“Christ, no! He’s my cousin’s ex-husband. I’m just enjoying his fury from a safe distance,” I replied, slightly annoyed. The handsome man tilted his head slightly, curling his lips into a wider smile as he strode past me and toward Kari’s ex. Eyes widening, I stumbled to keep up, knowing nothing good could come of the situation. The man – a sex God, if one were honest, paused in front of the limp dick bastard I’d been unfortunate enough to call family.
“Hey there. Crazy night, huh?” He paused, tilting his head and raising a brow before continuing. “I see you staring pretty hard at a lovely lady on the dance floor,” the man mused. He received little more than a scoff for his efforts, though I could hear the muttered response.
“She was a fat, disgusting slob when I last saw her.”
I saw red, and it took everything in my willpower not to rush forward and punch his teeth in. Scratch that – I didn’t have the restraint. He’d be digging through the shitter for his yellowed chompers, I decided. But before I could make a move to launch myself at him, the mysterious man continued.
“Not really in a place to feel superior, are you? I mean, you’re not exactly a model yourself,” tall, dark, and handsome continued, his voice darkening in spite of the brilliant smile on his face. I sidled up beside him, and he looped our arms together. At his charming smile, I was certain I felt my panties drop.
“Ugh. You. As if this couldn’t get worse. Listen, I don’t know what this airheaded bitch has been telling you—” Jeff began in a grumble, though I was quick to interrupt.
“Oh, only information from the most reliable source. You know, how you were never able to get it up…how Kari had to pleasure herself to get any satisfaction. That sort of thing,” I said in a saccharine sweet voice.
“He wouldn’t have touched her with a ten-foot pole,” Jeff snarled, gesturing at the man whose arm I was clutching. The man in question simply quirked a brow.
“Bold assumption, that. Have you considered that not everyone is quite as shallow as you are? I mean, a woman with confidence wouldn’t exactly come up and grind on you, would she?” the Adonis of a man hummed, glancing down at me with a warm smile. “In any case, it seems Kari is enjoying herself. While short, pale, and clammy over here sulks. Why don’t we have a bit of fun?” Adonis continued, meeting my gaze.
“Oh, of course. Drinks, then?” I asked as the two of us strode away from Jeff, his fury radiating off of him in waves.
“Mm. Why not? The most gorgeous girl in the place getting a drink with the most dashing devil sounds about right,” he hummed, brushing a hand through his wavy brown hair. I thought to mention his ego, but it wasn’t as if it was unwarranted. Instead, I simply ordered something a bit less strong than the last couple of drinks I’d had while he ordered a straight shot of whiskey. Tossing it back, he considered me with a smile. “Well, that was interesting. I must say, I’m quite pleased to make your acquaintance,” he said smoothly, and I snorted in a very unladylike manner. I immediately reddened, covering my face with my hands and staring at him. He raised a brow. “Cute.”
“You’re talking to me like I’m some kind of model or something. Which I’m sure you’ve had your share of good times with, don’t get me wrong,” I muttered, realizing I was a bit tipsier than I’d realized. I couldn’t keep my foot out of my mouth, it seemed.
“I prefer to get to know a woman before anything like that,” he murmured.
“Shame. I was looking to have a bit of fun,” I smirked, and we ordered another round of drinks. And another, and another, until the room seemed to be spinning all around us. I leaned heavily against him, shivering at how warm he felt.
“You know…I think maybe a change of pace is what I need. No strings attached, right?” he purred, and though it should have sounded sleazy, I couldn’t ignore the throb between my thighs.
“Right.”
“Let’s go somewhere a bit more private, then,” he said, holding out his hand so that I could take it. I felt the juices start to gather in my sex. I had a feeling he would be an amazing lover. Nothing like I had gone through with Nick. After all, he was made like a Greek God. Hot and sexy, and he made me drool. It wasn’t every man who accomplished that.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Archer
It might have been the alcohol flowing through my system, or maybe the loneliness that came along with Jasmine’s torment, but I was at least ninety eight percent sure that this woman was the most gorgeous one I’d ever laid eyes on. Though I’d been teasing on some level, I had truly been baffled by her fascination with the obvious scumbag I’d seen her eyeing. I don’t know what had possessed me to stick my nose into the whole situation, but I had no complaints as I lured her toward the elevators. There was a delightfully wicked gleam in her eyes, and before I could even think to initiate contact, she grabbed me by the collar and yanked me down to her level as we stumbled into the elevator. Lips smashing together, her hands tangled almost painfully in my hair.
Deciding not to give up the lead so easily, I pressed her against the back of the elevator, taking no small pleasure in the mirrored walls surrounding us. When she moaned into my mouth, shivers rolled down my spine and I could feel myself stiffening almost immediately. I refused to break the kiss, however, wanting to come out on top. She broke away for air, the slightest strand of saliva connecting our mouths as we parted. The woman looked utterly enthralled, like she’d never been kissed so passionately in her life. While I had my doubts that I was the first man to kiss her with such eagerness, I was certain that I was by far the most handsome.
“Cat got your tongue?” I teased as she stared up at me through wide eyes. She quirked her lips just slightly, stepping forward and pressing a hand against my chest. Her hand rubbed my pecs, trailing downward until she slipped her hand beneath my jeans. I hadn’t expected her to be that forward, but the gesture wasn’t unpleasant by any means. My expression must have revealed how utterly startled I was because as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, she looked like the cat that got the canary.
“The cat’s got what, now?” she replied slyly, stroking her hand along my straining member. I inhaled shakily, not willing to let her see me lose my cool quite so easily. I pressed my hand on top of hers through my jeans, curling my fingers to make her grip me even more firmly. She giggled airily, and it was all I could do not to thrust into her hand. “Aren’t you eager? I thought this wasn’t your thing,” she murmured, brushing her thumb to the head of my cock.
When the elevator dinged to indicate we were on the right floor, she shoved me backward, not removing her hand nor sparing a glance at the older woman who was stepping on. Of course, the elderly woman looked utterly scandalized, but before she could get a good look at me, my flavor of the night all but pounced me, wrapping her legs around me. I held her up by her ass, more than happy to flaunt my strength even as the alcohol had my mind swimming. I staggered in the direction of my room, which I must admit was no small feat when neither of us were willing to pull away to watch where we were going.
It was through sheer luck that I found the right room, swiping the keycard and nudging the door open. I spun in a circle as I entered the room, pushing her onto the sofa with a flourish. She slowly unwrapped her legs, touching her lips with her tongue. Her makeup was entirely ruined, but if anything, that only turned me on more. She made no effort to close her legs in spite of the dress she was wearing, and I caught the slightest glimpse of her underwear as I took a step back. I wanted to see what was under those little lacy red thongs she was wearing.
“So… I must say, this isn’t usually my thing. I can see how it could be, though,” I began, not sure how to phrase my question. Did we fool around on the couch in the main area of the suite or make our way to the bed? She slowly pressed her knees together, sitting up with a teasing smile. I’d never seen someone look more sultry in my life, and it was enough to nearly drive me crazy.
“I see your room has a Jacuzzi,” she hummed, rising up and
slipping past me to investigate. The sensation of skin on skin as our arms brushed sent another jolt of pleasure through me, and I was convinced there was some kind aphrodisiac in the drinks we’d be given. I’d never been so easily swayed. Then again, this particular woman was…special, in a way. Swallowing the saliva that gathered in my mouth, I turned to face her and resume conversation about the hot tub.
Flesh. An expanse of tan and supple skin. My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest. Had it taken her such a short time to undress, or was the booze messing with my perception of time? Just the same, as I staggered toward her, I couldn’t help but gape. As I got close enough to touch her, I reached a hand out, only for her to step out of my reach. With a teasing wink, she slid into the running Jacuzzi and waded toward the back.
“Mm. Well, I don’t mean to rush you, but these jets are enjoyable, to say the least. I’d hate to see you get your clothes all wet. They seem rather expensive,” she purred, her eyes glinting as she raised her hands to fondle her own breasts. They were perfect. Absolutely perfect. The perfect size, the perfect shape, even her nipples were the most appetizing shade of pink I’d ever seen.
I quickly yanked my shirt off, not caring if any buttons popped off in spite of her comment. The clothes had been rather expensive by most people’s standards, but being frugal was the last thing on my mind. I couldn’t imagine I looked terribly sexy as I nearly lost my balance in the process of wiggling out of my jeans, but she didn’t make the task any easier. The look of intense pleasure on her face was terribly distracting, and it wasn’t any secret that she was enjoying those jets as much as she’d said – or more.
Once I was finally nude, I abandoned all pretense of keeping my cool. I was hot; my skin was on fire, but in a way that made my cock throb. Her eyes were fixed on my package as I slipped into the hot tub as well, and I felt a surge of confidence. Like a peacock strutting his stuff, I grabbed it and gave it a little stroke in her line of vision. It was her turn to stare, her mouth hanging open as I closed the distance between us. It was as if something snapped simultaneously for each of us, and we met in the middle, our bodies clashing as I captured her lips in another passionate kiss.
She made no attempt at modesty, pressing herself against me as our tongues tangled. My prick was sandwiched between our stomachs, and it took all of my control not to jerk against her. I wanted to feel her clench around me; I wanted to make her scream my name so loudly we’d get a complaint, but I wasn’t what one would call a selfish lover. I gave her a little nudge, guiding her to sit so that her lower half was all that remained underwater. She raised a brow, and I could hear her squeal as I dove under, rubbing her thighs with my palms. Years of swimming and surfing in Maui had a way of building one’s endurance. I could hold my breath longer than most as well.
Her hands tensed in my hair as I buried my face between her legs, my tongue flicking out to tease her. Her hips jerked immediately, and I was sure if we weren’t in the hot tub, she would still be sopping wet. Dragging my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top and circling around her love button, I continued to rub and squeeze her thighs as I worked. I couldn’t hear much underwater, but the shaking of her legs and occasional curl of her toes made it obvious I was doing things right. One of the hands tangled in my hair tightened, yanking painfully until I emerged. I just managed to catch my breath before it was stolen in yet another kiss. She didn’t linger on my lips for long, kissing along my jawline and down my neck. I tilted my head back, jolting slightly as her teeth brushed my skin. So kitty had claws, huh? I could work with that.
My hands, which hand been gently grasping her hips, tightened their grip, and my nails bit into her skin. I pulled her flush against me once more, my manhood slipping between her thighs this time. We both moaned, a long and ragged sound on my part and downright melodic on hers. The warmth of her felt heavenly, and I’d not even entered her yet. The contact was only enough to make me want more, and I pulled her with me as I took a seat. No words needed to be exchanged; it was as if we had some kind of passion-fueled mind link. She crawled into my lap, her hand gripping me firmly once more. I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning, though I lost all control of my volume as she pressed my head against her entrance. She lowered herself onto me, and I threw my head back as her internal walls tightened around me. My toes curled, and the conviction that there was something besides alcohol in those drinks struck again. I’d never been that sensitive, reaching heights of arousal I would have thought impossible prior.
Although I should have asked about birth control, or at least grabbed a condom, I quickly dismissed the idea. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding my brain, but in that moment, I couldn’t make myself care. The temperature was likely hot enough to kill any sperm, anyway. She rode me like a professional cowgirl and smirked at the widening of my eyes.
“This isn’t my first time riding a bull, honey,” she teased, the first thing either of us has said since we first entered the room. It was an offhand remark, likely intended to get a chuckle out of me, but it only made me want to piston harder. If it wasn’t her first rodeo, as it were, but I wanted to be sure it would be the most memorable. Our hips rolled in delicious synchrony, and her nails sank into the skin of my shoulders as she bounced up and down. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, and I pressed a hand to her back, leaning forward to graze my teeth against the swell of her breast. Her wanton moans were like a heavenly chorus, or perhaps something more suitable for hell. Either way, it was all I could do to hold on. However, as she hit her peak, she all but shrieked as she clamped down around me so hard that it was tough to keep the friction. Letting loose a guttural cry of my own, I hilted completely and spilled myself inside of her. This seemed to cause a second, less intense orgasm to sweep over her, and she clenched even harder. I nearly doubled over as her contracting muscles milked me for every drop I was worth. It was so pleasurable, it was nearly painful. She rested her forehead against my chest as both of us gasped for air. As she came down, she drew away from my chest to look me in the eye.
“That was amazing,” I admitted, relishing the feeling of being inside her.
“Yeah, it was. Think you got a second round in you?” she asked, her face still flushed. My eyes widened, and she grinned toothily.
“You’re already ready to go again?” I asked incredulously, and she gave me a little squeeze.
“Forgive me if I’m being bold, but I don’t see myself being satisfied until we’ve done it on every possible surface in this suite,” she said crudely, splaying her hands on my chest. The alcohol was still making my head spin, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. However…
“I don’t have any condoms on me,” I sighed, squeezing her ass. She didn’t seem to question my logic, sliding off of me and spilling our shared essence into the water of the Jacuzzi.
“So…you’re done then, cowboy?” she asked a bit sadly. I shook my head furiously, lurching out of the hot tub and trying to squeeze back into my jeans. It would have been an easier venture if I’d taken the time to dry off, but as far as I was concerned, there wasn’t enough time. A whole night with this goddess wasn’t enough for me, but I’d make the most of what I had.
“I can bum some condoms off of some of the other guys, I’m sure. It’s not like everyone is getting married,” I grinned, buttoning my jeans with a victorious cry. She tilted her head, and recognizing her expression, I quickly clarified. “I’m not the one tying the knot. I just threw this together for a pal of mine.”
“Well, that’s a relief. I guess we’re just lucky then, aren’t we? I didn’t expect to get any action from such a stud,” she began as she pulled herself out of the tub as well. She glanced around before grabbing a robe that was hanging nearby, pulling it around herself, and tying it closed. “I’ll come with you. I don’t want to be here all by my lonesome while you’re out…” she paused, tracing a finger down my cheek. “Wandering.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” I chuckled, but I didn’t ar
gue about her tagging along. Maybe if the guys saw what a score I’d made, they’d be willing to take one for the team. I knew I wasn’t the only one looking to get laid by any means, but I was fairly sure I was one of the few who’d actually lucked out. The two of us giggled like teenagers on prom night, slipping out of my hotel room as I tried to shush her. She only laughed harder, which made me laugh in turn, so I abandoned all attempts at keeping quiet. Taking her hand, I led her to the nearest room I knew one of my pals was staying in. I had no luck there; however, I wasn’t sure if the “Do Not Disturb” sign was to be believed.
“Your princess is in another castle,” she teased, but I only smirked back at her.
“What does that make you, then?” I retorted, pulling her along.
“Some sort of harlot, I suppose,” she chuckled, and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the only peach I’m interested in,” I said decisively, going to another room. Another knock at the door, this one missing the tell-tale sign. Unfortunately, we received no reply, even as she pounded her fist on the door.
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