by S. M. Soto
My brow arches. “What kind of proposition?”
His eyes darken, and the blue of his gaze sears into my flesh. “The dirty kind.”
“Oh god,” I choke out.
“That’s not the name I’d prefer to fall from your lips, but we’ll work on that. Right now, I’d like nothing more than to fuck you six ways to Sunday, Mackenzie.”
My core spasms, and my lungs heave.
Something happens in my stomach, and it feels like there are Pop Rocks in my veins. My body is going haywire at his words.
Holy shit.
He wants to fuck me.
Jesus.
“That’s … that’s incredibly forward, Mr. Kingston, don’t you think?”
His grin reminds me of a predator. “I’m very forward when I know what I want, Mackenzie. And the truth? I want to fuck you. Very, very much.”
A low whimper falls from my lips, making him chuckle as if he enjoys watching my misery. Enjoys watching me squirm.
Keep your head in the game! My brain yells, reminding me why I’m here. I cannot lose sight of everything just because a hot guy wants to have wild, crazy sex with me. I can’t.
I will not.
“I-I … I should probably go. I’m supposed to meet m-my friends.”
Christ. The nervous high school stutter is back in full force.
Baz clucks his tongue. “Shame. I was looking forward to seeing the dirty girl inside you,” he says, his thumb swiping across my lower lip. I’m so out of it, I didn’t even notice when he moved in closer or when his hand came toward my face.
I shoot away from the table and wobble on my heels, attempting to make a quick escape.
Baz smirks. “Until next time, dirty girl.”
I run away, out of the restaurant, through the crowded bodies, toward the elevators.
After locking myself in my room, I rest my back against the heavy door and fight to control my breathing. My nipples are as hard as rocks, and with each intake of breath, they achingly graze against the material of my dress. I clench my thighs together and whimper when I feel just how wet my panties are. I’ve never had an encounter with a man like that before. I’ve never felt so wanton, so sexy, so desired. I’ve never wanted to have a one-night stand with a stranger so badly.
So why did I stop it then? Why didn’t I just say yes? What could one romp have the potential to destroy?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Wiping the back of my hand across my forehead, I push off the door and stride toward the bedroom to help alleviate the need, but then I stop. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m spinning on my heels and throwing the door open. With my clutch still wrapped around my wrist, I head to the elevators and pick my gaze up to press the button to recall the elevator. Just then, the doors slide open, and my breath catches.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
Baz smirks. “Oh fuck, indeed.”
Not even a full second goes by before I’m on him. Or he’s on me. I can’t tell how it happens. I slam my mouth over his and push my body flush against his warmth. His lips are soft and firm. He tastes like red-blooded male and strong liquor.
With our tongues clashing and our mouths working in tandem, we make our way from the bank of elevators back to my room, devouring each other.
“If you want to change your mind, I suggest you do it now, Mackenzie, because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you, and I’m not going to stop.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down until the nerves there scream in pain.
It’s a bad idea. I know this. I feel it.
Instead of doing what I know I should, like backing away from this insanely handsome man and never looking back, my mouth has other plans. “Fuck me, Baz.”
He growls. I feel the effects of it roll through my body in waves, and he swoops down to take my mouth again.
We get the door to my room open and crash into the suite, banging into every surface on our way inside. Baz pushes me up against the wall, and the way he expertly steers and handles me makes my panties flood with moisture. I’m throbbing and dripping like a goddamn leaky faucet.
He slides down to his knees and hitches my tight dress over my hips, his gaze devouring every inch of my skin. His hands are huge, like roughened bear paws, as he glides them over my thighs. He picks up one leg and hikes it around his shoulder, and I moan because I know what’s coming next. The anticipation is almost too much. My core clenches arduously, and desire percolates through my veins. Baz pins me with his gaze, his command threatening to make me come.
“Don’t move.”
Then his mouth is on me through my panties. His warm tongue slides over the drenched material, and I slam my head back against the wall, bucking my hips toward his face, silently asking for more. He pulls his mouth away, and I expect him to dive back in, but he doesn’t. My eyes spring open, and I look down at him with questions in my eyes. He’s casually resting back on his legs, staring up at me with an intense expression on his face.
“I said don’t move.”
I gulp. Literally gulp. With a slow dip of my chin in acquiescence, he finally leans back in toward my sex, and I let out a breath of air I didn’t realize I was holding.
With lithe fingers, he rubs me through my panties, and I have to fight my body’s need to grind into his touch. He must notice my struggle because he obliges me, giving me the smallest inch by sliding my panties to the side and running his fingers through my soaked folds. I let out a long-drawn-out moan.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
I trap my bottom lip between my teeth and stifle my gasp of pleasure. Because I know. I’ve never been this wet in my entire life. I’ve never felt so completely lost in a man that all my inhibitions went out the window.
He must like that because before I’m able to prepare myself, he swoops down and devours my pussy. His mouth latches onto my sex, and his velvet tongue swirls around my clit.
A startled yelp escapes my lips, and I slap my hands against the wall for support. The sensations … they’re all too much. The firm glide of his warm tongue flicking over my clit, dipping into my channel, and sucking on me are so incredibly euphoric, it’s painful. The throb in my core hurts. The tug deep in my belly coils with heat and tension, and my body is aching with the need to feel him inside me. Every last inch of him. I want him to devour me, to swallow me whole, and that’s exactly what he does.
“Pinch your nipples,” he rasps between licks, and my core spasms at the command. He pulls his mouth away again to smile up at me knowingly.
“I knew you were perfect the moment your eyes flared at my first command in the restaurant. You like being told what to do, don’t you, Mackenzie?”
“Yes,” I pant out. I don’t even know if that’s true. I’ve never been into being ordered around during sex, but the way Baz does it? I’ll never go back. So long as he never takes his hands off my body, he can order me around all day.
“Such a dirty fucking girl,” he growls in approval, swirling his skilled tongue around my clit as if rewarding me for my honesty.
My legs start to tremble and almost give out, but Baz’s hold keeps me in place, so I don’t fall. My orgasm rips through me, and he licks it all clean, laving every last drop of my release.
He pushes to his feet, freeing himself, and without apology, he rips my underwear off and lifts me. My legs immediately wrap around his trim waist. I widen my knees to give him room, dying to feel his firm length brush up against my center. Just the thought causes my pussy to throb, then clench in anticipation.
He lines his head at my entrance, and without hesitation, he drives inside.
I scream.
I’ve never been super vocal during the act of sex, but the way he’s impaling me with his cock isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m losing myself. The smallest sting of pain is felt as my body accommodates his length, but above all, it’s pleasure coiling inside me—tightening and expanding.
“Fuck, you�
��re tight. Your pussy is just as exquisite as I knew it would be. Look at the way she’s squeezing my cock. She loves this, doesn’t she, Mackenzie?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan incoherently.
He hitches me up higher to align the angle of his pelvis perfectly against mine and grinds his cock into me repeatedly with deep, merciless jabs. I try to speak, to moan his name, but all that comes out are grunts and groans and incoherent syllables. As the sound of our bodies smacking echoes throughout the suite, no words are needed. Our bodies do the talking, learning each other’s language. Nothing gets lost in translation when our bodies are stating the facts—they want this. With each thrust, with each clench, and with each time I dig my nails into Baz’s skin, I feel that tug deep in my gut. I feel the crescendo, I feel it building, and I’m helpless to stop the fall. I don’t want it to end. Not yet, not when the tip of his cock is hitting that spot inside me that no one has ever reached before.
Baz drives into me, scraping my back against the wall behind me with each thrust. My skin is slicked with sweat, with the masculine and musky scent emanating off him. I peel my eyes open, glancing down at where his cock disappears inside me, and my clit throbs painfully, causing me to clench around his firm length. When I glance up, I find him watching me, those dark eyes on fire. Like the tether between us is tugged, the magnetic force draws us together, and our mouths clash. It’s sloppy, it’s hot, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever shared with a man.
I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner and grieve the anniversary of my sister’s death, but all I care about at this moment is the dirty scenario that’s playing out. All I care about is finding a release with this handsome stranger.
The sounds of slapping flesh, my moans, his grunts, and wetness echo around us like a blaring alarm. I should be embarrassed by the sounds my body is making, but I’m not. I’m so turned on, so lost in what this man is doing to my body, that I can’t seem to process anything.
“You’re a squirter, aren’t you, Mackenzie?”
My pussy clenches at the erotic question. “N-No.”
“Oh, but I think you are. I feel how wet you are. And you feel that?” he taunts, tilting his hips at a different angle and hitting a spot that feels fan-fucking-tastic.
“That, right there, tells me you’re ready to come, Mackenzie. Do you want to come?”
“I—” I gasp when he maneuvers his hand between us to flick my clit, almost throwing me over the ledge.
He laughs darkly. “Not yet. Don’t let go yet. Keep pinching those nipples until that cunt spasms, understand?”
I do as he says, and when I’m on the verge, barely hanging on, he bends near my ear and whispers, “Now, dirty girl.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I moan just as I spiral, and the explosion detonates. I come without warning. The orgasm barrels through me, taking my breath with it. My eyes roll to the back of my head, stealing my vision, and my hearing ceases, stealing everything from me for a solid ten seconds. My body trembles violently in his arms as each wave of my orgasm rolls through me.
When I’m coherent enough to open my eyes, I find Baz watching me closely as I spiral down. His eyes heat as though watching me come undone is his favorite pastime. And maybe it is. Maybe bringing women pleasure is what he lives for.
The proof of my orgasm slides down my leg, and for a second, I think he came in me, but it’s not him. It’s me, all me.
“There you are, dirty girl.” He grins wickedly, his eyes trained on the mess between my legs.
He pumps faster, as if the sight between my legs is too much, and he’s unable to hold back any longer. Thrusting a fist in my hair, he tugs, pounding into me roughly. I can’t suppress the animalistic noises climbing up my throat. My pussy feels raw and used, but a part of me doesn’t want him to stop. He can’t stop.
He suddenly pulls out, and I don’t know why I do it, but I wiggle free of his hold. Dropping to my knees, I grasp his angry-looking cock in my hand and suck him off until he’s spilling down my throat.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he breathes, not taking his eyes off me. His gaze incinerates me, blazing a trail of fire across my skin. It’s like he’s branding me.
He helps me up to my feet, and my legs tremble. My stomach quivers with the force of butterflies at the way he’s staring down at me so intently as if he wants to ravage me whole. Even though he’s just had me.
“Wow,” I breathe out, and he chuckles. A smile spreads across my face, and the next thing I know, his mouth is on mine, taking my lips in a brutal kiss that steals my breath. He practically sucks the air from my lungs.
My eyes widen slightly when I feel Baz’s hardness poke me in my stomach. “Is that …?” I look down, and sure enough, he’s hard again. “How can you possibly be ready to go again? After that, no less?” I ask, completely astonished. He smirks, deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt and stripping off his remaining clothes.
My mouth goes dry, achingly dry when I get a full glimpse of his bronzed skin, abs that rival male models around the world, and that deep V of muscle that has me dying to run my hand or even my tongue across each ridge and peak.
I reach forward, dying to rip his shirt off completely, but he cuts me off, the material still hiding most of his body from me.
“I’m just getting started with you, Mackenzie. Lose the dress. I want to see your body when I’m fucking you this time.”
Oh, sweet mother of all things holy. That mouth.
I strip out of my clothes, and normally, I’d shy away from the way he’s staring at my body. Instead, I embrace it, enjoying the way his eyes trek along my breasts all the way down to the smooth, blank canvas at the apex between my thighs.
This time, when our bodies collide, I wrap my hand around his neck and bring his mouth down to mine. He lets me control the kiss for all of two seconds before he takes over, showing me what he’s capable of doing to me. He turns me around, pushes my body over the end of the couch, and slides inside. My toes scrape against the carpet with each of his thrusts, and my moans bounce off the walls. He grips one of my thighs and angles it to the side, so his thrusts hit me in a deeper, new position. My orgasm rips through me much quicker this time, and I scream. It leaves my throat feeling raw with how loud and uninhibited it is.
That doesn’t stop him, though. He pounds me into the couch, drilling into my pussy with his expert thrusts. My ass is raw from his bruising grip and the slaps along my skin, but I can’t stop pushing back, wanting more of him. With my hair wrapped around his fist, he tugs, arching my body in an uncomfortable position. He yanks on the strands, and then his hand slides between me and the couch to play with my clit. Flicking the hardened nub with the back of his fingernail sends electric bolts straight to my pussy.
I spasm around his thick girth, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop or slow, just keeps going until he comes inside me. When we slide apart, my body jolts in awareness when I realize we didn’t use a condom.
“Oh, God.”
“Shit,” he hisses at the same time I do. We share a look.
He looks torn between wanting to enjoy the afterglow of coming and being angry with himself and me for being so careless.
“I’m on the pill.”
The muscles in his face still don’t loosen. His eyes look calculating as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m lying to him or not. Being the CEO that he is, I’m sure he runs into plenty of women who lie about simple things like this just to try to keep a man like him in their lives, but I’d never do that. Bringing a child into this world isn’t something should be a mutual decision and never one-sided.
Another thought hastily strikes me, and my heart squeezes in a vise. “You don’t have any … any issues, do you?”
His lips thin. A grimace pulls taut across his features as though my question is a slap in the face. “I have a clean bill of health. I get checked frequently.”
I heave out a sigh of relief. “Same here. Well, not that frequently, but then again, I don’t
have sex that often, so yeah …” I trail off, knowing I’m rambling. His expression seems to lighten, the dark aura dissipates, and he chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he remarks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The sentiment is so at odds with everything I’ve seen from Baz so far, and it warms my heart.
“Thank you,” I mumble, snapping my head down to avoid looking at him anymore. I don’t know who this girl is. The one who keeps blushing and ducking away from this man yet is a sexual deviant in his presence, willing to let him do whatever he pleases with me. It’s like the old Mackenzie has recklessly reappeared, and I don’t know how to make her go away.
He softly grips my chin between the pads of his fingers, and we lock eyes, our gazes clashing, blue to hazel, before he leans in and kisses me senseless. It takes me longer than it should to remember how to breathe. It shouldn’t be this hard to pull in deep breaths.
“Wait here,” he orders as he pulls away. Another command. And boy, does it leave a flutter in my belly. His long, well-endowed cock sways between his powerful, muscular thighs as he heads toward the bathroom. He acts as if he owns the suite, but I guess, in a sense, he does.
When he emerges, he has a warm, damp cloth. He uses it to clean between my legs and along my thighs before using it on himself. It’s a struggle to keep the expression on my face neutral. He certainly doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who would ever take such care after fucking me like an animal.
I start to hold my breath, waiting for the awkwardness to settle between us as he dresses. At least I’m in my suite. I’d need to hide under a rock if we were in his room, and I had to do the walk of shame.
“Any plans for the rest of the night?” he asks, and I flinch.
Any plans after you fucked me senseless? No, not really.
I shake my head, too afraid to use my voice at this point. When he’s all nice and put back together, he turns to me with a grin that gives me pause. “Care to accompany me for a swim?”
“Uh, what?”
