“Traffic’s bad,” Justin murmured, bringing her out of her thoughts. She glanced at him, arousal slowing her blood and making her limbs heavy.
She enjoyed watching him drive and he was incredibly sexy behind the wheel. Strong hands gripped the steering wheel, his eyes intent on the road ahead, a little sigh escaping him over the traffic frustration.
She wanted to reach over and touch his hair, run her hand down his arm. The muscles there rippled every time he shifted downward and when he caught her staring, he grinned, those flashing dimples making her heart flutter, her entire body quiver in anticipation.
“Are you hungry?” He glanced at her quickly, keeping one eye on the road.
“Yes.” Her appetite had completely disappeared. The only thing she was hungry for was him.
The car came to a complete stop and he looked at her, his gaze meeting hers, his expression unreadable. “Me, too.”
Understanding dawned and she breathed deep, ready to make a bold move. “We’ll probably be stuck here a long time, hmm?”
He nodded slowly, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight. “Traffic is really heavy.”
“Maybe we should pull over.” She gave in to her urges and touched him, brushing her fingers against the warm, firm skin of his forearm. A jolt surged from her fingertips and rolled throughout her body.
His eyes practically smoldered. “Pull over?”
“Yes, do you think we should?” She nodded, her fingers sliding up and over his rock hard bicep. “Maybe we could go somewhere more...private?”
Justin didn’t say a word. His jaw tightened and he flicked the signal, crossing lanes until he was in the far right one and finally pulling off at the next exit.
Anticipation curled through her and she let her hand drop. As if he didn’t want to break the connection he reached over, resting his hand on her thigh and his touch fairly burned through the thin fabric of her skirt.
She glanced out the window, saw they were in a mostly industrial part of town and she wondered where he was taking them. His fingers curled, drawing up the fabric of her skirt and she held her breath, waiting for his next move.
He didn’t disappoint. Keeping his eyes on the road, he pulled her skirt to mid-thigh and then dived beneath it, sure fingers meeting bare skin. She trembled, her breathing shaky and she watched his fingers move beneath the black fabric.
“Spread your legs.” His voice was rough, a command that brooked no argument and she did as he wanted, her back slumping against the seat.
Stephanie waited, pressing her lips together when his fingers brushed against the front of her panties and his ragged groan was unmistakable.
“What color?”
“What?” Confusion fogged her brain. She was so totally focused on his touch, his fingers playing with the elastic leg band of her panties.
“Your panties. What color are they?”
“Oh.” She swallowed, tried to think. “They’re white lace.”
He groaned again, his fingers now sliding beneath the thin fabric and touching her. Threading through her damp curls, those sure fingers slid down until they brushed her swollen clit.
She closed her eyes briefly, her right hand clutching the inside door handle and she spread her legs further, a silent invitation for him to continue.
Stephanie marveled at his composure, how he continued driving while touching her so intimately. The streets were essentially abandoned, the inside of the car quiet but for their mingled ragged breathing and the juicy sounds of his fingers searching her pussy.
“You’re always so wet.” He sounded amazed, his expression tight, eyes focused on the street, fingers focused on her pleasure.
She was wet only for him. She couldn’t answer, could only enjoy his touch, the way his thumb brushed her clit, his index finger sliding inside her. She was so close, it wouldn’t take much for him to bring her to climax and she moaned, lifting her hips and sending him deeper.
“We gotta find a hotel.” He sounded determined, just the tiniest bit desperate and she felt a whole lot of desperate. She hung on the edge, her body so close to taking that plunge and when he flicked her clit, his thumb pressing deep she shattered.
Crying out his name, she bucked against his hand, her pussy clenching rhythmically, her entire body trembling with her release. His hand stilled though stayed in place, riding out her orgasm until she slumped against the seat, her body sweaty and sated.
“That was beautiful.” He removed his hand from her and turned right, a sigh of relief escaping him. “Thank Christ. I think that’s a hotel.”
She blinked once, twice, the building up ahead coming into focus and she wrinkled her nose. The place looked old, a little sleazy and the “t” on the neon sign was out so it only read “Ho el.”
Yes, that was about right. She felt a little bit like a ho after coming in his car with a couple of flicks of his fingers.
Justin pulled up in front of the building, his eyes meeting hers in the dim red light that shone from the overhead sign. “We don’t have to do this.”
The man had just made her come like no other in about two minutes flat while driving for God’s sake. They were definitely going to do this.
“I want to.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened with banked heat. “You don’t want dinner?”
“I’m not hungry for food.” The unsaid said it all.
Undoing his seat belt, he leaned forward and bruised her mouth with a hungry kiss that stole her breath. Then he was gone, exiting the car in a whirlwind and at her door, opening it for her.
She stepped out on wobbly legs, thankful he was there to keep her upright. He slammed the door, hit the keyless remote to lock it and grabbed her hand, leading her up to the entrance of the hotel.
“Do you think your car is safe out here?” She couldn’t believe they were able to find a parking spot directly in front of the building. The neighborhood looked old, quiet since business hours were far past and she didn’t want his pretty and rare car getting stolen.
“I’ve got mega insurance on this baby.” He eyed it with worry then looked at her. “It’s a chance I’m going to have to take.”
Oh, she knew she was being ridiculous when it thrilled her that he chose her over the safety of his car. It was a freaking car. He could probably afford one hundred of them on the money he made but still. He could’ve said screw it and escorted her right out of there.
A bell rang when they walked through the door of the lobby and a little old man stood behind the counter, his eyes squinty in an overly tanned, overly wrinkled face. Those squinty eyes went as wide as they could when they lit upon Justin.
“Aren’t you...”
“No, I’m not.” Justin cut him off, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Withdrawing a crisp one hundred dollar bill, he handed it to the man who took it with unmitigated glee. “We need a room.”
“Of course sir. Something intimate and discreet perhaps?” The old guy was clearly getting off on the idea of the legendary baseball player using his hotel as a stopping point for a quick screw.
Justin glared at him, his grip tightening on Stephanie’s hand. “Whatever you have that’s clean will work.”
The man sniffed. “All of our rooms are clean, sir. Will that be cash or charge?”
Handing him a fifty, Justin leaned his other arm on the counter. “Cash.”
The man moved quickly, pocketing the fifty and grabbing a key ring that had a large, bright green plastic square dangling off it with the number twenty-four printed in bold white. “Your room is on the second floor, facing west.”
“Thanks.” Justin snatched the key from the man’s fingers and started for the stairwell on the far left of the room.
“Should you ask about your car?” She struggled to keep up with his long strides, loving the way he looked back at her with such longing on his face she almost stumbled.
“Forget the car.” He started up the stairs, slowing his p
ace so she could keep up with him and then they were walking down a dim hallway. The entire floor was quiet, a couple of light bulbs were burned out in their fixtures and the burnt orange carpet was worn thin.
They were in a complete dump and she was thrilled. Positively buzzing with excitement at the idea that in just mere minutes, she would have her hands all over him and he would have his hands all over her. Naked, skin pressed against skin, lips attached to lips.
They found room twenty-four and she noticed his fingers trembled when he inserted the key inside the lock. He turned it with a quick flick of his wrist and the door swung open wide. The room smelled of stale smoke and fabric softener and she rushed in, her throat closing up when he shut the door with a quiet click and a sharp turn of the lock.
And then he was behind her, around her, his arms holding her, his big hands cupping her breasts and his damp mouth brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. She arched against him, her breasts filling his hands, her head leaning to the side and her butt brushed against the insistent prodding of his cock.
“I’ve thought of nothing else but this for the past week,” he admitted, his voice muffled against her neck and gooseflesh stole over her skin at his ragged confession.
“I’ve thought about you, too.” Her eyes slid closed, her hand reaching behind her to cup his erection and he growled close to her ear.
“Oh, yeah? What have you thought about me?”
“Us together again. Feeling you deep inside me.” Her hands moved up, down, the denim rough against her fingers, his button fly straining from his thick cock.
She’d never behaved this way over any man before. The eagerness, the bold moves and the wild flurry of it all. It was as if they couldn’t resist each other, as if they might starve without touching each other and she loved it. Wanted more of it. She wanted to please him more than anything.
Chapter Seven
Stephanie turned in his embrace, her face tilted up and those full lips pursed and ready for his kiss. He swept his mouth against hers, a full body shudder moving through him at first contact and he released his grip on her, pushing her away so he could study her.
But she was too gorgeous to have so far. Unable to resist, his hands moved up to cup her face, holding her as if she were fragile. Something he cherished, like someone he wanted to take care of. His thumbs brushed against the soft skin of her cheeks. His mouth plundered her plump, welcoming lips and their tongues, met, danced.
Getting her off in the car had been the single hottest thing he’d witnessed since he didn’t know when. The way she’d spread for him, how wet she’d been when he’d first touched her. The sound of her creamy, juicy pussy while his fingers worked inside her, the little noises she made when she came against his hand, all over his fingers.
He couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Suddenly she pushed at him, those slender hands sure and strong against his chest and he backed up, kept going until he hit the wall with a thud. She stared up at him, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, twisting so it rode up high on his belly and her gaze wandered, lingering on his exposed skin.
“Take your shirt off.” Her quiet command was sexy, the look in her eyes even more so and with one hand he yanked the shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor.
She drew in a harsh breath and stared at his chest, her gaze wandering all over his form. Her hands reached out and tentative fingers brushed against his heated flesh.
“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” Awe tinged her voice as she explored.
He could say the same about her. Her touch was like a wildfire spreading across his already overheated skin, slim fingers igniting little blazing trails wherever they touched. He waited in agony, dying to know what she was going to do next.
Her fingers traced every muscled ridge in his stomach and her nails scratched, making him shiver. “I’m not even at my peak physical condition,” he admitted, feeling like a macho show off the second the words left his mouth.
“Oh, my.” She gazed up at him, her eyes twinkling in what he could only assume was amusement. “I don’t know if I’d be able to handle you in your peak physical condition.”
“I think you could handle me anytime you wanted me.” He gripped her upper arms and hauled her to him, giving her a kiss that stole her breath and stole his, too. He wanted her to know exactly how much he needed her with that one kiss. How bad he craved her, how desperate he was to have her again.
And again and again and again.
She broke the kiss first, her fingers shoving into his chest. “Don’t move.”
He watched in agonized pleasure as she dropped to her knees, her fingers going to work on the waistband of his jeans. She undid each button slowly, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, her touch slowly driving him insane. Finally, the buttons were all undone and she spread the fly, revealing the unmistakable strain of his cock beneath.
“This is what I thought of, what I dreamed of. Me giving you pleasure,” she whispered, her index fingers hooking around the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging downward.
His cock sprang free, bobbing close to her mouth and she smiled, grasping the base. A groan tore through him, hurting his chest and he slumped against the wall, more than ready for her next move.
She stared at his cock with avid interest, her fingers stroking, her thumb circling the head. Leaning forward, her tongue snaked out, licking the tip of him and collecting the drop of pre-come that had gathered there.
It was incredibly sexy watching her, what they were doing, where they were at. In the dark in a crappy hotel room, the faint red glow of the neon sign outside shining through the window. The both of them still clothed, his cock thrusting out from the fly of his jeans, and Stephanie on bended knee, licking him. The appreciative glow in her eyes as she watched him made him want to soar. Made him want to beat his chest and call himself a real man.
Heady stuff. Unusually heady and so damn fast. He never felt this way about a woman. Especially one he just met.
Ever.
Her lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, drawing him into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Her tongue washed over him, slick and fast and her hand still stroked him nice and slow. Her combined moves already had his balls drawing up tight against his body, the familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine, the base of his cock.
He was gonna blow and soon. Like an inexperienced loser who had no control around a woman.
But it wasn’t his fault, it was her. Stephanie. She made him feel out of control. He never lost it with a woman, he’d always prided himself on the control he showed no matter what the situation. Out on the playing field or with the media, at public appearances, in bed with a beautiful woman.
He had a sexual pattern and he always followed it to the letter. It was all about the woman. Stroke her, both figuratively and physically, make her feel good with words and touches and she’d return the favor. Once it was over, he was done. Long-term relationships weren’t a part of his life, they never had been since he was a child.
He shook his head to stop his mind from wandering. Needing to focus on what Stephanie was doing to him versus thinking about the past.
He’d always been about the here and now. And lately his here and now sucked.
Until Stephanie had run into him and knocked him off his axis.
She sucked him deeper between her lips, her hand moving to cradle his balls in her palm. Bobbing on him, she drew him in and out of her mouth and her tongue did a quick sweep with her every stroke. Reaching down he tore the elastic from her hair and the dark strands fell all around her face. He threaded his fingers in her hair, clutching either side of her head and gently thrust inside of her mouth.
Her little murmurs of pleasure encouraged him and he fucked her mouth, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. Her lips tightened, her tongue wet and warm and teasing and when her fing
ers slipped beyond his balls to press the extra sensitive flesh there, he was done for.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, wanting to warn her. He rarely met a woman who liked to swallow.
She nodded fiercely, taking him as deep as he could go and he came with a shout, his semen spurting out of him in strong, shuddering gushes. Making his limbs heavy, making him weak as he came and came until he wanted to collapse from exhaustion.
Stephanie finally withdrew from him once his shudders decreased, her glistening lips curved in a serene smile. His hands still clutched her head and he cradled her face, staring down at her in quiet amazement.
“Did you like that?” she whispered.
His thumbs stroked her cheeks. As if she had to ask. “I fucking loved it.”
Nothing like brutal honesty as a compliment.
Her smile grew. “Can you help me up? The carpet’s kind of thin and my knees are killing me.”
He took her hands and brought her to her feet, hauling her close so he could kiss her. He couldn’t stop kissing her, really. His cock swelled once more, unbelievable but true.
Just like that, he wanted her again. Though this time, he wanted to be inside her. And not some quick fuck either. He wanted to take his time and search her body, learn what she liked. Teach her what he liked.
“I’m starving,” she murmured against his hungry lips.
Justin paused and moved away from her. “Do you still want to go to dinner?”
A giggle escaped her and she nodded, looping her arms around his neck. “Aren’t you hungry? I had no idea orgasms gave a person such an appetite.”
His immediate plans for another go around just shifted. Not as if he could deny her anything, not after what she just did for him. “You still want to go to that Italian restaurant I told you about?”
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