“Where’s your room?” She would never admit it, but she was disappointed that Gabe wasn’t so turned on by her that he needed to plow her in the hallway.
He diverted his gaze and tilted his chin, but she saw the smirk on his sensual lips. “In a hurry?”
Apparently he wasn’t.
“You promised me room service.” She wasn’t cold, but she hugged herself and rubbed her hands up and down both arms. She still wasn’t sure if he was even interested in continuing what they’d started. She’d never encountered a man who could go from full throttle to full stop in three seconds flat. He’d seemed to want her when they’d first entered the elevator. She’d felt his excitement pressed against her and still felt the uncomfortable wetness of her panties. When she’d admitted she wanted him, he’d pushed her away. What game was he playing anyway? She didn’t have enough experience with worldly men to figure out how to proceed. Should she play hard to get, tear her clothes off, or jump him? Retreat? She glanced at the elevator, weighing her options. If she was the one to call this off, it wouldn’t be quite so devastating to her already wounded ego.
Gabe wrapped an arm around her back and directed her across the hall. He slipped his keycard into a slot and a tiny light turned green. “I think I’m gonna have to go back on that promise, Melanie,” he said and opened the door.
Was he really going to tell her to get lost? Why had he even brought her here? She glared up at him. “Why? Do you think it’s funny to—”
He pushed her into the room and closed the door. Her heart rate kicked up as he gazed at her in the soft lamplight. There was no mistaking the heat in his appreciative stare. He was back to full throttle. Oh, thank God.
“I usually have better control.” He reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. “But I can’t wait any longer. If it wasn’t for the security camera in the elevator, I would have done you right there.” He traced the lacy edge of the cup of her bra, his gaze riveted on her chest. “When you asked me to fuck you, I almost came down my leg, Mel. Fuck, I’m hard for you.”
And she’d thought he was either playing hard to get or not attracted to her. Her confidence surged. “Take off your pants, Gabe.” She flipped on an overhead light with the wall switch. “I want to get a good look at that tattoo.”
He grinned and stripped off his shirt. She could stare at him shirtless for an eon and never tire of the sight of his toned body. He was beautiful.
Two tattoos decorated his chest. The one on the right was an amazingly realistic image of a gray wolf. The one on his left pec was an equally realistic image of a cougar. Melanie’s gaze slowly made its way down firm pecs, over chiseled abs, to rest on one sexy ridge at his hip. Again the hint of his tattoo above the waistband of his low-slung jeans caught her attention. Again she couldn’t fathom what it was. She reached for his belt. He caught her hand.
“Maybe you should familiarize yourself with the ink on my back first. The one on my hip might be too much for you to handle.”
She chuckled. “Oh really?”
“There’s no way to show it to you and keep my cock in my pants.”
She snorted with amusement. “Oh no, I definitely wouldn’t want that.”
Gabe turned slowly and faced the wall. When the gorgeous phoenix tattooed over the entire surface of his back came into view, Melanie’s breath caught. Wow. The work was stunning. The skin it decorated, irresistible. Melanie approached him, splaying her hands over his enticing flesh. She didn’t know what she expected tattooed skin to feel like. To find that it was as warm and smooth as regular skin surprised her. Gabe’s muscles twitched beneath her palms; an excited rasp laced each rapid breath. The scent of his body beckoned her and she stepped close, inhaling deeply. Her tongue begged to sample his flesh, to determine if he tasted as good as he smelled.
“I love it,” she said. “The details in the feathers are amazing.” She took a closer look. “The eyes look so realistic. Why a phoenix?”
“It’s a symbol of my rebirth,” he told her. “From the man that everyone wanted me to be into the one I was meant to be.”
She pressed her lips to a shoulder blade decorated by an extended wing inked in red, orange, yellow, and black. “Nice choice,” she said. She drew her tongue over his skin.
“Thanks, I had it custom drawn.”
“Not the tattoo,” she said, “though it is beautiful. Nice choice on choosing the man you were meant to be.”
Melanie slid both hands around his body to stroke his chest. She couldn’t detect his ink by touch, but when her fingertip brushed the barbell piercing his nipple, a surge of liquid heat converged between her thighs. Engulfed by desire, Melanie pressed her lips to his spine and rubbed the bit of metal in a gentle circle with her thumb. She wondered what it would feel like to have her nipple pierced and Gabe’s lips tugging at it. Would she be able to feel that pull inside and out? Her breasts suddenly heavy and aching, she crushed them into his back and ran her hands down his lean, hard stomach.
“So you’re no longer lusting over the awkward band geek with braces?” he asked.
Unable to resist the temptation, she pushed her hand into his front pocket and shifted his cock in her palm. So long and hard and huge. Her pussy throbbed with longing. “I don’t know. Was that guy as well hung as you are?”
His breath caught and his abs tightened beneath her other exploring hand. She trailed kisses over his back while gently stroking his cock through the soft cotton of his pocket lining.
“Yeah, but he didn’t know how to use it.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pocket before turning to face her. “Fortunately, I do.”
As his heated gaze roamed her chest, her smart remark died on her tongue. His hand moved to her back to unfasten her bra with practiced ease. He removed the bit of pink lace and underwire and dropped it on the floor. “Beautiful,” he murmured. His fingertips brushed over her taut nipples, and her back arched involuntarily. Gabe’s hands slid down her belly and unfastened her belt. The button of her fly popped free. He tugged her zipper down, inch by inch.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Too fucking slowly.
She was on fire.
Melanie reached for his belt. She unfastened it and opened his fly. Before he could stop her, she jerked his pants down his thighs to reveal the tattoo on his hip. She squatted in front of him for a closer inspection—a lion?—but found the gorgeous hard cock in front of her far more interesting than any artistic design. Veins bulged beneath the darkened skin of his dick. The tip curved upward pleasingly. Its swollen head glistened with a hint of pre-cum. Melanie’s tongue darted out to sample a taste of him and Gabe groaned in torment. Smiling at his response, Melanie pressed her palm against his hip and used her other hand to direct his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against the thick ridge on the underside. Sucking hard, she pulled back until her lips bumped over the crown of its head, before surging forward to take him deep within her mouth.
Gabe drew a sharp breath through his teeth. “Melanie . . . Wait.”
She tilted her head back to look up at him. He stroked her hair from her face with one hand.
“Don’t get me anymore worked up than I already am; I have surprises for you.” He glanced over his shoulder into the suite. “In my luggage.”
She tugged her head back, releasing him from the tight suction of her mouth. “What kind of surprises?”
“I’ll show you. Just . . . if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come and then I’ll probably fall asleep afterward.”
She stared up at him in disbelief. “I’ve never known a guy to turn down oral sex before.”
“At least let me reciprocate.”
He wrapped both arms around her, pressing her bare breasts firmly into his chest. The piercing in his nipple rubbed against her areola, and she thought she’d explode with lust. That forbidden piece of jewelry made her feel so naughty. So reckless. He made her feel that way. She loved all the unconvention
al things about him. She was starting to see why Nikki was so attracted to bad boys.
Belly-to-belly, Gabe walked her backward into the large open living area of the suite. When she turned her head to take in the lushly decorated room, he paused. She looked up at him in question and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Melanie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, making no protest when he pushed her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed her ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him, his thick cock prodding her in the belly.
He started moving her backward again. This time he didn’t stop until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased her down onto the mattress, still kissing her. When he had her where he wanted her, he lifted his weight onto his hands, tugged his mouth free of her eager lips, and stared down at her.
“Your pants are in my way,” he murmured.
She tried to struggle out of them—they were in her way as well—but their bellies were plastered together and he had her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower body.
“Don’t rush,” he said. “I want to look at you first.”
He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of her shoe, and she stopped.
“Show me how you like it,” he said.
“What?”
“I couldn’t tell if you like it gentle or rough, so show me.”
“How am I supposed to show you?”
“Touch your breasts.”
“Gabe, I’d like anythi—”
The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties right off her body. “Show me, Mel.”
She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in both hands. Wasn’t the entire purpose of having a partner to get her off so she didn’t have to do it herself? She plucked at her nipples until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her hands.
“Satisfied?”
He chuckled. “Not even. Take off your panties.”
“Gabe . . . ”
“Take them off.”
She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them off over her butt.
“Not like that.” He leaned across the bed and covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely, deliberate tease. “Look at me while you slip them off,” he said. “So I can’t decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my first glimpse of your swollen pussy. Is it wet?”
“Dripping.”
His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.
How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her what he liked, telling her in the same way he’d asked her to tell him. She’d never been with a man who gave instructions, and she’d never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed, but maybe with Gabe it wouldn’t be awkward. Maybe for once she wouldn’t have to fake her orgasm.
“I understand,” she whispered. “I’ll follow your instructions.”
Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as she slowly worked her panties down her legs. He glanced down to check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning his gaze to her eyes.
“That’s sexy,” he whispered. “I want to look at your body, but denying myself makes me want you more.”
She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room air.
He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick cock in one hand. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “your scent is driving me insane.” He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. “Tell me what you like, baby. I want to please you.”
Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk to him. “I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same time?”
She cracked an eyelid open to see if he’d been paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.
“What else makes you hot?”
You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.
She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his breathing harsh and raged.
“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Even if I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.” She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d scarcely touched her.
She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing him. There was no way he could get it wrong.
“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I start coming and my pussy is clenching, he pounds two fingers into me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and higher.”
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”
She never expected to like this openness in the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And showing him? It just made her even hotter.
“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my clit until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the cum off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”
He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue brushed against her clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her clit and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the way she’d showed him.
“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her clit and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No one’s ever done that . . . Oh God! Wait. I think . . . ”
He released her clit, leaving her orgasm just out of reach. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “You just told me you like to be teased.”
“Maybe I’m multi-orgasmic.”
“Are you?” His tongue brushed her clit, and he continued to trace her aching opening with two fingers.
“I don’t know. No guy has ever made me come before.”
His eyes widened. “Never?”
“Not unless I help him out by touching myself.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head. “I wish I were. I usually just fake it.” Why had she told him that? Her face heated with embarrassment.
“Don’t fake it with me, Mel. If what I’m doing isn’t working for you, tell me.”
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��s working for me. That sucking thing really worked for me.” She hoped he took her hint without making her beg him to suck her clit again.
“Do you like a finger in your ass when you come?” he asked before his tongue flicked her clit again. Her entire body jerked in response.
“I don’t think so.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Well, no, but . . . ”
“I’ll do it. You tell me if you like it or not.”
Her already thundering heart raced out of control. What in the world was she agreeing to? “Okay.”
He fell silent as he concentrated on pleasing the flesh between her legs with his lips. His tongue. His hands. The suckling sounds were almost as erotic as the feel of his mouth on her. He traced her slippery lips with his fingertips, teasing her until she bucked against his hand.
“Fuck me, Gabe. Please. Just . . . Just put it in and pound me. Pound me hard. I want you so bad.”
His finger slid deep, and she took a strangled breath. She rocked against his hand, wanting him to thrust his fingers in and
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