I open my mouth wider and take a little more of him in. He makes a sound of appreciation, and I look up over his body to see his head lifted off the pillow and a set of dark green eyes staring down at me. I remember thinking how beautiful they were after he took his sunglasses off when we entered the hotel last night. They have the same heat in them that they had then. His lips part as he sucks in ragged breaths, and if I could, I would smile up at him.
He lifts his hand from above his head at the same time as the other one on his chest. They both push the hair back from my face as he grabs it in a tight grip. My body breaks out in goose bumps, and I shift on my knees as wetness pools between my legs. I’m pretty sure I love giving head more than the men like receiving it. This is where I can be in control. I love to hear them come undone.
The right corner of his lips rises slowly in a cocky smirk as he stares down at me. “Just can’t get enough, can you?” His voice is gruff from just waking, and it sends a shiver through me. Cocky bastard! But I can’t argue with it. The man is a sex God. And I wanted one last taste before I had to leave.
I suck up to the tip of his head, I go to remove my lips to take a breath but he pushes my head back down. “Oh, no,” His deep voice growls; this time, he’s still staring down at me, enjoying the show. “You want my cock? You’re gonna take it!” He says as a matter-of-fact while pushing my head farther down.
I choke on his cock as he hits the back of my throat, and I close my eyes as I wiggle my ass up in the air, needing him there as well. “Fuck, you sure know how to wake a man up!” He sighs as he allows my head to come up. His hips thrust again, and he pushes my head back down. My heart races and my pussy throbs as he fucks my mouth. Harder and faster with each thrust. The sound of my moaning and gagging fills his silent hotel room as I allow him to use me as his own personal whore. But that’s what I am, right? We’re not making love, and that’s okay because love isn’t what I want. I’m not that stupid girl who believes feelings come with sex. You have to have attraction, yes, but you can have the best sex of your life and not have feelings for someone.
My fingernails dig into his thighs as I hover over him. My cheeks burn, and my jaw screams in protest as his large cock fills my mouth. Alcohol still lingers in my veins and the room sways a little as he continues to control my head by my hair.
All of a sudden, he yanks on my hair, pulling my mouth off him. I hiss in a breath as I look up at him through tear-streaked eyes. He sits up quickly and releases me. My body falls down to the bed face first, unable to hold myself up as I try to catch my breath. He grabs my arms and pulls me closer to the headboard. I lie on my stomach unable to speak and move as he positions me where he wants me.
“Spread your legs!” He commands and then his firm hand slaps my ass.
“Fu … ck.” I moan as my hands clench the white fitted sheet. The sting lingers on my sensitive skin.
The bed shifts as I feel his knees push mine apart and he centers himself between them. My ass and pussy are in full view for him to examine. Once he gets into position, I feel his hand between my legs. My pussy clenches as he runs two fingers along my wet lips. “Did you wake up this wet or did my cock in your mouth do this to you?” his deep voice asks in awe. I smile that I’m doing the same thing he was doing to me.
“I woke up this way,” I answer as I push my face down into the sheet, letting him know I’m ready to repeat what he did last night.
“I see,” He says as he pushes in one of his fingers. I suck in a deep breath as I push against him. I need more! “Were you dreaming about being fucked?” He asks as he removes his finger and then adds two this time.
“Yes!” I pant as I rock my hips back and forth. Fuck, I swear I’m gonna get off in a matter of minutes. “Fuck me!” I demand.
His fingers leave my pussy, and he leans over my back, pressing me more into the bed. “You want it as rough as you got it last night, sweetheart?” He asks, placing his mouth by my ear.
I nod my head, but it’s hard since he’s pressing me into the bed. “Yes,” I manage to say as I squirm underneath him. I can feel his cock on my ass, and I whimper.
“I wanna hear you beg,” he whispers roughly. “I wanna hear you tell me how wet you are for me and how badly you need me.”
“Please,” I gasp as I continue to squirm. His deep voice and his words have my nipples hard.
“Let me explain this to you.” He grabs my wrists and yanks my hands, causing me to lose my grip on the sheet. I cry out as he pulls them behind my back. Crossing them, he grabs them in one large hand while he sits back on his knees. “I’m not going to do anything to you until you beg me,” he says as a matter-of-fact.
I try to pry them apart, but he’s too strong. He has me where he wants me. Or better yet, where I want him to have me. “Your pussy is soaked, sweetheart.” I shift my ass, as it’s up in the air, knowing I’m completely open to him. “Tell me what you want me to do to it.”
I swallow as I try to suck in a breath. He’s pressing on my arms so much that it’s pushing my chest into the bed and making it hard to breathe. “I want you to fuck it!” I say as I try to free my arms again.
He just chuckles. “How should I fuck it?” He asks, and then his free hand to smack my ass again. I moan as I rock back and forth. The feel of the sheet against my nipples helps relieve some of the tension I feel between my legs.
“However you want,” I say honestly.
I flinch when I feel his free hand between my thighs once again. “I like the sound of that.” All of a sudden, he thrusts two fingers into my soaked pussy, and I scream. A cry of pain then follows as I try to shift on the bed. I’m so sensitive from the fucking he handed me last night that it literally hurts. But in the best way. Not many men can give you that feeling of pain while delivering the pleasure as well. He has that gift.
He pulls them out and I relax. He lets go of my arms and I’m about to move them, to stretch them out, when he speaks. “Don’t move! Keep your arms where they’re at.” So like a good little girl, I do as he says.
I hear him walking around, and then I hear the familiar sound of a wrapper. I smile, knowing I’m about to get what I want.
The bed dips again as he places himself behind me once more. I hear the sound of something clanking, like metal, and go to look around. A hand presses on the side of my head, pushing it into the bed. “However I want,” he reminds me, and I nod the best I can.
“However you want,” I repeat on a whimper.
Grabbing my arms, I then feel leather wrapping around them. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out as he pulls what I now feel is a belt tightly before fastening it. I take deep breaths as I close my eyes and try to break free of the belt holding me motionless, but it’s useless. It’s more unforgiving than his hand was.
He reaches up and wraps my hair around one of his fists. He yanks my head up off the bed while his knees push my legs farther apart. I’m being pulled in all directions, and even though my body screams in pain, my pussy throbs in anticipation.
“This is how I want you,” he growls. “Bound and helpless.” Slowly and with extreme softness, he proceeds to stretch my throbbing pussy open with his hard cock. I lie there just as he wants for several seconds as he allows my body to accommodate his large size until he’s all the way in. “Now, tell me how much you like it!” He demands as he pulls back and slams forward, causing the room to fill with my cries.
***
I make my way down the very long hallway. My hair is a tangled mess, my bathing suit top is hanging halfway out of my clutch, and I’m carrying my flip-flops in my hand while doing what you call the walk of shame.
I stumble over my own feet and have to place my hand on the wall. The busy pattern of the wallpaper is making it tough for me to keep myself upright. But I eventually make it to our hotel room door. Pulling my key card out of my clutch, I place it in the slot and manage to push the very heavy door open with my weak arms. As soon as I make it into the ro
om, I toss my clutch onto the floor as I drop my flip-flops and lean up against the cool wall. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Damn, I’m winded.
“Wow! Someone looks like shit!”
I look up through my freshly fucked blond hair that hangs in my face. Pushing it back, I then narrow my very heavy eyes on Conner. “Go fuck yourself.” It was meant to be a piss off, don’t fuck with me attitude; instead, it came out kind of breathless. The guy I spent the night with has literally drained me of any energy and has turned my body to mush. Which is saying a lot, considering I just mainly laid there this morning while he had his way with me. Twice.
He just stares at me and his black eyes are full of judgment. “Looks like you got fucked enough for both of us,” he states.
I push off the wall and walk past him, making sure to throw my shoulder into his as I make my way to my room. Once I make it in, I slam the door shut behind me. I then fall onto the queen-size bed face first. I turn my head to the left and look out the window at the serene ocean. I intended to spend every second out there today soaking up the sun, but now, I find myself closing my eyes.
Just as they close, I hear the bedroom door open. If that’s Conner, I’m gonna … “Ash, I got your text last night that you weren’t coming to the concert. Did you have fun?” Becca asks me, closing the door behind her. Oh yeah, I did! I texted her the moment Ry and I got into the elevator to let her know I would catch up with her later. Who knew I would spend the entire night with the stranger. “Ash?”
“Huh?” I moan as I hear Becca call my name again. I manage to roll over onto my back and look up at my ceiling as she comes to sit beside me.
“How much did you drink last night?” She asks with a frown on her face. “You look like you’re about to get sick.”
I very slowly shake my head. “Would you believe me if I told you it had nothing to do with alcohol?” I did end up feeling damn good last night once all those shots kicked in, but yeah, that has nothing to do with the way I look right now.
“Then what was it?” She reaches down and touches my tangled hair. I’m sure when I go to brush it, I’m gonna lose a lot of it due to the knots. At this moment, I just don’t care.
I tilt my head to the side and look up at her. Her dark green eyes roam my face and then my upper arms. Her eyes widen as she sees the marks left from Ry’s belt. If I cared, I would cover them up. Instead, I have my arms out to my sides palms up as if I’m about to take flight. “A man,” I say, and her eyes get even bigger. “Well, no, not a man. More like a sex God,” I correct myself. “God, he was… amazing!” I mumble.
She chuckles to herself after that. “So I take it you had a good time?”
I close my eyes. “The best!” A ghost of a smile spreads across my lips. “But I need some sleep now.” Possibly the rest of the trip.
I feel her hand softly pat my head. “Okay. Get some rest.”
Her closing my bedroom door is the last thing I hear before it all goes dark.
CHAPTER FIVE
RYDER
“Happy birthday to me!” I say in a singsong voice with a smile while standing in front of the large bathroom mirror in my hotel room. A white towel sits low on my hips as I finally shave my face. Three days is too long. I try to concentrate on what I’m doing, but my mind is flooded with memories of the firecracker. The woman was on fire! I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that much sex with one woman in that short amount of time. I couldn’t get enough of her moans, the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, or the way her body moved with mine. If she hadn’t woken me up this morning to do it all again, I would have thought I dreamed it. Because that’s exactly what she was—a dream. I may have treated her like a cheap whore, but she sure as hell wasn’t even close to that. She just liked sex. And I can’t blame her for that. If she were still here, I’d be buried deep in her right now bent over the bathroom sink. What did surprise me was this morning after we were finished. When we were done, she was ready to leave. There was no awkward goodbye or call me later. She just got out of bed with wobbly legs and got dressed without so much as a kiss my ass. Which I totally did last night. Several times. It was nice yet still surprising to not have to go through that awkward morning after. I’m all about a one-night stand.
I place my razor on the countertop and bend over to splash my face with water, getting all the excess shaving cream off my face. Once I stand, I undo the towel wrapped around my hips and wipe my face with it. I look down at my hard cock. Yep, just thinking of her has made me hard again. I’ll have to take care of that later.
I walk out of my bathroom and into my bedroom. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I notice I have three missed calls. All from my sister. I smile as I hit accept on her number.
“Happy birthday to you …” she starts singing to me in greeting. I place her on speakerphone and toss my phone onto the still messy bed. I make my way around the room, grabbing a pair of boxers, jeans, and a white cotton t-shirt. By the time she finishes singing “Happy Birthday,” I’m dressed.
“Thank you,” I say, taking her off speaker and putting it to my ear.
“So how is it? Do you feel old yet?” She laughs at her question.
I smile. “Not one bit.” You would think that after the night I had, I would be dead to the world, but I’m wide-awake and full of energy.
“Did you party hard last night in Paris?” I never told her that my business trip got canceled. Hence, surprising her today.
“Something like that.” I chuckle.
“I tried to call you last night. I know Paris is six hours ahead. I didn’t wanna miss your birthday, but you didn’t answer.”
“Sorry, I was in the middle of something.” That’s the truth. “But I don’t wanna talk about me. I wanna talk about you. Make it to Panama City yet?” I ask as I place my wallet in my back pocket and head toward the front door. The woman I spent the night with has me starving. I need some breakfast. Making my way to the front door, I take a quick look around our hotel suite and notice that Jaycent isn’t here and the door to his room is wide open. He must have got lucky last night as well.
“Yes. We actually arrived yesterday.”
I stop in my tracks. What? “I thought you said you weren’t flying out until today?” They were supposed to arrive at noon, I believe.
“Well, that was our plan, but we changed them a couple of weeks ago.”
I frown but start to walk out of the room again. Breakfast can wait. I’m ready to surprise her. “Did Dad get you the penthouse suite?” I ask, knowing that he is paying for their room. And I also know that he didn’t get that room for her ‘cause that’s the room I got.
“No. But we got a beautiful room on the eleventh floor,”
“Eleventh floor, huh?” I need to know the exact number.
I press the button for the elevator. “Eleven thirty-four, to be exact,” she answers, and I smile in satisfaction. “It has a great view of the ocean. Just beautiful! But I see clouds in the distance. I think a storm is coming.”
“Good. I’m glad that you are enjoying your vacation. You deserve it.” I step into the elevator as it opens for me and press the eleven.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you. Just wanted to tell you happy birthday and that I love you.” Her voice is soft, and I hate how sad it sounds. But thankfully, she is coming back to New York next week. I can’t wait to be able to see her on a daily basis.
“Thank you,” I say with a huge smile on my face. “Love you too. I hope you have a great time in Panama City.”
“You have fun in Paris celebrating your birthday, Ry. I’ll see you soon.” We say our goodbyes and hang up. I place my phone in the front pocket of my jeans just as the elevator dings and the doors slide open.
I make my way down the hallway, looking for her room number. I lift my hand and knock on it twice.
“Who is it?” I hear a man call out.
I frown. Who would possibly be with her? I look to make sure it’s the ri
ght room. Yep. Maybe it’s her friend’s boyfriend.
“Room service,” I say in a high-pitch voice, trying to disguise it.
I hear a couple of voices speaking softly to one another before I hear the click of a lock. The door swings open and the smile drops off my face as I stare into dark brown eyes. The same dark brown eyes I would like to rip out.
“What the fuck? Ryder?” Conner, my sister’s very annoying, supposed-to-be ex-boyfriend stands on the other side of the door staring at me wide-eyed and confused. I have the urge to punch him in his face, but the high-pitch scream from the other side of the room gets my attention. My sister runs toward me with open arms, and I take a few steps back as she leaps into my arms.
“OhmyGod,” she squeals. I hug her tightly as I spin her around once before I place her on her feet. “Ryder! Ryder!” She jumps up and down excitedly. “What are you doing here? Oh, my God, Ryder!” She hugs me once again, and when she pulls away, she yanks me into her hotel room by my hand. I look down at the punk bitch who still holds the door open until we are in. Then he slams it shut.
“I’m so confused!” Becca says as she shakes her head with a huge smile covering her face. “What are you doing here?”
I smile down at her. “I came to surprise you.” I look over at Conner as he lets out a snort of disbelief. “What is he doing here?” I ask, pointing over at him as if there’s another he in the room. “Thought you guys broke up?”
“We got back together,” She responds, her smile fading.
“What is going on out here? I’m trying to sleep, for Christ’s sake!”
I hear a woman’s voice snap from behind me. Becca looks around me, and that original smile is back on her face. “My brother surprised me.” She grabs my hand and starts jumping up and down.
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