Consensual

by Livia Jamerlan

  After we checked in, I followed Peyton to the elevator. His hand was entwined with mine. It felt strange for all of two seconds before my cheeks warmed and butterflies flapped in my belly. No one here knew us, so I let go of the constant worrying and enjoyed my second night with Peyton.

  Our bags were already in the room and the bellhop was exiting our corner suite when we stepped out of the elevator. I thanked him and Peyton slipped him a tip before we entered the room. The elegant suite looked like a picture out of a magazine. Glass windows served as walls throughout the space. Tones of charcoal, white, and black flowed through a full kitchen, living, and dining area, and into a luxurious master bedroom.

  “You like?” Peyton asked. He wrapped his arms around me and put his chin on my shoulder as I stared out the window at the Jersey shoreline.

  “Yeah,” was all I managed to say before I leaned my head back on his shoulder, letting him kiss my neck.

  “Do you want to shower with me before we get ready for dinner?” He bit my earlobe.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Peyton’s hand reached around me, lifting my shirt over my head. Goose bumps rose on my skin as he tugged my shirt off, then threw it behind us. He kissed my neck as his hands went for the button on my pants, but I snuck away, strolling toward the bathroom with a salacious grin on my face and a come-hither look in my eyes. He watched me as I went and I watched him too, observing him as he undressed before me. By the time we reached the bathroom, Peyton was naked and ready, backing me up against the cold shower door. I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to my feet. I was in the process of lowering my pants when he boxed me in and joined his lips with mine for a slow, erotic kiss.

  We took our time in the shower. He’d tease my core and I would fall at his fingers, but he never once let me finish. After we’d both washed and rinsed each other’s bodies, he turned the water off, lifted my chin up with his fingers, and gave me a swift kiss.

  “I want you hot and ready for me all night. Only I control when and where you come.” Peyton bent down and took my lower lip between his teeth before he spoke again. The subtle pain brought my arousal a whole new level. “You’re not allowed to play with yourself.” His fingers swirled between my soaked folds. “This is mine, got it?”

  My clit screamed for release, but I nodded as I rubbed my swollen lip. After my makeup and hair were flawless, I dressed in the shortest black dress I’d brought. Applying my last coat of lip-gloss, I stepped out of the bedroom and joined Peyton in the living room. His eyes ate me up as I walked closer to him.

  Mission accomplished.

  “You’re not leaving my side tonight.” He pulled me closer to him, placing a kiss on my cheek as his hand lowered to my behind.

  “We should go.” I pressed my hands against his chest before I pushed away to grab my clutch from the table. I bent over longer than needed, strutting my ass in front of his eyes.

  “You’re not wearing any panties?” he questioned, sliding his hands against the soft material of my dress.

  “Nope,” I said, my back still facing him. My skin prickled as his gaze crawled over my body.

  “You’re killing me, Lynn.” He huffed, his hands lowering until his fingers brushed over my ass and along my lips.

  I straightened and walked toward the door. I kept my voice calm as I shrugged my shoulder. “How so? You usually take them from me anyway.” I turned, waiting for him to join me.

  “I’m going to punish you later for being such a cock tease.” He growled at my neck as I pulled the door open.

  “You’re the tease.”

  “Me?” He laid his hands on his chest as we walked together, his voice loud in the empty hallway.

  “Yep, you’re the one who keeps flicking my bean, but won’t let me go.” I sashayed next to him.

  “Your bean?” He looked as though he was stifling a laugh. I rolled my eyes and pressed the button to call the elevator.

  “You know what I mean,” I threw back at him. Walking into the empty elevator, he stood next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. His public displays of affection did things to my insides that I didn’t want to overanalyze at the moment, but there was no denying I loved every second of it. Once the elevator began to fill with people, he pulled me in front of him and backed us up against the wall. His hand lowered to my butt and my eyes snapped up to his.

  “Don’t,” I whispered. Fear and excitement ran through me.

  “Just claiming what’s mine,” he responded quietly. Then he moved his hand around my hip, between my thighs.

  He leaned in and rubbed his nose through my curls as his fingers stroked back and forth against my clit in the packed elevator. I felt his finger slide along my damp core; it was out of control the way he fiddled with me. The elevator door opened to the main lobby, startling me and ending Peyton’s naughty interlude. As we followed the traffic out of the elevator, Peyton brought his finger to his mouth.

  “I can’t wait for dessert.”

  Dinner was not what I expected. In my head I kept telling myself that it was just sex between us, that getting to know one another on a personal level was unnecessary. We didn’t work together and we couldn’t make this relationship work.

  But that wasn’t what happened.

  Peyton and I enjoyed a private dinner at American Cut Steakhouse. He asked me what my favorite places to eat in Manhattan were and what types of food I enjoyed. It didn’t feel at all like a date; it was more like exchanging pleasantries with an acquaintance. It also didn’t help that I was extremely nervous to share a meal with him. It wasn’t until dessert that the conversation switched to more personal topics.

  “What do you like to do for fun?” Peyton asked as I licked chocolate from my spoon.

  “Isn’t that a date question?” I shot back at him. His eyes were lowered and locked on my spoon.

  “And what is it we’re doing right now?” He crossed his arms on the table.

  “We’re having dinner.” I dug back into my chocolate cake.

  “Just dinner?”

  I took the spoon filled with chocolate cake and syrup and brought it up to his lips. “Just dinner, Haas. We don’t date.”

  He bit into the cake. “You don’t like serious relationships?”

  “Do you?”

  “I asked first.” He took the spoon from my hand, swirling it in whipped cream.

  “I’ve had one serious relationship. Your turn.” I crossed my arms on the table like he had.

  Shifting his chair so we were closer together, he brought the spoon to my mouth and spread the whipped cream along my lower lip before kissing it off. “Likewise. Just one.” He kept his nose pressed to mine.

  “How serious?” I asked, because the pinch in my heart egged me on. I needed to know the truth. I never expected him to have been in a serious relationship. Maybe a couple of flings here and there, but never anything serious.

  Peyton pulled away before he spoke. “Devon and I went to boarding school together. Our families are friends, and we dated on and off for a while. Ended things after college.” His hazel eyes burned into mine, and his light brown hair was dark under the dim restaurant lighting.

  “Why?” I quickly asked.

  I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t. His words stung in my chest. I was jealous of someone he’d dated ten years ago. A part of me didn’t want to know why it hadn’t worked out, but the other part of me was on the edge of my seat waiting for his answer.

  “Never really thought about it. I guess we wanted different things. I was twenty-one at the time and settling down wasn’t what I wanted. I had law school to worry about. Ten years later, what she and I shared seems inconsequential. Have you ever been in love?” He pulled away to watch my reaction.

  “We were really young, and relationships weren’t something I thought about. I loved him, but not nearly as much as he loved me,” I admitted.

  The waiter appeared with the check, and Haas stowed his black
card inside the billfold. As we waited for the server to return, I nervously played with the last of my dessert, tossing it around on the plate. Why am I worrying about something that happened so long ago, especially if there’s nothing between us?

  Peyton thanked the waiter again before pushing his chair back and extending his hand to me. Dropping all thoughts of his ex and previous relationships, I inhaled a deep breath and took his hand.

  As Peyton and I made our way across the casino floor, hands locked together, nothing mattered. I wasn’t afraid of his affection, and I wasn’t afraid of getting caught. All I cared about was spending every possible second with this delicious man.

  “Do you gamble, doll?” He hugged me around my waist.

  “Nope, I work too hard for my money to throw it away.”

  Laughing at my comment, he stepped up to a roulette table and pulled out a seat for me. “It’s not throwing it away when you know what you’re doing or when you have beginner’s luck.” He pulled out the chair next to me and took a seat. Peyton had his wallet out, taking two hundred-dollar bills and laying them on the table.

  The dealer piled two stacks of chips in front of Peyton. He separated them and slid one stack in my direction. “No, I don’t think so.” I pushed the chips back at him. Losing his money would put a damper on the evening for me.

  “Come on. Just pick some numbers and play your luck.”

  Taking a small stack, I began positioning them around the table, following what Peyton was doing. After placing the minimum bet, we sat back as the dealer dropped the little white ball to spin around the wheel. I screeched with joy when it landed on a number I’d selected. Jumping up and down with excitement, I looked at Peyton. His eyes were bright and his mouth wide with an earth-shattering smile. I leaned down and kissed him.

  “Thanks.”

  Once I’d won enough money to take Loren out to eat on Monday, I cashed out. Returning the hundred-dollar bill Peyton had given me, I sat on his lap and watched his mound of chips grow with each spin.

  “No more gambling?” he questioned.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed his cheek. “Nope, I’d rather watch you.”

  After he’d guessed the correct number twice, I whispered, “If you guess correctly again, I’ll let you tie me up.” I took my tongue and licked the skin behind his ear.

  “Five.” He stacked most of his chips on it and we watched as the ball spun.

  “Five,” the dealer called out.

  I pressed my ass into his hardening cock as his mouth found my neck. “Cash out, Haas. I’m ready for my punishment.”

  Before I had time to process what was happening, Peyton and I were rushing from the roulette table. Our luck held as we got to the elevator and hurried in. He pinned me to the wall, his lips exploring my neck as we waited for the doors to close. Not wanting to be the weak one in the elevator again, I rolled us around until his back hit the wall before I dropped to my knees. Unzipping his pants, I looked up at him and licked my lips.

  “You let anyone in here and I’ll stop. Let’s see how lucky you really are.”

  The elevator ascended as I took his thick, ready cock in my mouth. I bobbed up and down, taking him deeper and sucking his full length. I was hungry for him and incredibly aroused by the possibility that the elevator could stop at any floor and someone could catch us. Not that I would have cared; I had my lips wrapped around Peyton and he was ready to blow. Exactly where I want him.

  He wrapped his hands around my hair, pulling me back and forth rapidly, but the bell rang and the door opened to our floor.

  “Guess you’re not that lucky.” I licked the side of my mouth and held his hands as I pulled myself up.

  “Oh, I’m about to get very lucky.”

  He gripped my hand, leading me out of the elevator. After opening the door to our suite, Peyton was gone. The man pressing me against the wall as his lips claimed mine was Haas. He spun me around, my breasts pinned to the wall, and pushed his erection against me. With my hair tossed to one side, he bit down on my shoulder, causing me to cry out. He lowered the zipper of my dress as he ran his tongue down my bare spine.

  I stood with my hands pressed against the wall, my naked body his to take. He disappeared from behind me, moving to the linen closet and taking an extra pillow out, pulling the pillowcase off. I bit my lower lip as he approached and then led me to the living room. He opened the curtain, exposing the Jersey shore below us.

  “Come,” he ordered.

  Walking toward him, I bit the inside of my mouth. My core throbbed as I anticipated his plans for me. He didn’t have a room of tricks, just a white cotton pillowcase in his hand. I bowed my eyes as I moved forward, submitting to him in an instant, but his hand under my chin forced my head up.

  “Oh no, Braelynn, I want you to watch the whole time. Hell, I want the world to watch how good you come for me.” With a firm grip on my chin, he placed a kiss on my swollen lips. Then he tore the pillowcase into strips of cloth. When he had three long strips, he reached out for my hands.

  “Tell me if it’s too tight.”

  He wrapped the white material around my wrists as he bound them together. Securing it with a knot, he raised my conjoined hands above my head. He threw a strip over the curtain rod and pulled me closer to the window. He lifted my arms higher and tied my bound wrists to the strip hanging from the curtain rod, exposing my naked body to the people on the boardwalk. My body ignited as I realized what he was going to do. He was going to fuck me right there for the world to see.

  “If you don’t want this, just say no,” he whispered in my ear.

  I wanted this.

  His hand glided from my chin to my neck. “Though everyone can see you, I don’t want any noise complaints from our neighbors, okay?” Taking the final strip, he stretched it over my mouth. I opened slightly and bit down on the cloth. He secured it behind my head before placing a soft kiss on my temple.

  “Tell me I’m not lucky.”

  I bit down on the strip of pillowcase as my body shivered in anticipation. “Are you still okay?” he asked, reaching around and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

  “Mmhmm,” I hummed.

  I leaned back so that my back rested on his chest. Releasing one hand, he dropped it to my soaking core and slid his finger along my swollen clit.

  “Let’s show them how this pussy comes.”

  Haas tugged on my nipple as his other hand flicked my clit; his kisses paraded around my neck. He inserted a finger inside me and his palm hit that pleasing spot every time he pushed in. My core began to tighten, and my arms were almost numb. He pinched my nipple tighter with each thrust of his finger.

  “Come for me, Lynn.”

  It was as if he knew my body better than I did. His command was all I needed; my world shattered and my legs gave out from under me. Holding me by my core, he rode out my climax, then carefully set me back on my feet. He pulled his hand out of me and slid it up my body, my orgasm leaving a wet trail on my skin.

  “My turn.”

  His zipper rasped as it lowered and his pants hit the thick carpet behind me. My body was weak, so I leaned my damp forehead against the cold glass as I waited for his entrance. He spread my legs so that his cock rubbed along my lips, coating his head with my arousal before entering my core. Inhaling deeply, I took him and all that he gave me. With his arms wrapped around me, he lifted my body so my breasts were pressed against the glass.

  He pushed deeper, stoking the blaze within me. Unable to scream from pleasure, I bit on the cloth as another wave hit and an incredible orgasm crashed over me. I tugged on the cloth attached to the curtain, holding on as Haas drove farther, deeper, and faster with each thrust.

  My legs were weak when he stood me on the ground. Then he pulled out of me and yanked the strip off the curtain, my hands dropping free. “Suck me off,” he commanded. “I want to fucking come in your mouth.”

  I tugged the cloth from my mouth and dropped to my knees. Thou
gh the sides of my lips were sore, I sucked down on him greedily. My orgasm was a thin coating on his skin. I held on to his shaft and bobbed up and down while he held the back of my head and spurted his velvety goodness in my mouth. I looked up at him as I swallowed every drop.

  When he was done I dropped my hands and sank back on my heels. Pain and pleasure consumed me. Haas lowered himself and wrapped his arms around my body before lifting me to his chest. “I know it hurts, babe,” he whispered in my ear.

  Peyton was back.

  He laid me on the bed, then removed the straps around my wrists, massaging and kissing each of them as the feeling slowly returned to my fingers.

  “My purse,” I whimpered. “Advil.”

  Peyton ran to the living room for my bag. He returned with a bottle of water and the Advil. “Why didn’t you stop me?” His eyes were worried when he sat next to me.

  “It felt too good,” I said, popping two pills into my mouth. I drank them down and massaged my jaw before laying my head on the pillow next to him.

  Pulling the covers back for me, Peyton smirked at my comment. “Bedtime, Lynn.” I crawled over to him and pressed my lips to his neck as he lay back with my head on top of his chest.

  The next morning I stretched my arms, yawning under Peyton. His hands were still on me, his fingertips circling my skin. My shoulders were sore from the fantastic fuck the night before; the Advil had alleviated some of the pain, but not all of it. Peyton lay on his side, writing letters with his fingers along my rib cage. With my back to his chest, I felt the tip of his nose glide up my neck. I kept my eyes shut as I followed his index finger along my skin.

  H-A-A-S.

  “Are you claiming me, Haas?” I twisted under him until we faced each other and I was greeted with his golden eyes—eyes that made my knees weak anytime he looked at me that way.

  Smirking, he said, “Just claiming what’s mine.”

  Before I had a chance to complain, he leaned over and took my nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled, then he tugged my pebbled nipple between his lips before releasing it.

  “Mine.”

  “Yours?”