by Evelyn Glass
“I don’t think I could get my old lady to even try someplace like that,” Rip said from the front. “She is more of a burgers and beer type.”
As they chatted, Beast’s hand crept ever higher up her leg, until he brushed softly against her womanhood. She had to bite her lip to not make a sound as he gently touched her while he continued to talk with Rip. She pushed his hand away, but the moment she released it, he slid it up her thigh and touched her again. He wasn’t even looking at her, the shit, driving her mad as he kept Rip occupied in conversation.
She opened her legs slightly to give him more room to work, his finger dancing feather light over her panties. She’d worn something special for him tonight, and he had no trouble pushing the tiny bit of fabric aside for better access.
She laid her head back against the headrest, her eyes closed as he caressed and stroked. It was like the door all over again, a new and exciting sexual experience, but this time she had to be quiet. Knowing Rip was only a foot or two in front of her, completely unaware of what was happening, was winding her so tight she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t make a sound, and that wound her tighter still.
Beast glanced at Shayna, her head back, eyes closed, biting her bottom lip as he touched her. He was having a hard time focusing on the conversation with Rip, and he desperately needed to free his cock from the bind it was in. When Rip looked away a moment, his eyes no longer flicking to the rearview, he quickly adjusted himself, almost gasping in relief.
Shit, shit, shit…I’m going to come. I fucking going to come right here in his fucking car! She forced herself to stillness, her eyes closed as if sleeping, but she was raging inside as her orgasm began to twist her up. She swallowed hard, forcing down the moan of pleasure that threatened to escape her. I’m going to kill Beast. When we get back to the room, I’m going to fuck him until he passes out, then I’m going to kill him!
Try as she might she couldn’t keep her breathing slow and steady, her left hand gripping the door handle fiercely tight, the fingers of her right hand biting into Beast’s legs as she fought off the whimper of her orgasm. As she gasped and panted in near silence, he slowly withdrew his hand, tugging her panties back into place as he did. She opened her eyes, her head lolling to the side. He smiled at her and blew her an air kiss. What a prick! she snarled to herself, but she couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her lip, wondering what other surprises he might have in store for her.
***
When the external elevator passed the fifth floor, Beast turned to Shayna and pressed her against the glass wall as he kissed her hard. They had about thirty seconds before the elevator reached their floor, and he intended to use every second of it.
She pulled him in, her leg wrapping around his to draw his hips into hers. They didn’t have time to do anything before they reached their floor, but she was dripping for him, the little episode in the car lighting a fire in her like none she’d ever experienced.
He felt the car slow a moment before the ding announced the arrival of their floor. He quickly stepped back and pivoted to face the door as Shayna scraped herself off the glass. She was tugging out the wrinkles in her dress as the doors opened, an elderly couple smiling at them as the doors parted.
“Evening,” Beast said as they stepped out.
“Evening. Nice night, isn’t it?” the woman replied, nodding in greeting.
“Yes, ma’am, very nice. Enjoy the view on your way down,” he said as the elevator door closed. “I know I will,” he added as he drew a fingernail lightly down the back of Shayna’s arm.
They entered the room, Shayna leading the way to the bedroom. She thought about stripping as she walked, dropping her clothes to leave a trail, but only removed her sandals. She wanted him to see what she was wearing under her dress and since the dress was still fresh, she didn’t want it wadded up on the floor so she could wear it again tomorrow.
He removed his jacket and hung it in the closet as Shayna slithered out of her dress. He turned to face her, a smile forming on his lips. “Nice,” he said softly, admiring the view.
She was wearing a dark green Tanga and plunge bra that pushed her breasts up to show them off to full effect. It was a matched set she’d picked up a couple years before but never worn, and she was pleased by his reaction. She’d debated wearing something even more racy, a lacy, black come-fuck-me number, complete with garters and crotchless panties that were given to her as a gag, but what she was wearing was a good compromise between comfort and sexiness.
She felt herself flush, watching as he removed his pants, shirt and shoes, hanging them in the closet with his jacket. He was wearing a pair of black low-rise briefs that made her mouth water. They flattered him, fitting in all the right ways without being over the top ridiculous. She licked her lips as the fingers of her right hand unconsciously traveled the inside swell of her breasts. They were similar to the underwear he’d worn yesterday, but at the time she was too distracted to notice how sexy they made him.
He stepped to her, the green of the bra and panties complementing her complexion and hair color. He’d seen sexier underwear on women, but never had he seen a woman make underwear so sexy. Once again she wasn’t even trying, her natural sexiness coming through in her relaxed confidence and it beckoned him. He took her face in his hands and held her as he looked down into her eyes. “I know this is going to sound like some kind of cheesy line…but you are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He held her eyes, letting her read the truth there, until she smiled.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she purred softly as their lips touched.
He picked her up and walked to the center of the huge bed before laying her softly down, his lips never leaving hers. He pulled back, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, looking into her eyes. She liked that he spent as much time, or more, looking at her eyes as he did the rest of her body.
He pulled her up, placing a hand behind her back for support as he nuzzled her neck, his other hand quickly and efficiently unhooking her bra before easing her back to the bed.
She smiled as she felt the catch release. I can’t do it that fast with two hands! “You’ve done that before.”
“I’ve been practicing, waiting for you,” he mumbled into her neck and shoulder as his lips continued to caress her skin.
“You’re such a bullshit artist,” she giggled.
“Yeah, but tonight, I’m your bullshit artist.” He moved from her neck, taking his time, kissing his way to that place under her jaw he’d discovered she liked so well. Her soft moan as his lips returned to that spot made his blood boil. He nuzzled and kissed, moving along her throat to the other side, her gasp as she held his lips to the spot making him ache for her.
She slid her hands inside his briefs, taking his cock into her hand, feeling it throb with his heartbeat. His fingering her to orgasm in the limo and the scorching kiss in the elevator had her on edge. She wanted to go, but at the same time she wanted to draw out the pleasure of his slow kisses. She groaned, torn between competing desires, her hand circling the head of his member, picking up his lubrication as she began to softly stroke him.
“I want you,” she panted.
“Later,” he breathed into her neck.
She groaned again, pushing at his briefs. He let her push them down as he slowly moved down, running his tongue along the inside of her breasts, kissing the newly exposed flesh as he slowly pulled her bra aside. He swirled his tongue around the hard point of her breast, smiling as she groaned, a small shudder of pleasure rippling through her as her free hand pressed his lips firmly down.
She’d thought the climax in the car, small though it was, would have taken a bit of the edge off, but it had served only to make her restless for more. She was burning with desire as he slowly worked his way down her body, his tongue tormenting her nipple as his hand softly stroked her most intimate place through her panties. She pushed at his underwear again, desperate to get them off of him so she could feel on
ly his skin against her.
He gently tugged her bra free, exposing her breasts and slathering them with his tongue as he worked his way out of his briefs. Free of his underwear he began to kiss lower, moving slowly down her body, moving his cock out of her reach, using the time to cool his ardor so he’d last.
He slowly slid her panties down, and she could feel their dampness from her sex as his lips trailed in their wake. He had her so worked up that nothing mattered except for the need that was consuming her. As his fingers teased her nipples to near painful hardness, he settled between her legs and gently kissed her womanhood. She groaned, long, low and deep as she twisted her hands in his hair and pulled him into her.
He licked and probed, tickling her clit with his tongue before pressing in hard and holding it. Shayna moaned, pulling his head in as she arched her back. He gave her button a hard swipe with his tongue, then pressed in again. She liked the slow licks and hard steady pressure, and he continued to press in tight before softly pinching her clit with his lips.
Her orgasm had been a long time coming, Beast pushing her higher and higher, and the gentle tweak of his lips sent her crashing into an orgasm of epic proportions. With a deep and loud growling grunt her orgasm swept over her, battering her with its unstoppable power.
He continued to flick her clit with slow firm strokes of his tongue, his fingers caressing her nipples, as she curled up, her shoulders rising off the bed as she held his head tightly to her, grunting and gasping as she jerked. He peered from under his eyebrows, watching as her face twisted with eyes clinched tightly shut as if in pain.
She fell back, spent. She only thought she’d come hard last night. She tried to speak, tried to tell him what he’d done to her, but she couldn’t find her voice, a weak whimper the only sound she could manage. His lips touched hers and she took them greedily, his kiss seeming to recharge her.
“Challenge…accepted,” he said softly as he pulled back from her lips.
She giggled, nodding her head slowly. “I want you.” He smiled then moved away, reaching for the side table. “No,” she breathed, pulling him back to her. “I want you.” She’d never had an uncovered cock before, and she wanted him to be the first, wanted to experience what it really felt like to be fucked as nature intended.
He looked into her eyes, half closed in satisfaction. “Are you sure?” He couldn’t remember the last time he fucked a woman without protection. It had been years.
She nodded. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
He smiled as he brought his lips to hers. “Me, too,” he whispered as he moved between her legs. He entered her slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of her sliding along his naked cock. He dropped to his elbows, his face buried in her neck as he began to drive into her with long slow strokes.
“Yes…” she whispered, her hands going to his back, holding him to her as he kissed her neck and shoulder. She couldn’t tell if he actually felt different than he had last night, but knowing they were fucking without protection, placing their trust in each other, made it better.
He moved slowly, pushing up so he could look into her beautiful face, letting his pleasure build, listening to Shayna whimper and gasp in pleasure as her hand traveled his back and ass or gripped his arms.
He pulled out and rolled to his back, knowing she liked being on top. She moved with him, swinging her hips over his and settling on him once more as she took him into her depths with a gasp. She sat upright, rocking her hips, her hands in her hair as his hands caressed her, gliding over her skin with feather lightness, before cupping her breasts. She was amazing, her face twisting in the pleasure as they gave and took, and he could feel his own orgasm trying to form.
“You’re going to make me come,” he breathed.
She smiled down at him. “Good.” She leaned down, taking his lips in an impossibly erotic kiss. “I’m going to come again, too. Fuck me hard until you come,” she breathed.
He slid his arms inside of hers, taking her face into his hands as she leaned into his arms and rose up slightly on her knees. He began to move, slowly at first, but then harder and faster, watching her face contort in pleasure as he pounded into her hard and fast.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
He said nothing, watching her face as it began to twist in rapture again.
“Come with me…please come with me,” she begged.
She groaned softly as she tucked her chin into her chest, settling back as he continued to thrust.
Her weight limited his movement, but watching her face twist as she issued that incredibly sexy moan of hers as she settled on him, pushed him over the edge. He gasped softly as he came, relaxing his arms and allowing her to settle to his chest before kissing her slowly.
After taking her fill of his lips Shayna rose up slightly. That orgasm wasn’t nearly as hard as her first, but it was still deeply satisfying. She’d never experienced the sensation of having a man come inside her before and she found the sudden wetness deeply erotic. She began to pump her hips slowly, enjoying making him grunt and twitch.
“Now,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes. “Fuck me until I come again.”
He smiled, her slow hip motions keeping him hard and ready. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured before pulling her lips back to his.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shayna opened her eyes with a deep breath and a smile. She was lying on her side, Las Vegas visible through the wall of glass in front of her, and Beast tucked in comfortably behind her. He had taken her time and time again last night, fucking her in every position she’d ever tried, and a half-dozen more she’d never heard of. By the time he’d finally come again, they were bathed in sweat and gasping for breath before she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. She smiled at the slight ache, a wonderful reminder of her labors the night before, but she’d never felt better.
She rolled over, expecting to find Beast still asleep, but his eyes were open and he smiled at her. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered before kissing her softly.
She enjoyed the slow, sweet kiss. It was deeply sensual but lacking the fire of the previous night, a perfect good morning kiss to start the day. “How long have you been awake?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe an hour.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Didn’t want to. I was enjoying holding you.”
She didn’t know why that last statement touched her, but it did. “How did you sleep?”
“Fine. You?” He smiled. He’d slept more than fine. She had positively worn his ass out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked as long, or as hard, as he had last night. Shayna may be little miss conservative doctor during the day, but she was a regular hellcat in bed at night.
She grinned. “Like the dead. I don’t even remember going to sleep. I remember you taking me from behind, and me coming again, then you coming…then nothing.”
He chuckled as he pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. “If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t but about a minute behind you going to sleep.”
“Good. I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”
He barked out a short laugh. “Hardly. I didn’t think I was going to be able to finish you.”
“Oh, but you did,” she cooed, touching his lips with a finger.
They lay still for many long moments, smiling at each other, kissing softly as they caressed and touched. “You need to save that for later,” she teased as she dragged her hand slowly off his hip and across his hard penis.
He chuckled as he swirled a finger around a hardening nipple. “Would you be surprised if I told you I was a bit sore this morning?”
She giggled. “No. Would you be surprised if I said the same thing?”
“Mmm,” he hummed as he moved in for a slightly more aggressive kiss. “I can go if you can.”
She smiled. She wasn’t so sore that she wasn’t in the mood. “I’m game.”
He pushed her over, set
tling between her legs, draping himself across her as he kissed her passionately. “Tonight, I think,” he whispered as his lips danced slowly over her face. “Today I want you think about how you got that way, and know that come tonight, we’re going to do it again.”
“We are?” she asked. You’re damn straight we are!
“Oh yes,” he murmured as his lips took hers again.
It took over two hours to get out of the hotel room, their ablutions taking longer than normal because they were unable to keep their hands off each other, especially as they showered.
“Where’re we going?” Shayna asked as they stepped out of the lobby.
“I have an old shirt in the bag on the bike. I haven’t done laundry in a few days so it should smell good. I thought we would drop it off for Harley.”
“Harley? Who’s Harley?”
