by Lara Swann
Excitement courses through me and drives out all other thoughts - except, the moment we leave, it suddenly occurs to me that Vicki is still in there, probably waiting for me.
I drag us to an abrupt stop and Damien looks over at me with concern.
“One moment!” I say quickly, fishing around in my handbag.
I feel a stab of guilt that I’m not going back in there to find her personally, but I have some idea how hard that would be in the middle of the writhing dance floor. Enough to lose my nerve for letting Damien take me back to a hotel, I’m sure.
And she’d want this for me. Hell, she told me just earlier how much she does want this for me.
I swipe open my cell with a fast motion and fire off a quick text.
Heading out with a guy. See you tomorrow x
It’ll have to do. I shove it away and look back at Damien.
“Sorry—”
It’s cut off by the way he brings me back into his arms, kissing me deeply again. I can still taste the remnants of the brandy, but I’m not sure I can feel it anymore. This heady feeling isn’t alcohol. It’s something else entirely.
Then he pulls me to his side again, leaning down to start to murmur to me as we walk the short distance into the hotel lobby.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Ava. I can’t wait until I get to taste you properly. To have you in that room, legs around me, feeling me stretch you wide.”
It makes me blush and stutter and clutch at him all at once - and the pulsing ache inside me redoubles with need.
I always thought dirty talk was kind of stupid and awkward, but…oh fuck. Hearing him murmur those things in my ear…right in public…thinking about what we’re about to do. I feel like my mind has been blown a dozen times this evening…and that might be just the start.
I barely notice as he checks us into a room and gets a keycard from the reception desk. I have no idea if it’s obvious what we’re doing to the clerk there, but at that moment I don’t even care.
The old me might have been mortified, but the new me?
The new me is about to pick up possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever met to go have crazy sex just because I can.
By the time we get up to the room I’m grinning, and as soon as the door is open we fall on each other.
I’m tearing at his shirt buttons to get it off and he’s searching for the zip at the back of my dress, tugging, even as his leg kicks the door closed behind us. I think a button flies off, but I don’t care about that either. It makes me feel more wild. More free.
I kiss him desperately as my dress falls to ground around me - and for once, I’m not the slightest bit self-conscious that I’m now standing in front of him with only Vicki’s sexy two-piece lingerie set to cover me. Maybe it’s that Vicki’s lingerie is a hell of a lot nicer than I’ve ever bought - but the other thing is the way he groans just from the sight.
“Fuck, Ava…you’re gorgeous.”
His head dips to my neck, kissing all the way along my collar bone and making me shudder.
“So are you.” I murmur back.
I’m not sure whether it’s appropriate to call a guy ‘gorgeous’ or not, but he is.
He chuckles, the breath whispering along my skin - and then he’s picking me up to carry me over toward the bed.
“Hey—wait—”
“What?” He raises an eyebrow at me, one arm supporting my ass and the other cupped around my head.
“You’re not even half undressed!”
He chuckles, nuzzling against my neck.
“I have more important things to be doing.”
He sets me down, kissing across my chest, dipping a tongue into the cleavage between the lacy blue bra and for a moment it’s enough for me to forget my objections. To completely forget everything.
Then he works himself a little bit lower, nipping at my stomach and as desire curls through me, all I can think about is how much I want to see the chest I’ve been tempted by all evening.
I plant a foot on his shoulder, pushing him back, and his eyes heat even further.
“I want to see.” I say firmly, then stretch my arms above me deliberately so that he can see me just to make my point.
If he gets to enjoy himself, I damn well will too.
He chuckles, but there’s a dangerous edge to it as he slowly undoes the buttons I missed, shrugging the shirt off very deliberately.
“Mmm…”
I look over the hard muscles there with admiration, pulling him back toward me again.
We kiss and it’s even better now that we’re skin-to-skin, the heat from his body flush against mine.
“You don’t…look like…a businessman.” I say, in the breaths between kisses.
The corner of his mouth tugs up. “Maybe I’m a businessman with dreams of being a football star.”
I laugh, my arms going around him and my hands tangling in his hair again. I bury my head in his neck and just breathe in deeply, this whole thing seeming completely unreal…but so damn intoxicating. He smells so good, too. Masculine and solid, with a slight sheen of sweat.
“It’s good to know that even uber guys like you have unattainable dreams.” I grin at him.
“Hey.” He puts on a mock-offended look for a moment. “Who says it’s unattainable?”
“Yeah, sure.” I laugh again, then wriggle under him, my hands running over the firm muscles of his chest with more than a little delight.
He reaches underneath me, his hands finding the clasp to my bra and fumbling for a moment, then slipping it apart. I sigh as the firm hold relaxes - and then moan as it’s cast away entirely. His hands reach down to grab mine, placing them above my head as he slides a little further down my body. Something inside me contracts with pleasure and I let him, wriggling a little more to entice him further.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, not in nine years of totally routine, ordinary sex. I feel fun, naughty, provocative - and I love it.
He growls over my breasts and I get an excited little shiver just before he sucks one into his mouth, tongue swirling around my tit and making me writhe from the sudden sensation. His other hand comes up to massage the other one, fingers stroking over my nipple and sending electricity all the way through me. I moan hard, bucking up into his mouth, and I can hear his appreciative response, the vibrations of it rippling across my sensitive skin.
I’m on fire in a way that’s totally new to me, wave after wave of pleasure going straight to my pussy and making me ache so badly. I’m moaning continuously now and he seems to love the way that I can’t stop wriggling against him, my hands held firmly above my head and my body open and exposed to him. His tongue drives me crazy, swirling and flicking until my tits are harder and more sensitive than I can believe.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, his hand releases my arms and he starts gliding further down my body, his hands running along my sides and making me shiver as he reaches my hips and spreads my legs open wide for him—
Oh!
His breath whispers across my aching, pulsing core and I wrap my legs around his head automatically.
“I’ve wanted to taste you all evening.” He growls just above my pussy, and I finally realize what he means by that.
Before I have a chance to respond, he buries his head against me, one finger sliding my thong to the side and leaving me totally exposed for him. His tongue comes out slowly at first, just teasing, whispering along my inner lips - but my god, the first time I feel it—
And then he takes a long, deep stroke, all the way up to my clit and then circling around it, blowing against it—
And I think everything in me explodes.
Just like that.
The build-up that had me moaning and writhing against him all suddenly becomes so intense—too intense—and I can’t control it. I can’t help it. It feels like he’s hardly done anything, but everything in me is wound up and sensitive and wanting and—
Oh my fucking god.
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br /> I think I scream. I’m not entirely sure, since every part of my brain seems to disappear into that falling, plunging, unending wave of pleasure. Distantly, I think I feel his tongue working harder, carrying me through it, his hands on my breasts and every part of me sensitive and desperate and so insanely turned on that I feel like a writhing mass of nerves and overwhelming sensation.
My legs clench around his head, my hands make fists on the sheets and I arch up into him as it takes me over.
By the time the whiteness clears from my vision, I’m gasping and panting - and that crazy powerful, amazingly intense tongue is licking slowly and softly around my aching sex.
When I look down, his eyes are on me, slightly wide, blown and hazy from the intensity of what just happened. I reach down and find his hand, grasp it, unable to say anything—unable to explain.
He seems to understand at least some of it, coming back up over me, curling me up into his arms and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his mouth and something about that gives me a little thrill.
“My god, Ava.” He murmurs against me. “I barely touched you…”
I take a deep, gasping breath, and clutch him to me, burying myself in his arms as I come down from possibly the most intense orgasm of my life. Okay, not possibly. Definitely.
“I know…” I murmur, my mind still feeling totally scattered. “I…”
I don’t have the words to be able to say I’ve never felt anything like it…that all those years of fumbling sex and mildly pleasurable, fun times were never like this at all.
I’ve tried oral sex before, a few times, but it always just felt a bit weird and sloppy and, well, wet.
But if that’s what it’s meant to be like…daaamn.
Even as I’m still trying to understand what just happened, I’m still aching, still needy - and my body still knows exactly what it wants. I find myself shifting so that I’m under Damien - directly under him. With his thick shaft pulsing right above my eager entrance.
I cup a hand around the back of his neck, thrust my hips up until I’m sliding against him.
“I want to feel you.” I murmur, still slightly breathless.
What just happened was unbelievable…but it just left me wanting more.
Something heats in his eyes, lighting them up with a dangerous look that leaves me shivering with anticipation. I press up against him again - and that’s all the invitation he needs.
His hands curl around my hips, fingers digging deep as he pulls me up to him, positions himself…and then slides right in.
I gasp as he stretches me, feeling the pleasurable burn all the way through me, the sensitivity after cumming so hard making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Ohhh…”
“Fuck, Ava, you feel so tight. So good.”
He groans, leaning forward to kiss me as he starts moving slowly inside me. I cling to his shoulders, my hips moving in response to the rhythm he’s creating as I let the pleasure warm my whole body.
“More…” I breathe, feeling alive with what he’s doing to me.
I start to rock faster against him and he groans in response, the long, slow strokes becoming faster and more urgent. I can feel every part of him filling me and every slightest movement within me gives a burst of delicious friction, starting to wind me tighter again. I’m still sensitive from that crazy intense orgasm but it doesn’t matter, the pleasure of it all combining and melding together until that warm tension is starting to burn in my stomach again, the anticipation getting higher and higher with every movement.
Our mouths slide against one another as we breathe hard and clutch at each other, kissing and moving and driving us both higher and higher.
He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and my eyes open wide as he thrusts hard into me, again and again. His cock slides against my most sensitive spot, his pelvis rocking up against my clit and sending shivers of pleasure through me as I gasp.
“I love the way you sound.” He growls against my ear, the deep tone only adding to my need. “The noises you make for me.”
I want to respond, to say something, but I can’t. I’m too far gone.
Instead, all I do is give him more of that - oblige him with exactly what he wants, moaning and gasping against him.
He grips me hard and takes my mouth in his, our bodies tangling together as he thrusts forward harder and faster, filling me deep and giving me everything I never knew I needed.
“Ohh…oh damn…ohh…”
I can feel it building again, impossible to resist, the tightness growing within me until I feel ready to explode.
“Damien…” I breathe, wanting to warn him, to tell him, to—
I don’t get another to chance, my fingers digging hard into his shoulders as my hips rise to meet him again, my pussy spasming around his thick cock as I moan uncontrollably. The wave rushes through me, slower than last time, deeper and longer, making every part of me tingle and shudder.
He groans on top of me, his arms clutching me close as his hips work at a furious pace, thrusting deep inside me and carrying me through it, drawing the sensation out until—he grunts hard, thrusts deep inside me and then—then I feel him. Shooting inside me, warm and deep and deliciously satisfying as I collapse in his arms.
He kisses my mouth, my neck, everything he can as he grunts and breathes hard, buried deep inside me. I keep myself wrapped around him, even as my limbs weaken and I slump slightly, and then he gathers me up into his arms, turning us both to the side. He slips out of me and I can’t help the small, disappointed noise I make.
He chuckles slightly behind me, nibbling on my ear and making me shiver slightly.
“Give it a little bit…then maybe you can have that back.”
The words make my aching, satisfied pussy spasm again, the idea of more…
Oh god.
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“Hell yeah.” His deep voice comes back to me. “It hasn’t been this good in a long time, Ava. I’m not stopping there.”
I moan softly, my voice feeling slightly hoarse as his arms wrap around my chest, pulling me into his back. I tangle my legs with his and just try to breathe while my heartbeat slows.
It hasn’t been this good ever for me. But I don’t say that. I just close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
Until he starts again. Kissing and nibbling down my neck, turning me around and bringing my body to life all over again - with his hands, his tongue and mouth, and that beautiful thick cock. A whole body seemingly made just for a woman’s pleasure.
And I’m the one that gets it. Tonight, it’s all mine.
We spend hours like that, having more sex in one night than I ever thought possible - not quite able to keep our hands off each other, not quite able to turn around and drift off to sleep without reaching out for just something more, just a little more, just one more time.
He shows me positions I never knew existed and takes me to heights I’ve never known.
There’s a part of me that thinks this might be the best night of my entire life.
And then a part of me that even feels a little guilty about that, considering just how many nights I had with Jackson.
I just…I guess I never knew that this was what people meant by chemistry - this kind of mind-blowing, out-of-control need.
By the time we finally collapse into sleep, I’m aching all over in the best possible way, exhausted…and totally satisfied, my whole body warm and languid and relaxed as we drift off together.
The last thing I think is how glad I am that I ignored my over-active mind and did something different for once.
At least, until that over-active mind kicks right back in a couple of hours later.
I wake up with the beginnings of the headache I usually get from Vicki’s bad cocktails - and then notice the powerful man right next to me. I have a moment of confusion before everything we were doing comes right back to me, with a dream-like quality that makes me wonder whether any of it was even real.
The moment I shift slightly, the delicious aches and lovely languid feelings tell me it was definitely real.
A million things race through my mind at once.
Wanting to reach over, to touch, to kiss like we were just before we finally slumped into an exhausted sleep.
Wanting to wash my face and drink some water to get rid of the dry sandpaper feeling in my mouth.
And wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do now - what on earth he’ll think when he wakes up and finds me in his bed.
His bed?
The bed.
I belatedly remember the way he pulled me from the club, checking into a hotel, racing up here and…
I blush. Which is stupid, because it was me doing all those things and I sure as hell wasn’t embarrassed then…but then, none of that felt like me. Not the me I know.
It felt like the kind of wild, sexy woman I’ve never been.
At least, not until now.
I bite my lip as I look over at the heavily breathing form next to me, dim light outlining the delicious body I was enjoying only hours before.
What the hell do I do now?
I’ve never done this before and some part of me starts to panic, in a distant, slightly-hungover way.
Is he going to regret this when he wakes up? Will he still want me here? What the hell will we even say to each other, in that slightly hungover, morning-after state? What if it’s all just awkward? What if he wants more? What if…
I resist the urge to search for my cell phone and ask Vicki about appropriate post-one-night-stand etiquette. I have no idea what the time is. She’s probably asleep. And my cell is probably in my bag, scattered somewhere on the floor.
It takes me all of a few minutes to work out the best thing I can do is just leave.
Part of me wants to stay, to reach out, to wake him up and see if he’d be interested in another round, but…as much as the idea of that lights my body up with interest, I’m not even sure I’m physically up to it.
