by Marie Harte
“Mmm. Love that noise, babe. Do it again.” This time he nuzzled the area with his whole face, scraping my sensitized flesh with the stubble covering his cheeks and chin.
“Oohh, oohh.” I writhed for more.
He lifted his head and shifted his hands, curling his fingers under the edge of my panties and peeling them down. “Gotta get these out of the way. Need to see it all.”
I shuddered as he shifted me around and pulled my underwear off with little effort.
“Damn as much as I want all of this shit off you, I think I’m going to have to wait until next round.”
Before my stomach finished tumbling from his words, his mouth met my clit and began a slow, steady sucking motion that made me nearly jump from the seat.
Without stopping, he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the arms of the chair. By this time his tongue had joined the party and my hips were rotating in encouragement, seeking more friction. I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned there was no shame in loving something this good and wanting more of it.
His damned tongue was so talented it was all I could think of. Getting more. Lots more. I moaned, he grunted, tightening his grip on my hands. This was so much better than the mac daddy vibrator I ordered online.
As if his mouth and tongue weren’t enough, he grazed my clit with his teeth until my moan turned to more of a wail. Pressure built low in my belly, gathering force as he thrust first one finger and then another inside me. I think my toes curled as I rushed toward the edge of the proverbial cliff. It was so close I think I sobbed.
This was it. I was tipping over.
He pulled his mouth away. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Drench my fingers.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. My muscles locked down and I shot from the chair until his grip on my hands stopped me. His fingers and mouth were relentless through the whole thing, driving me higher than I thought possible.
When I finally came down enough to open my eyes, he was hovering over me, watching.
“That was the most God damned beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen. Made my dick so fucking hard.”
I grinned and blushed at the same time. Feeling pretty brave and really wanting him inside me, I leaned forward and nipped his lip. “We gonna do it now or what?”
“Hell yeah.” He stood long enough to rip open his pants and reach into his wallet for a condom.
I vaguely noticed him tearing the package with his teeth when I got my first glimpse of his cock. It was a thing of beauty. Long, thick and so hard it was dark red. He was a lot bigger than my toy and my muscles clenched at the mere thought of him stretching me wide with that thing.
I reached down to touch him and he jumped out of my reach.
“No way, Princess. Not this time.” He rolled the thin latex over his length and then leaned forward and lifted me from the chair.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Thought we already cover that, babe. Getting ready to fuck you. Now wrap your legs around my waist and hold onto my shoulders.”
A moment after I got into place he was lifting my ass and sliding me down his thick shaft. We both groaned.
“Damn, baby. I knew you’d be tight, but shit. You’re gonna make me blow.”
I knew how he felt. I’d never been so full and it was amazing and exciting as hell. “I know. I’m going to come too.”
He turned and backed me against a wall, thus gaining leverage for each new thrust, stretching me wide and abrading all of my sensitive zones at once. I squirmed with nowhere to go. I was restless and desperate and unsure of the tremors running through me. The coming orgasm felt too big. Too out of control.
“Houston, please.” I had no idea what I was even begging for. I just needed and it frightened me.
“I know, Princess. It’s good. Really good.” His voice sounded as strained as the muscles coiling in my belly. He cut off any more protests by covering my mouth with his. That kiss blistered me almost as much as his big cock. Almost. Either way, he was moving faster his tongue mimicking his lower half. I started to come as every muscle in my body locked down tight to the point of pain that exploded into pleasure, while he got serious and pounded into me hard.
My legs were shaking and my mind was fracturing into a million pieces.
Houston wrenched free from the kiss and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. You’re pulling me under.” He thrust deep several more times and froze, pulsing inside me. I didn’t realize with a man his size I would feel every little thing, but I did. Every jerk of his cock caused an equal reaction inside me as my muscles tightened, extending the orgasm in ways I never knew possible.
Holy shit.
I held on tight afraid to let go. Any girl in her right mind never wanted something this good to end. This was the kind of sex I imagined stories were made of. And it beat the hell out of everything that came before it. If this was what fucking was supposed to be, sign me up for the rest of my life.
His hips retreated slow, creating another shockwave of friction that made me whimper. “That was so fucking hot. Come to my room so we can get naked and do it again.”
I had no idea how I could do that again anytime soon, but I was willing to give it my best.
“Okay,” I said.
He responded with another gentle thrust that set my muscles to fluttering again. He lifted me off him and I gasped at the sudden loss. “Can you walk?”
“I think so.” My legs were shaking as he set me down and to my surprise he pulled me into his arms and pressed my face against his chest.
“Seriously. Fucking amazing.” I thought so too but was afraid I’d choke up if I tried to say too much.
“Thank you,” I said, pulling gently from his arms. I pushed my dress down and looked around for my one missing shoe. I found it half way between the wall and the lounge chair and I put it back on as he pulled his clothes back together.
I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing anymore. This was so far out of my comfort zone I couldn’t process it. But the thought of never seeing a beautiful specimen like him felt criminal. It would be well worth stepping beyond my normal boundaries to spend more time with him. Wasn’t this part of seeing the world I had talked about?
I smothered a giggle at the absurdity of my thoughts.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
I sobered instantly. “Nothing and everything.” I looked down at my crumpled wedding gown. “I really need to get out of this dress.”
“I’ve got a plan for that.” He held out his hand.
I placed my palm in his and let him lead me back to the elevator. Whatever my badass had in mind for me I knew it would be better than what this night was supposed to be.
Chapter Five
Houston
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ALL THE WAY back to his room he couldn’t stop staring at her soiled wedding dress. The irony of that wasn’t lost on him, nor was the twinge of guilt. If she belonged to someone else he might go out of his mind. He didn’t poach from other guys, but one taste of her and he sure as shit knew it wasn’t enough. Whoever she’d run from couldn’t have her back. Whoever had been dumb enough to let her get away could go fuck himself.
His dick twitched.
He had no idea where this sudden bout of possessiveness was coming from, but he aimed to fuck it out if that’s what it took. With no current job prospects and only his savings and a meager disability check to live on, he was hardly in the position for a relationship.
She’d probably come to her senses and want to go back eventually anyway. So he’d get what he could while he had the chance.
Right now their fingers were intertwined and her head rested against his arm. Yet, it didn’t seem awkward not to talk. He imagined she needed to process what just happened as much as he did. Although his brain was mostly focused on getting her naked and doing it again.
She had a sweet little pussy, but he wanted to see the whole package. He wanted to feel her naked bod
y sliding against his. Maybe watch her drop to her knees and take him into her lush mouth.
Fuck.
These thoughts were making him hard again. Not that he needed any help in that department with her around. From the moment he’d seen her looking so sad and lonely out on the pier, she affected him.
She wasn’t classically beautiful but with long dark hair and a curvy figure she worked with what she had and he really liked that. Her dark eyes were shockingly expressive. So much so that he got the impression that with her what you see is literally what you get.
Actually, the more he thought about it the more he couldn’t point to any one thing that made her stand out. It was the whole package. Strong features she embraced, emotions she couldn’t quite keep in check at all times and the general gut reaction he got when around her.
After a quick elevator ride and a short walk down a corridor, he used his key to let them in his room. When he closed the door behind them he caught sight of a quick shiver down her spine.
“You okay?” The room wasn’t fancy, but it wasn’t a dump either. It looked clean and modern with a fair amount of amenities for a hotel this size. Such as the rooftop pool. His body tightened. Thank God for the rooftop.
She turned and smiled at him. “I’m good.”
“What’s the status of that dress? You planning to save it.”
She looked down at the yards of fabric that hid her from him. “God no. Thinking a nice ritual burning would be good.”
“Perfect.” He bent down and pulled a knife from his boot and flicked it open.
“Whoa.” She took several steps back with her hands held out in front of her, her eyes gone wide.
“Relax, Princess. It’s for the dress.”
“I could just unzip it.”
He smiled down at her. “Now what fun would that be?”
Houston grabbed her arm and flipped her around. “Hold still.” That was the only warning she got before he took his razor sharp knife and sliced her dress down the back. The gown fell away and the sight he was left with left him speechless.
She had warned him that she had a bustier underneath but he hadn’t been able to picture it until now. Peek a boo, his ass. That top was completely see through. He attempted to pull himself together and put his tongue back in his mouth. A little hard with the image of her tiny waist highlighted by white lace and half of a perfectly generous ass staring him in the face.
“Turn around.”
She moved slowly. Not in a seductive ‘I’m a stripper looking for a big tip’ way, but a shy unsure way. So damned cute.
“Jesus.” When she finally faced him he wanted to drop to his knees and thank fuck he found her on that pier.
“What’s wrong?” She wrapped her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed her dress from the floor and used it to hide from him.
“What the hell, Princess?”
“I’m sorry if you’re disappointed. Maybe if you have a T-shirt I can borrow I can cover up until I can get some new clothes.”
He didn’t understand what the she was saying. “Why the hell would I want to cover that up?” He waved his knife up and down to point out her body when he realized it looked more like he was waving a weapon at her than a tool.
“You aren’t the first person who was disappointed in how I look.”
His jaw hardened the minute the words were out of her mouth. “I think you’ve mistaken my reaction, babe. What I saw was so fucking hot I needed a moment to recover.”
This time her mouth dropped open.
He dropped the knife onto the nightstand and stalked closer to her. “Look at my dick.” He grabbed his shit through his jeans. “You think I get this hard if I don’t like what I see?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted until their gazes met. “I just had you and already I’m dying for you again. That don’t happen with just anyone. You are hot and anyone who disagrees with me is a stupid idiot.”
This close he watched her eyes dilate as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’m already thinking of at least fifty ways I’d like to fuck you. The desk, the shower, the bed, your ass, between your tits… The list goes on. Any of that sound good to you or do you still want to borrow a shirt?”
She shook her head.
“That’s better. Now that we got that settled you gotta make yourself at home for a few minutes. I gotta go out.”
“Go out?”
His voice softened. “Yeah, babe. If we’re going to get started on those fifty different ways to fuck, I’m going to need some condoms. I only had the one in my wallet.”
“Ohhh.” Her mouth formed a perfect little O and it took a tremendous amount of restraint on his part not to push his dick through it.
Houston backed away before he did something she couldn’t handle. Along with the possessiveness she awakened, he was beginning to feel like an animal that wanted to stake a claim.
A run for condoms was the perfect excuse for him to restore his clarity and control.
“Make yourself at home. The shower’s in there.” He pointed to the door on the other side of the bed. “And a room service menu is by the phone. Why don’t you order us something up? I think we’re going to need it.”
“Okay.”
“I’m taking this with me.” He grabbed the ruined wedding dress from her hands and crumpled it into as small a ball as he could. With a sense of triumph over the stunned look on her face, he turned and left the room before he lost all sense and insisted on riding her bareback.
Jesus fuck he was losing it.
Chapter Six
Isabella
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AFTER HOUSTON LEFT, I sat down heavily on the bed and cradled my head. At this point I wasn’t sure which one of us was crazy. Maybe both.
I only hoped a shower would give me a sense of clarity and some freedom from my old life. My stomach rumbled. Okay, first I’ll order some food and then get cleaned up. Hopefully by the time he returned from his condom run, dinner would be here and I could take a few minutes to ask him more than his first name before I tripped and fell on his cock again.
I was still smiling ten minutes later with the hot water sluicing over me. Letting Houston get rid of my dress had been the perfect metaphor for change, as did the lingerie sitting at the bottom of his trash can. Out with the old and in with the new.
I didn’t know what my future held, but I deserved to enjoy this brief time with my badass. Tomorrow I could start sorting out what came next.
The longer I stood there scrubbing my body, I began to realize what thoughts of Houston did to my libido. My nipples were puckered tight and the slickness between my thighs had little to do with the water coming from the faucet.
I imagined my hot badass reaching between my legs and rubbing a finger across my clit. It would be so easy to…
My fingers first grazed my nipples, sending a hard shudder down my spine. I moaned into the spray of water. Maybe just a little more. I shouldn’t need this after how hard he made me come. But I can’t stop thinking about more.
I slid my hand down my stomach, thinking about the aching spot that wanted my attention.
“Don’t you dare.”
My eyes flew open at the gruff command. My badass stood outside the glass shower watching me. His hands were already reaching for the hem of his shirt. With wide eyes and plenty of curiosity I watched him undress until he stood in front of me with nothing on but a pair of dog tags hanging around his neck.
So my badass was in the military. Interesting. Although that didn’t interest me nearly as much as the rest of him.
Holy shit.
He’s so gorgeous I forgot all about touching myself. Instead I wanted to rake my hands down his chest and touch—
Holy shit again.
I knew it was big, I’d seen a glimpse of it on the rooftop. And I’d felt every glorious inch pumping inside me. Somehow that di
d not compare with the whole package that stood before my eyes. Acres of beautiful skin covered in a variety of tattoos and scars that I longed to examine. But it was his cock that captured my attention. Long, hard and thick with a glistening drop of cum on the end.
“Seriously?” I said, unable to take my eyes off of it. Whatever was going on in my body before was nothing compared to the blood roaring, clit aching sensations that rushed through me now. My knees even went a little weak.
He stepped into the shower and forced me back against the wall to give him room. “I am not entirely sure what you are referring to, Princess, but I can’t believe I found you touching yourself.”
“I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about us out on the roof.” I tentatively reached for his chest, aching to touch him. My eyes slid closed when my fingers connected to the heat of his skin as a fresh wave of desire flooded through me.
“You and me both. I’m sure the clerk at the store is wondering why I bought so many condoms.”
“Wha—” I literally choked on my response, unable to finish because his hand cupped my left breast.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about getting back to you. To return and find you in the shower like this is fucking divine.”
I didn’t get to respond because he covered my mouth with his. That extra touch sparked a fever between us as our tongues curled around each other in a brain-melting kiss that left me moaning when he moved his lips to my jaw and neck.
“No more dress to keep us apart,” he whispered across my skin.
My stomach fluttered with each urgent press of his mouth until I gave up on trying to come up with a response. My head fell back on the shower wall and I nearly came the moment his lips wrapped around my nipple. His assault moved from one breast to the other as my mind spiraled out of control. The alternation of strokes and little sucks sent jolts of electricity between my legs. I was beginning to ache because I needed to be filled.
“Please, Houston. Please…”
“Mmm.” He grazed a nipple with his teeth. “Say my name again.”
