One more hard kiss, a quick taste, and I pull back. She blinks a few times and retracts her hands. “Right. I’ll grab what I need.”
I catch her eyes and hold them. “I’m not planning on leaving the room tonight.”
Her eyes flare, and she sucks in a breath before nodding again, this time firmer, enthusiastic in her agreement.
When we get inside, her cheeks are still pink, flushed with arousal. Fortunately, we don’t have to wait long to check in, and the clerk is efficient and friendly, directing us to the elevators and then to our rooms after telling us about the complimentary breakfast buffet in the morning.
Shoving the key cards in my pocket and grabbing my suitcase, I reach for Lauren’s hand as we head to the elevators. She gives me a look, her eyes widening a little like she’s surprised. Instead of questioning it, I just pull her close by our joined hands and kiss her, replacing the surprise with desire.
“That’s more like it.”
Her muddled gaze sharpens. “What?”
I just shake my head, setting my suitcase on end to hit the elevator button. “I’m glad we decided to stop for the night.”
She gives me a secret smile and drops her eyes, biting her lower lip before saying, “Me too.”
I’m still hard as a rock, the short interlude at the front desk having done nothing to dull the sharp edge of arousal pulsing through me. The two hours of teasing in the car has me halfway to the maximum erection time listed on Viagra commercials.
But I have enough restraint left not to attack Lauren in the elevator. All that media training over the years has stuck with me. And with Jonathan’s rise to fame again, I know there are people who’d happily sell photos of me groping a chick in an elevator to the tabloids.
I don’t need that, and Lauren sure as hell doesn’t need that.
Once we’re in the room, all bets are off. The electronic lock opens with a whir and a click, and I push the door open, stepping through to hold it open for Lauren before grabbing my own suitcase and dragging it inside.
Wasting no time, I pull off my coat, tossing it in the general direction of the little open closet in the entryway next to the bathroom, then reach one hand behind my head to yank off my T-shirt.
Lauren turns to face me as I ball it up and drop it on the floor, her eyes widening as they track down my torso and back up to my face.
I give her a once over. “You’re falling behind. Better start stripping.”
She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms, standing with one hip cocked. “I’m sorry. Wanna try that again?”
I let out a rumbly growl. “Still making me work for it?”
One shoulder goes up in a shrug, her eyes tracking over me again as I stalk closer. “I figure if you’re going to hold my hand and open my doors, I oughta go for the full experience.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get the full experience alright.” The words leave my mouth, but I have no idea what I’m talking about. She’s getting more of an experience than any other girl I’ve been with. At least recently. All I have to do is mention my brother, and they practically throw their panties in my face on their way to the nearest horizontal surface. But I’ll say whatever it takes to get her out of her clothes, her arms around my body instead of hers, and that detached look on her face replaced by lust and satisfaction. First one, then the other. Over and over.
I snake one arm around her waist and pull her tight against me, looking into her brown eyes that I can now see have flecks of green and gold before dropping my head and taking her mouth.
As hard as she made me work to get to this point, she capitulates easily, her lips parting, her tongue sliding against mine. Her arms uncross between us, then her hands slide up my bare arms to grip my shoulders, short fingernails digging into my skin.
A sudden, all-consuming hatred for her puffy coat overtakes me, and I unwrap my arm from her waist, pushing her away from me enough that I can rip it off her. I’ve been waiting so long. Nearly twenty-four hours of lust and longing, and now that I have her alone and willing in a hotel room, I don’t want to wait another second.
She looks up at me with confusion when our kiss abruptly ends, but when I push the coat off her shoulders and down her arms, understanding dawns. Then she smirks.
Another growl rumbles out of me as I finally succeed in getting her coat off. Now for the shirt.
I meet her eyes as my fingers grip the hem. “This would go much faster if you’d just do as you’re told.”
She tilts her head to the side, that smirk still playing over her kissable lips. “Maybe so. But somehow I don’t think it would be as much fun.”
I just shake my head at her. At least she raises her arms without any other encouragement than me lifting the hem of her shirt. Her hair tumbles around her face, auburn strands glinting in the golden lamplight, and the look she gives me as we both stand there shirtless is open and vulnerable. Lips parted. Eyes wide. Undisguised want.
Sliding my hands across her smooth skin, I pull her in for another kiss, our lips fusing as my fingers fumble with the hooks holding her bra closed. The softness of her under my palms soothes some of my need, but nowhere near satisfies the deep, hungry center of me that needs to feel her everywhere and then sink inside her tight heat.
I let out an involuntary moan at the thought, more determined than ever to finish getting her naked. Right. The fuck. Now.
With her bra hanging loose from her shoulders, she drops her arms to let it fall, and I pull back enough so it drops to the ground. Following its downward progress, I drop to my knees, savoring the sight of her naked tits, hard little nipples, pink and enticing in the lamplight just above eye level.
And as much as I want to take those into my mouth—and I will—first things first.
“What are you—” Lauren’s half formed question cuts off when I curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them down. She balances herself with her hands on my shoulders as she lifts her legs one at a time to extract them from the stretchy fabric. And when I look up at her again after tossing her pants to the side, she’s totally naked before me. For the second time.
And this time I get to look and taste my fill.
I slide my hands up the backs of her legs till I can grip her ass. Looking up at her, I pull her closer to my face, holding her eyes as long as I can, giving her time to pull away if she wants. Push me away. Tell me to stop.
When she doesn’t, I part her lips with my tongue. Tasting her for the first time.
She lets out a low sound on a shaky exhale, echoing my own groan as I press my tongue in even farther. Her hands move to my head as I pick up one of her legs and guide it over my shoulder so I have better access. Holding her thigh with one hand and reaching my other thumb between her legs, I spread her open, licking from opening to clit, then sucking.
Her fingernails scrape my scalp as her grip tightens in my hair, her knees starting to buckle. She cries out when I scrub my tongue across her clit, determined to make her come hard on my face. Right now. After two hours of teasing since dinner, I know she has to be close to shooting off like a Fourth of July fireworks display. And knowing how sexy she looks when she comes, I want to be the one to cause that.
“Please please please please,” she whimpers, and I back off a little, circling her clit with my tongue slowly a few times before redoubling my efforts.
Yeah, I want to get her there quickly, but not so fast that it’s over before she knows it.
She’s sagging into my hands as I lick and suck and feast on her. “Please please, Brendan, please.”
“Tell me what you need, baby,” I whisper over her slick flesh.
She whimpers again. “I need to lie down. Or sit. Or lean against the wall. But I can’t come like this. My leg is giving out. I’m going to fall.” The last word is drawn out on a trembling wail as I suck her clit between my lips again, my hands palming her ass and holding her up as she sags even more, the heel of her other foot digging into my back.
Once Lauren’s legs come in contact with the bed, I break the kiss and flash her a smile. “Here you go. A bed, as requested.” Her answering giggle is cut off by a gasp as my mouth finds her nipple, one hand sliding between her thighs, relishing how slick and ready she is for me. But first …
I drop to my knees in front of her again, putting us in the same position with one leg over my shoulder, but changing it up so it’s her other leg.
“Oh god,” she whispers when I circle my tongue on her clit. Her hands grip my head again. “Brendan,” she gasps. “I need … oh fuck.”
“What do you need?”
She lands heavily on the bed, letting go of my head to fall back on her elbows, her eyes meeting mine. “That. Okay. Continue.”
I raise my head, putting distance between my face and her pussy, and lift an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
She flops all the way onto her back with a groan. “Please, Brendan. You’ve been teasing me for hours. I’m so damn close that I swear to god if you don’t make me come soon I’m going to—”
Instead of letting her finish, I dive back in, spearing my tongue as deep inside her as I can before licking her from bottom to top. Now that I don’t have to keep her from falling, I plunge two fingers inside her while I work her clit with my mouth. Sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue.
I hold one leg open with my free hand, and her muscles strain and quiver against me as I relentlessly drive her to orgasm. She comes with a shout, her back arching off the bed as her pussy pulses around my fingers, the leg over my shoulder curling even tighter.
I don’t let up until she’s wiggling her hips against my restraining grip, pushing at my head. “Oh, god. Stop. You have to stop.”
With one last swipe of my tongue that makes her shudder, I sit back on my heels, slowly pulling my hand free and making sure to catch her eyes before sucking her juices off my fingers.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lauren
“Oh my fuck.” I breathe the words more than say them, but it’s quiet enough in here that they’re audible.
And I know Brendan hears them because he gives me a wolfish smile before standing and leaning over me. His lips meet mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I can’t help but arch against him.
He ate me like a starving man, and now he’s kissing me like I hold the breath of life. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. The way he held my eyes as he licked me off his fingers?
Fuuuck.
I have no other words for that.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and it makes me wonder what he tastes like. I’m sure I’ll find out at some point, but right now I don’t want to just exchange oral. I want him inside me.
Right.
Fucking.
Now.
Wrapping my legs around him, pushing my hips into his, I let out a sound of frustration when the rough denim of his jeans scrapes my inner thighs.
He pulls back with a chuckle, disentangling himself from my legs so he can unfasten his jeans and push them down.
Even though I’ve seen him naked already, I prop myself up on my elbows to get the full experience, tracing my eyes over the line of his back as he bends over. The grating metal sound of the zipper disrupts the quiet in the room. Brendan fishes around in his suitcase and comes up with a foil packet.
“Came to the wedding with high expectations?”
He lets out a chuckle. “Something like that. You know what they say about bridesmaids at a wedding …”
“Ooh, burn,” I retort.
“See, this is why I like you. Even when I’m crazy turned on, you can still make me laugh.” He makes the comment seem offhand, tossing it out as he nudges my legs apart with his free hand and climbs on the bed, kneeling tall between my thighs, his hard cock pointing right at my face.
“Well, one part of you likes me an awful lot.” The deflection is automatic, but it fits our situation. I know what we are. No need for either of us to get our feelings tangled up here. This is basic animal lust, pure and simple.
Scooting back so I can sit up, I reach for him, gripping his shaft and giving it a squeeze before slowly dragging my hand up and then back down. He’s spent plenty of time touching me, but I’ve only stroked him over his clothes. It’s my turn.
His hips press forward, and he sucks a breath between his teeth, throwing his head back. Bringing my other hand in on the action, I cup his balls, holding their weight gently in my hand and rolling them with my fingers.
He lets out a grunt of pleasure, and his eyelids raise halfway as he looks at me. “God, I don’t want you to stop, but I also don’t want to blow my load in your hand.”
When I swipe my tongue across the slit, picking up the salty drop of precum, he lets out a sound like he’s in pain, his eyes falling closed again.
“Christ, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“At least it’ll be a pleasant way to go.”
He laughs through gritted teeth, but my snarky comment seems to be what he needs to regain control of himself. He pulls back, one hand catching my wrist and pulling it away while the other brings the condom packet to his mouth. Biting the corner, he rips it open and makes quick work of rolling on the condom.
Then his mouth is on mine, his legs pressing mine open even more, making room for his body as he settles over me, his tip nudging against my opening. He breaks the kiss, his eyes locking with mine, and I hold my breath as he inches his way inside me. Stretching me, filling me, making me long to feel him all the way.
My fingers crawl down his hips, grasping handfuls of his ass, trying to make him move faster. But his control and his muscles are both iron.
He dips his head for another kiss. “Don’t rush me. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, and I want to savor it.”
When his hips finally—finally—meet mine, he drops his head so our foreheads touch and stays there for several moments, his breath already coming hard and fast, and we’ve barely even started.
But I’m impatient, and I roll my hips under him, wanting to encourage him to move, but willing to do the work if he won’t. For now, at least.
He grits his teeth, his hips moving a little, like his body is reacting without his consent. “Dammit, woman, I told you I wanted to savor this.”
I grab his ass and pull him to me at the same time I lift my hips again. “Savor round two. I’ve been waiting for this all day, and I want you to fuck me. Now.”
With that low rumbly growl that I’m already becoming addicted to, he matches my rhythm, meeting me thrust for thrust, his eyes boring into mine. But he doesn’t let me set the pace for long. Soon, he’s taking over, picking up speed, driving us both higher.
I pull my legs back, giving him free access to pound into me.
“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, his hands going to the backs of my thighs and pressing them toward my chest, using me as leverage to get deeper.
I break eye contact then, my head rolling back as he pummels my G-spot. And even though I just came hard not that long ago, the new angle is pushing me closer to the edge, and I’ll be damned if I don’t come a second time.
My hand slides between us, immediately finding my clit and rubbing.
Brendan’s nostrils flare. “That’s it. Let me feel you come on my cock. I want you to come all over me. Fuck, yeah. Do it.” He keeps up a string of dirty words and encouragement. I don’t know if I’ve just never experienced good dirty talk or if it’s just Brendan, but somehow it makes it even hotter.
He doesn’t let up, and the combination of him everywhere—his hands gripping my thighs, his cock filling me again and again, his sexy voice whi
spering filthy things—and my own fingers frantically rubbing my clit has a ball of white heat building low in my belly. When it explodes, it flashes across my body in a wave of liquid fire, tingling through my limbs as my back arches and my mouth opens to let loose a primal scream of pleasure.
Brendan fucks me through it all, his hips losing their rhythm as his fingers dig into my flesh until he’s shuddering through his own orgasm, collapsing on top of me when he finishes.
He drags his hands away from my legs, releasing them, and I slowly straighten them out, my free arm circling behind his neck and caressing the hair at the nape. Somehow wanting to prolong our contact, even though I don’t think cuddling and soft caresses are usually part of the fuck buddy relationship.
But what do I know?
The last time I was someone’s fuck buddy, I didn’t realize that was all it was. I thought he really liked me. He’d said and done all the right things, and I was already falling for him after only a few days. How stupid of me. Turned out, in addition to having a bet with his friends, he had a girlfriend as well, who he claimed gave him a free pass while they were apart over the summer.
That’s when I decided my problem was that I fall too hard too fast. I get wrapped up in the guy and lose little pieces of myself, giving in and giving up things that matter to me. And I swore to myself I’d stop. Take a break. Focus on what matters to me without the distraction of a guy pulling me away from my goals.
I’m doing it again. I can already feel it happening, the falling. And this is a new record.
But this time will be different. Because I know the deal going in. We have an end date. Brendan’s not hiding a girlfriend back at school while fucking me on our trip. Or if he is, it doesn’t really matter. Because I’m not his girlfriend and never will be. We’re on this spur of the moment road trip, and once it’s over we’ll go our separate ways.
That’s the agreement.
So why do I not want to let him go already?
Because I’m an idiot. That’s why.
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