by Amelia Jade
Feeling as stable as if she were sitting on a chair, Shay reached down and tugged her shirt up over her head. Warm lips found the exposed skin of her neck before she could remove her bra, and her voiceless cries became moans as he kissed and nibbled gently on her neck, spikes of pleasure shooting through her body.
“Your turn,” she mumbled through his lips, reaching out to tug on his shirt, before the logistics of it all clued in.
Justin worked it out though, spinning her around and laying her back onto the bed as he loomed over her. She practically melted into the sheets, running her fingers up his arms as they bulged to support him above her. His shirt came off shortly after, and he pressed himself down onto her, his skin so hot it practically burned to touch.
Her back arched as he snaked a hand under her, taking half the sheets with him in his haste. She giggled, pushing herself farther back onto the bed as he undid her bra. She let him pull it off, exposing herself to him. A sliver of self-doubt entered her mind as he pulled back to look at her curves, but that was expunged by the blazing desire in his eyes that flared brightly.
“You are so sexy,” he growled in that deep, primal voice that men seemed to use when they got extremely aroused.
The deep rumble of his voice seemed to stoke the furnace between her legs to another level. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him tight until she could feel his hardness pressed against her, a clear sign that he wanted her.
Gently—for him—he grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head, pinning them to the bed. Helpless, she could do nothing but squirm and moan as Justin changed pace, his lips now kissing their way achingly slowly down her neck, across her chest, and toward her breasts. His tongue flicked out, swirling around one, then her other nipple, until they both stood in the air, hard and aroused from his touch.
But he wasn’t done there. He moved down her ribcage and across her stomach, until he got to her pants. That didn’t stop him either. He pulled her arms down and then out from each side, giving himself enough length to continue kissing across the thin fabric of her pants, until he finally arrived between her legs after what felt like an excruciatingly long journey.
By that point Shay was all but aching for him to be inside her, and she didn’t even have her pants off yet!
He continued to kiss her through her pants, the pressure of his lips enough to tease her, but not enough to give her real pleasure. She struggled to get free, to rip them off, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her wrists. Never hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that Shay knew she wasn’t getting free unless he decided to.
“Please,” she begged as he teased her more, her need for him growing with each passing second.
Just when she thought she couldn’t handle it anymore, someone knocked on the door.
“What the?” Justin asked, turning to look over his shoulder.
Shay found herself laughing.
Room service!
She’d totally forgotten.
“Better let me up,” she said, rising swiftly to her feet as he did. She walked to the washroom as the door thumped again under a rapping fist. Grabbing a bathrobe to give her some modesty, she tied it around her waist and pulled the door open.
“Ah, hello,” a young man in hotel dress said. “This was sent up compliments of Ms. Greene.”
So that’s the bartender’s name.
“Thank you,” Shay said, trying to ignore the way the young man’s eyes bulged in surprise as Justin, still shirtless, moved closer to the door.
“What is it?” he rumbled.
“Champagne,” she said. “Be a dear and open it, will you?” she asked, handing it off to him.
“Oh,” he said, taking the bottle in surprise.
Shay moved to where her purse had fallen as they entered the room and pulled out a crumpled bill, giving it to the young man as a tip.
“Thank you,” he said, backing away.
“Tell Ms. Greene that I appreciated it, and that we shall enjoy it,” Shay told him.
The young man nodded jerkily, eyes popping once again as Justin casually pulled the cork out with two fingers. Then he turned and dashed down the hallway.
“Did you really have to scare him that badly?” Shay admonished as she closed the door, turning back to face him.
“Oh,” she said in a small voice.
Justin had taken a split second to divest himself of the remainder of his clothing, standing there completely naked with the champagne bottle in his hand.
“Come here,” he ordered, crooking his finger at her.
Shay swallowed, suddenly nervous as his rapidly hardening cock caught her eye. She got close, and he bent her head back slightly, then poured champagne into her mouth.
“That’s good,” she mumbled as he upended some of it and took a swig himself.
“It is,” he agreed, then gave a gentle push on her shoulder.
Knowing what he wanted, Shay fell to her knees, his cock now at eye level for her. She swallowed again, tentatively reaching out to wrap her hand around the shaft. He was hard, but her touch seemed to take it to the next level.
He was big, but not so large that she didn’t think having sex with him would be fun. Shay gave a silent thank you on that front, having been quite nervous about the prospect of his size.
Above her, Justin had another drink.
“Don’t leave me out,” she ordered, squeezing her hand tight to ensure he obeyed.
Justin let out a playful yelp and lowered the bottle to her lips so that Shay could gulp down some more.
The moment she swallowed the last bit, she licked her lips and sucked him into her mouth, taking the entire head in and allowing her tongue to swirl around it in a slow circular pattern.
Above her, Justin’s surprised hiss turned into a low rumbling moan of delight as she slowly worked her hand up and down his shaft as well. Shay had always enjoyed this part of a relationship, even though she knew many of her friends hated it. To her, the sense of being in control, of knowing that she could please a man, was powerful. There was something about giving such pleasure to someone she cared about, without them feeling like they had to do anything in return but enjoy it.
Her arousal increased as Justin’s moans grew deeper and louder the more she sucked on his dick, taking it as deep into her throat as she could before it began to gag her. Like most men, Justin seemed to like that, so she made sure to do it enough that his arousal matched hers, but not so much that it made her uncomfortable.
Reaching up with her other hand, she began to caress his sac as well, but that proved too much for him. With a hiss he pulled away from her and she could see his muscles flex as he sought to calm himself.
“What?” she asked, trying to give him an innocent-looking pouty face, though she knew that he had come close to the edge and didn’t want to be pushed over yet.
“Don’t you play innocent with me,” he growled, pulling her to her feet. “You know perfectly well what you were about to do.”
Shay was going to respond, but before she could, Justin dropped to his knees, taking her pants and underwear with him in one smooth move. He dropped the bottle of champagne on the floor and then rose to lay her back onto the bed. Whatever she was going to say caught in her throat as his hands slid up the inside of her thighs and gently pushed her legs apart.
Sliding down once more until his knees were on the ground, she shuddered as he kissed her left leg, then her right leg, his lips following his hands as he moved toward the peak of her legs. This was what Shay wanted, what she had been working toward for the past untold amount of time.
The instant his warm breath washed across her clit she shuddered, a million tiny jolts of electricity running over her skin. But that was nothing compared to what happened next.
Justin’s tongue flicked out and caressed her hardened nub, and the lights went out.
They exploded back into focus a second later, though it was a few heartbeats after that that Shay realized it had a
ctually been her eyes closing at the same time every muscle in her body tensed. Her back arched so far she thought she was going to snap in half.
The second touch of his tongue came a moment later, and she convulsed again, her hands coming up to hold her breasts tight, gently tugging and tweaking her nipples as he continued to run his tongue across her.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” she forced out as her orgasm came rushing at her like a freight train, slamming into her body after perhaps five seconds of attention from Justin’s mouth.
Her cry pierced the silence as his finger slid inside her, curling up to hit the slightly ridged skin at just the right time. Shay fell off the edge into the abyss, unaware of what her body was doing as one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had erupted from between her legs. It ripped through her body with a force she couldn’t comprehend and overwhelmed her brain with pleasure.
For several long seconds, Shay’s entire body refused to function. Her mind was lost in the explosion of ecstasy.
Then, like air rushing into a vacuum, it came back to her and she began to writhe on the bed, her fists grabbing the comforter and twisting it into circles as Justin continued to kiss and lick her with just the right speed and pressure to elongate the moment.
“Holy fucking shit!” she shouted through her tightly clenched jaw.
His free hand was wrapped around her leg, ensuring she couldn’t move away from him, even as she struggled to.
“Justin,” she gasped. “You need to stop. I can’t.” He continued though, and her arousal quickly reached a new peak, until a second climax washed over her. This one wasn’t as intense as the first; instead it was more blissful, as if the release was what she had needed. It was hard to describe, but her cries became loud moans instead and she didn’t go crazy with muscle spasms. It was just a release of all the pressure that had built up from his teasing earlier.
“Now I’ll stop,” he said as she settled slightly in his arms, her clit still trembling from the attention given to it.
“How did you do that so quickly?” she breathed in awe when her ability to form words returned.
Justin didn’t answer, his mouth too busy sucking on her nipples.
“Hey,” she said, grabbing his head and forcing him to look at her.
“Yes?” he asked with a wink.
“That,” she said, looking past him at the hard cock dangling from between his legs. “Inside me. Now,” she said, the final word a growled order, not a request.
Justin didn’t even voice a response. He simply positioned himself between her legs, grabbed his shaft and rubbed his tip against her to ensure it was wet so that it would slide in easily, and then he thrust forward slightly.
“Oh, yes,” she said, the last word trailing off into a hiss as he slowly pushed more of his hard cock inside her. “Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned, getting almost as much pleasure from the look in his eyes as she said that as she did from the feeling of his cock entering her and filling her up.
He paused at one point as her eyes flew open, his length catching her by surprise. But after a moment her walls adjusted, and then his hips pressed against hers. He was there, completely buried inside of her. Shay’s entire body shuddered at the feeling. It had been far too long since she had last had sex, and that had been like a candle in the wind compared to Justin. He was so hot.
Seriously, how had a man as gorgeous as him decide that she was what he wanted? Shay wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t going to complain either. Not with the sensations now flooding her body as his hips began to rock back and forth against her.
“Harder,” she growled as she became more used to his size. Teasing wasn’t going to cut it anymore. She needed to be fucked.
Justin sensed that in her look and his hands swept under her legs once more, lifting her ass up off the bed as he sat back on his knees. Only her shoulders were on the bed now as he effortlessly held her aloft and began to thrust into her.
“Holy fucking shit,” she said, eyes wide as he slid deep inside of her with every movement, the angle brushing perfectly against her insides. “Yes, just like that,” she managed to get out as he sped up, the words barely escaping through the cascading sensations that once again threatened to overwhelm her brain.
Without warning, Justin picked her up and roughly pushed her into the wall, holding her aloft. This time, however, they were naked and his cock was thrusting deep inside of her as they kissed.
Shay definitely liked this version better.
Justin’s grunts and groans mixed with her louder moans and cries, filling the small hotel room with the noises of their coupling. After a while on the wall he put her down, bending her over the bed as he stepped up behind her, his cock pushing inside of her again.
How is it he almost came when I was sucking his dick, but now he’s like Superman? The thought came in several disjointed pieces as his hands pulled her hips back into him, ramming his cock deep into her with every stroke. By this point Shay had lost count of how many times she had climaxed.
“I want your cum all over my tits,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him as she said it.
As if that was all the sign he needed, Justin’s eyes bulged slightly at the same time she felt his cock swell.
Swinging around, she dropped to her knees and pressed her arms together, giving the big shifter an impressive eyeful of cleavage as he exploded on them, huge globs of white-hot cum splattering across her. One wayward stream splashed along her cheek, but she didn’t care at that point, lost in the moment as she watched Justin’s face reflect the pleasure of his climax.
Fuck, he’s hot.
The thought echoed through her mind over and over again as he shuddered to a halt and collapsed next to her on the bed, leaving her covered in his sticky load.
Shay just smiled and reached for the champagne bottle.
What fun was sex if it wasn’t a little messy?
Chapter Ten
Justin
“Does this place have a breakfast included with it?” he asked as they emerged from the shower, steam billowing out after them.
“Yeah, and it’s a good one,” she said, following him out, naked except for the towel she was using to dry her hair.
Justin eyed her up and down for the hundredth time that morning, still enjoying the view. He’d seen it all through the night, but in the fresh morning light, well, he felt he needed to do it again.
“Stop ogling me you pervert,” she teased, flicking the towel in the direction of his exposed privates.
“Whoa!” he shouted, jumping back, the empty champagne bottle going spinning across the floor as he accidentally kicked it. “Foul play!” he cried, using one hand to cover himself and the other to ward off her further “attacks.”
Shay giggled and dropped the towel, pressing herself close to him as they shared yet another kiss. She was—he had discovered—a very passionate and expressive person.
He had also discovered that he loved that. He held her in his arms, a wondrous expression at the change in their relationship over the past twenty-four hours emblazoned upon his face. Justin had come to the hotel expecting to tell her everything, and then leave.
Instead, Shay had surprised him—again, he really needed to stop underestimating her—and had shown a surprising resolve and understanding about what it was he did, and who he was. It was almost unbelievable.
Justin knew he lived in a dark world. His unique skills ensured that he lived a life in shadows. The shifter world was one of extreme brutality and excessive death.
But damn did it make the spots like love burn all the brighter around him.
“Can I meet your team, your crew?” she asked as she crossed to the four-drawer dresser at the foot of the bed, pulling open the top one and selecting a pair of underwear and a bra seemingly at random. Justin was sure there was a lot of thought that went into it, but to him, she just jammed a hand in there.
He shook his head and focused on her question. “Absolute
ly!” he said.
Something that she’d said came back to him.
“It’s been a while now since you last raced, right?” he asked her, a small idea forming in his mind.
“Unfortunately,” she said sadly. “My street-legal car wasn’t where I spent any money. It’s pretty damn slow.”
“Did you wanna go for a ride today?’ he asked, a grin splitting his face.
“On your bike?” she asked, brightening immediately.
He nodded.
Shay’s eyebrows furrowed. “You aren’t going to crash again are you?”
Justin felt his jaw drop open in surprise. “Oh my God. You did not just say that, did you?” he asked, feeling heat bloom on his cheeks and assuming they had flushed a dark red at the reminder of the way the two of them had met.
Clad now only in underwear, which he was positive made her even more attractive, Shay grinned broadly. “Maybe you should let me drive,” she suggested.
He grabbed at his heart, feigning injury. “Oh, ow. My dignity,” he said in mock-pain.
“Shouldn’t have wrecked your bike trying to impress me,” she teased, giving his butt a spank as she dug through their mess of clothes before coming up with her pants.
“I was just trying to stay alive,” he muttered, pulling on his pants. As he did, her socks from the day before fell from them, having somehow gotten tangled up.
“Well, I’m glad you did,” she said, turning away.
Justin stood up. “Hey,” he said, waiting until she turned to face him before launching the dirty socks at her.
“Did you just do that?’ she asked in disgust over the howls of laughter coming from him.
“Damn straight I did,” he admitted without shame, sidling up to her and kissing her neck and earlobe gently, until she swatted him away. “Later,” she said with a wink.
“I’m going to take you up on that,” he said slyly, going in search of his shirt.
“Well, we’d better not crash then,” she said, ducking out of the way as he sent a pillow flying her way in response.
