“I can’t. Samantha said she was going to stop by my room in the morning. She’s bringing me some of the files I need to organize and edit for your meeting with Mr. Zimmer on Wednesday.” What I really want to tell him is hell yes, I would love to go with him. It’s not every day a sexy, ripped hunk asks me to come home with him. I may not be able to stay the night because of Samantha but I still might be able to see him after. “But then she’s leaving for some retreat thing and I’ll be free for the rest of the day once I get my work done.”
Please say you’re available.
“I have stuff to do in the morning too, but I’ll be free later in the afternoon. Why don’t you meet me at the bar when you’re done with your work? We can head out to the beach near my house. Less people. Sound good?”
“Sounds great.” I give him an awkward smile—after all, I’m still sitting here naked—and I watch as he strolls over and gathers our clothes off the floor. When he gets to me and hands me my things, he leans in for another deep kiss, taking my breath away. When he's done, he slides his thumb across my bottom lip, the same thing he's done the last few times he's kissed me like that.
I love it, probably more than I should.
“I’m glad you decided to come tonight. I didn’t think you were going to.”
I cut my eyes over to the bar where the clock is, noting the late hour. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I kept arguing with myself about whether I should come here.”
His eyes search mine. “Did you make the right decision?”
I give him a genuine smile. “Absolutely.”
He leans in and gives me another long, slow kiss, then rests his forehead to mine with a heavy sigh. "As much as I don't want you to get dressed, you should so I can walk you back to your hotel." He pulls his shirt on, slipping it over his muscled chest, over the tattoo that snakes up over his right shoulder, and covering those sexy, rippled ab muscles I was too occupied to explore earlier. I don’t mean to stare, I just can’t help it. The man is seriously hot.
I manage to tear my gaze away long enough to pull myself together and get dressed. When I finish buttoning up my shorts and slipping my sandals back on my feet, I look back at him to find that he’s now fully dressed, watching me. His smile makes me smile, and I love that he doesn't even try to hide that he just watched me get dressed. It's a sexy feeling knowing he did. I've never had someone pay this much attention to me after sex. All two of the men I've been with were too worried about themselves post-sex to bother with what I was doing.
He strolls back over to where I’m standing and bends down to brush my lips with his. “Ready?”
Truth be told, no I’m not. I don’t want this night to end, and I know it will the minute he leaves me back at my hotel. But I tell myself not to be greedy. “Sure.”
With his hand pressed firmly to the small of my back, he leads me out the same way we came in, stopping to make sure everything is the way it should be. He pushes the door open for me, and I stand just outside it while he sets his alarm code. He closes it behind him and locks it.
Cade takes my hand in his, and we start walking back down the beach path we took the first night he offered to walk me to my hotel from the bar. The act of holding hands feels intimate, considering all the other stuff we've just done, but I push away the feeling and just focus on the now. I'm here for who knows how long, probably only a few more days, and I want to enjoy Cade while I have the chance. I don’t need to spend my time trying to analyze every move he makes.
“So, you already know this is my first trip to the beach. Obviously, I know that’s not the case with you.” I nudge his arm playfully and he pulls me in closer. “How long have you lived out here?”
Another smile crosses his face. I could easily get addicted to those. “All my life. Born and raised a Florida beach bum. Salt water runs in our veins.”
“Our veins?”
“Yeah, me and my three brothers.”
“Wow, four boys? Your mom must have had her hands full.”
“She certainly did. What about you? Where did you grow up? I already know you came from Texas, but you don’t sound like a southern girl to me.” He nudges my shoulder this time, and it’s my turn to laugh.
“Opposite end of the weather spectrum, actually. I grew up in Colorado. I’ve never seen a beach before, but I’ve seen enough snow to last me ten lifetimes. I didn’t move to Dallas until a couple of years ago.”
We continue to make idle chit chat on our way back and, before I realize it, we’re standing in front of the hotel. I think he’s just going to leave me at the entrance with the doorman, but he surprises me by walking me into the lobby.
“What? You think I’m gonna leave you outside at almost five in the morning?” He smiles at me—that full megawatt smile that renders me speechless—and we head over to the elevators. After he presses the call button, he says, “Hey, give me your phone.”
I dig it out of my pocket and hand it to him as we wait. The notification ping sounds from his pocket a few seconds after he furiously punches buttons. “There. Now you have my number and I have yours. For later.” The way his eyes sparkle when he says for later causes a wave of heat to pass over my body.
He smiles and hands it back, just as the elevator doors open for us and I climb into the empty car. I think this is where we’ll part ways, but again he surprises me when he walks in behind me. “What floor?”
“Tenth.” He presses the button, and we ride in silence quickly to the tenth floor and exit the elevator when the doors open again. He follows me down to my room.
I turn to face him when we reach my door. “You didn’t have to walk me all the way up here. I would have been fine after the lobby.”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have been fine. What kind of gentleman would I be if I just had the most amazing sex with you and then left you on your own at five a.m.?”
I shake my head slightly and look down at my feet, but I don’t answer as the blush starts heating up my face. I’m mesmerized because he just told me the sex was amazing. I mean, yes, I thought it was pretty fucking hot, but it makes me blush to hear him say it was amazing for him too. He must see the hint of disbelief in my eyes, because he steps up and presses himself into me, forcing my back flush with the hotel room door. He reaches his hand around to the back of my neck and pulls my face up to meet his, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip. “It was amazing, Nora. You were amazing.”
Those blue eyes focused on me give me more confidence than I think I’ve ever had, and a shot of courage to go along with it. Without saying a word, I turn slightly, slipping my key card in the slot until it clicks. Opening the door, I pull Cade into the room with me and close it behind us. I push him softly into the closed door so he’s pressed up against it. He seems a little taken aback by my sudden boldness, and the smirk on my lips is met with one of his own when he realizes I have no intention of letting him leave. He must see the intent in my eyes.
“This may seem like a bad time to tell you this, but that one condom was the only one I had in my wallet.”
Damn.
And I don’t have any either.
On to plan B.
I reach down to unbutton his pants, my hands skimming along the gorgeous, ripped ab muscles that were on display for me earlier. His skin is so warm, and tightly stretched around the muscles, that I fumble my hands a bit in my nervousness. I finally get my fingers around the button and, unsnapping it, I slide the zipper down while pulling it away from his body.
Don’t want anything getting caught in there. Talk about a mood killer.
Cade is standing still. Watching. Waiting for my next move. I slip my hands into the sides of his boxer briefs and slide them, along with his jeans, down to his knees, his cock springing free. He’s hard, just like I hoped he would be, so I must be doing something right. I look up and our eyes meet while I tug on the hem of his T-shirt and he answers my silent request by taking it off and tossing it across the room. It’s the same scene that
played out at the bar, except this time he’s the one naked and I’m fully dressed, desperately waiting to taste him. He’s without a doubt the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, let alone been with. I want to enjoy every second of this.
Standing to my full height, which still barely reaches his chin, I waste no time in running my hands over the hard planes of his pecs, across his sexy nipples. His skin is soft, warm, and I can feel the rapid pounding of his heart under my palm. I travel lower, and splay my hands over those tight abdominal muscles—one, two, three, four, five, six. My new favorite number.
Mmmmm, I wanna lick them.
I crouch down and place my tongue at the bottom of his abdominal muscles, and lick a straight line all the way up the center groove. It’s a bold move, not one I would normally ever consider, but it feels right so I go with it. Cade flinches when my tongue touches his skin, and he lets out a soft chuckle. I think he might be a little bit ticklish. “Having fun?”
“Mmm hmm. I’m about to have loads of fun.” Another bold move for a girl who is anything but. I smirk up at him—seeing a look that crosses his face telling me he did, indeed, catch my double meaning—and drop the rest of the way to my knees. As quick as it appeared, the smirk is suddenly gone from his face, replaced by a look of pure lust as he watches me slide my finger the length of his dick, collecting the drop of pre-cum at the tip, and swirling it around his opening. I take his cock in my hand, firm but gentle, and slowly pump it three or four times, before finally sliding the salty tip across my tongue. Cade releases a long groan the minute my warm tongue meets his hot flesh. I want to tease him, but I really want him in my mouth so I don’t wait any longer.
I draw the warm tip inside, shallow at first. As I increase my speed, I take him deeper while still pumping my hand up and down on his long shaft. He’s big—the biggest I’ve been with—but the more I work him and the muscles in my throat, the farther I can get him in. It’s when I finally get him to the back of my throat that I hear Cade’s head hit the back of the door. When I look up, I see his eyes are closed. He’s biting his lip to try and contain his moans, without a doubt the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I keep my eyes focused there, watching him saw his teeth across the plump flesh, his eyes crinkling in pleasure when I hit certain spots. Before I can look away, his eyes snap open and his gaze finds mine and I no longer have the strength or desire to look away. I keep my eyes trained on him as I continue to pull him into the back of my throat, as deep as my gag reflex will allow. He moves his arms away from his body and begins to gather my hair, sweeping the strands from my face until he has it pulled back into a ponytail that he grips tightly in his hand.
“Fuck, Nora. So fucking good. God, I’m close, baby. Are you ready for me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours? Are you ready baby?”
Damn, the dirty talk gets to me, and I realize that is exactly what I want him to do. I hum an affirmation around his cock that causes him to twist his lips up into that sexy smirk, guaranteed to melt my panties. To my surprise though, he pulls out, and reaches to help me up from the floor.
“Come lay on the bed.” When I give him a look of confusion, he adds, “Trust me.”
I have absolutely no reason to, but I do. He takes me by the hand and leads me over to the tall bed, urging me to lie across it. He walks to the side where my head is and pulls me to the end of the mattress so my head is tilted back, hanging over the edge. He’s immediately standing in front of me, the angle making everything upside down for me. He steps up and brushes the tip of his thick crown across my lips, the wetness seeping from the tip and slicking the swollen flesh. “Perfect.” He taps my cheek. “Now open that wicked little mouth of yours.”
Without any hesitation, I oblige. Holding his thick cock in his hand, Cade pushes forward into my mouth, and slowly starts pumping, getting deeper and deeper with every stroke. There’s something about this angle that gives me the ability to take him farther than I could before, and I can tell it’s affecting him as much as it’s affecting me. An ache starts to build deep in my pussy, and I can feel my arousal pooling between my thighs. The hard ridges of his cock slide across my tongue and I let out an involuntary moan. Cade reaches down, cupping the side of my neck and allowing his thumb to slide down the column of my throat, holding me steady and he continues his slow and steady rhythm. With his other hand, he reaches down, palming my breast and pulling hard on the nipple. His breathing begins to get choppy and erratic, his movements no longer smooth. I can feel him swelling to an impossibly large size in my mouth, and I know he’s getting close. “Fuck, baby. I’m about to come.”
I reach around behind him and dig my nails into his ass, pressing him harder up against me. His hard length hits the back of my throat one last time before I hear him groan and feel the warm, salty spurts coat my tongue. I swallow him down as quickly as I can. His pulses seem to last forever as wave after wave passes through him, his moans sounding so unbelievably sexy and erotic that I want to start this all over just to hear them again. After a few moments, he pulls out of me and scoots me over so my head is now lying on the bed, both of us trying to catch our breaths. He’s standing there, his body leaning over the bed supported by only his arms, his eyes heavy-lidded, hazily focused on me. His jaw clenches as he watches me run my thumb across my bottom lip—an act he’s done countless other times—swiping up the escaped drops of his cum, and sliding that thumb over my own tongue, collecting every last bit.
That was the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever done.
Cade only takes another minute to compose himself, then he’s walking around to the other side of the bed and I feel him tugging at my shorts, unbuttoning them, and pulling them down my legs in one swift motion, along with my obviously soaked panties. “What are you doing?” I ask as I lift myself up on my elbows to look down at him. He takes the opportunity to slip his hands under my shirt and pull it up over my head, tossing it in the floor beside the bed.
“It’s my turn.” That’s it. It’s all the explanation he’s giving me as he drops to his knees. He spreads my legs wide, grabbing them and sliding my ass to the edge of the bed and wedges his broad shoulders in between them to hold me open. I don’t even get a chance to argue, not that I would have anyway, before his tongue is on me and in me. I’m already embarrassingly wet just from giving him the blowjob but he most certainly doesn’t mind. “Fuck. So wet, just for me. Did that turn you on Nora? Did sucking me off make you this wet?”
I don’t respond with words, the only noises I’m capable of making coming out in strained, garbled sounds. Before I can pull myself together enough to speak, I feel him push two fingers up into me, and I arch off the bed. I’m so fucking close already. He pumps a few times while sucking my clit into his mouth, and then I feel him press a third finger up inside. That action, along with one strong pull of my clit in his mouth, and I’m coming harder than I have all night, maybe even harder than I have in my whole life. A scream of pleasure escapes my lips, one I never even thought I had the ability to make, along with several “fucks” and “Oh God, Cades” as he continues slow licks to bring me down from my unbelievable high. The pulses start to lessen slowly, and I finally have the strength back to open my eyes.
He’s watching me.
The erotic image of him watching me fall apart hits me and I shudder and pulse a few more times before I finally come down. I watch him pull his fingers out of me, glistening with my orgasm, and slip them in his mouth, tasting me, savoring my flavor. His eyes spark with lust. “So, so good.”
A smile and a giggle is the last thing I really remember. I feel Cade tug me up into the bed and under the covers, his hard body pressed into my back as he snuggles up behind me and drapes his arm around my waist. A gentle kiss on my neck behind my ear and my body relaxes into him. Three orgasms in one night have rendered me useless and satisfaction brings instant sleep.
Chapter Nine
Cade
Cracking my eyes open, it takes me a few minutes to blink away the sleepine
ss and realize where the hell I am. The warm, sleeping beauty tucked in under my arm shoots my memory back into gear.
Nora.
I stayed with Nora last night.
The combination of sex at the bar and oral fun at the hotel until the wee hours of the morning had us both so exhausted that I just grabbed her close, spooned her into me, and crashed out. She didn't object so I never thought twice about it. Now it has the potential to be kind of awkward. The harsh reality of morning reminds me I really don't know this girl well, except I knew I had to have her underneath me the minute I saw her sitting at my bar.
She's no longer laying with her back to my front. Now we're huddled in close, my morning wood pressed into the side of her thigh and my arms wrapped tightly around her. Her breath is fanning across my chest, and she looks almost angelic in sleep. The devil on my shoulder very much wants to tarnish her halo. Again.
Damn I wish I had another condom right now.
She looks so peaceful I almost don't want to wake her, but I know she and I both have things to do before we meet up later—and I definitely still want to meet up later. I don't get the chance to try to wake her though before there's a loud knock on her door. Her eyes pop open and it takes a few seconds for the haze of sleep to slip away and the panic of realization to replace it. Then things get a little crazy. She springs up out of the bed, running around the room picking up our strewn clothes from the floor and tossing them into the adjacent bathroom. She's whisper-shouting something at me but it's hard to concentrate on her words since she's still naked and her tits are bouncing gloriously with her movement. She rushes to my side of the bed and starts to pull me up. "Are you listening? It's my boss! She can't see you here! Hurry, you have to hide in the bathroom!"
What she’s saying to me finally clicks. I scramble out of bed, nearly tumbling onto the floor since my lower limbs are still tangled in the sheets. Once I get my footing, I haul ass into the bathroom, throwing the robe from the back of the door at Nora before I close it. I hear her open the door, and start chatting with her boss for a few minutes. The bathroom door muffles the conversation, but her boss is saying something about an event she’ll be occupied with, and telling Nora to go out and enjoy her day. Well, that’s easy. I’ll make sure she enjoys it. The whole conversation doesn’t take more than five minutes, and soon Nora pushes open the bathroom door to find me sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I managed to pull on my shirt and jeans while she was getting rid of her boss. She looks at me with apologetic eyes. “She’s gone. You can come out now. I’m so sorry. I panicked.” I follow her out of the bathroom and sit down next to her on the bed.
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