Eyes On You: A Blasphemy Novella by Laura Kaye
But one thing held her back from jumping off that cliff with Wolf. Her ex’s words still rang in her ear from the night she’d revealed her fantasies to the man she’d thought she could trust most in the world. And not just revealed them, but also asked him to make them come to life. Just once.
Geez, Liv. Fantasies are just that. I’m a partner. You’re coming up for partner. If we got caught, it would ruin our reputations. And since when is normal sex not enough for you?
As if her wanting to try out a fantasy wasn’t normal. As if she wasn’t normal.
Three years had passed since they’d split, and Liv was ninety-five percent over that relationship. But Caleb’s judgmental, dismissive tone about this still stuck with her.
“Where did you go just now?” Wolf asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said, reflexively.
“Don’t be,” he said. “Just tell me what you want. You want to have a drink with me? I want that, too. You want dinner, because you didn’t really touch yours? I’ll get you that ribeye or anything else you want. You want me to kiss you again, I will. In a damn heartbeat.”
Just tell me what you want.
It had been a long time since someone wanted nothing more than to please her. The fact that it was this beautiful man wanting to do so was more than a little heady.
“And what if…” Her heart hammered so hard her voice got breathy. “What if I wanted something more than kissing?”
* * * *
Wolf’s big hands slid into Liv’s hair, and he crowded her body with his until she was forced to tilt her head way back. “Then I’d take you up to my hotel room, press you against the window overlooking the street, and give it to you.”
He braced for her reaction, and deep satisfaction roared through him when her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, and her breathing quickened. Thank fuck he’d read the signs right. The way she’d held her pose against that wall until he’d given her permission to move. The way she’d repeated his words back to him, just like he’d commanded. The way she’d melted into his kiss in the middle of the bar.
The way she’d answered his silent question, Could you possibly want more than this, Olivia? with a Yes, please.
This woman was submissive and she got off on being watched. Which meant she was perfect. Perfect for him.
Liv licked her lips, and her expressive eyes made it clear she was waging some kind of internal debate. But he was in no rush, because if he got her upstairs, he was going to take all damn night.
Finally, she nodded. “Yes, please,” she whispered again.
“Say the words, Olivia. Tell me what you want.” It’d been a long time since he’d played with someone not in the BDSM lifestyle, or at least exploring entering it, and so he wanted it all spelled out.
“T-take me to your hotel room. And…press me against the window.”
He put his mouth to her ear. “And then what, sweetness?” Her floral scent was strong this close. He wanted to drink it down.
“And then…anything, Wolf. Everything.”
Wolf had them in the elevator in an instant. He had her pressed against the doors the second they closed. And he had his tongue back in her mouth.
And, Jesus, where she’d been pliant before, now she was aggressive, kissing him back, pulling his hair, grinding against him. Giving him as good as she got.
They spilled into the hallway of the fourth floor. Breathing hard and nearly marching, he guided her down to his corner room, the one he’d reserved in case his interview with the submissive had led to a desire for something that required more privacy.
But never had he imagined this. The intensity. The connection. The raging lust.
Between choosing this bar of all the bars in Baltimore, the prospective canceling, and Liv wanting to be rescued—and being into what he was into, it was almost as if meeting Liv had been destined.
Wolf believed in signs. And when Liv stood up from that table, she’d given him one.
Maybe what he needed wasn’t at Blasphemy after all. Maybe it was right here in front of him. In a fucking sexy five-foot-five-inch package, not including the three-inch heels with those seductive little ribbons.
The heavy door to the suite clicked shut behind them. Wolf held his ground as Liv ventured into the sitting room. She moved to the windows, exposed by the open curtains, and he knew exactly what she was seeing. The busy intersection below. Cars driving by on the street or idling at the stoplight. Throngs of people out for the game or heading to the rock concert at the venue a few blocks over.
He turned on one light, then another. It would soon be dark, and that light would draw attention from outside. Would make their window and any other illuminated window stand out in the darkness. Except their window would be filled with their silhouettes pressed to the glass, hot and sweaty and moving.
Should anyone look up and notice.
He came up behind her. His fingers brushed her hair aside and found the top of the zipper to her killer dress. He played with it, not yet pulling it down, not yet exposing her to his eyes—or all of theirs. “I want to fuck you against this window, Olivia. Do you want that?”
She went to turn, but he held her shoulders so that she remained looking outside. He could see her face well enough in the reflection of the glass, and he wanted her focused on being seen. “Yes, I want it,” she said. “Though I’ve never done this before. Picking up a stranger. Um, the window...”
“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, and I won’t get upset if you change your mind. Now, five minutes from now, or five minutes after that. Do you understand?” he said, needing to be sure. Normally he’d talk to a submissive about safewords and boundaries and hard and soft limits, but that’s not what this was. At least not yet. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make sure she understood that she was in control. No matter what.
She released a breath. “Yes, thank you.”
He shook his head and brushed his fingers back and forth along the neckline of her dress. “Don’t thank me for that. You should never let someone have more of you than you want to give. And you should never expect less from someone than you’d consider basic courtesy.”
“I think I need to get that on a T-shirt, Wolf,” she said, chuffing out a small, nervous laugh. “It’s good advice.”
Wanting to reassure her, he kissed the skin below her ear. “Something else for that Monday to-do list.”
Her laughter was real now. “I might need an assistant at this point.”
Smiling, he kissed her shoulder, finding it hard to resist her. “Before anything happens, I want you to text a friend. Tell them where you are.”
“Okay,” she said. “You’re…wow.” She retrieved the phone from her purse and sent the text. “All done.”
“Good,” he said, setting her things aside. “I just want you to enjoy this, Liv.” Smiling, he tugged at the zipper to her dress. It slid down. Slowly, so damn slowly. She gasped a little breath as the hotel’s cool air hit the smooth skin of her back. “All you have to do is tell me to stop or slow down or do something differently, and I will,” he said.
Liv nodded. “Don’t stop.” The dress fell to her feet in a flutter of material, exposing the long, curved slope of her back and the swell of her ass all wrapped in red lace lingerie.
God, she was brave and adventurous and so damn beautiful that Wolf could barely believe he’d found her. That he was going to have her. That she’d said yes, please.
He pressed his front against her back and let her feel the bulge of his hard cock against all her softness. “Hands on the glass, Liv,” he murmured, lips to her ear.
With a little shiver, she complied. “I’m on the pill, but I want you to use a condom,” she said.
“I was planning to, but I’m glad you said something,” he said, smoothing his hands from her shoulders to her wrists and back again, then down her ribs, his fingers just skimming the sides of her breasts.
“God, Wolf,” she said, another tremo
And her getting off hard was exactly what he intended to ensure. Because something inside him told him that, just like he’d said in the bar, he wasn’t going to want to let her go.
Chapter 3
Liv couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe that she was about to let a total stranger fuck her against a hotel window. But she didn’t want to be cautious or reasonable or respectable. She’d had a lifetime of that, and now she needed something more.
And if not doing this was normal, she didn’t want to be that, either.
She wanted this. She wanted to know what it was like to live her fantasy. She wanted Wolf.
So as his big hands roamed her body, she gave over to having what she wanted. For once.
Running kisses over her neck, her shoulder, her back, he pushed the lace of her cheeky underwear over her hips and down her thighs. They dropped to her ankles.
“Step out of your clothes,” Wolf said. “And spread your legs.”
The command was so damn sexy, she felt close to orgasming from the words alone. She did what he told her to do, and then stood there in a red bra and a pair of heels. The reflection of herself looking like that would’ve been arousing on its own, but paired with Wolf’s gaze meeting hers in the glass, they were a visual aphrodisiac.
“I want you to come before you take my cock, Olivia. I want you to come on my fingers with the whole world watching.” His left hand pressed hers to the glass, while his right smoothed down over her belly and cupped her pussy.
A long moan poured out of her from the shock of the contact. She’d had sex with two other men in the three years since she’d left her ex, but none of them had set her on fire the way Wolf was already doing.
And then his fingers spread her lips, glided through her wetness, slid inside her.
Her forehead sagged against the glass, her hair creating a little curtain around her face that at once left her feeling protected and exposed.
One finger, then two stroked her inside and out, penetrating deep, hitting her G-spot, circling her clit. He ground himself against her ass, and the feeling and the promise of his cock set her immediately on edge. On a groan, she turned her face toward him, and he rewarded her with a deep, wet, claiming kiss, his tongue mimicking in her mouth what his fingers did elsewhere. He tasted so good and he worked her even better, until she was panting and pressing and straining.
“Come on my fingers, Olivia. Come loud enough that the next room can hear you,” he said.
And, Jesus, it was like his words had been lifted from her every fantasy. How did he know what she wanted to hear? What she needed to hear? What she’d always dreamed of hearing?
“Yes,” she said. “Gonna come, Wolf.” The sensation was climbing, tightening, spiraling.
His other hand moved to her chest and yanked her bra down, freeing her breasts so that they just touched the glass.
It was the extra exposure that did it.
She came on a scream. “Oh God, oh God, Wolf!” She slapped a hand against the glass. “Oh, my fucking God.”
“Yes, Olivia. Yes,” he growled, his fingers still moving, still filling her, still commanding her pleasure.
He kissed her one more time, and then he pulled away, leaving her panting and trembling. Even though his reflection revealed that he was undressing, she peered over her shoulder, wanting to see the real thing.
His chest was lean and broad, muscled but not ridged. His shoulders and biceps were works of masculine art, and she’d always had a thing for those parts of a man’s body. His stomach was flat and…
She licked her lips as he pulled down his jeans. And oh man, his cock was freaking glorious. It jutted out from trimmed dark blond hair, long and curved upward, a bead of come at the tip. Because of her.
He retrieved a condom packet from his wallet, tore it open, and rolled it on. There was something about watching a man do that, particularly one she didn’t know well, that felt so damn intimate. It was possibly a ridiculous thought, given that she was standing there mostly naked, but she still felt it. Because it meant that Wolf was about to be inside her.
And she couldn’t wait another second.
“Please tell me we’ll do this more than once,” she said, her mouth running away from her. Her cheek suddenly felt hot against the cold glass.
He grinned. “Why’s that?”
In for a penny, in for a pound, she guessed. “Because I can’t decide if I want you more from the front or back, and I’m hoping maybe I won’t have to choose.”
Stroking his cock in that big fist, he nailed her with a scorching stare. “You want me, you got me.” He stepped in close.
“Are you even real, Wolf?” she whispered, her head spinning.
“What do you think?” he asked, finding her entrance and sliding slowly, agonizingly, and finally deep.
“Yes. God, yes,” she cried at the sensation of fullness.
“Keep your eyes on the streets, sweetness.”
She exhaled on a long, tortured moan that made it hard to keep her eyes open at all. “That’s so freaking good.”
Tugging her hips back, he started to move. Long, smooth strokes that set her whole body on fire. That curve in his cock was pure magic, making his head drag against her G-spot on every single thrust. She dropped her face and breasts to the glass, her hair the only thing between her cheek and the cold surface.
“Damn, you’re a fucking dream, Olivia.” He gripped her hips harder, and the rhythmic smack of their skin sounded out in the room.
A horn honked on the street below.
Through the curtain of her hair, Olivia watched as people strolled on the sidewalk, crossed the crosswalk, and weaved motorcycles through the traffic. Three cabs waited to turn left, and a bus lumbered through the intersection. How many of those people see us? How many of them just did a double take when they spotted us? How many of them might be taking a picture on their cell phone?
All of that excited her. It was risky, of course. Especially now that she owned her own business. But that was why she’d turned her face to the side and let the length of her hair create a little barrier. They would see her breasts and her stomach and her legs. They might see a man moving behind her. They would know what they were seeing. But they wouldn’t know it was her. Olivia Foster.
The riskiness got her off. Being seen got her off. Getting away with this got her off.
God, the reality was better than any imagining she’d ever done.
“I’m close again,” she rasped, more than a little shocked. Because she’d never been able to come more than once with any other man.
“Good, because I want to feel that cunt clamp down on my dick, Olivia. I want to feel your come on my balls,” he said, dirty words and hot breath equally thrilling in her ear. He flattened his palms against the front of her thighs and trapped her more fully against the glass. The change in position had him going deeper, the sensation more demanding, more intense. His thrusts shortened and quickened, forcing panting breaths out of her until she was deliciously dizzy.
The head of his cock created the most perfectly agonizing friction against that spot inside her. And that was what did it. “I’m coming, Wolf. Coming on you!”
“Christ,” he bit out as her core squeezed him through five mind-blowing strokes. “You’re so damn tight.”
In the wake of her orgasm, he didn’t let up one bit. He pushed both of her palms upward on the glass, his hands covering hers, and pressed her fully flat to the window.
“You still okay?” he rasped before dragging an open-mouthed kiss against the spot in front of her ear.
“Never better in my whole life,” she managed with a breathy chuckle. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt this alive before, and Wolf had been the one to make her feel this way.
“That’s what I like to hear. You’re going to make me come so fuc
“Want to feel it,” she said. “Want to feel it inside me.”
He came on a shout, his hips moving roughly through the orgasm, his cock jerking into her with each spasm. Afterward, he exhaled against her shoulder. “You’re amazing,” he whispered.
And Liv was once again wondering if this man was truly real.
* * * *
Wolf got her the ribeye.
Room service had arrived a half hour before, and they’d devoured their picnic dinner sitting on the floor of the little living room, backs against the couch, the coffee table their dining table.
And, of course, Wolf made it even more interesting by demanding that she wear his green dress shirt—and only his dress shirt—when the waiter delivered the food. It just covered her ass. Even still, with their clothes in heaps all over the floor, it was perfectly clear what they’d been doing before the food arrived.
Her cheeks had heated at the man’s purposeful efforts not to look, but she hadn’t minded. Something inside her had liked that the man knew. And that Wolf had known that she’d like it.
As they ate, they’d had a million little getting-to-know-you conversations. His last name was Henrikson. He’d been born in Sweden but immigrated to the U.S. with his family when he was ten. He worked in IT and was a specialist in designing, installing, and monitoring high-end security systems. He co-owned that company with a friend. So he was a business owner, like herself. Somehow it seemed appropriate that he kept an eye on people for a living…
“Tell me more about your flower shop,” Wolf said.
Liv smiled. “It’s called Flowers in Bloom and it’s been open for almost three years.” She took a deep breath and let the next words fly. “It was the promise I kept to myself when I discovered my fiancé screwing another woman a month before our wedding.” The revelation used to shame her, as if she’d done something wrong that had made him betray her, but she was over that now.