by Marilyn
Once outside she was surprised when he walked her towards the parking lot instead of crossing to the motel. He stopped beside a late-model sedan and opened the passenger door for her.
She glanced towards the motel. “We can walk to the motel,” she pointed out.
He nodded. “I know but I thought you might like to take a drive first.”
She looked over her shoulder in time to see Mark walk across the parking lot to his vehicle. He gave a slight shake of his head.
She turned her gaze back to Carter. “We’ve both been drinking,” she reminded him. And honestly she had no interest in anything other than sex. Surely she must’ve made that clear by allowing him such delicious liberties. “Driving isn’t a good idea.”
“You’re right.” He pocketed his key fob, reclaimed her hand, and walked her over to the motel. Opening a door on the first level, he led her into a surprisingly large and luxurious living room/bedroom. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the coffee table in front of a sofa that looked big and comfortable enough to fuck on.
Knowing Mark was on the other side of the closed door made it easier to relax as she sank down onto the sofa.
He dimmed the lights and poured two glasses of wine before sitting beside her. “There’s cheese and dip in the refrigerator if you’d like some.”
She shook her head. The only thing she wanted was him inside her – ASAP. “No thanks.” After taking a quick sip from her glass, she sat it on the coffee table and turned to look at him.
A hint of gray caressed the temples of his short brown hair. His dark eyes smiled at her with the promise of an intimacy she could barely wait to experience. A mental image of him seated shirtless astride a big horse with long dark hair spilling over his shoulders intoxicated her senses.
Had he ever had long hair? Long or short, she would love running her fingers through his dark brown tresses as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and welcomed his cock into her pussy.
“Should we offer your friend a drink?”
Confused, she frowned. “Friend? What friend?”
He arched a brow and set his drink on the table. “Who is the man shadowing us?”
Oh hell. “What man?”
He narrowed his gaze. “The big white guy…the blond who followed us out of the bar.”
She moistened her lips. How much if anything should she admit?
“If you’re about to tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t bother,” he said. “Either he’s following us on your behalf or I need to go outside and kick his ass because he’s a stalker. Which is it?”
Damn. “He’s a friend of mine,” she finally admitted.
He arched a brow and stared at her in silence until she felt almost compelled to talk.
“Okay. Here’s the deal.”
“I’m listening.”
“He actually talked me into coming tonight. He promised that he’d stay close by, so I’d be safe.”
To her relief, his shoulders relaxed. “I see.”
“How did you know about him?”
“I used to be a detective. I know when I’m being followed.”
Great. He probably thought she was a hooker looking to sell her body. She moistened her lips. “I’ve never done anything like this before and I was… I am nervous and a little scared, but I am not a…”
“You’re not what?”
“A …a working girl.”
He gave her another long silent stare.
Annoyed that he apparently didn’t believe her, she compressed his lips. “If you don’t believe me…”
He shook his head slowly. “Of course I believe you. I worked vice for a while. I know a hooker when I see one.”
Thank God. Although it shouldn’t, his opinion mattered to her.
“And I can understand why you’d want to have some muscle in place.” He lifted a hand and brushed it against her cheek. “However, I can assure you that you’ll be perfectly safe with me.”
She was inclined to believe him but still intended to err on the side of caution. “I’m sure I will.”
“But?”
“But I’m not going to send him away.”
He nodded. “I can’t say I blame you. But he’d better be prepared to hear you getting the hell fucked out of you without interfering.”
Her pussy gushed. Oh, yeah, handsome.
He caressed the side of her neck. “Is he?”
“It was his idea,” she reminded him.
“Then we should be good to go. Right?”
When was he going to stop talking and fuck her? She nodded. “Yes.” Oh, yes.
Trailing his fingers down from her neck to touch her breasts, he leaned forward to touch his mouth to her ear. “Your perfume is almost as intoxicating as you are,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes, tilting her neck to the side. I’m yours for the taking. Take me and do whatever you want to me.
Still murmuring softly, he pressed his lips against hers in a slow, warm, insistent kiss that made her pussy gush and set her body aflame.
How wonderful to feel a man’s mouth burning with need again. She leaned into him, eager to pick up where they’d left off at in the bar. This time, instead of his fingers inside her, she wanted his cock.
Keeping his lips pressed against hers, he drew her to her feet.
Surprised, she drew back and blinked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Not a damn thing.” Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her and slowly began to grind his lower body against hers. “Dance with me, darling.”
Dance with him? Dancing wasn’t exactly at the top of her to–do list. Nevertheless, a part of her liked the idea that he didn’t plan to jump her bones with no pretense of romance. And darling? What other man could manage to make such an outdated endearment sound so sexy?
“I’d love to,” she said.
Although there was no music playing, he guided her around the room in a sensual slow dance.
That was nice, but she was ready for sex.
Just when she thought she’d have to make the first move again he bent to kiss her beneath her ear.
That’s it, handsome. Now let’s cut to the chase.
As he nibbled her neck, he slowly slid her zipper down.
She trembled with anticipation. “Please,” she whispered.
Lifting his head, he pushed the dress off her shoulders and down her body.
With her dress resting at her feet, she stood in front of him, naked except for her bra. Not that he allowed her to keep it on for more than a few seconds. Locking his gaze on hers, he reached out and quickly removed her front-fastening bra.
Her breasts spilled out and she tensed. He almost certainly would be used to women with perky, artificial breasts and firm bodies without an ounce of fat. So what would he think of her less than perfect body?
She was soon delighted to find that hers didn’t seem to suffer by the comparison.
He cupped his palms over her breasts, pinching and massaging her nipples.
It was sheer heaven to feel a man’s hands on her breasts again. She bit her lip to silence a series of moans.
“You have such lovely breasts,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss against each mound. “Soft, warm, and large. Damn.”
She tingled, loving the feel of his mouth against her nipples.
He kissed a moist path down her body. He knelt in front of her with his gaze locked on her slit.
Kira caught her breath and bit her lip. Her heart pounded. Oh Lord. Yes. Please.
Leaning forward, he kissed his way down from her stomach to her slit.
She clenched her hands at her sides, almost unable to bear the anticipation of his eating her.
With his mouth only inches away, a wave of desire engulfed her. It had been a lifetime since she’d had the pleasure of feeling a man’s lips on her pussy. The urge to curl her fingers in his hair and force his face against her flesh was nearly impossible to resist.
Almo
st as if he’d read her mind he leaned forward and rubbed his face against her.
Oh Lord! Yes! And yes again! He didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t shave her pubic hair.
He cupped his hands over her ass and pulled her closer.
Feeling his mouth and tongue on her pussy, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Taste me,” she whispered.
He caressed and massaged her ass cheeks. “I intend to,” he assured her seconds before he slid a hand around her body to part the folds of her slit.
“Eat me,” she pleaded. “Please.”
After kissing her pussy, he rubbed his tongue against her clit and slipped a finger inside her.
Oh. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Yes, yes!
He nibbled and sucked her clit as he fingered her with an insistent heat and pressure that made every nerve in her body feel as if it had been invaded by liquid fire.
Losing herself in a wave of pleasure, she curled her fingers in his hair and thumped at his face. “Oh… God… Don’t stop… Please… Don’t stop.”
In… out… in… out. Combined with the touch of his lips and tongue, the motion of his fingers created a cascade of wonderful sensations inside her. A coil of heat knotted in her belly seared her senses.
He gripped her ass cheeks and sucked hard on her clit while he fingered her ass.
Holy hell. She moaned, coming hard against his mouth.
Thrusting his tongue deep inside her, he lapped at her climaxing pussy for several luscious moments before sucking on her clit again.
The pressure on her clit intensified her orgasm. Her knees shook and she had to clutch his shoulders to keep from falling.
“It’s all right,” he said in the brusque voice. “Lean on me. I have you.”
Lean on him? If only the invitation extended for more than a few hours.
After steadying her, he quickly rose and undressed.
Still lost in the throes of her climax, she barely had time to admire his big masculine body before he slipped on a condom. Taking her hand in his he led her across the room.
Greedy for more pleasure, she reached over and closed her fingers around his shaft. Pleased with his length and girth, she slid her hand down to caress his balls. Soon she would make them erupt. “Nice. Very nice,” she whispered.
Removing her hand from his genitals, he positioned himself between her parted legs and then slowly but steadily drove his entire cock into her.
“Oh… God! At last!” With her pussy full of hard, thick cock, she clung to him trembling with lust.
Without slipping out of her, he eased her back against the door and gazed down at her.
She parted her lips, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “Take me,” she invited. “I’m yours.”
His eyes glittered with raw passion that seemed to permeate her entire nervous system; infusing it with a level of heat she’d never felt before. For several sweet moments, she wondered what it would have been like to be taken captive by him in the past. Then, she would probably have gone with him as willingly and as eagerly as she had tonight. Taking her wouldn’t have been anymore necessary in the past then it had been tonight.
“Yes. You are,” he spoke in a voice filled with passion. “And I am going to take you.” Then he clutched her ass and fucked his cock into her.
There was nothing in the world quite like a pussy full of cock–especially after long months of sexual deprivation. The only thing that mattered to her at that moment was to have him continue to fuck her. Hard and deep— as if hers was the only pussy in the world worth fucking.
He bent his head and drew her right nipple into his mouth as he clutched her ass in his palms. He drove his cock in and out of her—harder with each movement until she couldn’t quite catch her breath. Then, just as she feared he would come before she could experience her second orgasm, he reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit with increasing vigor until she came again.
Seconds later, he dug his fingers in her ass and she knew he was coming too.
She stroked her hands down his back as he came. That’s it, handsome. Spill your seed for me…every drop.
When he stopped coming, she kissed his chest.
Still inside her with his arms wrapped around her body, he leaned against her trapping her body against the door. “Damn.” He nibbled her neck and ear. “That was good, but then I knew it would be the moment I heard your voice and looked up into your beautiful eyes.”
She’d felt the same way the moment she saw him. “Did you?”
“Yes. You are one sexy woman.”
The husky quality in his voice as he spoke delighted her. She smiled, stroking her fingers down his back. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I do–because you are.” After massaging her ass cheeks and nuzzling her neck for several moments, he lifted his head and stepped away from her, allowing his cock to slide from her body.
She exhaled, feeling so incredibly empty.
“I want to lie in bed with you.” Taking her hand in his, he led her to the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress together.
As they had done earlier, they gazed at each other in silence, until she, fearful of what he would see in her gaze, closed her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
He drew her into his arms and held her close. “That was so damn good.”
So good, in fact, she longed to do it again and again. She parted her lips and clutched his big body close. Lord there was nothing as nice as lying in bed with the man who had just fucked you senseless–after eating your pussy with all the skill of a connoisseur.
He pressed a warm, slow kiss against her mouth.
They shared several sweet kisses and gentle caresses until she turned onto her side as her lids drooped. Of course, now that he’d been satisfied, he would move to the other side of the bed and turn his back to her.
Instead, he removed the condom and curled his body against her back.
A man who liked to cuddle after sex? Lord, could this night get any better? “Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“For holding me afterwards.”
“How could I want to do anything else after the pleasure you’ve given me?”
Lord, he knew how to play the game. She drifted to sleep with his arm cross her body and his lips against her neck.
* * *
Kira awoke later that night to find him sleeping beside her. After allowing herself a few moments to orientate herself and to be sure he was still asleep, she reluctantly got out of bed. Stopping to slip his discarded shirt over her nude body, she held it closed and tiptoed across the room to the door. She eased it open.
Mark immediately alighted from his darkened SUV that he’d parked directly outside the room she shared with Carter. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I am. What about you? Are you all right out here in the cold?”
He brushed his hand against the back of her cheek. “Don’t worry about me. If you’re all right, I am too.”
“I haven’t been this all right for long time,” she admitted her cheeks burning.
“I’m glad to hear it, but don’t forget this guy isn’t looking for a real relationship. He wants to fuck.”
She blushed but nodded. “I know, Mark.”
“Good, because I don’t want you hurt again.”
“I know he’s okay. He’s a former detective. You can go if you like.”
He shook his head. “Not a chance in hell of that happening. I’ll be spending the rest of the night out here just to be on the safe side.”
“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek and stepped back into the room, locking the door. After a quick glance at the bed, she tiptoed into the adjoining bathroom. When she emerged ten minutes later she stripped off his shirt and moved to stand over the bed looking down at him.
She couldn’t quite believe she’d just slept with a complete stranger. What she’d just done
was insane–deliciously so and she couldn’t regret it–at least not then.
He lay on his back. Unable to resist the urge, she stroked her fingers through his hair, slowly trailing it down the side of his neck to his chest.
To her surprise and delight, he suddenly reached out and took her hand in his. “Come back to bed.”
She nodded eagerly.
He urged her onto the mattress beside him.
She rolled onto her back.
He immediately stretched out on top of her, pinning her down.
What a lovely position to be in. When she parted her thighs, he slipped between them rubbing his cock against her belly.
A jolt of desire shuddered through her at the feel of his fully erect cock against her body. Lord she loved the man who went from a sound sleep to fully erect and ready to fuck without batting an eyelash. “Condom.”
“Give me a moment.” He slipped off the bed.
She admired his ass as he walked to the bathroom. It was firm and tight. She smiled, thinking how it would feel clenching and unclenching under her fingers as they fucked in the missionary position.
She was still smiling when he emerged from the bathroom five minutes later with a condom on. He looked like a man ready, able and willing to spend the rest of the night fucking her senseless. Bring that big hard boy to me, handsome.
She inhaled slowly and parted her legs, while her stomach muscles tightened in anticipation.
He joined her on the bed and slipped between her thighs. “I need to be inside you, again,” he whispered
“I need you inside me, again,” she responded. And again. She slipped her hands into his hair and drew his head down until their mouths touched. “Slide your big cock inside my pussy and fuck me.”
“You have no idea how much I want to do that.”
“Then do.” Pulling his tongue into her mouth, she reached between their bodies to close her fingers around his cock. Guiding it against her slit, she pushed her hips off the mattress. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his hard length, slowly sliding into her pussy.
When she had him deep inside her, she tightened herself around him.
“Damn. Who knew sex could be this good or intense?”
She had; the moment she saw him seated across the bar alone. Sheer lust had given her the courage to approach him after watching him rebuff so many other women’s attempts to pick him up.