by K B Cinder
What the hell was I doing?
I broke the kiss, gasping for air, leaning my forehead against hers. “You're going to be the death of me!”
She laughed, eyes doughy with desire, lips swollen from kisses.
“You're so beautiful,” I breathed, lapping it up, searing the image in my mind forever. It would all be over in a few hours. “And so much more.”
“So are you,” she replied as she licked her lips. “Handsome, charming, but terrible at racing.”
I smiled at her jab, but couldn’t break the spell of warning. “But this... this is dangerous.”
The words danced between us, the truth daring to destroy the moment, but it had to be said. Some sense was desperately needed.
“It is,” she agreed, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “But I don't care about that right now.”
I kissed her again, plummeting us both back into the depths of the forbidden. This time there were no holds barred, no hesitation. She accepted my conquest, bearing the brunt of my demands as we took what we needed.
I savored her lips, warning bells flashing as my eyes clamped shut. I wouldn't face them. I couldn't. I had to soak up every second of her before she was all ripped away.
She turned the tables, grasping my cock, hand barely wrapping around it. The feeling alone was enough to roll my eyes back in my head.
I wanted to bury myself deep within her, pounding away with everything I had right there on the fucking Ferris wheel. Inhibition was out the window, and I needed a place to fuck her hard and fast to get it out of my system once and for all.
She stroked, torturing me with each slide of her hand, showing she wasn't a little mouse that sat on the sidelines. She crawled right into the lap of a lion without fear, egging me on and begging to be devoured.
Fuck.
My hand dropped from her breast to her thighs, sliding beneath her dress to her silky skin. In an instant, it was resting at her panties, palming her through them, the thin fabric wet to the touch.
Her legs spread as she moaned into my mouth, my fingers snaking to her slit through the cloth.
She quickened the pace on my cock, bringing me close to the edge of no return, but I wouldn’t be undone by a fully clothed handjob. No fucking way.
I pushed her panties to the side and sank a finger into her warmth, earning a deep, husky moan of approval. I slid in another and another knowing they were massive but readying her for what was to come.
She trembled below, gasping for air between kisses, allowing the invasion. She grew impossibly wet with each thrust, crying out as I hooked a finger and stroked that special spot.
Her hands continued to pump around me, but I blocked out the sensation to focus on her, the ride coming to life again. I had less than thirty seconds to make her come and right our clothing before we hit the platform.
Challenge accepted.
I rubbed a thumb over her clit while I stroked the tender spot deep within, her muscles tightening around me as I did.
“Oh God!” she cried out, trembling with orgasm as she rode each wave toward shore.
As soon as she was back on Earth, I straightened, fixing her dress and sliding back into my seat. I shrugged out of my jacket and folded it across my lap, needing a shield thanks to the samurai sword jutting out.
“That was fucking epic,” she breathed, voice hoarse from orgasm.
All I could muster up was a grin as I racked my brain for a way to get relief for the throbbing below. I had one night to get this done once and for all. Now that I had a taste, there was no way I’d be satisfied until I fucked her senseless.
The ride stopped, and the attendant opened our gate, allowing me to escape and lift her out, making sure her body brushed against mine on the way down.
She was off-balance, so I looped an arm around her waist, guiding her off the platform and down into the crowds below.
“This is risky,” she murmured as she scanned the hoards of people.
She was right, but I had more urgent matters to attend to in the form of a rock hard organ ready to burst. I doubted a single soul from Croft would be wandering around a carnival on a Saturday, anyway. Most of the old crows were likely already turned in for the night. If anyone saw, they couldn’t prove anything.
“You're a calculated risk I'm willing to take,” I replied, searching for a place that offered a sliver of privacy.
“Am I?” she asked, lifting her chin.
“Absolutely.”
“You know they'd fire us?” she continued, holding my gaze.
She was right, but I didn't want to admit it. Croft's fraternization policy was ironclad.
“They fired that guy from California for it.”
I cringed at her persistence. “He was fucking a woman over a table, and someone walked in. A little different than walking around a carnival.”
“Is it?” she asked, mouth twisted.
“I would never touch you at work,” I ground out. “I'm not sure how the hell I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself, but I'll figure it out.”
“Pretend I have a highly infectious disease?” she suggested, pearly whites beaming against her crimson cheeks.
“Still wouldn't keep me from you...” I trailed, pressing a kiss to her temple before I knew what was happening. What the fuck?
“Mm. Avoid the sales office?”
“I'll have to.” I pressed another kiss to her lips, slipping more and more under her spell.
An alley caught my eye, but even as revved up as I was, I couldn't bring myself to fuck her there like a hooker. Even if it was a onetime pump and dump, I couldn't do it.
“Isn't your hotel around here?” she asked, glancing up at me with a slow smile.
“Yeah, right there.” I pointed to the gray stone tower to our left. “Why?”
“Why don't we go there?”
It took everything in me to keep my jaw from dropping at her suggestion, but my cock took the opportunity to swell, rising to the occasion.
Elena
Nervous jitters struck in waves as we crossed the hotel lobby. I was nearing the point of no return and giddy about it, especially since I was the one to suggest heading upstairs.
The doors to the elevator hadn't even shut before he shot me a mischievous grin that turned my knees to jelly. Holy hell, what was I getting into? This was more than a one-night-stand with a stranger. I was jumping into bed with my boss, a man who I thought hated me up until a few hours earlier. A man who rocked my world with a few fingers on a Ferris wheel.
Compared to the potential felony we committed on an amusement ride, breaking corporate rules of conduct didn’t seem all that bad. We’d have a romp and move on. Scratching the itch we both had was a reasonable solution as long as we didn’t go overboard.
We stayed apart during the ride upstairs. He stroked his jaw, the bristle of stubble against his fingers the only sound between us. At the slightest touch, we’d implode, and we both knew it.
Once the doors opened, and we stepped onto his floor, there was no going back. A few guests dotted the hall, eyes glued to cell phones mostly, though a few hit us with knowing smiles.
I couldn’t look his way as we strolled along, not trusting myself. His performance at the fair was just a sample, and I was more than ready for the entire buffet.
With a swipe of a key card, we were in, the cold air puckering my skin the instant the door opened. He took my hand, leading the way as he flipped a switch, igniting a fireplace whose glow revealed the room from the shadows. Dark wood stretched across the floor, a stark contrast from the light walls. I couldn’t see much in the dim light, aside from a few furniture pieces, the air thick with his scent.
We moved along in silence, a plush rug suddenly muffling the tap of my heels, eliminating the only sound echoing off the walls. We stepped into a sitting area with an overstuffed couch focused on the fireplace. In the distance, a metal desk stood before a window offering a stunning view, French doors on either side likely leadin
g to the balcony where he first sent photos on Privately.
He stopped, turning to face me, my hand still tangled with his. Against the chill of the air, his skin was burning, my only source of warmth in the icy suite.
“This is a terrible idea,” I admitted, fixated on his lips.
“I know.” He lifted my hand, pressing a light kiss to the flesh. “We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Elena.”
“But so is this...” I trailed, sliding my hands beneath his top, skimming over his sculpted stomach before finding a home on his chest.
“And this is too...” He tossed his jacket to the floor and slid his hands down my sides, the fabric hissing as they descended to grip my ass.
“Not any worse than this.” I unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, eyeing his chest hugged by an undershirt. My hands dropped to its hem and back up, lifting the fabric, his chiseled body appearing inch by inch. I struggled to clear his head, earning a husky laugh and assistance as he popped it off and dropped it to the floor.
Photos hadn't done him justice. Broad and tanned, he was more impressive in the flesh, rippled with muscle, a hint of hair tapering to disappear beneath his waistband.
“What a terrible, no good, awful idea.” He gripped my ass tighter, hauling me to the tips of my toes as he pressed a kiss to my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. The cool air was no match for our heat as his lips slid along my skin, the scratch of his stubble trailing.
“Worst idea we've had all week.”
“All week?” I choked out, shuddering.
“Yup.” He continued his torturous trail across my collarbone, leaving fire everywhere he touched. “Worst ever was not doing this sooner.” He lifted his mouth, temporarily breaking the spell, only to pull my dress over my head in one swift motion. His eyes blazed as they feasted on my body, covered only by a satin bra and matching black thong.
I took advantage of his distraction to grip him through his pants, grateful for whatever big dick lottery I hit. I stroked him, provoking a guttural moan, his hands resting on my shoulders as he watched me work his length. I moved towards his belt buckle, ready to get the show on the road, only to have my hands brushed aside.
“All in good time, baby,” he choked out.
I wanted to object but was silenced as his mouth crashed into mine, stifling any hint of protest. His length pressed awkwardly against my stomach, though it was a temporary problem, as I was suddenly weightless, lifted and settled at his waist.
Planted between my legs, he was where we both wanted, nothing but a few thin layers of fabric between us. I hadn't realized we were moving until my back pressed against a wall, his body crushing me into place. He grunted, snaking an arm to unclasp my bra, and in one tug, I was topless, the garment tossed over his shoulder.
All I could do was hold on, squirming at his touch and shuddering with each slow grind of his length. I was floating in a world of contrasts, the heat of our bodies explosive while the iciness of the air electrified his touch. Our mix of sighs and moans bounced off the walls, transforming the space into a den of desire.
Just as I was sure I’d explode, he broke our kiss, looking down at my exposed flesh, a hand toying with my breast. He watched the pink bud pucker at his teasing, biting his lip with a grunt. He flicked his eyes to mine, darker and more primal than ever. “You're beautiful.”
His hand fell to my thigh, sliding up to rest at the thin boundary protecting my most delicate flesh. I gasped as he pushed the fabric aside, sliding a finger against my slit.
“Please!” I choked out, grinding myself against him.
“Shh!” he ordered, pinning me in place.
I whimpered as he stroked me, sliding over my flesh ever so gently. I had to have them inside me. It was a need unlike any other; the yearning bordering on pain. It was so much more intense than earlier; my body already familiar with his touch.
They slid lower, two fingers resting at my entrance. “Fuck, you're wet.”
I tossed my head back against the wall, stifling a moan as he circled, toying with my body like a plaything. All I could do was nod, incapable of intelligent speech.
“Don't do that!” he ordered, voice harsh.
I straightened in attention. “What?”
“Don't hold back! I want to hear it! Moan for me!” he demanded, breath hot against my lips.
I nodded despite knowing damn well that I wasn't moaning up a storm in a hotel room. The last thing I wanted was someone from the front desk interrupting and killing the mood.
That vow was shot straight to hell when his thumb fluttered over my clit, earning a strangled sob. He slid a finger inside, working his thumb on my clit, adding another as I panted and squirmed.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded, pinning me harder against the wall, forcing me to follow his lead.
“Please!” I begged, desperate.
“I've been waiting too long to rush this.”
He pressed a hard peck against my lips, and we were on the move, his muscles rippling beneath as I hung from him limply.
Much to my surprise, we weren’t headed to the bedroom, moving to the large desk on the far side of the room. What the hell? If he grabbed something for work, I'd smack him.
He swept an arm across, launching papers in every direction. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when he set me down across the desktop.
The chill of the metal earned a yelp, but he stifled it with a kiss, his hands snaking in the waistband of my thong. With a tug, it was on the move, slipping down my thighs, slithering to my ankles until it was gone.
He flattened me across the surface before straightening, breaking our kiss. He looked down at me, naked except for heels, ready and willing to take everything he had to offer.
I leaned up, reaching for his belt, only to have them brushed aside yet again. He pushed me back down, my shoulders planted on the surface.
“Patience. You'll get it.” His eyes skimmed over my body, frustrating the hell out of me as he took his sweet old time. I was about to sit up again and get the ball rolling my damn self before he dropped to a crouch, spreading my legs wide.
Before I could make sense of what he was up to, his mouth came crashing down. Any bit of frustration was long gone, replaced with pure ecstasy. He was gentle at first, simply tasting with his tongue before he worked me over, lapping and swirling and flicking like mad.
A drawn-out moan escaped, and I swore I heard him laugh, his hot breath fanning across. I clawed at the desk, moving my hips to usher him towards the ultimate target.
His hands gripped them in response, pinning me in place, forcing me only to take what he was offering. Up. Down. Around. Around. He wasn't taking any shortcuts on the journey to the promise land, exploring every curve and swerve of the road ahead with each sweep of his tongue.
I whimpered in frustration, a deep pull in my abdomen building. Like a fraying rope, I'd eventually snap, but not before bursting seam by seam.
He answered my call by sucking my clit, working the little nub with his tongue. I cried out, sinking my hands into his hair as he continued his award-worthy performance.
He must have sensed the impending orgasm because he pulled his mouth away, his hot breath drifting over my entrance. I was throbbing, the inner ache growing. He stayed there silently, hands still planted on my hips, fingers biting into the flesh.
I don't know how long we sat there in silence, our heavy pants and the boom of celebratory fireworks from the carnival our only backdrop.
When my breathing calmed, and I was back from the edge, he came crashing back down. I moaned, balling my fists in his hair, legs trembling. He devoured me, taking me to new heights with each twirl of his tongue. I didn't know how much more I could take when he moved his attention back to my clit, but I soon found out.
He flicked his tongue over me, the pressure building into a mounting tidal wave that would flood my body. He knew it too, quickening his pace.
“Fuck!�
� I choked out, propping myself up to look down at him. “I'm going to come!”
He chuckled but continued his magic, the rhythm picking up pace and daring me to.
I was so close, but it felt too damn good to stop. I fought it off with everything I had, clenching my eyes shut and biting my lip, desperate to prolong the pleasure. My legs shook, hands soon following suit, my entire body on the brink of unraveling.
With one final sweep of his tongue, I was ruined, letting out a strangled cry as I burst, hips pumping as he released his hold on them, savoring the rush of my orgasm.
I barely had time to recover when I was lifted again, held against his chest as he strolled across the suite, nudging a door open before stepping inside.
He padded across the floor and deposited me on the bed, leaving me to sink in the mountain of navy fabric. When he turned to face me again, everything was different, all hints of mischief and friendliness gone.
“You're everything I dreamed of and more,” he said, piercing the air between us with his gravelly draw. There was the faint sound of his belt coming undone, but I didn't dare break his gaze, doing my best to play it cool. Like I wasn't freaking out inside. Like I wasn't about to get fucked senseless.
A pop of his pants' button followed along with the hiss of the zipper, a subtle plop as they hit the floor. Next to go were shoes and socks, his muscles rippling all the while. He made his way towards me like a lion stalking after its prey, his eyes holding mine.
My instinct was to scurry away, but I held firm, propping myself up on elbows, accepting him readily when he leaned forward to press a kiss between my breasts.
He lifted a knee to the bed, his weight sending my body careening towards him. In quick succession, he plucked my heels off, stripping away my last bits of modesty.
He loomed above, dressed in nothing but a black pair of boxer briefs, a colossal bulge jutting forth. I sucked in a breath, only to have it stolen with a kiss, his hand pulling my hair, demanding absolute attention.
What started off as gentle pecks quickly evolved into a frenzy of tongues. His weight was all around as he crashed to the bed, forcing my legs apart. His hand was still snaked in my hair, leaving no doubt who was in charge, making quick work of the chignon, the pins no match for his demands.
