by Sienna Blake
“Can’t wait.”
His hand came down again. Then again. I moaned into the sheets as I gripped on to them for dear life, every smack lifting the pain and the pleasure higher than the one before it. My body became a live wire, a taut bundle of fire and electricity. My pussy was throbbing now, swollen and wet, overripe from his assault. I braced for the next hit.
His hands spread my cheeks apart and his face pushed into me. The instant his tongue touched my folds I almost leaped off the bed. I was so sensitive it was almost unbearable.
His hands clamped on my hips. “Hold still. Or I’ll have to tie you down.” His threat sent a shiver through me, a mix of fear and desire. Me, tied down and completely in his power. I shouldn’t want that. But I did. How could I want something I feared?
He licked me again, this time with a firmer touch. Waves of pleasure knocked through my spine like a row of dominos. He groaned, the vibration rumbling through me. “You taste so good.” His flat, wet, warm tongue stroked along my crease. The pleasure rolling through me made my toes curl, drawing moans from my lips.
I had never really enjoyed oral sex. I had always felt too dirty, too exposed. It was too intimate to have a man’s nose and lips and eyes right there, pushing into my hidden pink flesh, taking my secret taste into his mouth and my woman’s scent into his lungs. Not with him. Not with Roman.
I gave in to the pleasure, to the vulnerability of having his face in my most private of parts, his nose and breath tickling my ass crack. He began to lick further and further back, painting me with the moisture of my sex and his mouth.
His tongue drew across the pucker of my behind. “No,” I gasped and clenched my ass, yanking my hips away from his face.
He tensed. “What did I say at the door?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “But I—”
“What did you agree to?”
Give in.
Jesus, was I really doing this? I inhaled long and deep and forced my muscles to relax. I eased my hips back towards him.
“Good girl. For that, you’re going to get a reward.”
Before I could speak his finger slid up my slit and found my clit, circling the sensitive spot in tiny circles. I let out a low moan and my body melted further towards him. His fingertip played at my entrance, strumming my pleasure strings like I was an instrument.
“Look at you. So wet. So needy.”
I moaned back in response, my ass tipping higher towards him so he could have more access to me.
“You ready for your reward now?”
My reward? I thought this was my reward.
He slid two fingers into me. I sucked in a breath. My width squeezed around them as he paused to give me a moment to settle. He curled his fingers towards the front of me and began to rub. A thick, tight pulse of intensity began to grow, originating from his fingertips. Magic fucking fingertips. I heard moaning, wild and wanton and careless to whoever heard them. It was coming from me. My hips jerked back towards him, begging for more as this ball of energy expanded and consumed me.
This time when he parted my ass cheeks with the fingers of his other hand and I felt his breath on my ass, I pushed back onto his tongue. He flicked it around the sensitive rim of my rosebud. The waves expanded from front and back, meeting together in an explosion of pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore.
An orgasm thundered over me before I knew what was happening, my body shuddering and my cries muffled into the sheets. His fingers played hard and fast inside me, urging me on further as he hummed with approval against me, the vibration skimming across my skin.
It felt like forever as the waves flowed over me again and again. I collapsed, my mind a complete blank. His fingers slid from my body and I let out a low moan. Come back. I felt empty without him.
Dear God. What the fuck just happened to me?
I felt his hands on me pulling me up to sit on my heels, leaning against his firm chest. I realized he was still clothed. We hadn’t even waited to get naked yet. He traced my lips with his fingers still wet with me. “Suck them. See how good you taste.”
I paused. I’d never done that. I’d never tasted myself.
“Jules?”
I remembered what I had agreed to. Yes to whatever he wants.
Gingerly, I licked the tips of his fingers. Musky with a hint of sweetness.
“More,” he demanded.
I opened my mouth and he slid his fingers inside of me, stroking my tongue and wiping my arousal all over my taste buds. I could almost feel his fingers inside my pussy again. It felt so dirty and bad, and I fucking loved it. I groaned, lapping at his fingers with my tongue, sucking them as he dragged his fingers out. I felt his length twitch against the small of my back.
Yes, that. That was what I wanted inside me. It felt so big and hard. I was more than ready.
“Lift up your arms.”
I did, my limbs still weak from my orgasm. I felt awkward and clumsy like a child. He pulled my dress up all the way off, careful not to pull my hair, before he dropped it off the side of the bed onto the carpet with a satisfying ripple of sound.
He made a satisfied noise in his throat. “Matching. I knew it.” His fingers traced the front of my bra, and I found myself arching into his palms, wanting his touch on me without the lace between us. “You knew before you came to meet me that we’d end up here.”
“I…” I couldn’t lie to him. He’d already seen right through me. My cheeks heated at his insight.
He didn’t give me time to be embarrassed. With one flick of his fingers, my bra was unhooked and I was fully naked, kneeling on the bed for him. “Fuck,” he hissed. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking me in, rolling openly and unashamedly over my body, leaving scorching trails across my already sensitive skin.
I heard his belt buckle clink behind me and I froze. My ear tuned in to the whispers of clothing being removed and discarded on the floor, every noise causing my skin to become even more sensitized until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shifted around to look at him.
He was glorious. Wide rounded shoulders to match his muscular arms, firm chest and a stomach of defined abs. And that V. Oh God, he had that V, a small birthmark on his lower left hip. His skin was smooth, tanned and taut, marked only by a puckered scar on his left chest.
My eyes fixed on his length. He was thick, straight, not too long. I felt my thighs begin to shake and I collapsed back on the bed, my arms barely holding me up as he towered over me now.
“I was going to drag this out,” he admitted, a foil packet already in his hand. “But you’ve had me hard since I first saw you.” He grinned. “That’s what the rest of the night is for. For now, I just need to fuck you.” He rolled the condom on his length and flicked the empty foil aside. He drew himself over me like a blanket, pushing my thighs apart, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me close. He shifted himself so that his tip was at my entrance and paused.
Everything around me came into sharp focus. I realized with a gasp that I was here with this man, a man so beautiful he would make angels cry. This wasn’t just possibility or a wistful daydream I had conjured up. This was truly happening. Somehow possibility and reality had twisted together to become one. What I was experiencing in the moment—his earthy cologne mixed with sweat, the weight of his body crushing mine, the pinwheels of electricity crackling through my body—was real. I was here. With Roman.
He sheathed himself inside me in one smooth movement. I gasped as I felt myself stretch to my limit. I’d never been so awake in my whole life. I felt thrust suddenly into a world of song and fire I never knew existed.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m not going to last.”
He began to drive in and out of me, hard and relentless. Just like our attraction, there was no easing into this. I could feel every inch of him. Our flesh slid and tugged, delicious friction beginning to reignite me again.
Oh my God. Was I going to come again?
He seemed to sense it. He pulled one
leg up over his shoulder and pushed in deeper. I tensed, my body already starting to tighten and clench around him as he drilled into me.
The second orgasm slammed through me, starting almost abruptly. I cried out partly from surprise, but mostly from the intensity of the feeling thundering through me. Every muscle in my body tensed as if electricity was shooting through me. My fingers and toes curled. He let out a loud groan and his body jerked. I felt him pulsing inside me. It felt like he was feeding me his orgasm, doubling it. Waves of pleasure knocked back and forth between us, on and on, our twin cries and our breaths twisting around each other.
If I’d known sex could be this good, perhaps I would have had more sex instead of applying myself to my career. Even as I had this thought, I dismissed it. I knew, deep down, this was not just sex.
He let my leg down and collapsed onto me, holding his weight up with his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his wide, warm back. I breathed in his spicy woody cologne and the hint of sweat and sex, letting the deepest, fullest sense of satisfaction cover me like a blanket. His nose brushed lightly along my neck. He was smelling me too. He let out a low long sigh.
“That’s never happened before,” I whispered to myself.
He lifted himself up and pulled off the condom before coming down beside me. His eyes roamed over me, still naked, making me want to pull the sheets up over me.
“You mean…” he leaned in closer as if he were about to share a secret, our faces enclosed in this private space of our warm, sweet breaths. There was a sparkle in his beautiful dark eyes. “Actual sex?”
I poked his side and he flinched with a short laugh. The man was ticklish. Interesting.
“No, you ass.” I poked him again.
“Stop that or I’ll be forced to punish you.”
“Don’t make fun of me again or I’ll be forced to punish you.” I poked him again to make a point. I really enjoyed watching him squirm.
He rolled on top of me. “I think we need to call a truce.”
“The only time someone calls the truce is when he’s about to lose.” I tried to poke him again.
He grabbed my hand, threading his fingers through mine and holding it down over my head so I couldn’t do it again. “I’m merely giving you an option of a truce to be a gentleman. I don’t lose.”
He was too strong. And he was cheating, using his weight to hold me down. Being pinned down should inspire fear in me. Instead, I felt the heat rushing to my core. Again. Dear God. What was he doing to me?
He smirked at me, smugness clear on his face.
I rolled my eyes, but a small smile pulled at my lips.
“Now that I’ve clearly lost against you,” he said, “you were saying… what hadn’t you ever done before?”
I chewed my lip, wondering if I dared to reveal my secret.
He raised his eyebrow. “I’ve been inside you, Jules. I’ve had my fingers, drenched in your come, shoved down your throat and my tongue in your asshole. Are you really going to be self-conscious now?”
Fair enough. “Coming twice,” I blurted out. “I’ve never come twice in a night.”
A smirk appeared on his face. “Safe to say then you’ve never come three times in a night.”
“No,” I squeaked as his hips began to grind against me again, his length hardening. He grinned, wicked and salacious, the hunger clear in his eyes. I wasn’t the only one ready to go again.
“Challenge accepted.”
9
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Roman
I had the most incredible dream. I dreamed I had an angel in my arms. She saw past the darkness that shrouded me. She wrapped her light around me and bathed me in warmth. She absolved me of all my sins.
I slept more soundly than I had in a long time.
I woke to the feeling of a warm body against me, silky hair against my chest, soft warmth along my side making a heat trickle into my lower body.
Julianna.
I let her stay the night.
I never let them stay.
Sometime during the night, I had grabbed her and pulled her against me. And I hadn’t let her go. I opened my eyes. The early afternoon light was streaming through the window, highlighting the Presidential Suite’s honey wood and cream décor in a soft glow. The expensive sheets were twisted around us. Half the blankets and pillows had been kicked off the bed. I spotted the broken lamp I’d knocked off the bedside table last night. Last night… Already my mind was filling with images from last night, making my cock ache. Jesus Christ. Last night…
I’d had my fair share of one night stands and flings. Last night blew them all away. Meeting someone who set your body on fire with one touch—one searing look, one whispered word—came along less than a handful of times in a lifetime. She would not be someone I’d forget that easily.
I looked down at her sleeping face, careful not to move so as not to wake her. I wondered if she knew how gorgeous she was. I doubted it. Despite her bravado and confidence last night, I could sense she was unaware of how devastatingly beautiful she truly was. Her long dark lashes almost reached the top of her polished cheekbones, a perfect tiny brown mole over her pouty mouth, naturally crimson and slightly parted. She barely had any makeup on her face, I realized. None of that foundation shit that always smeared across my pillows. Just a touch of mascara darkened her lashes.
She looked younger when she slept. Her features were soft and full. Without her shields up, she was as vulnerable as a babe in my arms. My heart clenched. If only I could protect this very part of her. She wouldn’t need her shields if she had me. She wouldn’t need to be so tough all the time. Or in control all the time.
“Are you watching me sleep?” she mumbled even as her eyelids remained closed.
I grinned. Busted. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you find it sweet or creepy.”
Her eyes flickered open and she blinked a few times before she glanced around. “Damn, this is a nice hotel suite.”
“Funny enough, it’s the same suite as last night,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “I was too busy last night to notice it.”
Damn straight. “You did seem very distracted.”
“Whose fault was that?” She rubbed her eyes and pushed the hair from her cheeks. She stretched out her legs, the soft skin of her toned thighs brushing along my side, stirring the need for her again. “What time is it?”
I stiffened and my fingers gripped onto her involuntarily. “You have somewhere to be?”
She glanced over to me. “No…but it’s not very productive laying around in bed all day.”
“I can think of a few productive things to do to you in bed today.”
“Roman—”
I shut her up with a deep kiss. I’d fuck her until she forgot that she needed to be anywhere but right here with me. Over me. Under me. All around me. It took a second before she melted against me. Her submission sent a surge of blood to my lower half. She was mine.
Not for long, an annoying voice inside me said. You’re leaving tonight.
Fuck tonight. There was only now.
I rolled over her, my erection against her soft folds, my chest pressing against her breasts. I latched my mouth onto hers like she was my only source of oxygen. When her soft tongue rubbed against mine, it sent my head spinning. I rubbed my aching cock against her growing wetness, her little moans urging me on. I could feel the animal inside me breaking loose. I was going to lose my fucking mind.
Everything about her, the way my fingers sank into her soft skin, the shape of her as she fit against me, the taste of her come still on my tongue, all conspired to drive me crazy. I wanted to fuck every single one of her holes until she was hoarse from screaming. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that the stains would never wash off. I wanted to tear her beautiful body apart.
Slow down, you selfish fucker.
I tore my mouth off her,
sucking in air, trying to take hold of my senses. I didn’t want to scare her. I don’t know why I cared so much but I did. I needed a new plan. A new position. Before I totally lost my shit and ripped her apart.
“Roman?” I could hear the question in her voice. Why did I stop?
If you only knew what you were doing to me.
I rolled us over, crushing her to me with my arm until I was on my back and she was straddled over me. She pushed herself up so she could look at me, her eyes on me, waiting, like such a good girl, for my next instructions. She had fought me last night when I had pushed against her boundaries. This morning, she was as open and curious as a newborn doe. Last night I had given her body what it needed and more. Now she trusted me with it completely. She’d let me do anything to her now.
I reached up to cup her breast, rolling a thumb over her nipple, making it pebble. She let out a moan. “I want to watch you fuck me,” I said.
A look of happiness stole across her face in the form of a shy smile. My heart gave out a little kick. She reached between us and wrapped her soft hand around my erection. I was already wet from the juices soaking out of her. She used her fist to spread it all along my length. I grinned to myself. There was a dirty girl inside of her. She just needed me to coax it out.
She positioned herself over me and slid herself down. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Sweet mother of mercy, she was so damn tight and warm, the only piece of sweet heaven reserved for a devil like me.
She settled her hips down to the hilt and gasped. “I don’t know whether I’ll ever get used to the size of you.”
I fucking hoped not.
She moved slowly at first, her hips lifting and rolling down onto me, her tiny soft hands running over my chest and abs as if she didn’t know which part of me to hold on to. I loved the way she bit her lip as she tried to hold in her groans, the way her perfect round breasts bounced, her lickable nipples peeking through her hair.
She began to speed up, causing the pressure in my body to build. I kneaded her ass and ground my hips up to meet hers. Fuck, I had to stop touching her before I lost control. Usually, I’d be grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me faster. I didn’t. I reached up, grabbed the headboard and held on, my knuckles going white.