“I don’t like hair there,” I explain softly, smiling inwardly at his reaction. I can tell he likes a bare pussy, too. He looks down again, this time his hand touching behind my knee to lift my leg. He places it on his shoulder and leans forward, inhaling my scent again.
“I have never smelled anything so sweet.” His finger runs along the line on my lips, and I moan, desperate to thrust my hips forward.
“Please,” I beg, my brow furrowed with anticipation and desperate need.
“Patience, Lizzy,” he murmurs, his breath hotter and closer to me. “Don’t worry, I’m going to kiss you soon, and I’m going to do a thorough job of it. Because a pussy this beautiful deserves the tongue lashing I have planned.”
“Fuck,” I gasp, feeling a finger slip into my slick heat. I push forward, grinding down onto his hand.
“You’re almost ready for me, Lizzy,” he chuckles before plunging his tongue between my lips, immediately finding the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I shriek, the sensation of it all out of this world, but he’s barely getting started.
Shifting closer, he withdraws his finger to lift me higher against the wall, bringing my remaining leg to rest over his other shoulder. With his head now firmly buried between my legs, he is the only support I have to remain upright against the wall. With a chuckle, he returns his finger to sheath it inside of me, but this time he adds a second.
“Fuck.”
His tongue sucks my clit into his mouth, and he nibbles with his teeth, creating a torrential wave of pleasures from it. I don’t know if I should scream or grind down into his face; the intensity of it is so strong.
Releasing it with a pop, he flattens his tongue and runs it from the bottom to the top, curling it around my clit again and repeating his assault. It’s pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Never have I known a man to kiss a woman this way. A first kiss. The best kind of kiss.
His fingers begin to finally move inside of me, and I throw my head back against the wall, emitting a guttural moan of need. Matching the pace of his finger, his tongue moves in rhythm, building the heat inside of me.
“Fuck, yes, please don’t stop,” I beg, needing this more than I need air in my lungs. My body tenses as the sensation becomes too much. I’m seconds away from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
He does the impossible and picks up speed, biting down onto my clit, sending me over the edge and down the rabbit hole. My orgasm rips through me, sending me into a screaming fit of release, unable to control myself or my reaction.
Forgetting myself, I press my pussy into his face, desperate to ride out every last wave on his tongue while his fingers fuck me.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him to me. “Lick my pussy.”
A second wave hits me without warning, as intense as the first, and I bang my head against the door, grunting with each flick and thrust. My body dangles along the thin line of pleasure and pain.
Everything around me fades into blackness, each wave more intense than the previous one.
“Please,” I gasp, not sure if I’m asking him for more or to stop. My brain is too muddled by all the sensations.
6
Will
She tastes like the sweetest fucking cream I’ve ever known. Like heaven and magic, dripping from a well of youth and beauty. It’s like a drug, one I can’t get enough of.
And the way she releases it down my fingers, finding her peak not once but twice, goes to show how responsive she is to my touch.
When her trembling body begins to slow, and she slackens against the wall, releasing her hold on my head, I know she’s reached her limit. Taking one last swipe at her, I withdraw my fingers and use my arm to pin her in place. I don’t want her falling when I put her back on her feet.
She senses my movement and does her best to support her own weight, but the intensity of her pleasure has left her limbs loose.
I stand and take her spent body into my arms, carrying her over to the large king-size bed. Laying her into the center, I watch as her golden eyes widen and her arms reach for me.
She thinks we’re done.
“Relax, Lizzy, I’m not finished with you, but I don’t want you falling either.” I chuckle. “Once you’ve found your legs, meet me in the shower,” I tell her, allowing her to watch as I take off my tuxedo jacket and toss it on the lounge chair behind me. She studies my fingers as I untie the black bowtie at my neck and slowly unbutton the crisp white shirt.
Her eyes brighten the moment they focus on the bronze skin underneath it. She lifts onto her elbows, interested in the little peepshow I’m giving her.
I pause and lean into her, catching her lips with my own, confirming what I knew all along. She tastes like heaven and sin.
She moans into my mouth and whimpers when I pull away.
“Shower, Lizzy. Don’t make me wait. You won’t like the consequences.” I watch her skin prickle at my warning and something in her eyes flare, like she’s getting ready to challenge me. Just the idea of her challenge excites me and causes my cock to throb painfully in response.
I want her challenge.
I want her to stand toe-to-toe with me, and then I want her submission.
No one’s ever been able to do both, but I have a feeling there’s a savage somewhere inside of her, and it matches my own.
Only she doesn’t know it’s there.
Yet.
When I’m done with her tonight, she’ll know that side of herself intimately.
Leaving her on the bed, I walk into the bathroom, kicking off my shoes as I go, never looking back to see her follow.
There’s no need to look back. She’ll follow.
The bathroom is large, but it’s inconsequential to me. I only care to feel the spray of the hot water on my back as I sink into her for the first time.
I shed the rest of my clothing, draping them over the towel rack, and turn on the double-head shower. The room fills with steam, and a few seconds later, I step under the water, my cock in hand.
Less than two minutes pass before I feel her arms wrap around my middle as she presses her face to my back. Her hand finds mine wrapped tightly around my cock, stroking hard and fast.
“Let go and turn around,” she demands, her voice filled with lust. I’m not ready to release, but I follow her command, letting her play. Her eyes drop down to my member, and her hand holds the velvet shaft firmly. “Such a beautiful cock.”
Hearing those words from her mouth nearly causes me to release the savage too soon. I regain control over him, watching as she licks her lips in anticipation.
It’s larger than average. Watching her take it all in only makes me harder. The heat of the water on my back does nothing to cool the burning desires inside me.
“It isn’t going to suck itself,” I growl, watching her sink to her knees in response. The head of my cock disappears between her lips, and I wrap my fingers through her hair, thrusting forward until I hit the back of her throat.
She moans, opening wider, taking nearly all of me down her throat. The sensation is almost more than I can handle. No woman’s been able to take nearly all of me, but then again, she’s proving to be different than the rest.
She flattens her tongue along the underside of my shaft, creating a hard suction around it. I loosen one hand from her hair and use it to prop myself against the wall. Her mouth is insane.
I’m writhing and struggling to keep from coming down her throat after only three more thrusts
“Fuck, that’s good, Lizzy,” I grunt, thrusting one last time into her mouth before pulling away.
“No,” she yelps, lunging forward to find my cock again, but with one hand still in her hair, I hold her in place. Her glare is dangerous. “I wasn’t done.”
“Yes, you were.”
“Give it back,” she growls, the savage inside of her peeking out from behind her golden eyes.
> “When I finally come, Lizzy, I’m going to be buried inside your sweet-as-sin pussy.” I reach down and caress her cheek. “Now, stand up. I want to wash you. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you play again.”
I’ve fucked her senseless with my tongue, but seeing her stand before me, bare and ready for whatever I command next, leaves me breathless.
Her breasts are perfect, but it’s her taut nipples I can’t tear my gaze from. I want to roll them between my teeth until she’s begging me for her release. As sensitive as she was to my mouth earlier, I can’t wait to see how the rest of her body reacts tonight.
The shapely curve from her waist to her hips is the perfect shape for a man’s hand.
My hand.
Mine.
I clench my jaw, ignoring the way my gut reacts to the word. To the animal inside of me, clawing to get out and mark her as mine.
But she isn’t mine.
Except tonight, she is, and I’m bound and determined to give her a night she’ll never forget.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I contemplate taking her here and now up against the shower wall. She’s ready. More than ready. Instead finding the sensitive button, I press into it.
She melts into me, our lips seeking one another in a desperate, all-consuming kiss.
Mine, for tonight.
7
Elizabeth
He hovers over me, and as the world finally comes into focus, I realize we’re no longer in the shower. Instead, I’m on the bed, and my body is humming with the remnants of another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Fuck,” I breathe, fully aware I might not be able to walk out of here in the morning without help. The man knows what he’s doing, and I’m not complaining.
“Death by glorious orgasm.” I laugh out loud, lifting my hands to cup his face. “Is that how you’re going to kill me?”
He places a kiss on my nose before pulling away. I watch as he walks back into the bathroom and returns a moment later with condoms in hand.
Stupid, stupid, I cringe inwardly. In my haste to get ready and be on time, I’d forgotten to pick some up. Thank goodness one of us had wits enough to make sure we were protected.
Then again, I haven’t bought condoms in a long time.
When I was with Miles, I took the pill, but I saw no sense in continuing them after our split since they did me more harm than good.
I feel Darcy’s hand wrap around an ankle before he yanks me down the bed toward him. I watch as he opens the package and rolls the condom over his shaft, staring at me the entire time.
His eyes are so dark with need, I can’t make out either pupil. He pulls me down further, until my ass is at the edge of the bed and my legs are open to him.
“Beautiful, my Lizzy, so fucking beautiful.” One finger, then two, dip into me, causing me to arch off the bed.
“Please, Darcy, I need you,” I beg, feeling my body shake with need. He removes his fingers and places the head of his cock at my entrance. I lick my lips in anticipation, remembering the way he felt hitting the back of my throat.
I look down, watching in awe as he enters me. Stretching me to the brink. I gasp, the sweet burn of it felt in every nerve of my body.
It’s agony.
It’s torture.
It’s perfect.
“Fuck, baby girl, you are tight,” he groans, surging forward and throwing his head back.
“Yes,” I yelp as he bottoms out, filling me completely. He drags in a ragged breath, taking a moment to let us both adjust.
I’m not going to lie. I was a little worried earlier. He’s the biggest I’ve seen, and I wasn’t sure if he’d fit.
Clearly, I was wrong.
“Don’t stop,” I say, trying to move my hips, but his hands have me pinned. It’s like something has taken me over, and all I can do is fight against his hold to get him to move. “Please, I need…”
He pulls back momentarily, but it only creates a stronger need inside of me to move. As if reading my mind, he slams forward, filling me again. His hold on me loosens just enough that I can urge him on again with my hips. And he moves again, repeating the motions until he’s thrusting into me hard and fast.
“Harder,” I grunt as the tension in my body builds. He pushes against me. The slap of his balls against my ass creates an erotic song of fucking, gasping, and moaning.
He stops and pulls away, but before I can respond, he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach. As I scramble to my knees, he slams back into me with so much force, I land face first on the mattress.
A steel arm holds me in place while the other reaches around, seeking my clit. He presses into it with his thumbs and rubs little circles of pleasure against it.
I moan loudly, pushing back into him when he pushes forward. Wetness drips down the inside of my legs, signaling my next orgasm is moments away.
He releases his hold on me, and I push up from the bed, now on all fours. Thrust for thrust I meet him, so close to the edge, but it’s not enough.
I throw my head back, and his fingers twine into my hair, anchoring me in place.
“Look at me,” he demands, pulling my head back until our eyes meet. The pain from his fingers and the connection of our eyes make me I shatter.
“Darcy,” I gasp, seeing stars as my orgasm rushes through me.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he grunts, continuing to thrust into me. How I manage, I’m not positive, but I keep my eyes open, riding the high and begging him to fly with me. My pussy clamps down, and my body convulses with pleasure.
His jaw tightens as he grits his teeth while his movements become jerky and desperate. His hands dig into my hips, his neck arches, and a long, loud groan rumbles from his chest as he finally reaches his own climax.
Watching him come, feeling his seed fill the condom between us, it’s the only thing I want to see for the rest of my life.
And the knowledge I brought him to this place makes me feel on top of the world.
We ride out the pleasure, and when he pulls out of me, I feel like crying. I roll over to my back and watch as he walks toward the bathroom, carefully removing the spent condom.
It’s over now, I think to myself, but his gruff voice stops my thoughts from going any further.
“The night has only begun, Lizzy.” He returns from the bathroom and leans over me, planting a heated kiss onto my lips, erasing any idea that we’re done.
Because we’re not.
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As he saunters across the room, I find it difficult to tear my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted bare ass. Despite the multiple orgasms I’ve experienced, my body starts to ache with need for the release only he can give me.
He bends at the waist, and I lick my lips, watching the sheer power of lean muscle beneath his skin, mesmerized by the way they pull and contract with each movement. His nakedness is something to write home about, and yet he’s just as beautiful fully clothed.
“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet.” I laugh throatily, hoping to hear the deep rumble of his chuckle before he walks out the door and ultimately, my life. I swallow, trying to remind myself that this is what I wanted. This is what we agreed on.
One night.
No names.
Just sex.
This is what I wanted.
It’s what I needed.
“I’ve got a meeting this afternoon,” he tells me while shoving a perfectly shaped leg into slacks. He hasn’t looked at me since sliding out of my body not more than five minutes ago. “I need to prepare for it.”
“Right,” I clip and pull myself into a sitting position. Instinctively, I reach for the sheet to hide my nakedness from him. “Don’t let me keep you.”
As hard as I try not to sound wounded, I fail, which causes him to freeze and stiffen.
Shit.
What are you doing? This was your idea. This is what you asked for. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am night. Don’t overthink this.
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He turns around, but before he sees the rejection I’m feeling, I drop the sheet and strike the sexiest pose I can think of. He lifts an eyebrow and smirks down at me. “You’re never going to be satisfied, are you?”
“Not when I’m around you,” I purr, narrowing my eyes on his still naked chest, covered in a smattering of hair. Flashbacks of its coarseness under my fingers send a wave of need through me, striking me at the core of my heat. I squeeze my thighs together, fighting the wanton slut itching to break through my skin again.
His dark eyes turn almost black as they fill with sexual want, and they rake over my chest, watching my nipples harden under his gaze. A small moan escapes my chest, releasing him from his frozen state and allowing him to yank down the slacks he had all but buttoned.
It takes three strides for him to get to me. Three strides before I feel his hands on me, forcing me back while he captures a nipple with his mouth, spreading the needy ache once again through me.
8
Will
I sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at my phone, willing it to alert me of an incoming message. But nothing comes.
It’s been a week since I woke to find her gone.
A week since the best night of my life.
A week of absolute hell and torture.
All I have to show for that night is an empty hotel room and the memories of what happened here.
“Fuck it, Will, stop being a pussy and just message her,” I growl into the empty room before opening the HEARTsync app and pulling up the chat box.
I’ve reread the entire conversation over and over, looking for some clue as to who she really is. I thought maybe, after a day or two, she would message me again, but she’s been true to her word of no contact.
I stare down at the keyboard, contemplating what I should say or if I should say anything at all. I agreed to her terms. Messaging her now goes against everything the night was supposed to be about.
Then again, nothing about the night was normal.
In fact, nothing about her and me together was normal.
I rake my fingers through my hair, feeling more on edge now than I did moments before. Everything about this is fucked up. I haven’t been able to sleep without dreaming of her. I haven’t been able to get through a single day without some thought of her.
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