by Maya Hughes
We needed to get to wherever the hell we were going, like now. Breaking apart, I tried to stop my trembling. He stared into my eyes, and his fingers skimmed along my nape. He toyed with the hair there, his insistent touch making me melt a little bit more. The strong touch of his fingers was a cross between a massage and a promise of what he had in store for me.
“You taste so good. Good enough to eat.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, savoring my taste. His lips turned up into a smile that should have been outlawed in all fifty states.
“You taste pretty good yourself.” I wouldn’t have been surprised if steam rose off our bodies as we stood outside, trying to keep up pretenses about where this was heading.
“I’ve got a hotel room.” He lifted a key card for a hotel out of his back pocket.
I stared back at him with my eyes wide. “That confident, huh?”
Somehow it made it better. We hadn’t talked much about him. I’d been too busy word vomiting all over him all night, so he hadn’t said a lot about his past. From the whispers and craned necks from the other people in the bar, I knew his group were hockey players. NHL players. They all looked so young, I had no idea they started playing that early.
But if he had a hotel and was from out of town, all the better. If I made a complete and total fool of myself, this wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass.
“Having second thoughts?” He shoved his hand back into his pocket with worry in his eyes.
5
Heath
“No, I want to go. I really do. It’s just…this isn’t my usual MO.”
“What? Going home with a relentless and incredibly handsome man for a night of hot, wild fucking you won’t soon forget?” Was I trying to blow this?
She barked out a laugh as my fingers traveled higher up her thigh, cupping her ass, and tugging her harder against me.
“If only you were wearing a skirt.” I bit my bottom lip. I could feel her heat through her jeans against my leg. Trapped in a jean-clad prison so close yet so far from the prize I’d been waiting for all night.
“Yeah, that, exactly.” Her chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. A big swallow like she couldn’t believe what she’d gotten herself into. “Usually I end up with relentless, exceedingly handsome men, but I guess you’ll do.” Her thighs tightened around my leg.
“What the hell are we doing out here in the cold when you have a perfectly good hotel room waiting for us?” She dug her hand into my pocket and retrieved the key card.
Lifting my hand, I let the soft, gentle waves of her hair glide through my touch. Sliding it to the back of her neck, I pulled her forward, smelling her sweet cinnamon smell and recapturing her lips. “You’re absolutely right.”
We raced across the damp, slick street. Every brush of her hand on me was pure torture. The hotel staff pointed us toward the elevator, and we fell into it. Her teeth grazed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. It may or may not have been in retribution for the mark I’d left on her neck from nipping her and sucking on the spot to make it all feel better.
Keeping my hands to myself for the most part, I only ran my fingers along her back as she arched it, pushing her breasts out. She had more than a handful hidden under her sweater, and I’d never been happier to open a present in my life. My mouth watered at the thought of getting my hands, mouth, and teeth on her breasts. Teasing those nipples until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Fumbling with the key, I opened the door and tugged her inside, closing it behind her. There was a split second where we stood staring at one another, and then, like our clothes were on fire, we stripped them off.
There was no slow, sensual striptease. This was a basic, driving yearning to get naked and pressed against each other as quickly as possible. Her gaze was riveted to me as I whipped my shirt overhead and flung it somewhere behind me. I was proud of my body. I’d worked hard to be in peak physical condition, and I’d use that prowess to turn her into a trembling mess as we both got exactly what we wanted. She licked her lips, kicking off her boots, and I was on her, our bodies banging into the wall as we rushed to get the treat at the end of our lust-fueled rainbow.
Shoving her jeans down over her ass, I palmed her soft, supple cheeks. Lifting her, I tugged her jeans down her legs. Like we were completely in tune, she wrapped them around my waist as I pushed her bare back against the door. With my jeans open, her hot, wet heat was inches away from my cock, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. She nipped at my chin and wrapped her arms around me while making these needy little noises that sent a zing straight to my balls.
I wanted her delirious, and I needed to get my mouth on her nipples. Holding her up with my body and my arms, I ducked my head and wrapped my lips around her dark, tight peak. Using my teeth and my tongue, I licked and sucked and nipped on her as her fingers delved into my hair, nails scraping along my scalp. She arched her back, giving me even better access.
“Fuck!” She moaned as I used my hips to keep her pinned to the wall, and it gave me a chance to use both hands and my mouth on her. The gentle rock of her hips was torture on my dick. Like a taste of a treat before it was taken away, her pussy was molten, spreading her sweet wetness all over me. The smell of her made me even harder, and I needed to get my mouth on her.
I was torn between feasting on her breasts—squeezing and massaging those overflowing mounds that seemed to get her going—and dropping down to my knees and worshipping at her molten center. The head of my dick rubbed against the entrance to her pussy. I bit out a groan and rocked against her harder. Her slick pussy coated my shaft. The temptation was too strong like this. I was a second from sinking into her without a condom, ready to feel that tight, velvety bliss wrapped around my cock.
Looping my arms around her back, I walked us to the couch, keeping her tight against me and increasing my torture. Her lips traced my jaw and down my neck. My pulse jumped under her tongue as she ran it along the pounding vein in my neck.
“You taste really good, and you smell even better.” Her breath danced skimmed the wet swath she’d made on my skin.
My fingers sank into her ass as I got down on my knees and slid her to the edge of the couch. Not letting her get her bearings, I lifted her legs and gave her a crooked smile.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
She tried to push up on her elbows when I lifted her legs over my shoulders, keeping my eyes on her as I ran my tongue along the seam of her pussy. Her eyes fluttered shut like the pleasure was too strong to even keep them open.
Sinking down onto my haunches, I pulled her even closer to me. Her taste was addictive, and I’d only had a small sample. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open as I sucked her clit into my mouth, savoring her sweet flavor.
Pressing two fingers inside, I groaned as her pussy clamped down on me with a silky-smooth tightness. Her fingers dug into the couch, and she made a small noise in the back of her throat. I gritted my teeth as my dick strained for attention.
I wrapped my fingers around her supple thigh to keep her where I wanted her as I pressed my thumb against her clit, giving her the pleasure she needed.
Her thighs clamped around my head, and I knew I’d hit the right spot. She cried out and shook as her orgasm ripped through her. I grinned at the sharp tug on my hair. I couldn’t take it anymore and let go of her leg. She slumped back into the couch ready to be good and stay put so I could wring even more out of her.
Reaching down, I stroked my straining, throbbing dick, running my hands over the tip, smearing the pre-cum around. I shuddered. Sweet, sweet Kara. I needed more, but I was holding on, drawing this out even longer.
She screamed as I painted her pussy with my tongue, and all the muscles in her body went tight before she collapsed back onto the couch. Her body shuddered, tremors racking her body. I let her legs down, running my hands along her thighs. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted as she tried to form words. The glow from the streetlights outside streaked in through the bl
inds and painted her in light and shadow.
“You’re…” She licked her dry lips. “You’re really good at that.” Her chest rose, pushing those beautiful breasts higher. She opened her eyes with an eyebrow lifted playfully.
“There will be a comment card at the end of the evening for a full review of your evening at Chez Heath.”
“I can already tell you right now. It’s a five-star experience.” She shot me a lazy smile and licked her lips again. “Give me, like, five minutes, and I’ll return the favor.”
I shook my head and reached into my back pocket, sliding my wallet out and grabbing a condom. “There’s only one place I want inside, and it’s sure as hell not your mouth. At least, not this time.” I rolled the condom on and climbed onto the couch beside her, lifting her and settling her on my lap facing me with my cock nestled between the soft curls covering her pussy. Her hot center was so close as my condom-covered dick glided through her wetness.
I laid my lips on her collarbone, and she wrapped her fingers around my hair, holding my head to her body and trying to move her hips to get me inside. I chuckled against her skin, nipping her.
She tugged my head away and looped her arms around my neck, bringing our mouths an inch apart. “What makes you think there’ll be a next time?”
“Do you still need convincing?” I sank my fingers into her soft skin, squeezing her ass and massaging her body. My hands itched in anticipation of getting her ready for the second phase of our night together. She tasted sweeter than any woman I’d ever tasted before. The feel of her wrapped around me would be unparalleled.
“I think I might.”
If she needed convincing, then I was ready, willing and able to give her every bit I had to give. From the second she’d walked into the bar, talking to her had been the only thing I’d focused on. After talking came touching. It still wasn’t enough, and tasting had only managed to ratchet up the thumping, pounding desire. Lifting her, I looked down between us, mesmerized by the sight of me poised at her entrance. If she needed convincing, I was prepared to convince her all night long.
6
Kara
He tilted his head to the side and dragged me to him with his hand along the back of my neck, toying with my hair while he feasted on another part of me. I could taste myself on his lips, mixed with him, and it was addictive. My head was still swimming from the way he’d dragged every moan and scream out of me.
I’d had my fair share of guys go down on me, but none had ever been as enthusiastic or committed as Heath. There was no sense that he was half-assing it. If he were half-assing it, then I’d probably die next time he did it because my lips were still half numb from how hard I’d bit them when I came. There were those words again. Next time. Explosive wasn’t even the word. And now I was getting even more.
Shifting my hips, I lifted and slowly lowered myself down onto him. We both shuddered and groaned as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He stretched me to my limit, and I gasped and moaned when he was fully inside me, my ass settled on his lap.
“Okay, you’re right, there will definitely be a next time.” My words came out all choppy as I sputtered, trying to form a coherent thought. He wrapped his hands around me, keeping me tight against his chest. His muscled arms and legs were a powerful combination. And he used them masterfully.
He lifted his hips, thrusting into me. I held on, doing my best to give him as much pleasure as he gave me. Dropping my hips down, I let the building pleasure roll through me. My toes curled as he changed his angle and dragged his head against the front wall of my pussy, nearly sending me into a pleasure spiral so good it hurt. We were both racing toward the brass ring of an explosive orgasm ready to shoot me into the stratosphere. And I was ready.
“What do you need, Kara?” He nipped my earlobe, and I bucked against him.
My fingers dug into his shoulders and I rocked my hips. There was one thing missing. We were still so new and frantic together. I knew with the angle and the position he couldn’t give me that last little bit, and I had no issues doing what I needed to get myself there. The back of my hand brushed against his stomach as my fingers dipped down between us. He watched as I rubbed my fingers when they found my clit.
His eyes were on me, drinking down my moans. One tap was all it took. Blinding lights and toe-curling bliss raced through my body so quickly I thought I’d pulled a muscle.
“I love a woman who knows what she needs,” he growled against my neck. His arms tightened even more as my head swam, lightheaded from the intensity. Our bodies were locked together as his cock pulsed inside me, spilling into the condom. I had no doubt he’d committed my movements to memory for next time.
We sat in our frozen embrace, panting against each other’s necks until I had a cramp in my calf and had to get off. Lifting myself, I groaned as he fell free from me, the evidence of my pleasure coating him. My cheeks heated, and I tucked some of the stray hairs plastered to the side of my face behind my ear.
He stood and stalked toward me with a sly smile.
“Perfect. Let’s go to bed.”
While the feeling had only recently returned to my legs, I didn’t really feel like sleeping. The corners of my mouth turned down.
“I didn’t say go to sleep.” He chuckled and tapped his finger to my nose. “I thought it would be a lot easier to do what I had in mind with a bed versus trying to do it on the coffee table. But if you prefer the table, I can always change things up.”
“A bed sounds great.” I rubbed my aching calf.
“Awesome.” He took my hand in his and led me from the living room area. I had the perfect view of his ass as we made our way across the crazy-huge room. It was muscled and toned, leading down to his powerful thighs. He was built like an athlete, and I was grateful for every training session he’d been through.
“You checking me out?” He glanced over his shoulder as he stepped through the doorway to the bedroom, and my cheeks heated, but I held his gaze.
“I mean, you do have a rocking body. I can’t even lie about that.”
He threw his head back and laughed, tugging me up against him.
“I love your compliments. Do you happen to have any more for me?” He sat on the bed, leaning back on his arms, letting me drink him in.
I stepped forward between his spread legs.
“As a matter of fact, I do. I really like the shaggy blond surfer-dude vibe you’ve got going. It’s pretty hot.” I trailed my finger down his chest. A hard, muscled chest without being too much. Not a big, bulky guy, but still the strong kind who could pin me to the wall and fuck me into next week.
“Go on.” He grinned.
“And you’ve got that awesome cock cleavage thing going on.”
He made a sputtering laugh and sat up straighter. “The what?” He glanced down at himself. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him back until he propped himself up on his elbows again. I sank down on my knees in front of him. The laughter drained out of his eyes as I ran my fingers along his abs, replaced by a fire that made my stomach do little flips.
I skimmed my fingers lower, tracing that awesome outline from his hips leading straight to the part of him that seemed very interested in my new exploration.
“This is what I call cock cleavage. Except way more obscene than regular cleavage. That leads to these.” I used one arm to brace my breasts like a shelf, and the flare of his desire burned even brighter. Biting back a smirk, I let my fingers dance lower along his skin. “Whereas cock cleavage heads to something a bit more tempting.” Dropping my eyes to the thick mushroom head in front of me, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and Heath sucked in a sharp breath. I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“How tempted are you?” His words come out in a whisper as I slowly worked my hand up and down, letting my thumb graze the head with each stroke.
“I’m pretty tempted.” I brought my mouth less than an inch from his head.
“Is there anything I could do
to tempt you even more?” His thigh muscles tightened, and he shifted his hips.
“You could say please.”
“Fuck, please.” The words were barely out of his mouth when I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Working my way down as far as I could, I used my hands to make up the difference as I worked them together. Heath gathered my hair in his hands and piled it on top of my head. His fingers wrapped around the ponytail he created as he helped me find the rhythm he needed.
Running my tongue around his head, I basked in the power from his groans and grunts, which sent a heady thrill through my body. I’d made him as needy as he made me. Unable to help myself, I reached down and rubbed my clit, humming with pleasure while giving it to him.
“Christ, Kara. Are you touching yourself while you blow me?” His words came out strained and choppy. I nodded and kept going, his cock sliding into and out of my mouth. “That’s so fucking hot!” He shifted, trying to get a better look, and I struggled to keep from laughing. Never had that problem before. He was like an energetic puppy that was all man, had an impressive weapon and could give me an orgasm in two minutes flat. I let my teeth graze him, and he nearly jumped off the bed.
“I think you’re trying to kill me.” He lifted me and flipped me around, bending me over the edge of the mattress. My hair fell over my face, and I brushed it aside, glancing over my shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m the only one.” I smirked and he winked back.
Like a magician, he had a condom on before I could even make a joke and slid back into me. And then there was no joking. There was only the blunt head of his manhood powering its way into me like we hadn’t already had sex a little while ago.
