Hot Mistake

by Cara Lockwood

  “Not yet,” she told him, grinning. “I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before. But. Not. Yet.” She loved teasing him in the same way he’d teased her.

  He grinned at her, his eyes glazed with want, his pupils dilated so much that they almost looked black.

  “I want to be inside you,” he murmured, holding himself with his right hand.

  “Condom?” she asked.

  “Of course.” He reached into the little shaving kit sitting on his bedside table and pulled out a string of condoms—ultra-max in size, of course. She’d actually never seen condoms that big. He opened a package and began rolling it down his immense self.

  “Wait,” she cried. “Let me do that.” She helped him and he bowed into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Love how you do that,” he said. He touched her cheek and then he leaned in between her legs. He was going to take her, and Gabriela spread for him. Eager. Willing. Wet.

  * * *

  Sebastian wanted to be inside her, wanted to be balls-deep now. Looking at her, legs spread in a primal offering, on her back, her lips parted with want, he felt like he’d burst right there and spill himself all over her belly. But he had to be careful. He knew he was on the north side of average, and that meant that he had to take care. Not all women were...ready for him.

  He nudged his head between her thighs, gently stroking her opening, easing himself up and down. She moaned, anticipation growing as he parted her lips ever so slightly, nudging the tip just inside. That’s it. Tease her. Make her want more. Before he knew it, she’d be pulling him inside her, taking all of him.

  And that was what he wanted so badly. All of him in all of her. But he’d be patient. He’d wait. It was better if he waited. He teased her, just the tip, and then he worked forward, the first third. She sucked in a breath and squeezed around him. God, she was so tight. So very, very tight. He wanted to come right there. But he forced himself to hold it. He wanted to fill all her deepest places.

  “You ready for more?” he asked, and she nodded.

  He pushed a bit more inside. She groaned louder. She squeezed around him, her muscles working to accept him, to let him in. That’s it. Let me, he thought. Let me in.

  He couldn’t believe how turned on he was, how hot he was for Gabriela Cruz. But she wasn’t like the girl he remembered in high school. Nothing about her—her dark hair splayed across his pillow, her eyes bright with want—was anything like the girl he thought he’d known.

  He knew by how she clutched him that she thought he had no more to give. Oh, but he did. He had more.

  “Not done yet,” he said.

  Surprise crossed her face as it flushed red. “More?”

  He nodded. “More.” He moved forward, sliding himself all the way in.

  “Oh,” she squealed, clutching the tops of his shoulders hard. “God.”

  She felt perfect to him. He could stay here, just like this, and be perfectly happy, but he knew he wouldn’t. He began to move. Slowly at first. A gentle thrust. Her legs came around him. That’s it. He moved again, slowly out and slowly back in. She moaned once more. He marveled at her perfect body: her caramel-colored skin, her pink nipples puckered. Her belly button, adorably an innie. He held her hips, firm and full, as he moved inside her.

  For the first time in a long time he thought, This feels like home.

  Was it because he knew her? He’d known her as a person before he’d known her as a sex object? Because they’d had a long history? He didn’t know, but something about this act wasn’t just sex. Was that why he was so hard? Was that why he felt like coming right then? Was that why he felt a sudden and hot urge to rip that condom straight off? Feel her as nature intended, skin on skin? He pushed the thought away. No, of course he wouldn’t do that. But something about Gabriela, staring at him now, desire pooling in her eyes, made him think this was how sex ought to be.

  He knew himself and knew that often, at this point in the act, he’d be focused on his own pleasure. Yes, he always made sure a woman came first, but after that...after that, it was almost always Sebastian’s time. He’d focus on what he needed to do and then it would all be over. It was an equitable exchange, always. Yet, Gabriela made him want to see her come again. One climax wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her face when he brought her pleasure again and again. Her pleasure just ramped up his.

  “I want you to come,” he told her, moving slowly inside her.

  “O-okay.” Her voice came out breathless. She was focused on taking him, he knew, focused on handling him inside her. But he’d make her forget his size. He’d make her come hard. He licked his thumb and then touched her, gently massaging her clit. She gasped and opened a little more for him.

  Take me. Take all of me.

  He moved a little faster, and her hips met him in a perfect rhythm. He glanced down and saw himself moving in and out, the perfect primal dance of give and take. He saw her face flush a deeper shade of red as she sucked in a breath. She opened her legs wider for him, and he went deeper, ever deeper. He wanted to come but he held off, waiting for her. She’d come at least once more before he’d allow himself to come. And then, he knew, he’d start all over again. Round two. Followed by round three. He wanted to have her every way it was possible tonight. Every position. He didn’t know if a person could get through the Kama Sutra in one night, but he sure as hell would try.

  He could feel her muscles tensing as she clenched him and he drove her harder to her climax. He read her body like a book, working her a little bit faster, a little bit harder. She came in a cry as her whole body tensed with the rush of pleasure and then relaxed again. He could feel himself working harder and harder, pushing deeper and deeper, and he could hold it no more. He came, too, in a hot rush, one of the most intense cums he’d had in his life, and all he could think of was how he wanted to do this again and again, and never stop. He wanted Gabriela, not just for this one night, but for many nights to come.

  He collapsed, spent, on Gabriela’s heaving chest.

  What the hell was that? he wondered. He’d never thought about commitment during climax. What was wrong with him? One night with a woman he’d known in high school and suddenly he was thinking about a future?

  “Wow,” Gabriela breathed beneath him, running her hands through his hair. “That was...”

  “Amazing?”

  “Eh...it was okay,” she deadpanned, but she was grinning ear to ear.

  He went rigid and pushed himself up on his elbows in playful shock. “Just okay?” He blinked hard, searching her face.

  She shrugged. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

  “Pretty good. Just pretty good?” It was the best sex of his life and she was telling him it was...okay? Pretty good?

  “You can’t be serious.” He withdrew, holding on to the condom as he shrank post sex.

  “Well, I mean, you had such a reputation and all.” Gabriela grinned and he couldn’t tell if she was teasing him or not. “I thought you’d be...well, that you’d last longer.”

  “I...” I wanted to come deep inside you and could barely restrain myself as it was, he wanted to say but didn’t. “Oh, so you’re under the impression we’re done for the evening?”

  “Aren’t we?” She nodded at his shrinking member.

  “Oh, no. We’re not done.” He shook his head slowly, his blood rising. He’d never had a woman tell him he was just okay before. Oh, no. Not on his watch. Not now, not ever. “And you haven’t seen all I can do yet.”

  “I haven’t?” Her eyes challenged him.

  “You haven’t,” he promised. He got rid of the condom and worked himself with his hand, already finding he was coming back to life. She thought that was just okay sex? He’d blow her mind before this night was over. He was determined to change her mind. She hadn’t seen anything yet and he’d prove it. They weren’t go
ing to sleep tonight. He’d make sure of that.

  CHAPTER TEN

  GABRIELA COULDN’T BELIEVE her eyes. He was ready to go. Again. In record time, as if he were eighteen. Not that she’d had sex with an eighteen-year-old anytime lately, but she had had enough hookups to know that going from done to ready again in 1.2 seconds flat wasn’t the norm.

  “Is that for real?” She nodded toward his throbbing erection, and almost giggled. The question was on so many levels. Was his hard-on real? Was his massive member real? If she weren’t sitting here, staring right at it, she wouldn’t even believe it.

  “Oh, nothing about him is fake.” He held his heaviness in his hand and she stared at it, awestruck.

  I had all of that inside me. She still couldn’t believe she’d been able to take him. Gabriela had come harder than she’d ever come before, probably because he was able to touch parts of her that had never been touched before. Sure, she’d told him the sex was just okay. How could she tell him it was mind-blowing? Sebastian Lott’s ego didn’t need that. Besides, she liked teasing him and keeping him off balance. She laughed to herself about how quickly he’d gotten himself up and ready for round two.

  “On your hands and knees,” he commanded. When she hesitated, he added, “Please.” He flashed her a devilish grin. Normally, Gabriela felt self-conscious about that position, but here, with Sebastian, she felt freer. Sure, it was still the vodka at the wheel, but she just felt game. That was all it came down to. Maybe it was all about proving to him—and to herself—that she wasn’t that squeaky little mouse from high school. Whatever the case, she wasn’t about to back down from a challenge.

  “Doggie style?” She hopped on all fours and waggled her butt.

  “Woof...wooooof.” He slapped her on her bare cheek. She jumped, surprised, and giggled with delight. Oh, this was going to be fun. She heard the condom wrapper rip and then, a few seconds later, he was deep inside her, quickly this time. She gasped, hard, the transition from empty to full so sudden, so quick, that it nearly took her breath away. And then he was riding her, hard. In. Out. Seemingly deeper each time.

  All coherent thought left her mind and she was just an animal running on instinct, a dog in heat, desperate to be filled.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”

  “Harder?”

  “God, yes.” She gripped the bedsheets, balling them into her fists, holding on for dear life. He grabbed her hips and leveraged himself deeper inside her. She gasped as he reached her innermost depths. She didn’t know where he ended and she began. All she knew was that every nerve ending in her body was alive, every bit of her tuned to him. There was something so base about what they were doing, so dirty.

  What would her friends say now if they knew she was on her hands and knees? At that moment she didn’t care. She just... Loved it. No more responsible Gabbie. No more wet blanket. No more worrying. Here, now, Sebastian was in control and she was riding wave after wave of him. Then he was out of her and flipping her over onto her back.

  “Sit up,” he told her, his voice leaving no room for argument. God, she loved that. Being told what to do. She spent her entire day ordering other people around, and now, somehow, it felt good to be in the passenger seat, to let someone else drive for once.

  He kissed her, hard, his tongue entwined with hers, sending another shock wave of desire through her body. Her nipples felt heavy and ached for his touch. Then he came down on top of her and was in her again, his weight delicious across her breasts. She was so small and he was so very big. She felt like she might come again right there, but after feeling her, exploring her this way, he rolled, flipping onto his back so she was on top.

  “I want to watch you,” he said.

  She sat up, her full breasts heavy as he met her gaze. Something felt irresistibly sexy about being seen by him, being watched. But could she keep this up? Could she keep eye contact? That seemed incredibly...intimate. More intimate than sex itself.

  “Reverse cowgirl?” she offered, attempting to turn around.

  “No,” he said, grabbing her firmly by the hips. “I want to watch you.”

  His eyes never left hers as she slowly mounted him and began moving ever so slowly. At first she felt self-conscious beneath his gaze, but then, under his watchful hazel eyes, she felt bolder somehow. She moved faster this time and his watching her, his intense focus, ramped up her need.

  “Want me.” Her words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

  “Oh, God, Gabriela. I want you.” His hips moved to meet hers and there, on top of him, as he gazed at her, she hit the top of the peak again, crying out as endorphins flooded her brain. She collapsed on top of his fit chest, breathing hard.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured into her hair. He only let her rest for a second or two and then he’d flipped her on her side. He began moving again, slowly at first and then harder. Somehow he extended deeper with every thrust, filling her up more than she thought possible. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of him, she managed to swallow him.

  “You feel amazing in all the positions,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t know how I should come.”

  “Then maybe you should just come now,” she whispered back. She worked him, milking him as she concentrated. He groaned, matching each of her movements with his own.

  “No,” he said, a whisper against her neck. “We’re just getting started.”

  He moved her so her legs were off to the side and he was taking her even more deeply.

  “God, you feel so good.” He tilted his dark head back, closing his eyes, seeming to relish the feel of her. She loved the look of intense pleasure on his face. Oh, how he was enjoying her. She wanted him to have the best cum he’d ever had, wanted him to explode inside her, unable to hold it anymore.

  Tiring of that position after a few heady thrusts, he pulled her to his side and raised her legs straight up, holding her tightly by the ankles. She’d never had a man who explored her the way Sebastian did, never tried so many positions all at once. He grabbed her ankles hard and moved even deeper inside her and then he pushed her ankles apart, his hazel eyes finding hers.

  “I’m coming,” he told her.

  “Come in me. Come deep,” she challenged him, and he met the challenge, pushing ever deeper. She watched his muscles ripple down the front of his abdomen as he thrust once, twice and then found his shuddering release with a shout of satisfaction. She loved the sound. She wanted to hear it again and again.

  He collapsed on top of her, their sweat mingling together as he panted.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he murmured against her bare chest.

  The room spun slightly as Gabriela glanced at the ceiling. She still had a heady buzz, not that she could tell if it was the vodka or the sex. Satisfied in every possible way, she felt her eyelids grow heavy.

  Just don’t fall asleep, she told herself even as a yawn snuck in. Do not fall asleep.

  * * *

  Soon after the early-morning light seeped in through the patio doors of Sebastian’s suite, Gabriela jolted awake. God, she was sore. So freakin’ sore. She felt like she’d been run over by a bus. She blinked the sleepiness from her eyes and focused on the patio doors of the cruise ship suite. Oh, they’d docked, she noticed. The window looked out over the golden shores of Cozumel, ringed by intense blue-green water. Beautiful. Then she remembered: her room didn’t have a patio. She glanced around the finely furnished cabin and at the unfamiliar suitcase near the foot of the bed, and then it hit her.

  Oh, no.

  She sat up in bed.

  Say it’s not so. She glanced over and saw Sebastian Lott sprawled out next to her, naked as a jaybird and snoring. He was on his stomach, firm ass in the air, his tan lines on display for all to see, one arm up over his head as if he’d fallen from a great height and landed straight next to
her in his king-size bed.

  Oh, no. No, no, no.

  Her head throbbed, and her mouth tasted like she’d been licking sandpaper all night. What happened? Why was she...?

  Memories came back little by little. The many, many vodka sodas. Damn that fine vodka. Then Felicia pushing her into the pool. And the next thing she knew, she was naked in bed, doing all manner of unspeakable positions with Sebastian Lott. Oh, God. The many positions. The many, many, many positions.

  She moved, trying to get out of bed, and that was when she realized she was sore AF, completely and absolutely sore down there. Then she remembered: he’d been a monster. He did have an eggplant in his pants. Not that she’d minded last night, tipsy on vodka. She’d relished his massive manhood, enjoying it in at least two dozen positions. She had to admit, most men weren’t as creative as Sebastian Lott.

  But...no. This was exactly what she’d told Felicia not to do, and she’d gone and done it. Oh, this wasn’t going to be good. If she ever found out...?

  She glanced at the small bedside table and saw her phone sitting there. She quickly grabbed it but the battery was long dead, the screen black. Dammit. What time was it? She glanced outside once more but couldn’t tell from the slant of the sun. Could be early or could be late. The sun was up, that was all she knew. She glanced around the room for her clothes. She saw her jumpsuit—wrinkled from having been dunked in the pool and left to dry on the floor. Where were her shoes? Who knew? She needed to get dressed and get out of there, preferably before the man woke up. She didn’t want any awkward goodbyes. What bogus excuse would she come up with on a cruise ship anyway? She couldn’t go feed her nonexistent dog.

  She slid out of bed, naked, planting both bare feet on the carpeted ground. Lott shifted behind her, murmuring something in his sleep and she froze. Do not wake up, she pleaded silently. The last thing she wanted to do was to have to explain why she was sneaking out of his cabin. Then the thought hit her. What if someone saw her? What if she had to explain what she was doing coming out of his room at sun-thirty? No, don’t even think about that, she told herself. She just had to get out.