by Chelle Bliss
He had strong, broad shoulders covered in tattoos. I wanted to lean forward and get a better look, but I remained in place. If I hadn’t known better or had seen a picture of him first, I would’ve bet money that he was airbrushed. He was too perfect, with all his rippling muscles, hard body, and flawless skin.
He caught me looking, and winked at me. My cheeks turned pink and heated. I don’t know why. I was half dressed and had had his dick in my mouth and he’d tasted me. At this point, what was there to be embarrassed about?
He grabbed the bottom of my dress as I lifted my ass and let him remove it. It flew across the room, landing near the door, where we had begun. I held out my arm, looking to touch his skin, and he gripped my wrist and pulled me off the bed. Then I wrapped my legs around his body, trying not to fall to the floor, and instantly captured his lips.
He grunted, grinding his dick against my pussy as I clung to him. Reaching underneath my leg, he grabbed his dick, rubbing it back and forth twice before jamming it inside me.
I cried out, not having expected to feel so full and stretched. But then he stilled, letting my body adjust before he turned and pushed my back against the wall. The rough wallpaper scratched my skin with each thrust. I reached out, trying to grip the wall, and knocked over the lamp. The sound of glass shattering as it hit the floor didn’t stop James.
The pictures on the walls rattled as he pounded into me. My tailbone felt like it was being beaten with a bat each time my body slammed up into the wall. With my back on fire, my ass in pain, and my head slamming against the wall, James pummeled me. Sweat trickled from the edge of his hairline, slowly running down his face.
Sweat and I didn’t always get along. With him, I wanted to reach out and taste it. See if it had the same salty taste as his dick against my tongue. Just as I leaned forward, going for the wetness to alleviate the dryness inside my mouth, he placed his lips over mine.
Reaching between us, he flicked my clit with his fingers. It wasn’t a gentle touch. There were no tentative feels to see if my body was sensitive. Each stroke felt like a slap against my pussy. My insides clamped down, the edge coming nearer as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
His strokes became harsh and erratic, matching his breathing. I began to bounce off him, my body flying away from his from the forcefulness of his thighs. Slamming back down on his cock over and over again mingled with the flicks, sending me spiraling over the edge and screaming his name until my throat burned. My eyes rolled back in my head, my head slamming uncontrollably against the wall as my entire body went rigid.
He didn’t let up his brutal assault on my pussy as I came down from an orgasm that left me dizzy. As he pummeled me over and over again, I gripped his shoulder, letting myself get lost in the moment.
He stilled, his abs clenching harder as he grunted and leaned his forehead against me. Then he sucked in a breath, his body shuddered, and he gulped for air.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, swallowing again.
I rested my head against the wall, my entire body feeling like jelly. “Yeah,” I said, not able to say anything else.
He held me there for a moment before carrying me to the bed and placing me on top of the mattress. He collapsed next to me, his chest heaving as he wiped his forehead.
“Tire you out already?” I asked as I turned to face him.
“Izzy,” he said as he pushed the hair that had fallen behind my shoulder. “I’m just getting started, doll.”
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. The room was spinning slightly from the amount of Jack I’d had at the reception. As I was lost in the passion and booze, he’d consumed my entire world and made everything else vanish.
My eyelids felt heavy as I lay there listening to his breathing slow. My mind was cluttered and I wanted to shut it off and drift off to sleep, but my body had other plans—and so did James. The bed dipped and sprang up as he climbed off the bed. A squeak from the shoddy mattress pulled me back to reality. I opened one eye, watching him walk over to the minibar and grab something inside.
“Want a drink?” he asked, dangling a bottle of Jack.
At this point in the night, there were two options. I could either stop drinking and fall asleep or have another and party to the point that, tomorrow, I wouldn’t remember what had happened in this room.
“Yes,” I said, sitting up on my elbows.
He twisted off the cap, plopped some ice cubes in a glass, and poured the amber liquid inside before handing it to me. I took shallow sips, not wanting to swallow it too quickly. The wetness on my tongue and burn down my throat helped breathe new life into me. We stared at each other, sipping our drinks stark naked. He leaned against the small bar area, while I sat on the bed with my shoulder back, giving him a full show.
Unable to take the silence, I sloshed back the rest of my drink, shaking the glass, causing the ice cubes to clink together. A small grin spread across his face as he placed his cup on the bar and walked toward me.
“What?” I asked before I stared down into my empty glass.
“Gave me an idea,” he said as he grabbed his tie off the floor. Then he removed the knot from the silk material. “Lie back.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, just lie the fuck back,” he growled, taking the glass from my hand and setting it on the nightstand.
The growl had been a little bit scary, but sexy as fuck. A shiver ran down my spine as I crawled up the bed backward before placing my head on the pillow.
“Give me your hands,” he commanded, straddling my body.
I swallowed hard, my mouth feeling dry again as I held up my hands and offered myself to him.
“Hold them together. Clasp them.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked out of pure curiosity.
“I’m tying you to the headboard, doll.” He smiled, snapping the tie between his hands.
My natural reaction in this situation should have been “fuck no,” but since I’d had more Jack than I could remember and James was hot as fuck, I said, “Okay,” before clasping my hands together and holding them in front of him without a care.
James twisted the tie around my hands, securing it in a tight knot and drawing them over my head to the headboard. “You okay with this?” he asked, leaning over me with his dick in my face.
“Yes,” I said, reaching forward with my lips to lick the tip of his cock.
He shuddered as he fastened the tie to the headboard before grabbing a spare pillow and placing it under my head. “This should help your arms.”
“It’s not my arms I’m worried about.” Really, I wasn’t. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Thomas would kill him, and then the rest of the Gallo men would be in line to revive him and kill him again.
He laughed, nudging my legs apart with his knees. “Wait. Something’s missing,” he said as he climbed off the bed. He walked to his suitcase, rifled through the contents, and returned with another tie. “For your eyes. Lift your head.”
“I want to see,” I said, pissed off that he wanted to take away my sight.
“It’ll be better.”
“I’ve been blindfolded before, Jimmy. I’m not a virgin.”
“Did you like it?” he asked, studying my face.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, hating myself the instant I said it.
“Good. Head up.”
I sighed, lifting my head from the pillow and watching as he drew closer to me before darkness came.
“Comfortable?” he asked as he tied the knot around the back. “Can you see?”
“It’s fine. I may fall asleep. Just warning you now,” I lied with a smile.
“Impossible,” he whispered against my lips, running his tongue along the seam.
I opened my mouth, trapping his tongue between my teeth. Sliding his hand down my torso, he cupped my pussy.
I smiled, still holding his tongue as his hand left my skin. Suddenly, shooting pain radiated from my core, spreading down my legs. The smack of h
is hand against my pussy sent shock waves through me.
Instantly, I released his tongue and shrieked, “Fuck!” as I tried to free my hands. I wanted to rub my pussy, hold it, and make the sting go away. “Asshole,” I hissed.
“Doll, I’m in control. You can challenge me all you want, but I’ll get my way.”
I grumbled, twisting my body to change the sensation and pulsating heat between my legs. My breathing was fast from the shock of his assault. Laying his hands against my legs to hold them down, he waited for me to calm.
“Can you handle me, little girl?”
“Fuck you,” I seethed. “I can handle anything you give.” Being full of liquor didn’t help with my ability to make rational statements or judgment calls.
I wanted to see his face. Being robbed of my vision made it impossible to read his emotions. The tone of his voice didn’t betray his intentions. I hadn’t expected him to smack my pussy, and without seeing his hand move, I couldn’t prepare for it.
“Does it burn?” he whispered, the bed jostling as he moved.
I nodded, not able to speak without my voice trembling. The sound of something moving against the woodgrain of the nightstand made me turn to the side. I needed to be able to hear what was about to happen, especially if I couldn’t see, but how I’d turned just blocked one of my ears.
I faced forward, waiting for the next sharp sting, when I heard the sound of ice against the glass. I cried out as the cold penetrated through the burn. He held the ice against me, letting tiny droplets of water drip between my legs.
The heat of the slap melted the ice, and the sting of the cold gave way to a feeling of relief. I ground my body against it, craving the coolness of the ice against me. Making tiny circles, he moved the hardness around my clit, making sure to keep it far enough away from the one place I wanted it most.
Goose bumps dotted my flesh as he slid the ice cube up the center of my body, stopping at my belly button, dipping it inside, and resting it there. Then I heard the sound of more ice before a second one touched my skin and both started the ascent toward my breasts.
My nipples were rock hard, throbbing with need, and the thought of the ice touching them had me on edge. I wanted warmth, the feel of his mouth sucking on my tit. My body shook as he circled my breasts, tightening the ring until it landed on the center. The ice instantly cooled my piercings, sending the bite deeper into my flesh.
“Your mouth,” I snapped, craving the heat.
“You don’t call the shots.”
Water dripped down each breast, pooling in the center of my chest. My skin felt like it was on fire except for the spots he touched with the ice and the small stream running down my torso.
Suddenly, his warm tongue blazed a trail up my stomach, sucking the water that had collected on my skin. I lurched forward, trying to offer him my nipple, but he pushed me back down with his palm.
“Be still,” he warned, holding me against the mattress.
I gulped, trying to find an ounce of wetness in my mouth, but came up empty. After licking a path to my left breast, he sucked it between his warm lips and drew it into his mouth. My other nipple was still being blasted by the cold, the opposite sensations causing my eyes to roll back in my head as I lay there immobile.
Once he released my left breast, he placed the ice back on my nipple and moved to my right. The sensation overwhelmed me. No longer could I tell if it was water or my own moisture dripping off my pussy.
Squirming, I needed to find something to stop the throbbing and intense need I felt. With the earth-shattering orgasm I’d had minutes ago, I hadn’t thought he could have me so close to the edge that fast.
The ice, cupped in his hand, slid down my body to my core and rested against my clit. I sucked in air, the cold more than I could bear without wanting to claw his face off.
After letting the ice slip toward my center, he pushed it against my opening. As he moved his fingers inside me, the ice slid inside too, burning a path as it slid deeper. I hissed as his cold fingers pushed against the ice, filling me completely.
Water started to trickle out between his fingers as he worked them in and out. He adjusted, moving his body farther down mine and lashing at my clit with his hot tongue. I shook my head, ready to explode from the overload of hot and cold. When he added a third finger, a burn settled between my legs and he lapped at my core.
I pulled against my restraints, feeling the need to move, but it was no use. I was his prisoner as he devoured my body, sucking and finger-fucking me.
I began to chant softly, calling his name at first. As my orgasm neared and he curled his fingers inside me, I began to yell, “Yes!” and “Fuck!” over and over again. I couldn’t stop pushing myself down on his hand, feeling his tongue slide across my clit. I felt my toes curl as my body grew rigid. Then I held my breath, riding out the wave of pleasure.
Behind the blindfold, my world filled with colors. Vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges danced inside my eyes as I finally gulped air.
I didn’t move as he left the bed. My hands were still above my head, growing tinglier by the second. My chest heaved, the hot breath from my body skidding across the droplets of water. The rip and snap alerted me that he was putting on a condom.
He wasn’t done with me yet.
Since I hadn’t caught my breath, I couldn’t speak before he was between my legs again, rubbing the head of his sheathed dick against my cold opening.
“So fuckin’ amazing,” he growled as he pushed inside.
I mumbled some bullshit even I didn’t understand in my post-orgasm haze. He grabbed my legs, placing my knees over my shoulders as he rammed his dick to the hilt. His fingers pulled on my piercings, sending an aftershock from my tits to my pussy as I gripped him tight, milking his cock.
Linking my feet behind his head, I held his body to mine and pushed against his thrusts. The man was a beast. No other way to describe him. There wasn’t a moment I felt in control of the situation, and for once, I liked it. Maybe it was the alcohol that had me going against everything I believed in and had allowed me to give up control so easily. I liked to think it was Jack and not James causing me to give in and become complacent.
What seemed like a lifetime passed before his rhythm slowed and his body convulsed against me. His weight crushed me as he collapsed, drawing breath as if he couldn’t get enough.
“Hands,” I mumbled as I shook them, hoping to give them more blood. The prickly feeling wouldn’t allow me to be comfortable.
He lifted off me, untying my hands before removing the blindfold. I blinked and squinted, the light blinding me. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the pain caused by the brightness.
“My eyes hurt,” I whined.
He curled his arms around me, pulling my body tight against his. “Sleep, Izzy,” he said into my ear.
The warmth and comfort of being in his arms sucked me in. Peace and sleep came to me as the darkness took me.
10
My stomach turned as I moved. It felt like someone was hammering a nail into my skull. Tap. Tap. Boom. Tap. Tap. Boom. I winced, trying to pry my eyes open from their sleepy state. The little construction worker inside my skull didn’t relent as I looked around.
I swallowed, not recognizing the room before closing my eyes again. Where the fuck was I? Last night was a blur. I remembered the boring-ass reception line, dinner that had seemed to go on forever, and then drinks at the bar. Not just any drink, but my best friend Jack, sliding back and wrapping me up in his warmth.
I tried to smile when looking back on the evening, but everything hurt—even my cheeks. What the fuck happened? I slowly shook my head, trying to clear the fog that clouded my thoughts. My head fell to the side and I opened my eyes to get another look around the room.
I blinked twice, clearing the haze from my vision, and saw him. James. My stomach fell as I looked down his body and then to mine. We were naked, our clothes thrown around the room haphazardly. I’d fucked him. My pussy ached, the
muscles in my arms burned, and my nipples throbbed at the memory of the night before.
I thought I’d dreamt being awoken from my sleep for another go, but nope, I hadn’t. James was insatiable. Even while asleep, his dick was semi-hard, staring at me as a reminder of the multiple orgasms he’d brought me.
I stared at James, watching him sleep. He looked peaceful and kind and not like the man I’d met the night before. James had a sharp tongue, a commanding tone, and an air of authority about him. Everything that made me run for the hills and hide. My body liked him, though. Fuck, even my mind tried to tell me that he was a great guy.
I knew better than that. No man, especially one like James, would make me change my mind on love and relationships. He’d promised me a night with no strings attached, and that was exactly how I wanted it.
Saying goodbye was overrated. I didn’t feel the need to chitchat and thank him for the amazing fuck. Once I had a good grip on the side of the bed, I slowly pulled myself up, praying that the room would stop spinning. Then I turned toward him, waiting to see how heavy a sleeper he was and if I could slink out unnoticed.
I climbed to my feet, holding my head as I collected my dress and panties from the floor. I had to pee like a motherfucker, but I couldn’t risk him waking and finding me in his room.
After placing my panties in my purse, I opened my dress and stepped inside. I zipped it, keeping my eyes locked on him and holding my breath. Then I strapped on my heels, looked around the room one last time to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind, and made my way toward the door. Before I turned the handle, I turned and stared at James.
He really was beautiful when he was sleeping. His rock-hard body covered in tattoos, his cock ready for more, and his beauty was enough to suck any girl in, but not me.
A wave of guilt overcame me, but I pushed it aside as I opened the door, trying to avoid waking him. As I entered the hallway, I exhaled and clicked the door closed. I swear, fucking hotels and their loud-ass doors pissed me off more than anything.
A man passed by, looking me up and down, and I felt like a tramp. Dressed in my gown from the night before, my hair a mess, and probably with makeup out of place, but fuck it. I straightened my back, standing tall as I walked to the elevator.
