Just One Night (Tantalizing Trope Novella Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  For me. For her. But, damn if I wasn't curious what that might feel like.

  Wanting more. Needing more. I never wanted more from a woman. Learned a lifetime ago not to trust women, not to expect more than they can give. My mother couldn't give me attention or affection if she had a man who wanted it instead. Couldn't give me clean clothes on my back or food in my belly either. Stopped expecting shit from women once the one woman who should have been willing to give everything couldn't be bothered to give the bare minimum.

  “What's got your panties in a bunch today, Kinkaid?” Taylor asks about five minutes into our morning meeting.

  “Fuck off, Lassiter.” We say nothing else to one another for the rest of the meeting.

  Last name calling means we are both in a mood. I suspect his still has something to do with me firing his favorite fuck toy. Mine is thanks to the endless wet dream I had starring one earthy beauty, the pretty pink pussy I barely got a taste of, and freckles spelling my fucking name all over her dewy skin.

  After our meeting, I sulked in my office doing absolutely nothing. Hard as stone in my slacks, my hand achy from the pounding I gave my dick last night. Every time I glanced at that photo of her on my phone, I almost went off. It got double-digit ridiculous. Didn't even know a man could come so fast so often.

  First thing this morning, I deleted it. Wanted to rid myself of her.

  Switching to my personal phone, deciding I needed a trip to pound town tonight, hell maybe over lunch, I realized what a wicked witch Ella was. Five images sat unopened on my phone. That phone. Being on that phone told me two things. Ella knew just what kind of shit I used that phone for. And, she fucking wanted in.

  “Christ. Don't open it, idiot. Not a single fucking one.” Even as I warn myself against it, my hands shake as I swipe open the message.

  And, here we fucking are.

  Twenty minutes later with my hand wrapped around my cock, I decide beautiful Ella wants me dead. I slowly stroke myself to the positively perfectly filthy photos she left on my phone. Mimicking some of my own poses, each hotter than the next, the woman was clearly trying to kill me fucking dead.

  “Fucking filthy goddess.” I grunt, pumping my dick as I gaze at my favorite.

  Ella lies in a twist of bright lemon colored sheets, naked. Her small tits shine in sunlight as she arches back against some flower shaped pillows, her pretty peach nipples hard. My fucking mouth waters. Posed this way, I can make out five tattoos on her creamy golden skin.

  A cage at her hip, birds fluttering to freedom over her belly. A curve of words over the curve of the other hip. Flowers dot her left thigh and two small words are beneath her right breast. Fuck, I want to trace each design with my tongue until I can see them without even looking.

  Lying in that bed, she looks like she's lying in a garden, waiting for me to pick. Thighs spread, I can see that pretty pink slit I ran my fingers over yesterday, my hand pumping harder as I remember the sweet honey I stole from those folds. Dark eyes look away, half closed as her hand presses between her legs. I imagine her touching herself just like I did last night.

  Imagine the sounds she made. Glittering pleasure in her beautiful eyes as she came. Fuck, I'm coming now, shooting all over paperwork I probably need. Not the first time we had spunk on paperwork around this office, honestly.

  “Fuck, Ella.” I growl, sliding to the next photo of her looking into the camera.

  Seated in a bath, her eyes are bright caramel and look just like they did last night when I first touched her. Her skin glistens, her tits dotted with petals from flowers that float in her water. Jesus. Feels as if I'm right there with her, those eyes locked on mine, seeing everything no one else is supposed to see.

  “Need to see you. Right now. One night, Ella.” I fire off the message as I clean myself up, praying to whatever makes this kind of shit happen that she agrees.

  I can't give more. Maybe since she knows it up front....

  “Fuck.” I throw both phones on my desk as they both ping with messages.

  I sit there for at least ten minutes, refusing to see who the messages are from. Trying to breathe as my orgasm still sizzles at the edges. I tuck myself away and reach for my work phone. Taylor. Late lunch with Ora. Good for him, I guess. Also, good for me. Because if that other message is Ella....

  Shit. Fucking shit. It is.

  Ella: One night.

  Knox: One entire fucking night.

  Ella: Ok.

  Knox: Right now. I am coming to get you. Tell me where.

  Ella: The park. Taking my walk. Will wait by the fountain.

  Knox: Ten minutes, beautiful.

  I make it in seven. Once I reach the fountain, I slow down. Seeing her seated at the edge of the fountain in the midafternoon sun, my breath stills in my chest. Goddamn, she's beautiful. Head tipped back, hair blowing a little in the slight breeze; she looks like she's made of the earth. I bring my phone out, focusing a shot on her, never wanting to forget this moment.

  In a tight denim top that even from here I could see was misbuttoned, tiny denim cut-off shorts with frayed strings dancing over her creamy thighs and knee-high leather boots, she was effortlessly sexy as fuck. Planned to make her leave those fucking boots on while I did all the dirty shit I planned to do to her.

  Taking at least half a dozen photos as she swirled her hand in the water, back arched as if she was posing just for me, I couldn't see anything else. My dick throbbed in my slacks, excited at the prospect of driving between those thighs. Ella seemed to sense me suddenly, cocking her head my way.

  Jesus Christ, the smile that lit up her face almost put me on my knees.

  Without waiting for me to reach her, Ella was on her feet and crossing to me. Pressing close as if we were old lovers, she closed her eyes and breathed me into her lungs. Fuck, this woman. Tangling a hand in her thick hair, I tip her head back and take her mouth, greeting her tongue first. Ella moans, clutching at my suit jacket to draw me closer. Wouldn't care if she tore the fucking thing off.

  “Let's go.” It's all I say to her before tasting her full lips again.

  I need to consume her. Need to savor her honey sweetness so I can get whatever the woman has done to me out of my system. Ella does not argue or hesitate, just follows me through the park. Once we hit the street, we walk in silence, both her arms wound around one of mine.

  It's just a few blocks to the hotel but I swear those blocks make me half mad. Every look that passes over her, every lingering stare pisses me off. I draw her closer, hooking an arm around her as hers slip around my waist. As if making a statement. One I'd never thought I'd feel, let alone want the entire world to be aware of.

  Caveman Knox wants to beat it out on my fucking chest: Mine. Mine. All mine.

  Weird. Totally weird, but totally fucking fact.

  “Afternoon Mr. Kinkaid.” I blink as we walk through the doors of the hotel I sometimes frequent, the concierge already sliding my usual room key towards me over the counter.

  It feels wrong. I don't want to take her to the same room I've taken the others. Without saying the words, I let him know that and he nods, taking the key back. Ella twists into me, almost hiding as if she's a little shamed to be heading to a hotel in the middle of the afternoon with a stranger. I hold her closer, wanting to protect her from those who might make her feel this is wrong. Even if it's herself.

  I want Ella. Ella wants me. We're grown adults. I don't see the shame.

  “Come on, beautiful.” I take the key and we move as one to the elevator.

  I cage her in the corner as the doors close, once again tangling my hands in her hair. Ella lets out a little gasp when I tug hard, the sound igniting my need to own her. Dominate her. Possesses her completely. I drop my head as we lock gazes, smirking down at her.

  “Oh, baby. When I get you in that hotel room....” I bite my lip, watching her swallow hard as her eyes burn gold with need.

  I watch her as I drop my hands, sliding them over her hips to the fron
t of her shorts. Expertly I flick the button and draw down the zipper. Sliding my hand inside, I grunt to find her bare. Kind of dig that she never wears panties. That her tits are the perfect size and perkiness to never need a bra.

  With one hand in her pants, diving between her legs, my other hand undoes the crookedly done buttons on her top. Ella is trembling beneath me, vibrating with need. A need I intend to see gets taken good care of. We both moan as her top falls open the same moment I slid my fingers into her pussy. Her tits are bare like I expect so I drop my head, licking at the budded nipples.

  “Knox....” My name rolls of her tongue in a purr that makes my dick punch against my zipper, pleading to get in on things. In due time, motherfucker.

  As her fingers tangle in my hair, drawing my to her other breast, I stroke lazily between her legs. Just as I begin to press slow, hard circles at her clit, the elevator reaches our floor. I withdraw from her, smirking when she whimpers in protest.

  “Just getting started, Ella. Come.” I wink at her as I hook an arm around her slim waist.

  Lifting her against me, I let her press close, her bare tits rubbing against the thin cotton of my shirt. It drives us both crazy. By the time we reach the door to our room, she is rubbing against me, clothes nearly falling off her, her mouth passing searing heat over my jaw, my throat, my ear.

  Somehow, I get us in the room, but Ella is just getting started too. I twist to pin her to the door, yanking her top off and flinging it as she rips at mine. Buttons pop, her nails scraping at my chest as she shoves it off my shoulders. I might care any other time. It's a five-hundred-dollar shirt. All I can think of now though is having her mouth on me, her fingers clawing at me.

  “Jesus, Ella,” I growl, hands cupping her ass as I walk blindly through the suit, heading I hope for the bed, “What have you done to me?” I don't expect an answer but she gives me one.

  “Let you know once I figure out what you have done to me.” She giggles. Fucking giggles as I find the bed, dropping her back on it.

  “Goddamn I like that fucking sound, Ella.” I find myself smiling, feeling lighter, and breathing easier when I'm near her. She smiles so wide and bright, laughs so freely, it's hard not to be warmed by her light.

  “Mmm, think I might have plenty of sounds you might like, Knox.” I growl, yanking her shorts down her legs as her hands go for my belt.

  Within seconds, we're both naked, the room filled with panting breaths and fluttery moans. I climb over her, yanking her arms high over her head as my knees shove her legs wide. I want to restrain her. Want to tie her to this fucking bed and do a thousand different deliciously wicked things to her.

  “Holy hell you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” I don't often say shit I don't mean and I rarely mean shit like that. But, this time, with her, I do.

  Spread out in the crisp white sheets of the huge bed, she is gorgeous. Tawny skin shimmers in the sun as she wriggles beneath me, seeking friction to sate the need I see lighting her up. All that dark hair, long legs, thick thighs those tattoos—of which I see a few more—it's laid out for me to admire.

  “Show me what's between those sexy thighs, Ella.” A soft whimper escapes her throat as she arches, knees falling open as she does as she's told.

  Fuck. Me.

  Pretty pink and absolutely perfect, her pussy glistens with creamy sweetness. I remember her taste, my mouth watering as I lower to the bed between her legs. Breathe deep her sweet scent. I intend to savor that sweetness tonight. First, though.

  “Touch yourself for me. Show me how that pussy likes it.” Ella throws her head back, hand not hesitating to slide between her legs. Fuck, yes.

  Palming her thighs, I spread them wider as I watch her stroke herself. Watch her circle her clit with small, hard circles, her hips bucking just slightly. Ella slips two fingers inside herself, the sound of her tightness, of her wetness sucking greedily making me hard as shit. I watch her pump slowly, in, out, rub at her clit, in out. Too soon, she stops.

  Ella lifts her fingers to my mouth and I greedily suck them in.

  We both moan and I shove her thighs wider, diving in.

  “Oh Fuck. Please....Knox.... yes, please.” I flatten my tongue and draw one long lick over her, grunting at how fucking good she tastes.

  Slipping my thumbs over her as I settle in to hook my arms over her thighs, I take my time. Savor her just like I promised myself I would. I pass my tongue over her, circle it against her throbbing clit, spear inside her again and again. Beneath me, Ella rocks, circling her hips, taking everything I am giving her.

  My fingers dig into her thighs as she starts to come apart for me. Dropping one hand back between her legs, she rubs at her clit and fuck it's hot to watch her chase her pleasure like that. I suck her fingers into my mouth as she starts to shake, wanting all of that creaminess for myself.

  “Christ. Oh...oh....mmmm.” Ella tries to twist away from the intense orgasm as it seizes her, but I refuse.

  I flatten my fingers at her clit just like in the park, rubbing as I slip two more inside her. Ella losses it, coming hard as I draw out her pleasure, fingers pumping into her, rubbing at her, doing everything I can to make it so good it hurts.

  “Give me everything, baby. Every fucking inch of that is mine. Give it to me; let me see it, let me hear it.” Ella fists the sheets beneath her as she bucks, crying my name out in a melodic echo that makes my cock ache.

  It might be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, watching Ella come for me.

  I wish I had my phone ready to capture it, to keep the moment forever. But I know there's no fucking way I will forget it. It comes in waves, crashing high and wide and then rippling through her slowly. Rising up on my knees, I don't give her time to shy away, to retreat.

  “On your knees, baby. Ass up. Open that mouth for me.” Ella's eyes gleam as she watches me stroke my cock, the head pulsing angry and with need. Needing only her. Her mouth, her touch, her tight pussy. I need it all.

  “Yes, Sir.” A roar tears from me when she says it. I lose a little of myself to Ella then and I think we both know it.

  Ella does as she's told, folding onto her knees with her ass up. Reaching out, I tug at her chin, watching the fire stoke in her eyes as she drops her mouth open. Tracing her full mouth with my thumb, I don't know if I'll ever want something more than this again. Ella hooks her tongue around my thumb, swirling it to tease me.

  How could a man want anything more than a goddess who wants to please him?

  “You are fucking gorgeous on your knees, Ella.” I shift my hips, feeding her my cock, both of us moaning as it passes her lips.

  Tangling both hands in her thick hair, I take complete control. I guide her until she swallows me deep, hissing as she flattens her tongue beneath my shaft. Ella takes all of me, peering up at me with those eyes that make me want things I shouldn't. Rocking my hips, I watch her lips suction at me, her tongue swirl around me, her throat work me and it's heaven. Pure, filthy fucking heaven.

  “Goddamn I wish I had my camera, baby. Want to capture how beautiful you are sucking my cock.” I thrust slowly, fucking her sweet mouth until she twists her head.

  “Get it. I want you to remember me.” No fucking way I could forget her, but I don't say that. I just bend over the bed to grab my slacks. I snatch out my phone and the condoms I slid in my pocket earlier.

  “Come back. Open that sexy mouth for me again.” I bring the camera up again and aim it at her as she grins, tongue out, mouth wide, eyes locked on mine.

  Ella takes me deep once more and I somehow manage to focus enough to get some shots off. I switch it to video and steady my hand as she starts to work me, letting me fuck her face until her body shudders with the force of my thrusts. I angle the camera to capture it all, my free hand tangling in her hair to keep those eyes on me.

  “Jesus Christ. So Goddamn beautiful, baby.” I ignore the hitch of emotion in my voice, not having an answer for where it might be coming from.

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sp; Rolling, flickering fire licks through me so I fist her hair to stop her before I come in her magical mouth. Ella bends to the bed in a submissive pose I don't think either of us question. Aiming my phone at her, I stroke my cock as I watch her offer herself to me in ways no one else ever has.

  “Want to tie you to this bed, bury my cock inside you and never leave you. Want to make you come until it hurts. Wrap my hands around that pretty throat and use your perfect pussy, sweet mouth and maybe that sexy ass to get off until I can't remember my own goddamn name.” Ella lifts just her eyes to me and the fire in them tips me world on its axis.

  “Please do. Please. Sir.” We never talked about this. Hell, we barely talked about shit. But, that she knows to call me Sir, that she somehow knows how hot that got me from that very first message, it means shit I don't want to figure out.

  I don't want to think about it, don't want to consider how she knows what I need when before we stepped into this hotel room I didn't know myself. All I want is to take from her what I need. I want to take everything and leave nothing behind. Just this one time.

  “Lay back, Ella,” I command in a tone I have never used with someone before, “Spread your legs and wrap your hands around the head board.” Setting the phone aside, for now, I tear down one of the sheets as she does as she's told.

  I was wrong. Watching her come was beautiful. Watching her suck my cock was, too. Ella spread out on that bed, waiting to let me use her to please myself is the most gorgeous fucking sight I have ever seen.

  I rip the sheet into lengths before climbing back over her. Holding her gaze, I drop to press kisses to her wrist before I tie it to the headboard with one of the lengths of sheet. I do the same on the other side. Ella pants her breaths out, body trembling, but I can see in her eyes that she trusts me.

  That is fucking everything. That look in those eyes.

  I slide over her, passing my mouth over every single inch of her. Then I start again. I linger between her legs, licking greedily at her hot stickiness until she just edges another orgasm. I break away then, reaching for a condom and tearing it open. The sound of the foil is loud in the quiet room.