by K. I. Lynn
I had been two sips from walking out, ending the night early, when Atticus appeared beside me. His blue eyes held me in thrall, his voice on edge, and those were only the first two things I noticed about the man.
There was a dusting of stubble accentuating his strong jaw, and he had a straight nose, perfectly styled light brown—possibly dirty blond—hair, with similarly colored brows that shadowed his intense gaze.
His lips.
Immediately my body flamed red-hot just imagining his lips ghosting across my skin. I forced myself to look away and focus on the charcoal-colored suit that hugged his body in the most perfect way.
When I took his hand, I was pleasantly surprised by his height. At five-and-a-half feet tall, pretty close to six-feet in heels, he was still inches above me.
Two hours later, I was as entranced by his eyes, his lips, and his body as I had been when I first saw him. His voice left me wet and wanting from the beginning. I’d just returned to the VIP lounge from a trip to the bathroom, where I’d removed my thong and shoved it into the pocket of my dress, preferring the cool air to the damp sensation.
When I pushed through the heavy curtain, I was greeted by Atticus’s warm smile.
“You didn’t run off.”
I quirked a brow at him. “Is that code for I should have left?”
He stood and stepped toward me as I moved to the railing. Rhys had disappeared while I was away, leaving us alone with the heavy crackling of attraction that pulled us together.
I swallowed hard and looked out over the crowd, trying to tamp down the lustful thoughts I was having about the gorgeous man.
My hips swayed to the beat as I let my mind go and lost myself. A gasp left me as my skin electrified, and I slowed the roll of my hips.
Atticus’s strong chest was against my back, his arms on either side of me, caging me against the railing. The warmth of his body muddled my mind. The heat of his breath against my neck followed by the light brush of his lips and stubble had me pushing back into him.
“I don’t do this, ever, but I have a hotel room a few blocks away. I would hate for the evening to end,” he said against my ear, his voice a low, gravelly tone, deep and rich, that sent shivers down my spine.
Every word the man said held an air of power, and his voice projected confidence.
I’d never had a one-night stand, yet with the tangible chemistry between me and the man behind me, I had a feeling that was about to change.
“It would be a first for me,” I said as I arched my neck and leaned back against him.
He let out a low groan before lightly nipping my neck just below my ear, sending a jolt through my system.
“Is that a yes?” He rocked his hips against my ass, and my mouth popped open at the feel of his hard length pressing against me.
I moved my hips, grinding against him for a moment before twisting to look at him. His eyes were dark, lips only a few inches away. Craning my neck, I nipped at his bottom lip, then ran my tongue against it to soothe the sting, loving the way his gaze darkened.
“Yes.”
He reached up and gripped my jaw, holding me in place as his lips pressed fiercely against mine. “Let’s go.”
Rhys entered just as we were exiting, surprise on his face morphing into a knowing smirk.
“Have a good night,” he said with a wink.
“Good night. Thanks for the fun,” I said as Atticus pulled me out and down the hallway.
His demeanor was almost frenzied with the way he bulldozed through the crowd, but when we made it outside to the street, he relaxed.
“I didn’t want to lose you,” was all he said as he slowed to a more manageable pace.
My hand was warm in his as we walked a few blocks down to Le Magnifique, a five-star hotel that I could never afford to stay in.
His touch was forceful in a desperate sort of way, one that fueled the fire inside me with each bit of movement. He couldn’t seem to let go of my hand. And the farther we walked, the tighter he gripped me. Was he afraid I was going to change my mind? As if there was a choice in the matter.
I’d never been more drawn to a man. Nor had I ever been more desperate to feel one’s lips or body on mine.
Somehow, we managed not to maul each other in the elevator, but we were barely through the door when he pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing to mine. The fire that had started the moment I looked up into his sapphire eyes exploded into a raging inferno, burning every vein as my blood moved through my body.
He held my jaw tight, his thumb and fingers digging in as he devoured my mouth, his other hand fisting the back of my hair, threading through the shorter ends as he tried to possess me.
His tongue created a spiraling shock that moved through me, and I was trapped in the gravity of him too far to notice his fingers pulling at the tie on the back of my dress until the top slipped down and fabric pooled low on my hips.
A light pull at the zipper and my dress was a puddle of fabric at my feet.
“No panties?” he growled.
“I lost them.”
“Lost them?”
“Yes. They were wet from being so close to you.”
A groan left him and the intensity rolling off him increased. “Tell me why.”
My fingers flexed against his chest and I bit down on my bottom lip. “Because every word out of your mouth goes straight to my clit.”
His lips tugged up into a smug smile.
“You seem to have lost all of your clothing,” he said, his gaze traveling all the way down, sending a blaze of heat across my skin as he went.
“Your fault again. I think you wanted to see me naked.”
His hand slipped between my thighs, and I gasped as his fingers slid against my clit, then down until he had two fingers buried inside me. A high-pitched cry left me, my muscles tense from the sudden explosion of pleasure.
“I think you may be right. Do you want to know what I know?” he asked. My eyes glazed over, lips parting as his fingers moved in and out, sliding across my clit as he did.
“W-what’s that?”
He pried my mouth open and slipped his thumb in, which I instantly lapped at, earning a strained groan. “That you will look exquisite when you come on my cock.”
I reached forward and gripped his bulge, earning a low rumble from his chest and a harder drive of his fingers.
Fuck, he was thick.
He tilted my head back, his thumb slipping from my mouth just as his teeth scraped across the length of my neck.
Complete control was his, and it felt so good.
“You know what will look great as well?” I asked. Each breath reached higher in pitch as he drove me closer and closer to orgasm.
He kissed and nipped his way up to my ear before biting lightly on my earlobe. “What’s that?”
I turned my head so that I could get closer to his ear, and his hand dropped down to rest lightly on my neck.
“My lips wrapped around your cock,” I whispered, giving him a squeeze. He groaned, then bit down on my neck before his touch vanished from my body.
A whimper left me, but when I looked into his eyes, the predator that looked back sent a jolt of excitement through my system.
“On your knees.” He removed his suit jacket before working open his belt and then his slacks. By the time my knees hit the marble floor, I was at eye level. It had been a while since I’d been up close and personal with a man, but I didn’t remember ever being as intimidated before.
My whole body flushed in anticipation, and I reached out. He was warm, heavy, and thick. I wasn’t some petite little thing, but even my fingers couldn’t encircle his girth. My pussy clenched in anticipation of having him inside me, filling me, stretching my walls.
I looked up at his dark eyes that watched me. He reached out and gripped my jaw again before slipping his thumb into my mouth.
“Suck it, just like that,” he growled before releasing me.
Leaning forward, I ran my
tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the tip before closing my lips around the head. I worked my way down, loving each sigh and low vocalization that slipped from him.
“You’re right. You are a vision with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
I released him and dipped lower, my tongue circling one of his balls before sucking it into my mouth. Another curse hissed through clenched teeth, and I repeated the action on the other side as I pumped his length before returning to swallow as much as I could, starting at the head.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” He pushed on the back of my head, and I choked, unable to go as far as he wanted.
Another low growl vibrated deep in his chest and he pulled me up to my feet. A gasp left me as he delivered a painful but pleasurable slap to my clit before he stepped forward and grabbed my ass.
His fingers dug into my butt cheeks as he lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“You have a fantastic ass. I’m going to enjoy fucking you from behind and watching it bounce as you take my cock.”
“Promises, promises,” I said before nipping his neck. A growl rumbled in his chest before I was shocked by a sting across my butt before he started walking toward the bedroom.
I felt the hot head of his cock tapping against me with each step. A few more steps, and my stomach flipped as we fell onto the bed. His lips smashed to mine, and I was lost in the intoxicating hunger with which he possessed me.
He pulled back and I let out a whine, earning me another tap on my clit. “You are a needy little nymph,” he said as he pulled at his clothes. His tie went first, followed by his vest, dress shirt, and undershirt before he finally removed everything from his lower half.
The suit that looked painted on only hid the body of a god beneath the rich fabrics. Lean, taut muscles, strong, broad chest and shoulders, defined abs, and even that heavenly, groan-inducing V. The man was perfection of the male species.
I reached down to pull off my heels, but his hand grasped mine, stopping me.
“Leave those on for now.” He gripped my breast, drawing my nipple between his fingers and tugging, making me cry out. “Mmm, I like that sound.”
He retreated again before pulling a condom from the bedside drawer and putting it on. My thighs rubbed together as I bit down on my lip, entranced by the flawless specimen before me.
I scooted back up the bed as he closed in. With strong hands, he pushed my thighs open, licking his lips as he stared down at my pussy.
He smacked his cock against my clit, making me jump and grind my hips against him as he positioned himself.
“Here’s one promise for you,” he said, then slammed his hips against mine. I lost all thought as he drove in, filling me in a way I didn’t think I ever had been. My eyes fluttered, and my mouth fell open as he stretched me. His lips were against my ear, but I was still lost in the initial shock and pleasure. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.”
The pace he set up was hard and unrelenting, my back arching under his assault. His lips were fire and sin, and I burned under their touch.
“Atticus,” I whimpered, my head thrown back.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. He lavished my neck with liquid fire, drowning me in desire while begging for more. I lost the ability to think, consumed by pleasure with every thrust as he pushed me higher and higher into ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he growled. One hand gripped my jaw again, tilting my head where he wanted.
I forced my eyes open, instantly losing myself in the intensity of his gaze.
The guttural groans coming from him had me squeezing around him even harder. His thrusts became more aggressive, faster, and a scream left me as every muscle tensed, then let go.
“That’s it, fucking come,” he snarled.
I barely registered the last hard slams of his hips against mine, but I felt every twitch of his cock inside me.
His breath was hard and harsh against my neck, and I knew mine was the same.
Wow.
Never had a guy done to me the things Atticus had just done. For one, I came. Hard. And I felt like it was just a promise of more to come.
For another, the chemistry was off-the-charts hot.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, a relaxed grin on his face. I whimpered when he pulled out, missing the full feeling of having him inside me.
He stood and pulled off the condom before throwing it in the trash.
“Water?” he asked as he headed through the door.
“Yes, please.” I rolled over in time to watch his sinful ass walk away.
Happy Birthday to me!
The night had done a complete one-eighty compared to how I thought it would go when I left my apartment.
When he returned, he handed me a bottle of water, which I greedily downed as he sat next to me. The room service menu was in his hand, and he opened it before passing it to me.
“I’m hungry. You?”
I blinked at him. “I kinda worked up an appetite.”
“Get whatever you want. You’ll need the calories.”
A shiver zipped down my spine at the rough edge of his voice. “I will?”
He smirked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Really?” I asked as I bit down on my lip and scanned the menu. A sigh of disappointment fell over me. “They don’t have much this late.”
“Whatever you want. Don’t worry about the time.”
“What makes you so special?” I asked, curious where his confidence came from.
“We’re in the penthouse. Trust me.”
It was then it really hit me—we were in the penthouse.
Sometime in the early morning hours, we had both succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep. When I woke, I found I was snuggled into Atticus’s side, my head on his chest, legs wrapped with his.
Tilting my head back, I found blue eyes looking at me and felt the soft caress of fingers across my back.
“Good morning.”
My face burned, and I looked away. “Good morning.”
The situation felt like he would have kicked me out when done, and I would have been doing the walk of shame back to the train station, but that wasn’t what happened at all. While I didn’t expect, nor want, any declarations of anything, I immensely enjoyed the peace that moved between us, light and airy, while the warmth of his skin against mine settled into my affection-starved bones.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his fingers never faltering in their caress.
“A little sore, but good. You?”
“Hungry.”
I looked back up and met his gaze. The brightness had dimmed, overtaken by a darkness. The intense moment was cut short by his stomach grumbling beneath my hand.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and neither could he. “What do you want first?”
“Move your hand down a little more, and I think you’ll figure it out.”
“Bathroom first.” I pulled away from him, instantly missing his warmth as I dashed to relieve myself. Once done, I found Atticus walking in, heading to the sink where he picked up a toothbrush. Looking to the other sink, I noticed a complimentary toothbrush and followed suit, giving my mouth a quick cleaning.
When he was done, he moved to the massive shower and turned it on. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock as it bobbed about, hard and needy and completely hypnotizing, especially after the night’s events.
He pulled me into the shower with him, pressing my back against the cold tiles. Just as the night before, he picked me up, my legs wrapping around him as the warm water crashed down on us. He teased me with his lips, ghosting them across mine before pulling back, a smirk greeting me. Before he could do it again, I cupped his face and pulled his lips to mine.
What started out as a languid consumption quickly escalated into a ravaging. And I loved every second. A ragged sigh left me when I felt the head of his cock push through my pussy lips,
and I sank down on his length.
That seemed to morph his frenzy into a slow, sensual thrusting.
“You are absolutely divine.”
Though sore from our night, a slow burn grew, intensifying with each thrust.
“I want to come,” he hissed, looking down to where we were connected before finding my eyes again. He reached between us and brushed his fingers across my clit. We both moaned, and his teeth clenched.
“Come, Ophelia.” The pressure of his fingers increased with the speed of his thrusts. “I need you to come, baby.”
My thighs shook as I clenched down around him, my head tilted back into a scream. His teeth dug into my neck, and he groaned as he pulled out, his cock pulsing as his cum shot out, landing on my breasts and stomach.
As we came down, I reached up and brought his forehead down to mine. “Where did you come from?”
He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine. “Come on, let’s clean up.”
Once we were washed and I was dried off, I wobbled toward the door to determine where my dress had been deposited. There was a chuckle behind me as I braced myself against the wall.
“Yeah, yeah, job well done.”
He chuckled again. “I’m known for being an overachiever.”
With some pain, weakness, and effort, I bent over and picked up my dress from the floor. I gasped at the feel of hands on my hips, pulling me. A groan left him as he ground against me.
“Don’t show off your pussy if you don’t want my cock. It just makes me want you more.”
I could feel him hardening behind me. “Did you swallow a bottle of Viagra or something?”
“You are the drug. No other stimulants necessary.” He thrusted his hips, groaning. “Love watching this ass.”
I straightened, much to both of our disappointments, but it didn’t keep his hands from wandering around my body. One hand was on a breast while the other slipped between my legs.
“Atticus,” I whimpered.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name like that.”
I leaned my head back on his shoulder. “I should get going.”
“Should?”
“It’s already the afternoon.” Well, only by a few minutes.
