ColdNightsHotBodies

by Lily Harlem

  Increasing the suction, I pulled at his crown with the muscles at the back of my throat. I wanted him to come, to unleash his desire as he reached maximum depth. I could barely catch my breath around his huge cock, but I didn’t care.

  He moaned loud and abandoned. The first drips of what was to come seeped onto my palate. He was pumping even faster now, his balls slapping against my chin, my nose burying in his pubic hair.

  Pulling against my restraints, I bucked for more. I was drenched between my legs and my nipples sought any stimulation they could find on his thrusting body. Giving Shane this blowjob, drawing him to release had become my everything. The only thing that mattered.

  “Ah, fuck, here it is,” he cried, stilling at maximum depth. His cock swelled further, thickening and hardening. He gave one final, sudden thrust, then his seed poured from him, flooding the back of my mouth. I swallowed rapidly. I had no choice but to gulp down the copious fluid. It was that or drown in it. Each guzzle drew the head of his cock deeper and I sucked at the same time, as if urging it down my gullet.

  “Oh my god, shit, that’s it, yes, yes,” he hissed, releasing the back of my neck.

  Keeping my head held high, I reveled in the essence of him coating my tongue, rejoiced in the hardness of his jerking shaft and the depth I’d managed to take him.

  “Jesus,” he said, slipping from me.

  I chased for his cock, not ready to give it up.

  He flopped onto the bed next to me with his long limbs stretched out. “I’d planned on pulling out, but that swallowing you were doing made me lose it completely.” He was panting hard, his words short and sharp.

  I too was struggling for breath.

  “That was fucking incredible, you sure you never done that before, honey?”

  “Hest, you know I have, but only with you.”

  Huffing, he captured my chin in his hand. “In that case, Eliza, you are a naturally talented lady when it comes to giving pleasure with your mouth.”

  Mmm, I guess all that reading paid off.

  Suddenly he stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom, shut the door and left me alone. My heart thumped loud in my ears and my lungs heaved as I continued to suck in the oxygen I’d been starved of. I licked my lips and swallowed, savoring the last splashes of his cum and the way my mouth felt stretched and used.

  Chapter Seven

  My pussy hummed as I lay spread-eagled waiting for Shane. I knew it was drenched too, no doubt marking the sheets. The air was cool on my exposed folds and I clenched my muscles, wishing for stimulation to take me over the edge of a climax.

  But as I stared up at the tartan canopy, I was swamped with a sudden feeling of unfairness. Shane had come, yet I hadn’t. I wanted to, desperately. No, make that needed to.

  Okay we were role-playing, but did we have to stick to the plot line of Stolen and Seduced quite so accurately? What would one tiny orgasm matter?

  The bathroom door opened and Shane sauntered out, shoving his hand through his hair and his semi-erect cock bobbing from his nest of pubes.

  “Are you ready to say it?” he asked. His eyes were as black as night and his half-smile sinful.

  Juddering in a breath, I shook my head.

  He perched on the side of the bed and dipped his finger into my navel, then wound a path down to my pubic hair.

  I gasped and bit on my bottom lip.

  “Are you sure you can’t?” he asked.

  “No, please, let me go.”

  I should just say it, really I should.

  His wicked fingertip circled my clit, just the right amount of pressure. Perfect. And in that moment I cursed my insistence at finding an expert lover. This was one instance when it was going to backfire. Big-time.

  Watching his movements, he upped the pace. I fluttered shut my eyes as my body fired straight back to the hovering state he’d left me in minutes before. Again I tried to close my legs, move my body. Though why I kept bothering I had no idea, it was futile, I was his hostage.

  “Oh, Hest,” I moaned. “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “Because only I make you feel so alive, Eliza. Admit it, only I have ever made you feel this way.”

  “Yes, yes, only you.” I could admit to that without it getting into any trouble.

  The rotations around my needy nub continued. A climax was close, knocking at my door. I tried to control my breathing, hold in my whimpers and gasps and keep my pelvis from rocking for more. I wouldn’t make the same mistake again and let him know how close I was. Maybe I could even have a sneaky orgasm, once I’d let it take me it would be too late—he couldn’t exactly steal it back.

  And it was there, blooming wonderfully, his fingers teasing it out, building it up. My pussy clamped, preparing to lunge into ecstatic spasms. My clit was beginning to retract. I held my breath and awaited that state of bliss.

  Suddenly he was gone. He’d stood from the bed and stopped touching me.

  “Oh god, no,” I cried, yanking furiously at my restraints. “That’s not fair, please, I need this.”

  “So just say the words.”

  I meshed my lips together the way Eliza had done in the book. It was possibly the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life. Telling Shane I loved him would have been so easy to do. Telling him so he’d finish what he’d started would have been even easier. But I couldn’t, because after that there would be no return. Saying it would give him my heart.

  Oblivious to my dilemma, he smirked, walked to the desk and reached a bottle of water from the service tray. He folded his long frame into a chair and took a slug from the bottle. “You will,” he said, hooking his ankle over his knee. “You will, eventually.”

  Sighing, I turned away, facing the opposite wall and studying the dark green fronds on the wallpaper. This was a stupid game. I just wanted to come. Why should I have to bare open my soul for an orgasm? Shit, I’d been denied the pleasure of a man in my bed for so many years and now I had one, ready, willing and able, how had it come to this?

  I must have slept, but for how long for I had no idea. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Shane, still sitting in the chair. The water bottle was empty and his arms were crossed. He’d pulled on his boxer briefs.

  Trying to move, I was quickly reminded of my bound, naked state.

  He stood, opened another bottle of water and walked to the bed. Held it to my lips and cupped the nape of my neck the way he had when he’d slotted his cock into my mouth.

  I took the water gratefully; my mouth tasted of sleep and semen.

  “Are you ready to admit what you feel for me?” he asked in a low, murmuring voice.

  “Hest,” I pleaded. “You know it could never work between us, we are too different, what you are asking of me is pointless.”

  “No it isn’t,” he growled, “don’t say that.” His eyes darkened and I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been planning while I’d slept naked before him. A shiver of anticipation trickled across my flesh.

  He placed the water down then shucked off his boxers to reveal his turgid, already sheathed cock. It bobbed up thick and angry and no sooner had my eyes widened at the sight of it than he was over me, prodding my entrance.

  In one swift move he plunged in hard and fast, his way luckily well lubricated by my greedy pussy.

  He set up a wild rhythm, pounding his hips in and out.

  “Hest,” I cried. “Oh god, Hest, why are you doing this?”

  “Say it,” he growled. “Say you love me, say you will be mine for all of time.”

  I bit down on my lip, tasted blood. Oh, I was so in love with Shane Galloway. There was no point denying it to myself a moment longer. He’d stolen my heart as swiftly as he’d taken my virginity. It had been a fast, furious fall into lust and love and now I knew I would never, ever be the same again in so many ways.

  His pubic bone was connecting wonderfully with my clit and I bucked for more, clamping my inner thighs around his legs as best I could and thrusting u
p to meet his savage thrusts. It was as if he just couldn’t get deep enough. My pussy was straining to accommodate him at the same time it was delighting in the pain/pleasure stretching sensation.

  Suddenly he withdrew and gripped my ankles. He fumbled for a moment with the stockings wrapped around the bedposts then released me.

  Before I could do anything with my new semi-freedom I was flipped on to my stomach, my cheek squashed into the pillow and my breasts flattened beneath me. “What are you doing?” I asked on a gasp.

  “You are one damn stubborn lady, but you met your match when you met me,” he whispered harshly. “Talking to strangers in dark bars will only get you into trouble, as will teasing a man like me for six months straight.”

  Six months, oh, how I wish we’d had six months of this fun.

  “You’re going to take it from behind this time, Eliza, see if hitting your hot spot will persuade you to admit the truth in your heart.”

  Shane was well into the role of Hest now, even ad-libbing, and in a fleeting thought I wondered if he’d been reading the book again while I’d been sleeping.

  I didn’t have long to ponder because he wrapped his hands around my hips, settling his cock at my entrance. Bracing, for I could only imagine the intensity of what was coming, I balled my trapped hands into fists and stiffened my spine.

  In one determined plunge he forged in, smoothing over what was definitely my G-spot as he tunneled on and on.

  I called out in both pleasure and the overwhelming, deep, filling sensation. His cock was so long and thick and from this angle seemed to penetrate me higher than ever. And I could feel his bone-hard shaft and domed glans riding over my internal flesh wonderfully, connecting with a part of me that was crying out for pressure.

  Leaning forward, he clamped a hand over my mouth and muffled my cry. “Quiet,” he growled, “we don’t want anyone raising the alarm and spoiling our fun, not when I have this room booked for the next two weeks if need be.”

  Milking his cock with my pussy, I whimpered, wishing I did have the luxury of staying in The Fenchurch with Shane for two weeks solid. I would surely die of pleasure if I could. What a sweet way to go.

  He upped the pace, his hand still over my mouth. My orgasm was racing toward me again, it was so deep, building from a place I’d never had stimulated before. Briefly the urge to pass water consumed me and I groaned and wriggled. Shane just held me tighter, speeding up his already frantic thrusts, and I had no choice but to ride through it, capture the extreme pleasure again.

  Suddenly it was there, within reach, one giant orgasm waiting to ravage every single fiber of my body.

  He stilled, buried deep inside me and leaning tight into my back so his chest hair scratched at my shoulder blades. “Say it and I will let you come. I know you like it like this, Eliza, only I truly understand what your horny little body needs. Only I can give you what you need for the rest of your life.”

  I opened my mouth behind his palm. The words sat on my tongue. It was no good, I had to tell him what I already knew. But saying Eliza’s words would make them concrete and real. Telling Shane I loved him would give my heart permission to fling open its doors and welcome him in.

  Plus, boy do I need to come!

  “Yes,” I managed. “Yes, yes, I do.”

  He lifted his hand and pressed his lips to my ear. “Say it,” he groaned, pulling his cock out then thrusting back in, sliding wickedly over my supersensitive spot.

  “Yes, yes, I love you so much.”

  “And you want me, you want to be mine.” His voice was strained and his body a slab of solid concrete over me.

  “Yes, I want to be yours, yes, please, let me come, I’m yours.”

  “Forever?”

  “Yes, forever.”

  He pulled out, lifting from my back then steaming in and out.

  The orgasm that had been simmering for hours wreaked havoc on my body. “Ah, ah god, yes, yes,” I shouted, turning my face into the pillow to muffle my subsequent squeals of delight, remembering that we did indeed have neighbors through the hotel wall.

  His balls slapped against my labia as he pummeled into me, gripping my hipbones so tight I knew there’d be bruises. I didn’t care. I’d handed myself over to him, heart and soul. Shane Galloway had just tunneled his way into my very core and would remain there forever. There was not a damn thing I could do about it.

  My skin prickled, my breaths were hard to catch. On and on my pussy spasmed around his beautiful cock and I relished each tremor and convulsion he pulled from me. It was a wave of climaxes, cresting and falling, each one coming without warning. Each one a wonderful experience that started in my G-spot and spread out to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes.

  “Ah, fuck,” he cried.

  As his shout echoed around the room, his cock pulsed within me, filling the condom with his pleasure. He continued to ride in and out, sending up decidedly unholy praises to the Lord as he did so.

  His orgasm spiraled me into a final one of my own. I groaned long and abandoned into the pillow as satisfaction like nothing I’d ever known washed through me.

  When our breathing and heart rates returned to normal, Shane carefully untied me then led me to the bathroom. He drew a deep bath full of sweetly scented bubbles and helped me step in.

  “You okay, honey?” he asked, sitting naked on the edge of the bath and dipping a white washcloth into the water. It was the first time he’d spoken since our almighty climax.

  “Yes.”

  “Did I hurt or scare you?”

  I looked up at his anxious face. “You didn’t, Hest did a bit.”

  He tugged at his bottom lip and frowned. “Oh god, I am so sorry. I got carried away, didn’t I?”

  I smiled. “No, not at all and don’t be sorry, it was just what I had asked for and exactly the same as the book. I really did feel like Eliza.”

  “You did?” His brows rose.

  “Yes, you’re a great actor, you’re missing your vocation, you should consider being on the stage.”

  He chuckled, rubbing a milky white bar of soap onto the washcloth.

  “You were spot on with the lines,” I said.

  “I figured if that’s your favorite book you know it pretty well.” Placing the soap in the dish, he motioned for me to tip forward slightly. “I didn’t want to screw it up for you.”

  “You didn’t, it was fun.” I paused. “More than fun, it was amazing, though I was pretty frustrated on more than one occasion.”

  He carefully rubbed the lathered washcloth over my back, dipping around my neck and into my armpits. My shoulders ached slightly and the sensation was soothing.

  “That was the idea, remember? Until you said those words, there was no orgasm for you.”

  Those words were indelibly printed on my mind. I love you so much, I want to be yours, forever. When Margaret Rider wrote them, I bet she never imagined they’d play such a pivotal role in someone’s real life. Because here I sat, little Ashley Jones, in a luxury hotel suite with the man of my dreams, and I’d just told him that I loved him and wanted to be with him forever.

  Of course he hadn’t said them back.

  Shutting my eyes, I hugged my knees and reveled in Shane’s soft, caring touch. How the hell had I gotten into this situation?

  Oh yes—Dawn!

  By the time Shane had also bathed it was getting late and we were hungry again. I rang for sandwiches and a pot of tea while he put on the fire and shut the curtains in the living area. He found a romantic comedy just starting on TV and when I sat next to him on the sofa, he reached over and pulled me close.

  “I had fun this afternoon too, you know,” he said, putting his feet up onto the coffee table and crossing his ankles.

  “That was the idea.” I folded my legs up under my robe.

  “And you really were, are very good at…you know…”

  I looked up at his handsome face. His stubble was getting denser with each passing hour. I moved a d
amp lock of his hair away from his eye. “At what?”

  “At…” He hesitated.

  “At sucking your cock.”

  He laughed. “Yes, Ashley, you were really very good at sucking my cock.”

  I grinned.

  “And you picked up all your skills from reading erotic romance?”

  “Yes, I guess so, if you can call them skills.”

  “Oh yes, they’re skills, all right, because I have to say without a doubt you’re the sexiest, most liberated, most responsive woman I have ever been with. And to think only yesterday I had the honor of taking your virginity.” He lowered his voice. “Someone in the heavens was definitely shining down on me when you walked into that restaurant, because you are, by far, the best thing that’s happened to me all year.”

  My pesky heart beat a little harder for him but I resisted telling him he was the best thing that had happened to me ever.

  “And I can’t wait to read some more of your raunchy books. Perhaps you could suggest some titles and I’ll read them so when I come to London we can play more games.” He brushed his lips to mine. “Would you like that?”

  “Sounds like a great idea.” My mind spun. Oh my, what to choose? The Barmaid’s Brew had some steaming hot scenes but could I cope with a whip? What would Shane think if I suggested trying? Perhaps if we were out on the town I could steal a moment from A Mistress for Midnight and perform oral sex on him in a deserted tube train the way Georgina did to Raif. That would of course depend on us finding a deserted tube train.

  A sudden rap at the door shook me from my erotic thoughts. I jumped up and answered it. A suited bellboy wheeled in a trolley laden with egg and cress sandwiches, tuna and cucumber rolls and colorful fondant fancies. There was also an enormous pot of tea, and rose-patterned china.

  Shane tipped him and we settled down to eat our supper on the sofa.

  “So, er, when do you think you might visit London?” I asked, staring at the movie. It starred Jennifer Aniston but I couldn’t recall the name of it.