by Zoey Derrick
My breathing hitches when I grasp him in my hand. He’s huge. Well, at the very least, wide. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him and I use the leverage I have inside his pants with my other hand on the outside to push his pants down his legs. When his cock springs free, I can’t stop my eyes from wandering south and taking in the full package.
His hair is trimmed short and his cock is- “Wow,” I breathe.
He pushes a stray hair behind my ear and smiles. “The same is said about you.” His hand trails down my neck, over my collarbone and the swell of my breast while gently brushing his fingers over my nipple. The sensation sends goose bumps flying across my skin and both nipples harden.
The sensation sends new determination through me and I quickly lose control. My body drives what happens next as I lower myself to my knees and look at him through my eyelashes while I push his jeans down farther. He toes off his shoes then steps out of his jeans. He’s standing before me naked. His body is gorgeous, accented by a couple of tattoos along his left thigh. I run my hands up his thighs while keeping my eyes on his.
His eyes roll up the second my hands wrap around his cock and stroke upward. His breathing hitches when I flick my tongue across the tip and his hands slide into my hair, holding me in place. His fingers tighten on my scalp and I lean forward, licking his cock, stroking it up and down while I wrap my mouth around the head.
He hisses through his teeth. “You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes and I smile as I swallow him as far as he’ll go. Once there, I move my tongue and swallow farther, bringing him to the point of choking me before I pull back. I gasp for air before taking him back down my throat. “Fuck,” he groans and his hips start moving forward, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth in short little spurts.
My pussy throbs.
I take him all the way in again, holding my breath and swallowing him a couple of times before releasing him with a gasp. “Fuck me,” I moan.
He tugs gently on my hair, coaxing me to stand. Once there, his lips slam against mine and my desire for him sky rockets. My pussy is soaking wet, clutching desperately for something that isn’t there and I want to cry out in frustration. It’s like he senses my need for him because suddenly his hand is in between my legs sliding through my slit. I moan into his mouth as he pushes me backwards, searching blindly for the bed.
My legs hit the bed and he pushes me down, breaking our kiss and all contact with my body. I reach for his cock, but he pulls away before lowering himself on his knees, between my legs.
I’m spread wide and his hot tongue is sears into my slit and my clit throbs as his tongue flicks relentlessly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. My legs begin to twitch with the pressure and motion of his tongue. His hand comes between my legs and starts tracing the seam of my folds before sliding a finger inside of me. I cry out. My orgasm builds faster than I anticipated. “More. God, please, I need more.”
He adds a second finger inside me, scissoring them, spreading me open, stretching me before he slides them all the way in. I feel the flicker of his fingertips against my g-spot and my back arches off the bed. My hands cup my breasts and roll my nipples between my fingers. The new wave of pleasure shoots through me and I explode all over his fingers. My orgasm takes me higher than I’ve ever been before. My body starts to tremble as he pushes me up the bed and climbs between my legs.
I open my eyes to see him tear open a condom wrapper with his teeth before pulling the rubber disc from its casing. I watch with rapt attention as he rolls the rubber down his shaft. I lift myself to my elbows, desperate to watch him slide inside me.
He slides the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating the tip with my juices before he starts to push inside me. My eyes roll up and a tingling sensation I’ve never felt before radiates throughout my body as he slowly claims me.
He slides all the way to the hilt. His pelvic bone presses against my hypersensitive clit, making my eyes close and my arms give out. He grabs me behind the knees, lifting my legs up so he has better, deeper access and he pushes in deeper as my body shifts.
“Oh God,” I moan when he pulls back just a little. The ridge of the head brushes along my g-spot. The sensation is so intense, another orgasm balances just below the surface.
“Play with those tits for me,” he grunts as he pulls out and slams back into me.
I oblige him. The sensation makes my body tremble again as he withdraws from my depths and pushes back inside, this time harder and faster.
His pace quickens and my orgasm is right on the verge. The edge so close I can taste it. He knows it too because he starts pinching my clit. Stars explode behind my eyes as my orgasm takes me over the edge.
He doesn’t stop. His pace slows and his hips become more fluid in their motion as he works my orgasm from my body. Drawing it out in a way I’ve never known before this. Everything is new and different. I open my eyes to meet his lust filled orbs. It’s like finding light in the darkness. For the first time in my life, I feel safe and adored by a man I barely know.
The realization sends a shiver through me and his pace increases again. “Come for me, please,” I beg him.
His thumb starts to circle my clit as his pace increases. His movements become jerky and uncoordinated and his eyes roll up and his head lulls back as the sensation of my pussy grasping at his cock, milking him, registers and his thumb picks up its pace. My third orgasm sits on a fine ledge, ready for him to come with me. I reach my hands up and run them along his chest and pinch his nipples between my fingers.
He grunts, and slams into me, hard. Then pulls out and slams in again. He’s growling like an animal as his orgasm consumes him, tipping me over the edge for the third time.
* * *
“Where are you going?” Sleepy eyes meet mine as I sit on the side of the bed after gathering my clothes to get dressed to leave.
I reach over and cup his cheek before leaning down and kissing him softly. “Home,” I breathe.
His arms wrap around my waist not wanting to let me go. “It’s three in the morning,” he groans. I don’t want to leave, but I know if I don’t, this isn’t going to be pretty. “Stay with me.”
I smile at him. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” he asks. His voice is soft, sleepy.
“Because…” I don’t finish the sentence. I don’t know how to tell him I have no idea how to sleep with a man. That I have no idea what it’s like to wake up next to someone in the morning.
He releases me before sliding to the opposite side of the bed and climbing off. I look away from him, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes because I’m leaving. I pull my jeans on before putting my bra back on. I purposefully left my panties on the floor. I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to leave something for him. I pull my shirt over my head and slip back into my heels.
“Running solves nothing, you know?” His voice is soft and distant. He’s on the other side of the room and I stand up to face him. He’s back in his jeans.
“I’m not running. I have to go.”
“No, Livi, you don’t.”
There’s that nickname again. “My name is Becca.”
“Go ahead, lie to yourself all you want, but tell me, Livi, do you want to leave?”
He’s baiting me, I know he is. “Yes,” I state before folding my arms across my chest. “You know why I came here tonight.”
He gives me a humorless chuckle before stepping out of the shadows. “No, darlin’, I don’t know why you came here tonight.”
I try not to let the tone of his voice get to me, but the backs of my eyes start to prickle. “Bryan…I…” I can’t find any words to say to him. I’ve never felt passion or desire like I have with this man and I want nothing more than to have it again, but I can’t. That’s not how this works. At least not for me. “It was good to see you again,” I say before moving toward the door. He steps between me and my exit. His proximity sends a spark of awareness through me. My body hums with the desire
to touch him, lick his chest…
“I’m not a john, Livi.”
My eyes meet his, and I don’t hide the pain I feel at his words. “Why in the fuck would you think that?”
“Because you’re leaving, you’re running, just like I’m sure you do with every man you’ve ever been with. I am not one of them.”
“I never said…”
His lips press against mine and my train of thought is lost the instant our lips touch. My resolve falters a little more.
I can’t stay.
I pull away from him, fighting hard to maintain the guise that his kiss didn’t affect me and fail. “Keep lying to yourself.” His eyes narrow at me.
“You know nothing about me,” I snap at him.
“I know that running away is the only way you think you can handle this. The only way you can justify it to yourself. You think by running out the door that you can put me behind you like you have every other man you’ve ever slept with.”
Anger boils in my blood and I narrow my eyes back at him. “If you were any other man, you’d be paying me.”
He reaches into his back pocket and produces a wad of cash. “That can be arranged.”
My reaction surprises both of us when I slap him across the face. The action forces him to move out of the way of the door and I open it. I get three steps before he grabs my wrist, spins me around and slaps something in my hand before slamming the door in my face. I look down and see the cash in my hand. “You son of a bitch!” I shout before throwing the entire stack of money, a good four or five grand, against his door. A small thud follows and the money goes flying everywhere before I turn on my heel and leave his hotel room, slamming it shut on my way out.
I run straight into Liam’s chest and I start fighting him. Throwing my fists at his chest, tears streaming down my face, the works. “Let me go,” I scream.
“Calm the fuck down, Livia.”
“Go to hell.” I connect my knee to his balls and he releases me. I press the elevator down button and it’s there for me immediately and I step inside.
Liam’s pain filled eyes meet mine and I want to apologize to him, but I can’t and then the door closes.
LIAM
“Bryan!” I shout as I step into the hotel room. I don’t hear anything as I walk into the living room area of the suite, but I see money scattered on the floor near the door of his bedroom. “Bryan!” I shout again.
The door flies open. “What?” he snaps.
“What the fuck happened in here?” He looks around the floor at his feet at the money.
“Fuck,” he groans before running his hand through his hair. A sign he’s frustrated and not one he uses often. Now I know something happened in that room.
“Talk to me?”
“I overreacted.”
“That’s obvious, lad, but why?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “She was leaving, it pissed me off.”
“So you tried to pay her off?”
“She was treating me like one of her johns. So…”
“You treated her like a whore,” His eyes meet mine and the unspoken words are there in the pain I can see. “That girl has a lot of baggage. Are you sure it’s worth all this?” I ask him sincerely.
“Considering I haven’t stopped thinking about her since we were here in February? Or taking into account the fact that I’ve never felt like this before? Yeah, Liam, it’s worth it.”
“Then stop her.”
He snorts a laugh, “How?”
“Valet.”
I watch as recognition lights his eyes and he runs into his room for the phone. I lean over, putting my hands on my knees as I work through processing the burning in my balls from her knee to my dick.
“They’re delaying her,” he tells me as he races past me then skids to a stop. “What’s wrong with you?”
“There was once a point in knowing her that I doubted her ability to take care of herself. Between the gun in my back and the knee to my nuts, I’m pretty sure she’s covered.”
“She…” he bursts out laughing. “I knew I needed this woman in my life,” he says as he leaves the suite. I head for the shower in my room and my bed.
BRYAN
Of all the idiotic fucking things I’ve done in my life, this is by far the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Hoping to stop her from leaving is the second idiotic thing I’ve done.
I don’t know why I got so hot when she wanted to leave. I should have known she would, but I guess somewhere along the line we went from being two people meeting and hooking up to being an unattached one night stand.
This doesn’t work for me.
The elevator finally arrives on the lobby level and I race toward the automatic doors and out into the warm June night, sans shoes, but I did pull on a t-shirt before leaving the suite.
As soon as I’m clear of the doors I start searching for her, looking from side to side, but I don’t see her, I don’t see anyone.
I run to the valet stand to my right and find no one is at the window. I step around the corner to see her standing there impatiently waiting for her car. She drops a cigarette on the ground and stomps it out.
“I didn’t take you as a smoker,” I say as I approach her.
She whips around to look at me standing there, disheveled and desperate. Her eyes roam up and down my body. “You should go put some shoes on. You’ll cut your feet.”
I shake my head. “You should come back upstairs so we can talk.”
“Is this your doing?”
“What?” I ask when she spreads her arms out in a gesture of ‘look around, moron’. I blush a little at her accurate accusation. I shrug. “Maybe. I wanted a chance to apologize.”
“You’re a man of resources, Mr. Hayes. I’d imagine between you and Liam, you’ll have me tracked down in no time.”
“Aye, Liam is good at finding people, especially those who don’t want to be found.” I cock an eyebrow at her. “Though you seem to be the elusive one in that group.”
“Good,” she states simply before turning to face me head on. “I like it that way.”
“For reasons you’re still not going to explain to me?” I ask.
“Nope, again, you’re a man of resources, I’m sure you can figure it out faster than I can tell you about it.” She takes a few steps toward me and remembering how Liam ended up, I fight the urge to cover my crotch, but the idea of pissing her off isn’t at the top of my to-do list right now. I’ve already done enough damage. “You wanted to apologize, so apologize.” Her tone is cold, hard, and unforgiving.
“Upstairs,” I counter.
She shakes her head. “No, then I’ll be right back down here and the poor valet man will have to go hunting for my car again. Though I don’t imagine it’s this difficult to find.”
I shrug. “He’s probably taking a break around the corner.” I give her a playful smirk.
“Well then, Mr. Hayes, I’m waiting.”
“Will my apology mean anything?”
She shrugs and takes another step forward. “Perhaps.” There is a mischievous grin playing at her lips. “Then again, I am just a whore after all.”
“Livi, don’t.”
She takes the last three steps she needs to be standing close to me. Her scent assaults me. The smell of Becca and vanilla and sex fills my nostrils and my mind races back to my bedroom. “You, Mr. Hayes, have not earned the right to call me that.”
I give her a smirk. “Maybe, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who wants to use it. So, where were we?”
“Nowhere,” she smirks then snakes her arm around my neck, pulling me down to her mouth. She flicks her tongue across my lips before planting a warm, passion-fueled kiss against my lips and my breathing goes ragged.
The kiss lasts but a moment before her car comes around the corner and I feel her body shift into position and I put my hands down, blocking her knee to the groin and knocking her off balance. I manage to wrap my arms around her waist before she f
alls to the ground. “Next time you want to knee someone in the balls, don’t get his friend first.” I give her an evil grin. “Now, about that apology.” I straighten up, but I don’t let her go. I simply wrap my arms around her, holding her to me.
To anyone else, we look like lovers saying good-bye. Anyone standing close enough to hear us will think we’re insane. “You, Livia, are not a whore. Nor will I ever treat you as such.”
“Too late, big buy, you already have. Now, let me go before I cause a scene.”
“No, I didn’t. You treated me like every other john, every other man you’ve ever been with. The only difference here, Livia, is that I actually care about you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough to know I care about you, I care about what happens to you, and most importantly, I want to see nothing bad happen to you, ever.”
“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Mr. Hayes. No one cares about me.” She pries herself from my arms and beelines toward her car as the valet tosses her keys to her like it’s a well-coordinated effort before she speeds off.
Reality dawns on me.
Nothing about tonight was special between the two of us. She’s been here before, she’s… “God damn it!”
“Can I help you, sir?” the valet guy says.
“No, no you can’t.” I turn to go back inside and spin back around. “Wait, maybe you can. Her…” I nod my head toward where the car was parked. “How often does she come here?”
“A couple nights a week, sometimes more. Why?” His voice is devoid of any emotions whatsoever and my heart turns to ice in my chest.
“Thanks,” I mutter and turn to head back inside.
“If it helps, I haven’t seen her here in quite a while.”
I turn back toward the kid and stare him down. “Define ‘quite a while’?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. It was cooler, maybe back in January or February.” His eyes roll up in his head as he thinks. “She had a room here for a few nights, something about her roommate was pissing her off. I remember her coming back late one Saturday and someone was following her. She’d said something about going to a concert, some country guy at a bar on the west side.”