by Karessa Mann
“Hmm,” I murmur. “I’m still not sure.” Teasingly, I hook my thumbs into the fabric, my skin coming into contact with his hips, and slide his briefs down until he is gloriously naked in front of me.
“Now this isn’t fair,” he says with a smile, acknowledging that I still have my bra and panties on.
I drop to my knees, my face aligned with his thick, swollen cock that I am aching to taste. “Oh, I think this is very fair.” My eyes tilted up to his and they are glazed in a ravenous hunger as he waits to see what pleasure I will bestow on him. Will it be my hand or my mouth or both? I know that’s what he’s thinking and I like being in control. It’s where I have always shined.
My hands slide up both sides of his thighs, over the strong muscles of his legs. I can tell he works out. I imagine him sweating in hotel gyms as he travels the country on business then steaming off, naked, in a sauna. He watches my hands, waiting to identify their destination. They slide past his groin, up to his hips and around to his firm backside.
“No,” he groans. “This is very unfair.” And he’s right. He didn’t tease me this much. But where’s the fun in that? My mouth is so close to his engorged cock. I lick my lips then let the tip of my tongue glide up his length from the base to the tip.
“Christ!” he moans. His hands grip the back of my head, his fingers entangling themselves into my hair. As my mouth opens to take him in, he fists my locks and tugs hard as my lips slide down his shaft, bringing him to the back of my throat.
My hands continue to grip his ass, holding on for stability as he begins to pump his hips. I twist my tongue along his shaft as he moves in and out of me. I have never had a cock this big in my mouth. Ever. I am wet again just thinking of it being between my thighs.
“Your beautiful fucking mouth,” he says between clenched teeth. “No one has ever sucked me this good.”
I pop him out of my mouth and run my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. “I need you to fuck me.”
He smiles coyly and reaches for my hand, helping me to my feet. I expect him to jump at my offer and lead me to the bedroom, but instead he takes his time, just as he has done since we entered his suite. I should know by now he does everything on his own terms.
“Patience,” he says, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. My breasts bounce free, perky and high. He drops my bra to the floor and reaches out to gently trace the space between my heavy mounds. My nipples instantly harden.
“It’s a shame no one has told you how beautiful you are in such a long time,” he says softly. “You deserve to hear it.”
I close my eyes and his lips are back on mine. It’s odd that I’ve missed them when I only felt them for the first time twenty minutes ago. I rest my chest against his and wrap my arms around his neck. His cock presses into my belly and I want to climb on top of him and slip it inside me.
He releases my lips, stepping back. He takes my hand and starts to lead me through the living room. I assume we’re headed to the bedroom, but all I see are the giant windows in front of us. My feet stop in their tracks and the jolt against his hand forces him to look back at me.
“We can stay here,” I suggest.
He tilts his head at me in confusion, but as he takes in my excessive stare behind him, a flicker of recognition sparks in his eyes.
“Ahhh, the window.”
I don’t say anything because if I speak, I will show him the weakness pulsing through me. I cannot be weak.
“I think we need to do something about this,” he says. He entwines his fingers with mine and gently pulls me forward.
“Oh, no.” I shake my head. “What do you have in mind?”
“Trust me,” he smiles.
I smirk. “How can I trust you when I don’t know you?”
He traces a finger down my arm leaving a ripple of shivers in its wake. I know I will do what he asks. “Have I steered you wrong so far?”
I suck my bottom lip and when he pulls me forward this time, I oblige. I close my eyes, letting him lead me to the window. It isn’t until the cool glass touches my back that I expel a deep breath.
“Open your eyes, Scarlett.”
The sound of my fabricated name on his lips sounds wrong, but confessing the truth now would ruin the evening. Instead, I do as he asks and I’m relieved to be looking back at him and not out at the forty stories plunging into darkness below us.
He places his hand over my rapidly beating heart. “Fear, pleasure, passion and pain can all be misconstrued to feel the same way,” he says, his hand traveling south over my breast. He takes my nipple between his fingers and twists just enough so that it burns, setting off a fire between my thighs. I groan as his hands continue to move down over my belly to the ridge of my panty line. I keep my eyes locked on his, doing my best to pretend I am somewhere else, despite the cool glass reminding me otherwise.
“Focus on what you feel,” he says as his fingers slide inside my panties. “Not what’s in your head.”
My mouth drops open in an agonizing moan as his palm finds the center of my sex and begins a slow tantalizing twirl. My palms fall flat against the window wanting something to hold onto as his pressure builds and he is pushing me against the glass.
He leans in and whispers, “Still want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes!” I gasp.
His lips find my neck. The force of his tongue on my throat matches the grinding of his palm against my bundle of nerves. “You’re sure?”
“Yes!”
He stops and I open my eyes, stunned by his abruptness.
His mouth is against my ear when he says, “Not until I’ve tasted you.”
I swallow hard as his mouth traces down my body until he is leaning before me. I watch as he slithers my panties down my thighs to my knees and then picks up my ankles one by one and frees me of my last article of clothing. When he returns my left foot to the ground, it’s spaced at hip distance from my right and he settles himself in between. He takes two of his fingers and instead of spreading my folds apart as I expect him to do, he pushes them together. And just like that, my clit pops out. He smiles up at me then leans forward, his tongue tracing the line that he made. My head falls back against the window. I moan as he does it again, this time sucking at the top as his fingers move up and down, stroking my most sensitive area. His mouth opens and his tongue is flicking my clit before pursing his lips together to suck it again. The sensation of flicking and sucking makes me forget for a moment where I am and what I am pressed against. My hands find his hair and my hips begin to grind against his face.
“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop.” By now, I should know better not to tell him what I want him to do. He releases me and stands. “Turn around.” His hands find my hips and he twists me around to face the window.
I shake my head. This is too much. I can’t face the window. Whatever pleasure I was just absorbed in is now slipping away. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he whispers near my ear. He takes one of my hands and places my palm against the glass. I watch fearfully as he does the same with my other palm.
Don’t look down.
I scrunch my eyes tightly shut.
“Open your eyes, Scarlett,” he commands, pushing one of my legs out and then the other so my stance is wide. “Feel the fear. It will only make the pleasure that much more intense.”
Slowly, I open my eyes, but instead of looking out at the Puget Sound and glowing lights of the buildings surrounding us, I choose to focus on his reflection. I watch as he tears at the foil packet and slides the condom over his long shaft.
This is just a mirror, I tell myself. But I know it’s a lie. I drop my forehead against the cool glass. His chest presses into my back, his hands bearing down on my hips. And then he bends me over and the hardness of his cock is against my ass. He adjusts it until it slides along the outside of my sex from behind. The pressure of it against my center makes me groan. He does it again and again and I get so wet, he slides into me effortlessly. I
cry out and push against the window, backing into him as he slides out and reenters me, his hands digging into my hips.
“Fuck!” he hisses, plunging into me again. “You feel amazing!”
I brace myself against the window, knowing now what he means about fear and pleasure. The intensity that is building inside me is so much more than I have ever experienced before. I don’t want him to stop and yet I am terrified he is going to push me right through this glass. I tremble and curse, partly in terror, partly in ecstasy.
“Just feel,” he commands softly.
I arch my back and absorb the blows of his cock as he rams himself inside me. I move my hips, fucking him back, finding the control I know I have. I will not be weak. I will not let this fear win. I open my eyes and I’m caught by the beauty of our reflection, our bodies moving together in complete carnal passion.
“Harder,” I tell him and he willingly obliges.
“Touch me,” I say, guiding his hand to my sex where he massages my clit. I’m so close. He leans down on me and presses my chest into the window. The cool glass is now exhilarating. He pushes my hair to the side and his mouth draws a line from my neck to my shoulder. His teeth nip at my skin, as his tongue licks up the side of my neck to my ear. I’ve lost all fear. It has warped into the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced.
I’m about to climax when he pulls out of me.
“No,” I groan.
“Not yet,” he says. “I need more of you.”
He kisses my back as I pant in search of air. His lips graze between my shoulders, up my neck, to my ear and back down again. My head falls to the window, where steam from my hot breaths cloud into a large circle on the glass.
He turns me to face him and I stand upright, placing my palms on his chest. He positions his hands on the window on either side of my head and leans forward. His rock hard cock pushes just above my sex and I reach on my tip toes, hoping to slide him back into me.
He smiles at my determination. His lips find mine and this time when he kisses me, it is slow and rhythmic like our mouths are dancing with one another. There is no urgency in the way his lips move with mine and I moan in frustration, wanting him back inside me.
He chuckles lightly, tickling my lips. “Are you in a hurry to be somewhere else?”
I frown. “I was in a hurry to come, until you took that away.”
He runs his mouth down the side of my neck and I sigh, tilting my head to give him better access.
“Oh, you’ll get it back,” he says.
His hands slide from the window and down the length of my body, stopping at my thighs. Bending down, he lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wind my arms around his neck as he slowly glides his cock back inside me. My arms tighten and I drop my head to cradle his neck as he rocks in and out of me, making love to me like he’s known me for years instead of only hours.
He presses my back against the window for stability, but not to quicken his pace. He moves in and out, his hips working in tantalizing circles as he brushes against the core of my arousal. I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. I focus on our connection and when I climax, it’s with a full body shudder. He has to push me into the glass harder as he comes inside me.
We stay like this, wrapped around each other for what feels like an eternity, both trying to come down from our high. I move first. I kiss the bottom of his throat up to his jaw. He pulls back just enough to find my mouth and I love the sensation of his soft, full lips on mine. I smile and he carefully helps me down from his waist. Turning to look back at the window, I’m amazed that I am standing so close to it, not to mention I was just fucked against it.
He wraps his arms around me as we look out into the view of the night. I can see boat lights in the distance and the reflection of the city lights on the buildings around us. I tilt my eyes down for the first time and see the red and white glow of headlights and taillights on the streets below. My heartbeat quickens, but not to the same extreme it did minutes ago.
“See,” he says. “Not so bad.”
I smile. “No, not so bad.” I turn my head towards him. “Thank you.”
He kisses my forehead and then lets me go. “Drink?” he asks as he walks back toward the bar. He slips on his boxer briefs before disappearing behind the mahogany counter.
I know that now is the moment I must go. If I stay then this night will take on an awkward vibe and we’ll be trying to hold on to what we both know is only a one night stand. If I leave now, I leave with the memory of an incredible man who gave me the most amazing experience.
I reach for my jeans on the floor and slip them on. “It’s almost one in the morning,” I say zipping up my pants. I refasten my bra and quickly pull on my sweater.
He pours himself a glass of bourbon and says, “Somewhere you need to be?”
I cock my head and smirk at him. “Yes. Bed. Early meetings in the morning. You?”
He takes a sip and shrugs. “I don’t sleep much.”
“Why not?”
He walks towards me and hands over my panties. “I don’t know. I guess in a way I resist letting go of the day.”
I wish I could empathize, but truthfully, I usually fall fast asleep anticipating a new day.
I take my panties and shove them into my pocket. I place my hand on his cheek and reach up to kiss the side of his mouth, afraid that if I touch his lips I will have an even harder time leaving him than I’m having right now.
“Thank you for an incredible evening, Damon.”
“My pleasure, Scarlett.”
I brush past him and walk to the foyer, finding my shoes before I press the elevator button. When the door opens I take a step inside and turn to face him one last time, surprised to see him standing right where I left him. Just as the doors begin to close I give him a wistful grin. I think he returns it.
Back on the second floor, I find my key and arrive to my room. I drop my clothes on the ground and slip under the covers naked, wanting a reminder of what it was like to be pressed up against him. I fall into a deep sleep with the smell of Damon still lingering on my body.
When the alarm goes off, I swear I’d been hit by a bull dozer sometime in the night. I rub the sleep from my eyes and find my way to the shower where I regretfully let the hot water wash away the last remaining reminder of Damon’s. I dress in a navy pencil skirt and matching suit jacket with my white button down shirt tucked in nicely. I pin my long locks into a respectful chignon and apply just enough makeup to make me appear a couple years older, but still professional. I don’t bother packing my suitcase, I’ll be back before checkout. I step into my navy heels and give myself one last look before heading to the elevator.
Fortunately, there is a different receptionist in the lobby than the one I saw last night. This woman is older, appears friendlier, and obviously takes her job seriously. As I approach the counter I smile, reaching out my hand to shake hers and introduce myself.
“I’m here for an interview with Mr. and Ms. Knight regarding the General Manager position.”
The woman nods politely and lifts the phone to her ear. “Mr. Knight, Anna Caldwell is here to see you.”
When she hangs up, she motions me to step past the counter. “They’re ready for you. You can head on in.”
I thank her and walk behind the desk to a door that leads to what I hope is my future employer’s office.
When I step inside, I am greeted with a smile that quickly fades to a look of confusion, then a deep frown of recognition.
Holy. Shit.
This is not happening. This can’t be happening.
I am standing face to face with the man who fucked me not eight hours ago.
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Writing romance means I get to fall in love over and over again, for the first time. I crave the butterfly in my stomach, heart fluttering, emotional roller coaster feeling I get when I am wrapped up in a good steamy romance novel. I love when readers connect with the characters th
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