by Liz Crowe
“Oh, dear God, Gillian,” he murmured, his lips against her neck. They’d backed into the corner of the stalled elevator. He lifted her short skirt and shoved aside her thong. His finger touched the hard nub of her engorged clit. She shuddered as he finally found his target. Keeping his thumb against the button of flesh, he thrust two fingers inside her moist pussy.
Their lips teased, nipping at each other. She lifted one knee, wrapped it around his waist, giving him more access, needing him deeper. Her body, so long neglected, reacted quickly. Long-buried desire raged through her brain.
The orgasm ripped through her with a fierce energy. She clutched his shoulders and cried out, her voice hoarse with passion. He kept his fingers inside her as her body calmed. His lips never left her skin. She gasped at the sensation of his teeth against her neck.
“God, that was beautiful.” He sighed and eased his fingers out. She watched as he put them into his mouth one by one, sucking her essence from his flesh. She struggled away from the wall, a little embarrassed by her knee-jerk reaction. Before she could say a word, he had both hands propped on either side of her head, pinning her back against the cool glass.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, before giving her a tender kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, but drew back in surprise.
“Sorry for what? Was it not clear how good that felt?” She adjusted her dress and tried to rearrange her hair, cursing her fair skin for giving away her emotions. He’s leaving Gillian. This is all you get, so enjoy it.
His lovely, gentle smile reflected such honest happiness she couldn’t help but grin back. “It’s Jackson. He told me I should, you know, go slow with you. Not to rush.”
She put her arms around the man’s neck and held him close. “Jackson Castillo is full of shit,” she whispered in his ear. “Now, take me to your room. I want more.”
Without taking his eyes from hers, he hit the start button and the number twenty-seven, then leaned in and owned her mouth once more with a sweep of his tongue.
Chapter Six
They raced down the hall, giggling like teenagers. Ramon fumbled for his key card, missing the swipe several times thanks to Gillian’s hand on his zipper.
“Jesus, woman, you’re gonna make me…ah!” He finally got the green light and shoved the door open. Their arms tangled, mouths collided as he yanked her inside, pushing her up against the wall inside the foyer. Almost blinded by passion, his need to have her was stronger than any he’d ever experienced.
“Now,” he growled. “I need you right now. Please, Gillian.” He lifted both of her legs up around his body, shoving her soaked thong aside. She kept her arms around his neck as he buried his face in her breasts.
“Wait, Ramon.” She tried to talk around his kisses. “I’m too heavy. You’ll hurt yourself.” But he held on tighter, sucking first one then the other delicious nipple, one hand cradling a breast, the other propped against the wall. Angling his hips to keep them anchored her pussy was hot on his still-covered cock.
“Oh, my God, I have to….” He bit down lightly on her jugular vein then sucked hard before reaching down to unzip his trousers and give his aching cock some relief.
She gasped at the sensation and put her hands on his shoulders. He cut off anything she might say with a kiss so intense she moaned and pressed down against his flesh. He tried his level best not to shove himself inside her body. He was so close. She let his length slide along the outside of her moist lips, making him insane with need. The smell of their combined passion, along with her intoxicating vanilla-scented perfume coiled around him.
They stayed that way, pressed together against the wall a few feet inside a suite that held no end of places to fuck, but he didn’t let go. His head spun, as he leaned in and lapped the beads of sweat along her neck, between her breasts. “Condom?” She gasped. “Where…?”
He managed to fish out his wallet, find a foil packet, tear it open and lean back, still holding her up against the wall with his thighs. She smiled at him. “I think this would make a lovely therapy for your knee, don’t you?” He grunted and quickly rolled the latex over his rigid cock. Groaning into her mouth as she shifted slightly, he slipped inside. She kept her deep green eyes on his as her body moved, gripping his shaft.
She bit her lip and gasped when he grabbed her hips and shoved, hard, reaching high inside her, moaning low in his throat. The velvet clutch of her pussy felt exactly as he had imagined since first laying eyes on her. Her strong thighs gripped his waist and he smelled her warm, moist lust all around him. Christ, I’m gonna come already. He clamped down hard, thinking about offside rules, set plays, asshole referees, and gut-busting drills, anything but the grip of her walls around his cock.
“God, Ramon. I want to feel you come. Show me how much you want me. Don’t hold back.” Her lips tickled before she bit on his earlobe. He groaned and pressed her against the wall, his mind a blur, all pretense of control forgotten. They melded together, his face against her neck, her arms tight around him. She cried out, yelling his name, her voice hoarse as she came in an amazing gush of fluid and spasm all along his cock. That tore it.
“Oh…unh…God…!” He gave one last shove, grunted, and his body flooded with sweet release as he finally climaxed. The mind-blowing orgasm was one for the record books. Keeping his hands on her hips, he nestled his face against the gorgeous globes of her breasts. His cock jerked and twitched. Finally, his bad knee cried out and he eased her off and down to the floor.
He stepped back, hands on his hips, breathing ragged, still fully dressed but for his glistening, latex-covered shaft. Suddenly ashamed of himself for taking her that way, he took the condom off and zipped up. He studied the vision before him, her tangled red hair wild from his hands and friction against the surface behind her, dress in a shimmering puddle at her feet, amazing breasts tipped with sweet nipples. He froze the sight of her swollen lips and heavy-lidded, just-fucked expression in his memory banks forever.
Taking her hand, he led her into the room, sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. They kissed for what must have been like hours, his mind content for the first time in months. At that moment he knew he would never, ever leave. Shoving aside the mental warnings—that he was impulsive, acted too often on emotion and instinct—he lay the beautiful woman down on the bed and, quickly removed his clothes.
He propped himself beside her up on an elbow and ran a finger down her face, trying to find words. A tear leaked out of her eye. Another followed it. He lay back, holding her as sobs broke through, wracking her body, frightening him with their intensity. Fuck. Jackson had been right. He’d gone too far, too fast, in spite of her protests.
“Shh…querida, my darling…shh….” He brushed her hair back, kissed her cheeks, tasting salt from sweat and tears. “I’m here, it’s okay….”
Finally, she sniffled and hiccupped. Without a word, she went into the bathroom. When she returned, with a large towel wound around her body, he sighed. I fucked this up for certain.
Gillian’s entire soul sang with happiness and sadness all at once. This man had been exactly what she needed, wanted, all of it. How in the hell would she be able to tell him goodbye in one more day?
Figures. You fell in love with a man with a bum heart then get your own ripped out of your chest for two years. Now you find another amazing guy, fall in love with him inside of twenty-four hours, although you know damn good and well it’s a one-night stand.
She leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, body still pulsing and twitching from the long forgotten sensations of a nice hard fuck. Observing the bronzed god-like body, she resisted the urge to lick her lips. His strong torso tapered to a narrow waist, his ab muscles prominent, the line of his hips pointed straight to that cock, still half mast, long, lean, and perfect. The ugly scar running from the top of his right knee all the way to his ankle drew her eye. The ugly marring of his physical perfection made her nearly ill, knowing as she did what agony it had caused him.
“
That looks terrible.” She pointed to it, not sure why she said it as she made her way back over to him.
He looked down at his injury, then back up at her, concern flooding his eyes. “Yes, it was. It is terrible. I thought my life was over.”
In one smooth motion he had her gathered in his arms and pressed his mouth to hers. The sweet nectar of his lips nearly made her come apart at the seams. He broke the kiss and took her face between his hands. “But now I know it’s not.”
She pulled away. “Don’t bullshit me, Ramon. I know you’re leaving Monday.”
She laid her aching head on his bare chest, arms wrapped around his lower back. The strong thump-thump of his heart soothed her. He ran his hands down her hair, her back, cupped her ass and then moved back up. His cock stirred against the towel.
“But,” she said before he could speak, keeping her face hidden from his gaze lest he see the raw longing in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me again, and again, so I can have this at least, before you go.” She dropped the towel, and tugged him toward the bed, kissing him, loving the taste, smell and feel of him all through her.
But he stopped her, took her arms from around his waist and held her still. She breathed fast, needed him inside her again, willing to take that in lieu of a long commitment if that’s what he was offering. But he simply stared at her, his chestnut eyes darkening further with lust and some sort of emotion she couldn’t or wouldn’t identify.
“I will.” he said simply. “I plan to lay you down on this bed and lick your pussy next. I want you to come all over my face. Then I am going to fuck you again and again. But I have one question.”
She nodded, biting her lip, her clit already twitching in anticipation of his attention.
“Would it be okay if I stayed?”
She gulped, tried to process his words, her mind blurry. The struggle to overcome raw lust and her need for more from this man had been hard fought. What was he talking about? Stay where? Here? With her? She must have remained quiet too long because he embraced her, although her arms stayed by her sides, her body stiff with tension and disbelief. It couldn’t be true. Her inner cynic kept her in denial.
“What, for a few more days then?” She muttered into his warm skin.
“No.” He tilted her face up to his. She knew the emotion in his eyes now. It mirrored hers. “Forever,” he said before he leaned into her lips, then picked her up and plopped her down on the bed.
Gillian thought she could drown in his kisses, would happily get lost in the soft, dark tangle of his skin and hair.
“Now about that pussy.”
She smiled and shifted upward on the bed as he slid down her body, not leaving a single inch of flesh unkissed or unlicked. He grabbed her hips and dove between her legs, pulling her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out and fisted her hands in his hair. His fingers probed then pushed inside her, reaching up high, under her pubic bone, touching someplace deep and spectacular. She yelped and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, angling her hips up higher. The orgasm smacked into her without warning.
“Mmm….” He moaned against her soaking flesh as she came, and lapped at the moisture that coursed over his hand while her body jerked and shuddered.
“Wow,” she whispered, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling. “Never thought I could come so…fast.”
He chuckled and lunged up, flipping them over so she straddled him. She smiled, rocking her hips. He smiled back, eyes hooded and dark with passion. He reached over to the side table drawer and grabbed another condom packet.
“Are you ready for me, Gillian? ‘Cause I need to be inside you, already. Again. Now.” He growled as he sheathed himself then gripped her hips, lifting her up. “See?” He nodded toward the place where their bodies were about to connect. She looked down. His long cock just touched her lips.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She demanded. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. God, this is amazing. He is amazing. Better than she had imagined.
He guided himself inside her, filling her, reaching high, like his fingers had at that angle. “Ahhhh…yes,” he groaned.
She fell forward and shoved her tongue into his mouth, owning him like he had her. He clapped both hands on her ass, thrusting into her, letting her lead the kiss but proving his need for her at the same time. He tore his lips away, his breath ragged gasps.
“Give me your nipple,” he demanded.
She arched forward, putting her breasts against his face. He nuzzled them, licking the hard buds of her nipples, sucking and biting, making her pussy clench harder. She rocked against him, feeling the orgasm approach, this time slowly, more intensely than the previous two. She watched a small drop of sweat drip from her breasts onto his skin as she pushed herself back up. Bracing against his firm chest, her inner muscles gripped his length; she ground her clit against his pubic bone. She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting it take her, move her, and when she came, it was in a tumult, tossing her under in waves of pleasure. She gasped when he flipped her over again, never taking his cock from inside her.
He yanked her from one orgasm straight into another. The sight of his amazing mahogany skin moving between her legs, proved mind bogglingly erotic. The view of his cock moving out and thrusting into her body, the press of his length filling her made her grunt and yell out with continued spasms of sheer ecstasy.
“I’m gonna come.” His face was a mask of pleasure. “May I?”
She propped a knee against his chest. The exquisite angle and the sensation of him so deep nearly made her weep with pleasure.
“Please.” she pleaded with him. “I want you. I…need you.” She closed her eyes against the intensity of his orgasm.
“God, yes! Ah…Gillian….” Her body clutched and milked him. She let her leg fall off his torso and pulled him to her lips. His were soft and tender on hers as his hips continued to thrust in reflexive movements inside her. She wrapped around him, their bodies slick with sweat. After a few moments their breathing slowed, and he withdrew, dropping down beside her.
“In the name of all that is holy, you are amazing.” He groaned and stretched, pulling her into his arms. “Will you stay with me tonight?” His low voice sounded already headed toward slumber. “Please, I want…I need to wake up with you in my arms.”
She rolled to her other side, letting him spoon her from behind and covered them both with the silky duvet. She’d arranged for an overnight sitter so Harrison would be fine. And she needed to wake up in this man’s arms tomorrow—and for the foreseeable future mornings. She sighed, and snuggled into his embrace. He kissed her shoulder.
“Gracias,” his breathing evened out as he relaxed against her body.
“Thank you,” she muttered, as the words forever and Ramon tumbled through her head.
She smiled.
***
At that moment, Jackson Castillo got a text message from Madame Evangeline
“Well done, mon cher. Well done.”
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Microbrewery owner, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, in a Major College Town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. When she isn't sweating beer inventory, sales figures or promotional efforts for her latest publication, doing pounds of laundry for her sweaty athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner, she can be found walking her standard poodles or doing Bikram Yoga. Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn't any decent European football on the telly. If you want a beer education follow her: www.a2beerwench.com. For writing related stuff, including her backlist, go to: www.brewingpassion.com.
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But she knows they can never be. She will return home to California within a month, leaving behind all she loves about the ancient city. In a rare fit of spontaneity, Elle has contracted with Madame Eve's 1Night Stand dating service, hoping to find a way to forget the dark, handsome young man who has captured her heart. Little does she know what awaits her in the ancient recesses of the Ottoman palace turned luxury hotel under the hands of her one-night stand masseur.
Blue Cruise
Caleb and Tarkan were an odd couple—men from two different cultures—so in love, they were determined to overcome any obstacles. But fate had different plans for Tarkan. Shattered and unable to function a full two years after tragedy strikes, Caleb faces the hollow shell that is his life.
Adem Broussard is happy enough, as owner and chef of his restaurant on the Turkish southern coast. But a tall, American Adonis he saw once, years ago on a Turkish Blue Cruise haunts his most erotic dreams, and he hopes contracting Madame Eve's 1NightStand service for an unconventional date will help him forget.
When Caleb caves in to his friend Elle's insistence that he return to Turkey and exorcise some of the demons that haunt him, he reluctantly climbs on board a private yacht for a special 1Night Stand Blue Cruise. There he comes face to face with the man who remembers him well…and helps him heal.
