Skin of the Night: Book One of The Night series

by Claire D. Bennett

  Using my own words against me, he riled me.

  “Is that supposed to arouse me?”

  “No. However, it certainly aroused me,” he countered with a smug chuckle. When he suddenly thrust his crotch against me, my lips parted. His erection strained against the lower part of my abdomen as a silent promise of pleasure. The anticipation was thick and dense in the air between us, and it revealed itself in how increasingly erratic our breathing became. Meanwhile, his large hands trailed down my waistline to grip my hips.

  “The shape of you should be illegal, love,” he stated admiringly and leaned slightly away to get a better look. A moment later, his gaze struck mine like a bullet.

  Caught by his allure, a groan leapt over my tongue before I flung my arms around his neck to bring his tempting lips back to mine. As the delectable flavour of him exploded in my mouth, I closed my eyes to savour it. Like an addict, I craved more of the drug-like sensations he evoked. Under his influence, I felt ecstatic.

  Expertly, his tongue teased mine with gentle flicks. I’d already fallen victim to his remarkable way of kissing, but that didn’t prevent it from mystifying me. How was it possible to be so tender, and yet simultaneously so forceful? He wasn’t eating my mouth, and yet I had never felt so devoured. His lips moved according to the bliss-point – the brink between too much and too little.

  Needing air, I pulled away, albeit reluctantly. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

  My question prompted his smirk. “Unfortunately for me, you weren’t there.”

  Pink climbed to my cheeks. When I was about to reply, he distracted me by dropping to his knees.

  Puzzled, I wondered, “What are you doing?”

  As a response, he folded his hands over the pale skin of my bare knees and brought them over his shoulders. Thinking I was about to fall backwards, I squealed inwardly, but thankfully, the wall behind me served as support.

  In silence, I commended his original move. It left me even more curious about what scenes he could orchestrate. So far, he hadn’t proved particularly conventional.

  At the sound of my stifled squeal, he grinned up at me, and the look in his eyes completely paralysed me. Through long dark lashes, he watched me intensely. Held by his wilful gaze, I didn’t object to his next advances. Slowly but confidently, his hands smoothed up my naked thighs, warm and soft, before moving inward. His touch left tingling sensations in its wake, making me pant loudly. Raw arousal flooded my veins the closer he drew to my soaking sex, and all the while, my heart thundered in my chest.

  Only then did I realise the state of my black lace knickers. Blushing scarlet, I stared at him bashfully. Not once had he broken eye contact.

  When his slow fingers reached the fabric of my wet underwear, he placed the pad of his thumb precisely against my throbbing clit. Acute and sharp, the sensation shot up my spine all the way to my nose. My back arched away from the wall while my hands gathered in his dark brown hair.

  My eyes shut.

  Holy shit.

  “Ah,” I groaned as he rubbed gently.

  “Sandra… You’re drenched,” he informed me smugly.

  Batting my lashes apart, I was caught yet again by his smouldering stare. He had beautiful eyes. They resembled a serene ocean surrounding a warm paradise. How ironic. He was anything but that.

  “No, please. Have me already,” I pleaded, high-pitched, and dragged my hands through his hair. It was soft and thick between my fingers.

  “Oh, I intend to, darling,” he assured me softly. While observing me intently, keenly attuned to any response, he pushed up the fabric of my purple dress to reveal my bum. Appreciative of my bared flesh, he smoothed his hands across the firm curve of it and, carnal in his methods, squeezed my cheeks before he gave my right side a quick, harsh spank. I nearly jerked away from him, but his hold on my hip prevented me.

  “Ah,” I hissed as the sting of his palm burnt a mark into my skin.

  “That’s for being a bloody pain in the arse earlier,” he growled and gripped my knickers. “Now, how much do you care for these?”

  Confused by his question, I watched him. It was difficult to keep up with him. I was much too aroused to stay focused on anything but his hands on me.

  “I’ll just have to find out then,” he murmured after my failure to reply. Shocking me, he ripped my lace thong to shreds between his strong fingers. Overwhelmed by how arousing I found his action to be, I gawked at him.

  After discarding the ruined garment by his front door, he leaned in – ever so slowly – to trace the inner side of my thigh with soft kisses.

  “Do we need protection?” he murmured as he trailed the tip of his nose across my skin.

  “I’m clean,” I assured him breathily. “Are you?”

  “I am.”

  I swallowed while I considered whether to trust him. “Good. But I’d prefer if we used a condom either way.”

  I tensed as his lips grazed closer and closer to my bundle of nerves. Just before he reached it, my fingers formed a fist in his hair to halt his advances.

  Noticing my reluctance, he replied, “I’ll respect that. However, the scent of you is driving me mad, so I’m willing to risk it. May I?”

  I blushed at his vulgar statement. I wasn’t used to verbal lovers, but William appeared to be one. Though, surprisingly, it only made him all the more alluring.

  If I went along with this, I’d finally discover just what else his tongue was capable of, and that idea was slowly but surely seducing me.

  “If you give me anything, I’ll have your balls on a platter,” I warned.

  The cool breath of his chuckle spread across my wet folds, and my jaw clenched.

  “I’ve no doubt you will. However, I won’t give you anything other than bliss,” he claimed.

  I looked at the ceiling as I contemplated whether to surrender to temptation. The desire to feel his tongue on me was too immense to ignore. I badly wanted to assess his talents with it, especially since I was confident it would bring me pure ecstasy. Besides, it seemed unlikely that he’d lie about being clean just for a chance to please me. In the end, what he intended to do was entirely selfless. He wouldn’t derive any physical pleasure from it himself.

  “Fine. But I’d still prefer to use a condom later on, to diminish the risk.”

  “You have yourself a deal, love. I can’t wait to sample your taste,” he answered lustfully and placed a gentle kiss on the spot just above my clit.

  For quite some time, he continued to circle it with soft kisses. Rigid and enthralled, I watched his head between my thighs. This teasing was driving me insane. I’d never endured such agonising lust before. He was tantalising to a fault. In fact, if he didn’t pick up the pace soon, I’d have to take matters into my own hands.

  “Will,” I prompted.

  Again, he chuckled against my folds, letting his breath fan across them. I inhaled sharply and squeezed my eyes shut.

  “All in good time, darling,” he reminded me and placed a tender kiss directly on my throbbing bud. God, it felt good. The friction was divine. My legs tensed.

  “Again,” I begged.

  Then, a slick and warm sensation circled my clit, expertly sensitising it. It was his tongue, and it was astounding. My mouth formed a circle as my breath abandoned me.

  Lowering his focus, his tongue lapped across my folds to collect my fluids. “Mm. Even better than I’d imagined,” he claimed while savouring the taste of me.

  What an unbelievably erotic man – novel. Blushing at his words, I opened my eyes to watch him again. He sent me a wink and, while making his return to my flesh, held my gaze.

  “Oh,” I whined as his tongue drew slow circles. Deliberately, he avoided making direct contact, and it was driving me wild. My blood felt like it was on fire.

  Hot and bothered, I pleaded, “Please, Wil
l.”

  Finally, he caved in. As he swept his tongue directly across my clit, my head jerked back into the wall, but the pleasure he provided numbed out the pain. Resolutely, he increased the speed of his flicks, and his pattern was out of this world – a combination of up and down and round.

  He was blowing my mind – literally left, right, and centre – and masterfully crafting a sensational orgasm within me. Never, in my life, would I forget the climax I was about to endure. I was certain.

  The tension raged through my veins, and my entire body flexed as I struggled to withstand it. It centred in my lower abdomen, growing larger and larger. When it reached the verge of unbearable, I cried out his name.

  Determined to drive me over the edge, he persisted. My toes curled first. Then my shudders started. Oh no.

  “Ah!” I gasped as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced flooded my body. Convulsing away from the wall, I crouched over him while I tugged his beautiful hair, overcome with relief and a sense of liberation.

  Oh, my God.

  While I drowned in my pool of bliss, he shoved my legs off his shoulders. Next, he grabbed my waist to hoist me up against the wall. Only vaguely did I hear the undoing of a belt. I was much too sated to mind reality, but when the crest of his erection swept across my soaked folds, I made a swift return to it.

  “Condom!” I chided and opened my eyes to glare at him. I was religious about my practice of safe sex.

  With a look of disdain on his face, he frowned back. “What do you take me for?”

  Confused, I directed my attention to his erect member between us and blinked, surprised. He’d already sheathed his length in the latex, and I noted to myself that I’d never come across such a perfect shaft, both in length and girth.

  “Right.”

  “Satisfied?”

  Meeting his eyes again, I gave him an inveigling smile. “Almost.” I lowered my hand to trace the length of him with my fingertips – all while I held his gaze. “Get inside me and I will be.”

  Lust and wonder danced in his eyes while he chewed on his lower lip. Meanwhile, the rest of his mouth curved into his increasingly familiar crooked smile.

  “Careful what you wish for,” he warned. Pushing his hips forward, he reached between us to align himself with my entrance again. While he coated the tip of himself in my wetness, he continued roughly, “You’d better muster your strength, love. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk.”

  Saliva amassed in my mouth upon his carnal warning. While I stared into his striking eyes, my heart throbbed in the same alien manner that it had earlier this evening. Although the sensation was sweet, it was also devastatingly profound. Seeing as I’d never experienced anything quite like it, I couldn’t fathom the nature of it.

  Indeed, he was devastating, but before I could contemplate my strange heartbeat further, he thrust powerfully into me.

  “Ah,” I whimpered when he shoved past my walls until he reached the very end of me. It hurt, albeit faintly. Gripping his broad shoulders, I clawed at the fabric of his shirt and further into his skin.

  “Shit,” he breathed, “you feel fucking amazing. The pressure of you—” He cut himself off by demanding my mouth, and while kissing me as though I were his salvation, he withdrew from within me.

  “Be gentle, please,” I mumbled against his lips. “You’re very large.”

  I felt, rather than saw, his responding smile. “You’ll survive,” he countered smugly and pushed forcefully into me again. His thrust was of such strength that I was pushed slightly up the wall.

  I hissed into his mouth and locked my legs around his strong waist. “Fuck.”

  He started a punishing rhythm – in and out, and so bloody deep, but the friction he provided was nothing short of exquisite. This man was clearly an expert in the art of fucking.

  “Oh,” I panted. My brows furrowed as I was submerged in the intense look in his eyes. I’d surely scored myself a ten out of ten tonight, hadn’t I? I must have been storing up some serious karma when I’d consoled Olivia through her heartache. Nothing else could explain this uncanny encounter. Then again, I’d never believed in karma.

  I was just lucky. It was that simple. To express my gratitude, I would savour this beautiful man.

  My eyes closed when his large hands began to roam across my body, exploring and caressing every curve. Ruled by zeal, he grabbed the fabric of my dress above my breasts to liberate the aching mass. Pushing the material downwards, he grinned at the view now unveiled.

  “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” he stated and lowered his head to engulf my left nipple with his mouth.

  My face flushed at his sensual compliment, and further when he harshly sucked my erect nipple. Groaning, I buried my breast deeper within his possession and relished the delicious sensations that rippled throughout my body.

  He was well on his way to obliterating all of my defences. Would one night with this man truly be enough? I worried it wouldn’t. Truly, if this was what it entailed, it was tempting to submit to him.

  Moving away from my breast, he kissed his way across my sternum and up my neck to reach the line of my jaw, all while he continued to fuck me into oblivion against the wall. We hadn’t even made it to his bed, I realised.

  Upon a particularly perfect thrust, I gasped and hugged him against me. He’d struck precisely against my front wall, a spot that was especially sensitive. Seeming to notice this, he repeated the same motion, again and again.

  “Oh my God,” I mouthed, because I lost my breath.

  “Come on, love,” he growled under his breath. “Give in to me,” he commanded, voice excitingly authoritative.

  Now holding my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the tension border on unbearable. A few more of those thrusts and I would come undone whether I wanted to or not.

  “Ah!” I wailed as my toes curled again. “No,” I whined. I didn’t want to climax so soon.

  Burying his hand in my hair, he tugged my head back to expose my neck. “Yes,” he panted and thrust expertly into me.

  Fuck!

  Immediately, I was sent over the edge again, reeling straight back into bliss.

  I pushed against him, desperate for space. I was so overwhelmed that I feared I’d implode. My entire body was convulsing, but he confined me to him, strong arms becoming a cage.

  “Stop, please,” I uttered through a desperate pant.

  “You’re exceptionally sensitive,” he remarked, voice full of wonder. He wasn’t the first to tell me that, but that didn’t make it less true. I’d always been like this. Perhaps that was why I enjoyed sex so much. I rarely had it without coming at least once.

  “Yeah, well, for better and for worse,” I hoarsely responded.

  He chuckled and, to my relief, stalled his thrusts. Instead, he brought us away from the wall and carried me into his living area. Locating his dark brown dining table, he lowered us onto it before he propped himself on his strong arms, which were placed on either side of me.

  In silence, we stared entranced at each other – both overawed by the chemistry between us. I’d never experienced anything quite like this before, and certainly not with a stranger. The mere magnitude of it was uncanny. Was this the sort of encounter that would only happen once in a lifetime, if at all? Was I currently staring at the right one, or was he just another fool among the crowd of imposters? My gut whispered he was different, but I was scared to listen.

  With a look of amusement, he leaned back a little, but he remained buried within me, which my vagina was hyperaware of. The tissues of it throbbed around his shaft.

  “Your sexual stamina could use a remedy,” he murmured as he busied himself with undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. Offended, I gave him a scowl.

  “Fuck you.”

  “You are. Right now,
as it happens,” he fired back, thoroughly amused, and thrust gently into me again.

  “Ah,” I complained and looked grumpily away from him.

  He chuckled. “We’ll have to practise, I suppose.”

  “In your dreams.”

  “There as well, I’m sure,” he teased. “But I’ve got to say, after watching you come – twice already – I’m not the least bit inclined to adhere to your wish about not meeting again. I’m confident I could watch you come for a lifetime without growing bored.”

  My face turned red. I refused to debate this with him. I wasn’t changing my mind. However, like the solicitor he was, he surely drove a hard bargain, both sexually and figuratively.

  When I heard something soft drop to the floor around his feet, my eyes darted in his direction again. Presented to me was a stunning view that made me salivate. Clearly, the man worked hard to stay healthy. He was easily the fittest man I’d ever slept with. I could wash my clothes on his stomach, for crying out loud.

  I couldn’t resist ogling him. While his muscles were prominently defined, they weren’t too much. They were athletic and proportionate – exactly my taste.

  Groaning, I turned sideways and tucked my face into the palm of my hand. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t deserve this. Why were my willpower and dedication to my studies being put on trial like this?

  “Either way, we’re nowhere near finished,” he said and reached for my arm. Gripping it, he dragged me off the table and slipped out of me in the same moment.

  Now towering in front of me, he dropped a sweet and extended kiss on my mouth and then whirled me round and reached for the zipper at the back of my dress. While studying my surroundings, I heard it come undone beneath his skilful fingers.

  When I noticed a staircase leading to another floor, I realised that his penthouse was even more spacious than I’d thought at first, especially if he lived alone. Did he live alone? Considering how neatly the interior design was put together, the man evidently had excellent taste. However, it was dominated by darker shades of the masculine variety, which led me to doubt that he had a female housemate, if he had one at all.