about and sober me up a little. Now, I feel awkward sitting here alone with him. I take a deep drink from the water bottle while he stares at me.
He reaches up and wipes the water off my bottom lip when I lower the bottle. "Keep drinking, babydoll."
I'm annoyed that my body goes into overdrive with the new pet name. I'm obviously not doing it quickly enough for him, because he takes the bottle from me and presses it to my lips so I'll drink.
Soon, the bottle is empty and I take a deep breath, trying to catch my breath after chugging the water. He discards the empty bottle onto the table and pulls me closer to him, his hand slipping to the nape of my neck to pull my mouth to his. My toes curl in my shoes. His mouth is phenomenal. I've never experienced anything like this.
When he pulls away, I feel drunk all over again. I can't help my smirk when I notice he looks it too, even though he hasn't had anything to drink.
"I need to take you home now."
I nod, eager. Take me home, Grey. I can't wait to see how this is going to play out.
Christian
What the fuck am I doing?
We're almost home and the girl beside me hasn't said a word since I dragged her out the backdoor of the club and threw her in the car. Her fingers are playing with the bottom of her skirt and she seems nervous. Maybe now that she's sobered up, she's regretting it.
"Tell me what's on your mind." I need to know if she's still wanting and willing.
She looks up at me from her spot in the passengers seat and gives me a shy grin. "That I wish we were there already."
I smile and reach over to take her hand so I can bring it to my lips. "Not much longer."
She wiggles in her seat. "I hope I haven't ruined this skirt."
Fuck. "Panties soaked, babydoll?"
I hear her whimper. "You could say that."
"They're mine now." I don't know why, but I have a strong urge to take them.
"Oh? Do this with all your conquests?"
I roll my eyes. So damn sassy. I pick her hand back up that is still nestled in mine and bite the pad of her thumb, making her hiss. "No, Anastasia. I've never taken a woman's panties before... But I want yours."
I let go of her hand so I can pull into the lane and enter the security code to the gates. They open at the slowest rate possible and I find myself bouncing my leg impatiently.
"About fucking time." I growl under my breath when they open enough for the SUV to slip in and I drive faster than I should up the drive.
I slam it in park and both of us scramble out of the car. When we meet in front of it, I pull her in for another kiss, aching to touch her in some way.
"I'm going to fuck you now."
She nods eagerly.
I grab her and throw her over my shoulder so I can hustle towards the guest house. It takes longer than it should to find the key on my keyring because I'm in such a fucking hurry, but I finally force myself to take a breath and relax long enough to find it.
The door swings open and I slam it shut as I take her straight to her bedroom, yanking her shoes off on the way.
I throw her down on the bed and give her a grin. "We're going to have some fun, Ms. Steele."
XxXxXx
"Christian, please, Christian!" Her head is rolling from side to side on the bed, but I'm not finished marking her thighs yet. She's naked, beautiful and wet on the bed for me, but I haven't let her orgasm yet. I'm too busy leaving marks on the inside of her thighs. I started with one, kissed my way up and over, letting myself have a small taste of her before continuing onto the other side. She didn't like that. She wanted me to continue, but she'll wait.
"Patience, Ana."
She groans. "I have none."
"I've noticed." I press kisses up her thigh to her hip, where I bite down lightly making her hips thrust forward. I kiss my way over to her lower abdomen and down, sucking on the bare spot right above her cunt.
Her hands are suddenly pushing my head down as she begs please over and over.
I chuckle and kiss her center, making her legs open even farther for me. "Okay, babydoll, okay. I've got you." Fuck. She's so soaked, the bed is wet. Knowing I've caused it is so fucking satisfying and I find myself groaning as I begin to lap at her clit.
"Yes, that's what I need Christian." She's already panting. "Exactly what I need." Her nails scrape through my hair and it goes straight to my dick. I press my hard-on into the mattress to get some relief while I continue to eat her out. A few more strokes of my tongue and a couple of fingers inside of her and she comes like a damn freight train, screaming my name, it muffled from her thighs that have clamped around my head. I swear she's going to tear my fucking hair out as she comes, but slowly she relaxes her grip and her legs fall open.
"Wow." She pants, her hands over her heart as she tries to recover. I love women like this. Like it was the best fucking experience of their life and I'm the one responsible for it.
A smug smirk is on my lips as I kiss my way back up her body, nuzzling into her abdomen as I go. I give her time to recover while I entertain myself with her beautiful breasts, kissing and suckling on the right before kissing my way over to the left, giving it the same treatment. I palm the other, enjoying the natural softness of what I imagine are B cups. They're a handful and I can't help but notice how perfectly they fit in my hands. My eyes gaze up at her as I leave a lovebite on the top mound of her breast and see her eyes finally open.
I release her breast with a pop and push myself up her body to claim her mouth. "Welcome back, baby."
She grins. "I've never had anyone pay so much attention to my body."
Well, I don't like that. "That's a fucking shame. It's perfect. It deserves to be worshipped and marked." Using my teeth, I tug at her full bottom lip that's still swollen from kissing. Whatever brand lipstain she bought is worth its weight in gold cause the burgundy hasn't smeared. Her hips raise as I let it go.
"Ready for more?" I tease her, pulling and tweaking her nipple.
She moans. "Yes, please. I need you inside of me."
I hum. "I like that." I run a hand down her body. "Are you on birth control, Anastasia?"
She nods.
Thank fuck. It didn't occur to me until now that the condom in my wallet is at least a year old and might be expired. "I'm clean, baby, I promise."
"Me, too. I was just tested six months ago."
I still for a beat, my heart lurching at what that means, but I push it out of my mind. Not the time.
Pushing myself up, I settle between her legs on my knees. "Pull your legs up, babydoll."
I catch her biting that delectable lip while her eyes are hooded, locked on my hard cock. I like that she's so affected by me. I can't help myself and I reach down to stroke it.
She moans as her hips shimmy. "Please, Christian. Stop teasing."
Giving her her way, I scoot closer, using my hand to guide myself over her slit, coating my cock with her slickness so it's easier to enter her. Just that has her moaning.
"So sexy, Anastasia. You've got the prettiest little cunt. I need to go slow. I need you to take all of me." I push myself into her a few inches and her toes curl into the bed.
"Yes, Christian." She's breathless. "I want all of you. I need you to come deep. As deep as you can."
"Why's that babydoll?" I try to press into her further, but she's too tight. I have to thrust a little, pushing myself in about halfway before I still again, letting her get used to the stretch.
Her knuckles are white as she clings to the sheets below her. "Because..." She licks her lips as she pants. "Because I need it to last. There is something so sexy about being marked by a man." She gives me a bashful look and I grin.
"You mean to tell me," I thrust a little, shoving a more of my cock into her, "that you want to carry my cum inside of you all day tomorrow?" Fuck. She's so damn sexy.
She chews her lip. "Did I just freak you out?"
I'm so fucking turned on, I find myself slamming into her, making her cry out as I shove the rest of myself into her. I force myself to still when I see her eyes brimming with tears. I imagine the sting is strong, but I'm a patient man, I'll wait.
I lean over her now that I'm tucked inside of her and press her into the mattress, giving her a kiss on the mouth. I nuzzle her nose.
"You just won yourself two loads, babydoll. That's how I feel about that." I move my hips a little, only moving a few inches back and forth, giving her time to loosen up enough for me to really start moving. The motion has her legs wrapping around me while her hands grip my shoulders.
"You can do that?"
I grin as my forehead rests against hers. "I'm very talented."
She giggles, but it's cut short when I start to deepen my thrusts. "Fuck, you feel good, Christian."
"That's what I like to hear."
Anastasia
I wake hearing my phone going off, or at least what I think is my phone. Opening my eyes, I see Christian sit straight up in my bed, his cell phone in his hand.
"Shit. I forgot to cancel Ellie's lessons for this morning."
It seems that he's talking to himself cause he isn't looking at me and I wonder if he even realizes I'm awake. Last night was the most intense sexual experience I've ever had. I had admitted to him what I wanted and the man delivered with ease.
"Happy birthday, Christian." I grin, glad that I could be the one to give him some birthday sex. I roll and wince, feeling the soreness between my legs. So worth it. Just a beautiful reminder.
"Anastasia!" He startles, realizing I'm awake. "Fuck, I'm sorry." He pushes himself out of bed and I'm confused.
"Christian? Calm down. What's wrong?" I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest.
"I shouldn't have forced myself on you. We shouldn't have done this. This is going to fuck everything up!"
"Easy, Christian. You didn't force anything. We are adults. We can be mature about this. We had some fun last night and that's okay. I'm not some virgin who's going to be chasing you around, begging for your attention. Enjoy the birthday sex and move on. Don't let your overactive mind ruin what we did." I figured this was going to be a one time thing and I'm okay with that. I used the car ride to get myself emotionally ready for it.
I take advantage of him standing there and take in his sexy naked body in front of me. His shoulders are strong, his body lean like a swimmer's and his ab muscles are framed by the sexy V that leads to the anaconda he calls a penis. I bite my lip at the memory of him filling me last night. He stretched me to my limit, making it sting, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. There wasn't one centimeter of my center he didn't completely consume.
"I see that look on your face, Ms. Steele." His body relaxes as he slides back into bed beside me, opening his arm so I can curl up into him, my head on the front of his shoulder. I can't help myself as my palm runs over his stomach muscles, sliding up to his chest, over his hair and what looks to be chicken pox scars.
"You know, before Ellie was born, I couldn't bear to let anyone touch me like this."
My hand stills over his heart, where I can feel it beating against my palm.
"Oh?" I crane my neck up to look at him.
He nods against the pillow. "When I was little, someone used me as an ashtray," I gasp, but he keeps going. "Since then I couldn't bear it. It felt like the burns were fresh anytime someone tried."
I have tears in my eyes, but I swallow my sob. I don't want him to think I'm pitying him when he's opening up to me.
"But Ellie changed that for you?"
"When I found out Leila was pregnant, I decided to go through intensive touch therapy so that I could have a bond with my daughter."
"Christian..." My chin trembles. "That's beautiful." I roll to my stomach, my chin resting along his sternum. "And you no longer feel any pain when you're touched?"
He grins down at me. "No. Just warmth. I find myself even craving the affection sometimes." He shrugs against the pillow.
I push myself up and straddle his hips, enjoying the way he licks his lips when he stares down at my breasts. Leaning over, I press a kiss to each one of his scars and I hear him groan.
He squeezes my hips. "It is my birthday. Maybe I deserve one more birthday fuck."
My face breaks out into a huge grin. "Definitely deserve another."
I begin to descend down his body, disappearing under the sheets as I press kisses to each piece of flesh I can get my lips on until I meet my goal.
"Oh, looky here, "I press a kiss to the head if his hard penis. "Someone is eager." As I wrap my mouth around the head, a long moan comes from the man underneath me.
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