I slide my hands up her back, pulling her closer, tighter into me. I can’t seem to get her close enough. Too many barriers stand between us, and I don’t like it.
I growl as she nips at my lip and move my hand to the back of her head, pressing harder, firmer, bringing her in against me.
My head swims.
My breathing shallows.
My cock pulses rock hard between us.
The elevator slows. She notices and pulls back from me, but I don’t let her go, at least not until the elevator stops and the doors slide open. The 37 on the wall across from us and the rooms beyond beckons, and I sigh, releasing her.
“That was intense,” she whispers so low I don’t think she intended for me to hear it.
“Elevators…” and I leave it at that, grabbing her hand in mine as I lead her toward my door. It’s close, so it only takes a moment and I’m sliding my key into the lock.
I turn to her as I open the door. “Can I get you a drink?” I ask.
She smiles, blushes and shakes her head. She gives me a look through her eyelashes that screams everything raging inside me, and I push open the door.
The suite is nice, it’s been a good home the last few days, but I forget all about it when the woman standing next to me shrinks as she kicks off her heels at the same time her hands work on the clasps of her cloak. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she breathes.
I press her against the wall. “So are you.” I press my lips to hers again, and I hear her cloak slide to the floor, then her hand is in my hair.
My breathing goes ragged, my heart beats harder and faster as she fists my hair. Blood rushes past my ears as her tongue slides into my mouth and her hands into my hair.
My hands slide up her arms until I find the edge of her dress that runs to the deep V above her ass, and I slide my fingers beneath it. I grunt, and I feel her nod. I slide the slinky material down her arms and it falls down her chest, exposing her breasts. Her hands come away from my hair.
She unbuttons my jacket as she pulls from the kiss.
I get my first glimpse of her naked body. While the dress left little to the imagination as far as body style was concerned, it concealed a lot of beautiful, well-done ink covering the entire left side of her body.
“Wow,” I breathe.
She smiles, blushes, then tugs on my shoulders with both coats in her hands, pushing them down my shoulders. “Too many clothes,” she breathes with a slight grunt.
She’s down to a thong, and nothing more. “Easy for you,” I smirk at her.
Her eyes flutter.
I know I’m an attractive man, but it never ceases to flatter me when I see a woman swooning while I’m still wearing most of my tux.
“Clothes, off,” Skylar growls. There’s a hint of playfulness in her voice, but I get the impression she’s a hundred percent serious. I don’t stop the conceited smirk that takes over my face.
“Yes, ma’am,” I smirk again before backing away from her. Thankfully, she’s pretty steady on her feet. “I think I’d like a drink first,” I tease her.
She raises an eyebrow and folds her arms under her beautiful tits. I briefly note her round dusty rose colored, fully erect, pierced nipples.
I put my hands up in defense before unbuttoning my vest and pulling it off my shoulders and slowly working on the dress shirt. I can see her toes twitching and realize she’s about three seconds away from either tapping her foot, or ripping it off me.
My fingers fumble as I study her closely. Her eyes go wide and her breathing shallow and ragged, much like mine, as I undo the last button and expose my chest.
Given the number of tattoos and amount of ink she’s sporting, I’m not sure what’s throwing her off, my own tattoos or the muscle that lies beneath them. I cock my head, my hair falling over my shoulder as I do. “See something you like?” I ask.
She licks her lips.
“Come then,” I tell her, and I turn, exposing my back to her. She gasps.
That’s what I thought.
I smirk to myself as I walk toward the bedroom, undoing my pants as I go. When I cross the threshold into the bedroom, I carefully kick off my shoes and slide my pants and boxer down my legs, exposing my ass to her. But I leave my pants around my knees. I hear another gasp and turn my head to see her still leaning against the wall. “Gonna hold that wall up all night?”
“Just admiring the view. Marine?”
“Semper Fi.” I cock my finger at her, beckoning her to me. I’m done talking. She slowly pushes off the wall and comes toward me. “Now you’re the one wearing too many clothes,” I tease.
She walks over to the bed and hooks her thong with her thumbs and she pulls it off, bending over, giving me a view of her ass and a tease of what I have no doubt is a beautiful pussy before she climbs onto the middle of the extra-large king-sized bed.
Her ass is perfectly round and grabbable, but I ignore it in favor of the beautiful pink pussy she displays to me. Perfectly shaven, bare and beautiful.
I growl and walk toward the bed, my rock hard cock bouncing as I go. I expect her to look, but she doesn’t, she keeps eye contact with me. I reach across the bed and grab her ankles, pulling her swiftly toward me and the end of bed.
She squeaks and laughs a little as I throw her legs over my shoulders, and I pull in a long deep breath through my nose. Vanilla, warmth, sex, desire.
I start to kiss her, about halfway up her left thigh, ignoring the fact that her tattoo wraps completely around her leg, as I kiss and lick my way north. She writhes beneath me. Little whimpers escape her lips, and I smile as I slowly draw closer to the source of the most beautiful scent I’ve ever smelled. I can see and feel the gooseflesh I’m leaving behind, both with kisses and the tickle of my hair against her legs.
Her legs twitch, like she’s fighting the need to close them around my head, but I won’t let her.
Finally, my mouth reaches the one place I desperately want to bury my cock, but I’m going to take my time, savor this. I’ve wanted this girl for 20 years, I’m not about to let this get away from me.
My tongue sears into her core, and her legs quiver, her breathing stops, and she moans. I smile and dive in, sucking her clit into my mouth, letting my teeth scrape gently against it. She moans again, her legs jerking, and I know I’m touching that sweet spot. I don’t stop.
Helping her along, I use my thumb to circle her entrance, teasing her, torturing her. Drawing out an orgasm I know she’s fighting gives me great satisfaction. My cock throbs, desperate to be inside this beautiful woman. Her legs twitch again, her breathing jerky and her body quivering. Her moans grow louder, and I watch as her back arches, taking away my view of her face, thrusting her beautiful double or triple D’s into the air. Her nipples tight peaks atop them.
I slip my thumb inside her, fat and warm, and I feel her pussy clamp down hard around the digit. I growl as she cries out above me.
My thumb slows it’s thrusting and settles to a slow, rhythmic in and out of her wet slit. My tongue nothing more than a strong, warm, fat massage against her clit. Gradually her back straightens, and she relaxes back into the bed.
What I wouldn’t give to see her do that again, but I can’t take it anymore. I extract myself from her. Sliding her legs gently onto the bed before reaching into the nightstand and grabbing a foil packet. I put it between my teeth and pull the rubber from it before quickly rolling it over my cock.
She hasn’t moved, but her eyes are watching me, I can see her from the corner of my eye. She’s aglow in the post-orgasmic bliss I’ve given her, and that’s exactly where I want her when I climb back onto the bed.
My kisses pick up where they left off, just above her clit, over her pelvic bone, then over her flat stomach, and I stop to flick her belly button ring with my tongue before moving up her ribs to her chest and finally sucking her right nipple deep into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue, and she groans. My hair falls from my shoulders and tickles her skin. Her nipp
le hardens further in my mouth, and I release it with a pop before moving to the left. I make sure to drag my hair across her skin while at the same time, running my chin gently along the swell of her breast.
The soft hair on my head a hard contrast to the prickly bristle of my goatee.
Her back arches again, bringing her nipple to me, and I suck it deep into my mouth, repeating the massaging motion with my tongue before releasing it and kissing my way up her chest, to her neck. Her head lulls to the side, giving me room, and I catch her earlobe in my mouth. I hear her soft moan before I capture her mouth with mine.
My hair a curtain around us, her eyes closed, her mouth moving with mine. Warm, sensual. She moans as she catches the taste of me and her together, and I smirk.
Then her legs wrap around my hips. I feel her feet locking together and her pulling me toward her. I break our kiss, and our eyes meet. “Please,” she whispers, “I need to feel you.”
I give her a wicked grin and reach between us, lining the head of my cock with the entrance of her pussy. The warmth nearly sends me over the edge. I bite the inside of my cheek.
Twenty years, asshole, don’t blow it now.
I slowly slide myself inside, little thrusts in and out, coating myself with her warmth and wetness. She helps, using her hold on my hips as she pulls herself up and onto me, and I take the hint.
She fits like a fucking glove. Perfectly tight in all the right places, taking every inch I have to offer.
Her pussy clenches and releases around me as I slowly slide inside her. “Oh, god,” she moans I push into her the last half inch or so. I pause, giving her a minute, but she won’t take it. She uses her leverage to grind herself against me. Her clit brushes against me, and her pussy tightens and releases again, this time harder, and a flood of warm wetness coats my cock.
“Jesus,” I groan, and I claim her mouth with mine. Burying us in a curtain of hair and desperate desire as I pump in and out of her. She’s so fucking tight that when she squeezes around me, it feels like she’s choking me.
Each contraction sends new waves of desire and pleasure rocketing through me, and my orgasm draws closer. I have to bite my cheek to stop myself from exploding inside her too fast. I’m finally inside her, and I need to savor this like it’s my last night on earth.
She’s writhes, her back arching, her breasts thrust up as she breaks our kiss, and I suck a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, massaging and she explodes. Her pussy clamps down hard, holding me in place briefly before I pull out and push in, sending a new wave of need through me and everything explodes. Her, me, and 20 years of waiting. I groan out her name.
Skylar
“Mmm,” I moan as I stretch.
The bed feels cold, empty. I sit bolt upright, remembering where I am.
Hyatt…Xavier…on bottom, on top, sideways…horizontal. Tattoos, muscles…my hand slides over to the side of the bed, and nothing.
Cold, not even an outline of his presence.
It’s bright in the room, but not overly so. It’s still relatively early. I turn, looking for the clock. I can see the glow, but I can’t read the time.
I grab a folded piece of paper from the nightstand, catching the time as 7:30. “Shit,” I snap, remembering that I left Diem and Scott downstairs last night. “Where’s my phone? Wait…where the hell is Xavier?”
The note.
I rub my eyes, then remember I had makeup on last night and stop.
No, I washed it off. Sometime after round two, or was it three?
Xavier.
The note.
I blink rapidly a few times and open the folded sheet of paper.
Thanks for a great time.
I’ll call you.
“Asshole!”
Chapter 8
Skylar
He hit and run.
I should be pissed, not just annoyed.
That’s my job.
But fuck! I don’t remember the last time I passed out after sex. Usually, I’m so engrossed in making sure I can make a clean break; I don’t think twice about staying awake.
But last night was…
My pussy clenches at the memories.
Satisfied.
Sated.
I haven’t felt so gratified by sex since I don’t know when.
Typically, I’m the one making sure my partner is satisfied, happy. At least, the women I take to bed. The men are typically capable of ensuring I have at least one orgasm. I learned early to take it from them when their mouths were between my legs.
Unlike Xavier Tyler.
I scrub my eyes.
Xavier Tyler was every inch the sex god the suit promised he would be. Not just in bed, but I had the hardest time thinking when I looked at his naked form.
The muscles under the Armani tux were everything I imagined they would be, and more. His back was full of one of the most beautifully done dragons I’ve ever seen. It was glorious in shades of reds, blacks, greens and highlighted perfectly with touches of whites and yellows. In a downward facing half circle, clutched in the dragon’s claws were the words ‘Semper Fi.’
The tattoo on his chest was a bit of a shock. It wasn’t masculine, to say the least, but I understood the meaning clear enough. It was a beautiful lotus flower with various shades of purples, pinks, and greens. Underneath it a date from fifteen years ago.
I gauged Xavier to be about my age. My mental math made my heart tighten as I realized whomever he lost was while he was a teenager.
Understanding the significance of a flower tattoo is my specialty, as I’m tattooed all down my left side with them. Cherry blossoms on my back, coming around to the front, leading into Hibiscus flowers along my side and hip, down onto my thigh. The cherry blossoms continue all the way down my leg, forming into a tree, with more flowers along the way. The cherry blossom flowers float off the tree across my back. My left shoulder is covered with rhododendron flowers that lead down into several roses and lilies to my wrist. On the inside of my wrist, below it all, is an infinity symbol—my first tattoo.
The biggest surprise of the evening wasn’t even sexual. It took some coaxing, but I finally got him to pull his pants all the way off. I couldn’t hide my surprise when I noticed the prosthesis on his right leg. He moved, walked, and danced without even the slightest limp. I wanted to ask him about it, but I didn’t. I gathered from his reluctance to take off his pants that it wasn’t a topic that would be breached with me.
I can imagine it. The prosthetic coupled with the large Marine tattoo on his back.
He never took it off.
Sensing his reluctance after taking off his pants, I decided I didn’t care anymore and I climbed on top of him while he was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I reached between us, lining us up and sliding down on him for the third time that night. “I’m not covered,” he protested.
“I’m clean,” I told him. “And covered,” I offered for extra reassurance. He smiled and nodded and I used his shoulders for leverage as I rode him hard. It was my way of letting him know what he was trying so desperately to hide from me doesn’t bother me.
“Jerk,” I grumble as I find my bag and my phone. I didn’t bother to look around the room when we stumbled in here last night. I notice now it doesn’t look much different from when we got here. I wonder idly if this was his own little fuck pad, until I realize it’s a hotel room. Maybe he just packed before the dinner.
I find my phone, there are several messages from Ryleigh wondering where I disappeared to. The last one noticing the mystery man I was sitting next to and danced with was also gone. She pulled an “LOL” on me.
I pull up Diem’s text chain.
Please tell me you guys left last night?
His response is quick.
Good Morning, of course we did. You ready for pickup?
I roll my eyes but reply yes.
He’s already downstairs.
I scramble, pulling my dress up, and I go in search of my panties. They are nowhe
re to be found. “Pervert,” I laugh to myself.
I climb into my heels, toss my phone in my bag, and pull my cloak on.
I double check, making sure I have everything before I leave the room.
When I come out of the hotel, Diem is there waiting for me. I blush. It’s been a very long time since I’ve done this kind of walk of shame.
“Have a good night?” Diem smirks.
“Shut it,” I laugh and climb in.
He shuts the door and climbs into the driver’s seat. He hands a fresh cup of coffee back to me. “You’re a lifesaver,” I tell him.
“Home?” he raises an eyebrow.
“Yup.”
I need a shower, and I cannot go into the office wearing my dress from last night at eight in the morning. Sure, I keep a stock of clothes there, have my own fully equipped bathroom with shower, and make-up, but I only ever make that walk before six and Dawson’s arrival.
As Diem drives us, I scroll through my texts.
I laugh when I see one from Dawson.
Tell me you got laid last night
Then another one about the time I woke up.
Okay, now I’m worried. Tell me you didn’t get dead.
I laugh and text him back that I’m not dead and that I’ll be in between 9:00 and 9:30.
After I walk into my loft, I text Dawson again.
I need all our information on DXT Logistics in my office ASAP
I toss my phone on my bed, not waiting for a reply before I shed my dress and shoes on my way to the shower.
After I’m done, I’m a little less irritated at Mr. Tyler for ditching me this morning. I know it was morning because it was around 3:30 or 4:00 when I passed out.
After reviewing my schedule for the day, I opt for casual. I don’t feel like getting dressed. Truthfully, I don’t even want to go into the office, but I need information on DXT and Xavier Tyler.
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