by Winters, KB
What the fuck? Is this a game to him?
My panic returned, wondering if this was all some kind of dare or bet. Was I the victim of some social experiment or something? See how far the pathetic girl from the bar will let you get in one night.
Ugh. What am I doing here? I looked around for my dress.
“What are you doing?” Dylan asked as I snatched it from the ground and covered myself with it.
“Leaving. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m not interested.”
He laughed, which only infuriated me more, and stepped closer to me again. He slid one fingertip down between my breast, my stomach and then slowly between my thighs, finding my embarrassingly wet pussy. I almost came undone when he lifted his finger to his mouth and rolled his tongue around it like an ice cream cone. “I think you are…interested.”
Fuck. Shit.
Before I could formulate a reply, he was nibbling at my ear and I lost all track of what I’d been about to tirade against. He pulled away again, but this time, he stripped off his shirt and pants to reveal his naked body.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Dylan Luck was pure perfection. I’d seen his chest and tattoos before, at the beach, but the entire package was that, times a billion on the yummy-scale. Every muscle was chiseled and defined, his skin was tan and seemed to not have an imperfection in sight, and his cock…oh my…it was long and thick and standing at full attention as I watched him.
“Commando? Really?” I said with a smirk as soon as I could breathe again.
He laughed and wrapped me in his arms. “It’s hotter than Hades on this island.”
I couldn’t argue—I couldn’t even speak because his skin was all over me and made it impossible to think—or breathe—or reason.
He pulled me backwards and without warning, plunged over the side, into the pool. I shrieked as I came up for air, my entire body shocked by the cool water. But then, he was there and I clung to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperately aware of his huge cock as I bobbed up and down against him in the water. He pushed us back until I was up against the edge of the pool, his arms cushioning my back from the marble tiles. Once we were stationary, he kissed me again, harder and firmer than before. If before on the pool deck had been the warm-up, it was clear he was ready for the main event.
And despite my previous misgivings…my body told me that I was too.
His tongue tangled with mine and I matched his intensity as he ravaged me. My thighs wrapped tightly around his slim hips and it took every ounce of self control that I possessed to not let myself slip onto him and let him have me right there against the wall of the pool. He seemed to sense my need and started stroking between my thighs as his lips explored and teased my sensitive nipples.
“Ohmygod…” His fingers slid between my lips and stroked against my clit. I’d never been touched like this under water, and the mix of the sensations was driving me out of my mind.
In one fluid move, he pulled us both out of the water and onto the patio that surrounded it. The marble tile felt cool against my back as he slid his fingers in and out of me. My body was beginning to tense and twitch and I knew I was getting close to release. He seemed to read my body like a book and inserted another finger, adding to the pressure, at just the right moment.
I moaned out, only slightly aware of the fact that we were outside, and while no one could see us—that didn’t mean they couldn’t hear us.
He thrust harder and I relaxed, letting all worry leave me as I melted into the pleasure he was giving with each stroke.
“Dylan,” I whispered before biting my lip. He sped up and my last ounce of resistance seeped out as I came. His fingers slowed, but stayed inside of me as my body rolled over each new wave. He left me long enough to grab a condom from his pants pocket and I clawed at him while he kneeled before me, sliding it over himself, before lowering back to me.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, his voice nearly a growl as he hovered over me.
The tip was pressing against my opening and I squirmed under him, trying to urge him into me.
“Tell me, Ellie,” he repeated, pulling away from me.
“I—I want you,” I said, biting my lip again and hoping it was what he wanted.
“You want me to what?” he said, pulling away again. His eyes studied mine and I couldn’t figure out what he was getting at.
“I want you to fuck me, Dylan,” I said—the words felt odd but freeing as they left my lips.
He smiled a wolfish smile and started to enter me. My insides seized up, waiting to be filled, and I clung to him. “Dylan, fuck me,” I repeated, a little louder this time, hoping to spur him on.
He groaned and thrust into me harder. I gasped and my nails dug into his back at the bite of pain, but he pumped slowly at first, letting me stretch to accommodate him, and the pain eased and turned to a deep, consuming pleasure.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed into his shoulder as he pulsed inside of me.
Each move got harder and faster until I was clinging to his back with both arms and riding him with each thrust, and screaming out so loud I was pretty sure the neighbors were going to complain to the front desk. But I didn’t care. I needed him to keep going. He was taking me to an entirely new level. Introducing me to a pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I was desperate for him to keep going and show me how high he could get me.
I moaned and felt my walls tighten, ready for the sweet release. “I’m about to—” I panted.
“Not yet,” he demanded. He thrust hard and I arched back and screamed.
“Dylan!” I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it together. I was rapidly coming unraveled under the pressure building inside of me.
“Now, come for me, Ellie,” he said, pounding into me one last time.
I moaned and let myself go, feeling the upward rush until I swore I saw stars behind my eyes as my body tightened, and then released and slowly started to come down from the peak. Dylan held me as I panted and convulsed under him, my entire body ricocheting with pleasure.
When he laid me back down against the cool tiles, I finally slowed my breathing and dared to open my eyes. I’d just come completely unglued in front of this man who was still a stranger to me, and now that my carnal needs had been satiated, I was met with the host of questions I’d pushed aside.
He smiled down at me for a moment, and then stood up and started to walk away. I rolled over and pushed myself to a sitting position, not sure I trusted my legs to carry me just yet, and watched him go back inside the suite.
Wow. What the fuck had just happened?
I sighed and flopped back down, before I rallied the strength to get up. I threw my dress back on and gathered up my bra and panties. I stepped inside and saw no sign of him. I saw the front door and wondered if I should leave. Was he finished with me? Was I supposed to go back to my room like nothing had happened? What the hell was I going to tell Dixie? She was going to be furious that I abandoned her for dinner.
The idea of leaving now, without so much as a goodnight, put me off and started to make me angry. I stomped towards the bedroom, and on the third try, identified the master suite. As I pushed open the door further and stepped inside, I was met by Dylan—in all his naked glory.
Excellent. Just the rat bastard I wanted to see.
Chapter Six — Dylan
I could tell by the fire in her beautiful blue eyes that she was furious.
“What the fuck was that all about? How long were you planning to leave me out there on the patio?” she demanded.
Normally, when people raised their voices with me, I’d lose control of my temper. But, for some reason, she was able to get away with it. It was almost endearing.
“Ellie, relax. I was just cleaning up.”
“And you couldn’t have taken the two seconds, less actually, to say that before just stalking off?”
I shrugged. I hadn’t meant to rile
her up, but I wasn’t about to apologize.
She rolled her eyes at my indifference. “I’m outta here. Please, just leave me alone. You had your fun.”
“I believe you did as well? Or did I not satisfy you?” I arched an eyebrow at her and tried not to smile when she turned a deep shade of pink.
She was so fucking perfect.
Fucking her hadn’t had the satiating effect I’d been expecting. If anything—I wanted her more. The hourglass on my remaining vacation was running out. I was scheduled to fly back to New York in a few days, and presumably she would be going back to Georgetown, which was not far—but too far for my break-neck schedule. There was no way I’d be able to take off an entire day for a booty call.
Although, as I stared down at her, I knew she wasn’t truly booty call material. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since meeting her. There was something about her…something I hadn’t yet identified, but it was different, and I needed to figure it out.
“You did…I just…I just don’t want any more,” she said, her voice shaking.
I stepped closer to her and let my hand roam her body, starting with her breasts that were covered only by the thin fabric of the dress that she’d obviously throw on in a hurry. I was fairly confident it was on backwards.
“Dylan—I—” she stuttered as I stroked her, and her eyes rolled back slightly as I tugged the tight bud of her nipple.
“Stay with me.” Before she could answer, I scooped her up into my arms and crossed the room to lay her out on the bed. Once she was lying down, I went between her legs and pushed up her dress to expose her perfect, pink pussy.
I lowered my head down, and took her clit between my lips and started stroking her with my tongue, relishing in her deep moans of pleasure.
Normally, I would have gladly ushered her to the door and gone to bed—alone. But the idea of her leaving wasn’t sitting right with me. The whole thing was odd. I usually had some variety of an allergic reaction to pillow talk, spooning, and falling asleep tangled up with someone else.
But this…she…was different.
I looked up her body and watched as she watched me. Her eyes were half shut and clouded with pleasure. It was hard to see every detail in the low light of the room, but I had already memorized their deep blue shade. Along with every other minute detail of her body.
“Dylan,” she breathed, and the sound of my name on her lips only made me want her more. I resisted the urge to bury myself into her. We would get there, but I had something else in mind for the time being. I worked faster, bringing her to a quick climax and holding her steady under her arching and bucking as the orgasm rolled through her body. Only once she had stilled did I release her and slide up her body.
“You have to trust me,” I growled in her ear, before getting up and going to retrieve the silk scarves I had in my suitcase. I’d brought them along, hoping for an opportunity just like this to use them.
Ellie watched me from across the room, and she wiggled to sit up against the headboard and I knew she was struggling to process my request.
She bit her lip and chewed nervously as she watched me looping the scarves in my hands, threading them back and forth in a well-practiced knot.
Her hair was all messed up as it fell in waves around her face. She looked so fucking sweet and innocent, like she’d never been fucked before—even though I’d just got done pounding her only minutes before. I needed her again. My cock needed her.
I smiled as I saw her take note and suck in a sharp breath as she watched me round the bed and get nearer and nearer, still working the scarves between my hands.
“Come on, Ellie, say it,” I prodded, lowering onto my knees next to her. I dropped the scarves into her lap, teasing her skin with the smooth fabric. “Say you want me.”
“I do, but…” She hesitated, fingering the edges of the scarves. Her face looked pensive and I waited, silently pleading she wouldn’t say no and back out now.
“Trust me,” I repeated.
She licked her lips and I felt my cock twitch. I needed her. Now.
Finally, she bobbed her head in a short nod. “Okay. What do I have to do?”
“Give me your hands,” I said.
I took my time, ignoring the throbbing impatience of my cock, and had gone through it all with her carefully. I’d shown her the type of knot I would use, explained and then demonstrated how she could break free. I assured her that if she even started to say no, that I would stop. By the time I tied her first hand, she’d warmed to the idea and as I slid a finger between her folds, I’d smiled when I found how incredibly wet she was already. I walked around the other side of the bed and tied her other wrist to the bedpost. I swore I heard her breathing accelerate.
This was going to be fucking incredible.
I’d just tied her ankle to the bed when a pounding sound ricocheted down the hall. Ellie jerked up, tugging on her restraints, her eyes wide with panic, locked on mine. A sick wave of disappointment surged through me as I recognized the moment I’d lost her trust.
Fuck.
The pounding grew louder and Ellie starting frantically pulling at the scarves that secured her wrists to the bed. I leaned across the bed to help her get free, racking my brain for something to say.
“Open up in there! This is the police!”
What The Luck
Book 2
By
KB Winters
Copyright © 2015 KB Winters
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Chapter One — Dylan
“Dylan, what the fuck is going on? Is this some kind of sick joke?” Ellie’s eyes flashed at me, a mix between betrayal and rage clouding her perfect baby blues.
My heart raced as it struggled to make the transition from intense arousal to panic. I didn’t answer Ellie, and instead threw all my concentration into untying her wrists that were fastened to the bed posts with silk scarves.
A female voice shouted from the other side of the door. “Hurry up! It’s the police out here!”
Fuck! When did female cops start to sound so demanding?
“One minute,” I shouted, hoping they’d heard me and didn’t bust down the door. I didn’t know why there were police officers outside my hotel room door—but I didn’t need them intruding and finding Ellie naked, tied to my bed. My secrets were mine. I didn’t need anyone—much less the fucking resort police—having a field day with my sexual needs. I released her other wrist and stuffed the scarves away in the dresser.
Ellie rubbed her wrists for a moment and a twinge of guilt jolted through me. In her panic, she’d pulled pretty hard at the restraints and even though the fabric was silky smooth, it had left light marks on her skin.
“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what’s going on, I’ll take care of this and be right back.” I said. She stared at me for another beat, and honestly looked close to tears. “It’ll be all right.”
As soon as I fastened my own pants, I left the bedroom and slammed the door behind me before marching to the front door of the suite to greet the impatient officers. I flung open the front door to find two very intoxicated girls that I briefly recognized. We had partied together at the bar one night and gone for a late night swim. After that, I didn’t remember everything that had happened, courtesy of the hotel’s finest tequila, but they sure seemed to remember, and apparently had come back for more.
Oh, fuck. One of the girls was tall and thin, with bright red hair that was probably not a gift from her mother but rather a very talented colorist. The other had more of a beach bunny vibe, curvy, tan, and blonde. Also, thanks to a professional, I was sure. They were leaning on each other and one of them, the blonde, had a pair of silver handcuffs dangling suggestively from her fingertips. Fuck. Now was not the time.
“Dylan! Wanna get lucky? Get it? Luck’? Lucky?” The redhead burst into giggles as soon as she saw me. Her face almost looked surprised—as if she hadn’t been beating down my door two seconds earlier
.
“What the—what the fuck are you girls doing here?” I growled, before casting a quick glance back to see if Ellie had followed after me.
“You’ve been a verrrrry boy, bad,” the blonde slurred, holding the cuffs up higher. “We’re the police! We’ve came to lock you up, lucky boy!”
I clenched my jaw. What a friggin’ shit show. I started to shut the door again and red moved in closer to me. I steeled myself and in my best commanding get-the-fuck-out voice said, “Leave, now.”
“Oooh, you’re so demanding.” Another giggle.
Beach bunny pouted. “You don’t want to play with us anymore?” God, no, not now!
“Oh, wow.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I whipped around at the sound of Ellie’s voice.
“Hey! Who’s this bitch?” one of the girls demanded.
“Ladies, you have two seconds to get the fuck away from my door before I call security,” I said, hoping Ellie would realize I didn’t want anything to do with the bimbos—not now that I had her..
“No need, Dylan. This bitch was just on her way out. So, please, feel free to play all you want with your friends here,” Ellie said. Her eyes had darkened to a deep, tumultuous blue as she strode down the hall towards the door. She pushed past me without batting an eye and I grabbed her arm. “Let me go!”
I held my grip for a moment, but she refused to look at me. I released her arm, I had to. She wasn’t mine as bad as I wanted her to stay. She left the suite and stormed down the hallway.
“We don’t need her, anyways,” the redhead girl purred as she grabbed a hold of the waist of my jeans and tried to pull me close. I tensed all of my muscles and refused to budge.
“Get off of me,” I said, untangling her hands from me. Rage started to boil up inside of me. I had to get to Ellie.
“Seriously, leave!” I said to them through gritted teeth, before pulling the door shut behind me as I ran after Ellie.
I caught up with her in a few seconds, just as she was rounding a corner. She looked a little disoriented and her pace had slowed. As soon as she heard me coming, thundering down the hall, she glanced back and quickly picked a direction.
