Once again grabbing her buttocks, he straightened, pulling her legs up around his waist. But he didn’t try to enter her. He just allowed his upper body to sag against her, the pressure of his weight holding her against the door. “I’m clean, too, Leah. I had myself checked out six months ago, even though I didn’t need to be. I haven’t been with a woman for three years.”
“Three—“shock ripped the rest of her sentence from her throat. Three years?
“Not since that day I held you on the beach.”
“Oh, my God. Clay—“She didn’t know what to say.
His laugh was a short bark. “Not from lack of trying, either. At least at first. I went to clubs…tried to scene…no one appealed to me.”
She just stared at him. He hasn’t been with a woman since the day he met me on the beach! She lifted her hands to frame his face. The turmoil in his smoky black eyes was reflected in hers. “Clay…” It just slipped out, a sigh so soft it was barely heard. “I haven’t been with anyone for that long either.”
His hands flexed on her buttocks. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” he admitted. “But you were more than just a mere memory. It was like you had become a part of me. Like you had been imprinted on my heart, on my very soul.” He paused. “This was meant to be, Leah—this—you and me. I don’t understand it. I can’t explain it. But ever since that day, you have belonged to me. I thought I had lost you forever, but now that I’ve found you again, I’m never letting you go. So, if you have any reservations about this, tell me now, before I take you. Because once I take you I’m never going to stop. I won’t be able to stop. Do you want that, Leah?”
She couldn’t speak—could only form one single word in her mind. Yes
“Are you ready for me now?”
Yes! She was so wet, she was dripping onto the floor.
Yes! Oh, God, yes!
He flexed his hips against hers, sliding his cock up and down her slit, bathing it in her slippery juices, coating it with her lust. “You like that?”
She just moaned and gave a delicate little shudder.
“God, I love those little sounds you’re making, but I need them to be louder.” He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck, sending his lips and tongue on a tour of her ear, licking and sucking and making her shiver and squirm and utter little squeals of passion. “That’s better. But I want you to be louder still.”
He adjusted her hips so the head of his cock was resting at the entrance to her vagina.
Leah sucked in her breath and held it as if she were preparing for a deep-water dive. She pressed back against the door, her entire body tight with anticipation.
With a roll of his hips, his cock head parted her succulent flesh, sliding into her around two inches. Jesus Fucking H. Christ, she’s tight! Pausing to catch his breath, he pulled out around halfway and thrust again, this time penetrating her a little farther. Her rippling muscles squeezed him like a fist, ripping a groan from the depths of his throat. He repeated the process several times until finally he was fully seated within her, his balls tapping gently against her asshole. With a sigh he lowered his forehead to hers. Both were damp with sweat.
Leah was nearly sobbing with a mixture of pain, relief, and frustration. Pain because, geez, he was so big, stretching her pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. Filling her as she’d never been filled before. Relief because he had finally penetrated her, frustration because he was just resting there, not moving. And she desperately needed him to move. “Please, Clay,” she begged, trying to push her hips forward to get him to start thrusting, “please…please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
But her efforts proved fruitless. His hands on her ass kept her firmly in place, his cock throbbing deep inside her. “All in good time, my love. You’re so goddamn tight! But when I do fuck you, I want you to scream for me.” His voice was little more than a growl. “I want you to scream your pleasure. And I want you to scream out my name so everybody within a five-block radius of this hotel will know who’s giving you that pleasure.”
A shuddering moan ripped from her throat. God, the words he used! Nobody had ever talked to her like this before. She didn’t even know people did talk like this. She just knew that it stoked her arousal so high, she feared the fire flowing through her veins would incinerate her. She released a shaky sigh as he flexed his hips backward, slowly withdrawing until only the flared head remained inside her.
Shifting his grip on her bottom, Clay removed one hand and reached between their bodies. With a powerful roll of his hips, he drove his full length back into her just as he pushed his thumb against her clit. She shrieked, releasing a series of shuddering pants in an effort to drag air into her lungs. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Scream for me.” He began pumping his hips, thrusting in and out, his thumb circling her clit so hard she let out another squeal of pure pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before and she didn’t think she would survive long enough to feel it ever again.
Clay increased both the force and the speed of his thrusts, looking down to watch the lascivious sight of his cock pummeling in and out of her pussy, slamming her against the door. The room echoed with their cries and moans and the unmistakably wet, sucking sounds of sex as his flesh slapped against hers.
Leah felt something inside her body coiling, growing tighter and tighter. “Clay…”it was a shivery little moan.
“Louder,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he neared his climax. “Get ready to come, Leah. I’m so goddamn close. Call my name.”
“Clay.”
‘Louder.”
“Clay!” The coil was tightening, her entire body becoming rigid as she arched her neck and back. “Clay!”
“Louder, Leah.” He was thrusting even faster, circling her clit like mad. “They can’t hear you in the lobby. Let everyone know that I am the man giving you all this pleasure. Get ready, love, get ready to come on my command.”
“Clay!”
“Now, Leah! Now! Come now!”
“Claayy!” Her body surged upward, as she dragged oxygen to the bottom of her lungs and held it there until she thought they were going to burst. Then they did burst. “Clay! Clay! Claaaaayyyy!” She exploded in a cataclysm of burning fire, scintillating light and a shrill, ululating sound that she only belatedly realized was her own voice screaming at the top of her lungs, “Claaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!” She felt Clay’s penis grow and thicken within her, then he, too, was coming. Crying out, he ground his groin hard against her sex, his body rigid as his hot seed erupted into the condom in burst after burst of pleasure.
Desperate for oxygen, Leah sucked in another huge breath, only to release it in another scream as another release catapulted through her, convulsing her pussy over and over until finally the spasms slowed to mere tremors that left her slumped against the door, dripping with sweat, sobbing, and gasping for air. Good thing Clay was holding her up, because her bones had dissolved.
But Clay was having his own problems. Both his arm and leg muscles were suddenly so weak they were shaking, and he feared he was in imminent danger of dropping her, so he hitched her up and turned to carry her over to the bed, his cock still buried in her cunt. Except he’d forgotten his jeans were still pooled around his ankles and he tripped, nearly dropping her.
She shrieked and threw her arms around his head while he struggled to regain his balance. “It’s okay, it’s okay, baby, just hang on.” Blinded by the death grip she had on his head and the fact that she seemed to be trying to climb up him like a pole, he spread his legs to keep the fabric taut between them so he wouldn’t trip, and shuffled toward the bed in an awkward duck-walk, a task made even more difficult by the fact that by now she was laughing her head off. Unable to see, he was unaware that one of Leah’s shoes had gotten caught up in the swath of his jeans, until he tried to change direction and stumbled over it. In a desperate attempt to keep from falling to the floor, he flung himself sideways toward the bed.
But he wasn’t as close as he thought he was and nearly wound up sliding off the mattress onto the floor. With a superhuman effort he rolled onto his back and, gave a powerful push with his legs, managing to scoot himself far enough onto the bed that he was no longer in any danger of falling off. Another push sent his ass firmly onto the mattress and he stopped, panting like a long distance runner, one arm flung over his eyes, with Leah lying on top of him, straddling his hips. By this time he was laughing, too, his chest heaving and bouncing her up and down. “Oh, my God!” he cried when he’d finally caught his breath enough to speak. “Good thing none of my teammates were here to see that! If they had been, I’d be kicked off of the Uber-Macho, Alpha-Male Commando Precision Drill Team for sure!” Sliding his arms around her back, he pulled her down onto his chest and buried his face against her neck and inhaled deeply before pressing his lips to her sweat-damp skin. By some miracle, they were still connected, his cock kept unbelievably hard by the contracting of her muscles around him with every laugh.
Finally she levered herself up to look down at him, her hair in wild disarray around her head, like a cloud of spun gold. “Well, you could always sign up for the Uber-Macho, Alpha-Male Commando Gymnastics Team instead because that was certainly…acrobatic,” she teased, laughter lurking still in the corners of her eyes.
“Yes, I’m thinking of joining the circus,” he said snidely, “taking the act on the road.”
“I’d buy a ticket,” she said, her eyes widening as she felt him thicken and grow within her sheath. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh,” he said, reaching one hand between them to secure the condom at the base of his twitching cock. “I’ve got to take this thing off before it starts leaking,” he warned, struggling to sit up. “C’mon, baby,” he said, patting the outside of her thigh. “Let’s go get a shower.” He lifted her off of him, bending forward to finally toe off his shoes and shuck off his jeans, kicking them across the floor out of his way. Gloriously, unabashedly naked, he stood and held out his hand.
Placing her hand in his, she let him pull her up and lead her to the bathroom. She stood while he turned on the shower and tested the water temperature. Then he held the shower curtain aside to let her step in. “Oh, my God,” she groaned, shivering in pleasure as the spray hit her body. Moving closer, she lifted her face and let the hot water cascade down over her head.
Clay climbed in behind her, opening one of the little complimentary bottles of shampoo the motel provided. Pulling her back toward him, he squeezed it over her head and began to work it into her hair. She stood there, eyes closed, uttering little moans of pleasure as he massaged her scalp with his fingers. Then he pushed her back under the water and thoroughly rinsed out the suds. “Switch places with me.”
She let him maneuver them so that his back was being pummeled by the force of the spray and she was at the rear of the tub facing him. She let her eyes roam over him in appreciation. His chest was broad, with well-defined pecs, washboard abs, and a deep v-cut arrowing downward to his groin. His cock was erect, curving up toward his belly, his pendulous balls dangling below it. His skin was a uniform dark, coppery bronze, with no tan lines to mar the effect, and completely hairless. His legs, thighs and deeply-veined arms were powerful, but he wasn’t muscle-bound, like a body builder. Instead his musculature was sleek, lithe, like the coiled strength of a predatory cat. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, eyes narrowing. She watched as he lathered his hands with the tiny bar of hotel soap and proceeded to wash her, starting with her face and working down to her feet. He lingered lovingly at her breasts, plumping them, kneading them, bending his head to take each nipple into his mouth and sucking them, before lathering them thoroughly. When he got to her mound, he knelt in front of her, tapping the insides of her thighs to get her to spread her legs. She sucked in her breath as he slid the edge of his soapy hand down the furrow of her slit.
“Sore?” he asked, stilling his movements.
“No, no, just…a little sensitive.”
He grinned. “Good. Sensitive I can work around. Sore…” He clucked his tongue and shook his head. “That might have forced a change in plans.”
“You have plans?” she teased.
“Of course. As soon as we dry off, we’re going to bed, whereupon I will eat your delectable pussy until you’ve had multiple orgasms, then I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out.”
Oh, yeah. She grinned. “It’s good to have plans.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
As soon as he was done washing her, he pushed her under the spray to rinse off, while he quickly washed and rinsed himself. Shutting off the water, he helped her out to stand on the bathmat. He dried her first, then himself. Then he patted the counter. “Hop up.”
She jumped up and let out a small squeal as her heated flesh landed on the cold laminate of the bathroom counter, watching as he filled the basin with hot water. Taking the wrapper off the safety razor provided by the motel, he dropped a washcloth in the basin. Finally her curiosity got the better of her. “What are you doing?”
He put out his hand, palming her mound. “I’m shaving you here. As lovely as your curls are, I like my pussies clean-shaven. Have you ever waxed or shaved here before?”
She shook her head, uncertainty in her eyes.
Wringing out the cloth, he unfolded it and placed it over her mound, making her jump. “You okay?”
“Hot.”
“It’s supposed to be.”
He reheated it and placed it on her three more times. Then he took the washcloth and lathered it up with soap, using practically the entire bar to make lots of thick, rich suds. “Lift your right leg, place your foot flat on top of the counter,” he ordered.
With a little shiver, she assumed the lascivious position, opening her entire slit to his admiring gaze. Using his fingers, he spread the lather over her pussy, then swished the razor in the hot water. “Stay very still, baby. I wouldn’t want to nick this delicate skin.” Using the first two fingers of his left hand, he started at the top of her mound, holding her skin taut. With one clean swipe of the razor, a swath of clean, pink skin appeared. Rinsing the razor in the basin he removed another swatch of hair, then another, until her entire pussy was hair free, including both sides of her labia as far back as her asshole. For that little maneuver, he’d had her slump back against the mirror, holding her legs wide open, his face mere inches from her newly-bald skin. But instead of being embarrassed or humiliated, she was aroused instead. What’s up with that?
When he was finished, he dabbed away any leftover lather with the washcloth. Then he bent forward and licked over every inch of her newly-shorn skin with his tongue, making her squirm and squeal with delight. Evidently satisfied that there were no stray hairs, he patted her dry with the towel. “Sit up, baby. Feel it. Run your fingers over it. I will expect you to maintain this level of smoothness by shaving every day,” he said in a cool, impersonal voice. “Any hairs I find at any time will be tweezed out.”
Her breath hitched and she gulped. Holy crap! She couldn’t even imagine tweezing her eyebrows, much less hairs! Especially…down there! Unable to resist, she touched it with her fingertips, marveling at the smoothness of her skin and how sensitive it was. But shaving every day? Ugh.
“And you will receive one spank for every one I find.”
Holy crap!
He lifted her off the counter, picked up something from the little basket of free toiletries, turned out the light and led her to the bed. He pulled back the covers. “Lie on your stomach in the middle of the bed, arms out to your sides.”
She positioned herself as ordered, feeling the bed dip as he crawled up onto the mattress beside her. She heard a squirting sound, followed by the feeling of something cold touching her arm. “Oh!” Her arm jerked.
“Relax, baby, it’s just lotion.” Clay began rubbing the creamy lotion into the skin of her right arm, massaging her tight muscles until they were relaxed and her skin was tingling from his touch. Crawling over her legs
to her other side, he repeated the same process with her left arm. “Feel good?”
She just moaned, making him chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He crawled down the bed and threw his leg over her body, straddling her hips. He sat down on her ass cheeks. She could feel his cock and balls nestling against the base of her spine. He squirted a couple of dollops of cold lotion in several places on her back, making her squeal with shock. He watched, fascinated, as goose bumps rippled up and down the smooth skin of her back. “Rest your head on your arms, baby.” First he swirled the lotion all over her back and down onto her sides until it had been absorbed by her skin, then he began a deep-tissue massage, starting at her shoulder blades, going up across her shoulders, down either side of her spine to her lower back, up and down until she was not just relaxed, she was sound asleep.
So much for plans. He chuckled to himself as he capped the little plastic bottle and placed it on the nightstand. Retrieving his cell phone from his jeans pocket, he padded barefoot into the bathroom, shut the door, lowered the toilet lid and sat down. He scrolled through his call log, selected a number and hit Call.
“Burke Gallery.”
“Burke, just a heads up. Leah no longer has a cell phone and she is no longer in Palm Beach.”
After a brief silence, the aristocratic English voice said, “I take it the call was a hoax?”
“I think it was someone trying to find out where Leah was. So, I destroyed her phone and I’m taking her someplace safe. Someplace that can be easily defended.”
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