by Lynn, Donina
He leaned forward taking off the jacket and shirt and then moved to push down his pants and briefs. When he was done, Becca looked down to see his full length. He was large, hard, and beautiful. She chuckled in her head and wondered how he would feel if she called his penis beautiful?
“You know it does nothing for a man’s ego if a girl looks like she’s about to laugh when she’s looking in that direction.” Becca jerked her head up at the sound of his voice and blushed when she realized she must have been standing there staring with a goofy smile across her face.
Becca shook her head and winked.“Nothing, just admiring.”
He chuckled and grabbed her hips to pull her forward. “I plan on doing some admiring myself. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to taste you now.” Becca’s breath caught, and a shiver of anticipation ran down her as she imagined his tongue between her folds.
When he pushed the bottom of her gown up, Becca was glad she had chosen her white lace panties. She wasn’t much of a thong wearer, but the bikini cut was close, and they were one of the few pairs she owned that she considered sexy. He slid them down her legs and tossed them aside.
Becca enjoyed the feel of his hands as he ran them back up her legs. They were rough like a man’s hands should be, and they sent shivers up her body as he moved them slowly upward. He once again pushed the material up while he moved his hands back to grab her from behind. He pulled her pelvis up a bit and asked her to open her legs a little more.
Becca put her hands on his shoulders again and spread her legs. She watched as his head came closer, and she could feel his breath on her most sensitive skin. He moved his tongue out and buried it as far between her lips that that angle would allow. He ran it up and skimmed over the top of her clit.
Becca shuddered when his tongue made contact, and she watched him lean back. He stared up at her and said, “You taste even better than I imagined. Spread your legs further. I want to taste every inch of you.”
Becca had a better idea and pushed on his shoulders. She climbed up on the bench to straddle and stand above him. She reached up grabbing on to the wall of the gazebo and raised her right leg to rest on the back of the bench next to his shoulder. His face was now level with her sex, and she arched her back to angle her pelvis closer.
He groaned his approval and grabbed her ass again as he dove his head between her legs. She felt his silky tongue dart in and out, fucking her with his mouth. He lavished and drank her in with an intensity that had her trembling and grabbing onto the gazebo harder. His tongue should be bronzed for the feelings it was creating.
He moved his tongue up and found her nub. She gasped as he rotated around the edge and then flicked it back and forth. A moan escaped her lips, and she was already starting the climb to another orgasm. Her body ached to feel that beautiful cock inside of her, and if she didn’t stop him she was going to explode again.
Through her panting she shakily whispered, “I want you inside of me, please now.”
He groaned and took her clit in his mouth. She almost came undone when he sucked and bit lightly down before releasing her. He helped her as she came down to sit on his lap. She reached over to her forgotten clutch and pulled the box of condoms that Anne had put in there.
She opened the box and pulled one of the foil packets out. She turned back and found that smug look on his face again.
“What? A friend thought I should have some fun tonight.”
He chuckled and told her, “Say thank you to your friend for me.”
She opened the packet and reached to roll the condom down his length. He gave a moan as she squeezed down his shaft and then back up, loving the feel of him in her hands. She raised up and positioned him at her entrance. His eyes caught hers as he took hold of her hips and pushed just the tip inside. They both groaned at the feeling as her walls instantly clamped around him.
She moved her hands back to his shoulders and slowly pushed taking in his length. Every inch was delicious torture as he entered her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as she stretched against his size. When she had all of him, she stilled and closed her eyes at the feeling of him completely filling her.
Becca listened to his ragged breathing as she allowed herself to grow accustomed to his size.
“Jesus, you’re so tight.”
The strain was evident in his voice as Becca started to move back and forth, grinding her hips into him. She could feel him everywhere. There wasn’t a part of her that he didn’t invade or touch. She clamped down, massaging him with her walls, craving more as the familiar tension started to flutter and spread.
He groaned and grasped her hips to move her up his length. When he was almost out of her, he pushed her down fast and hard causing her to gasp at the feeling of him so deep inside. He slowly lifted her and repeated the motion again and again. Passion and heat flared through her as he pounded her down against him.
He brought his hand to rest on the small of her back while his other came to pull her head down to meet his waiting mouth. He ravaged her, thrusting his tongue in time with her stroking his cock. When he quickened his pace, she responded by moving faster along his length.
Becca could feel the pressure building, and she started to push herself down even harder as he moved his hips up to meet her. She could hear their bodies slapping together with each stoke and could feel the sweat clinging to their skin. They broke the kiss as their breathing was coming out in short bursts.
He moaned and said, “Come for me, I want to feel you come on my cock.”
He reached down between them and found her spot again. Becca let her head drop back as he circled the bundle of nerves. Her body trembled, and she started to make her climb. She was almost there. Just a little more and she would be falling off the cliff into oblivion.
Wrapping his arm around her middle, he stopped her movements as he began to thrust up at her in a fevered pace.
“Now, come with me now.” He ground her clit in a circular motion, then pinched her nerves causing her to scream as she exploded into a million pieces.
She heard him grunt and thrust into her one last time while she drifted, floating on a cloud. Through her haze, she could feel his body shudder beneath her.
She leaned into him resting on his chest as he put both his arms around her back and pulled her close. He placed his chin on her head, and she could feel his labored breath playing against her hair. Becca closed her eyes and listened to his heart beating hard and fast. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this relaxed and spent. It was almost euphoric, and she allowed herself to float along lost in the feeling.
Too soon, her breathing became normal, and the haze slowly started to lift as she became aware of her surroundings. Her head rode the now steady rise and fall of his chest, and his heart had returned to a normal pace. She quietly listened to the rhythm of the strong beat.
She didn’t want to move. Being against him with his arms wrapped around her felt too good. She hadn’t had a man hold her for this long since Mike.
The thought of him made her stiffen, and she mentally shook off the last of her after-the-most-incredible-sex-she-ever-had haze.
It’s just sex. They can’t hurt you unless you let them hurt you.
One night was all she was going to allow.
Becca leaned back and pushed on his chest to get up. “I should be going.” She felt him slide out, and he gave a grunt.
He looked down at his watch and raised his head and said, “Happy New Year. It’s after midnight.”
She stood up to fix her gown. “Happy New Year”.
“Would you like to grab a cup of coffee? Or something to eat? I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite.” He smiled and winked at her.
She needed to make a fast exit and leave. She couldn’t trust being around him any longer. It was too much of a temptation to say yes. “No thanks. I need to get going. I’m leaving early tomorrow.”
She slipped into her shoes and searched for her panties.
Intentionally, Becca focused on the ground not allowing herself another glimpse of his body when he stood up to put his clothes back on. Where the hell was her underwear? He pulled them off and put them … where?
He took hold of her hands effectively stopping her from her search. “Listen, I know we said no names and no numbers, but I would really like to at least introduce myself.”
“No, don’t.” She almost yelled when he reached up to take off his mask. It came out louder than she intended, but she had to stop him. In her mind, the mask was the last barrier, her last hope before she crossed into an area where she couldn’t allow herself to be. She looked up at his questioning eyes and saw confusion and a glimpse of ... disappointment? She had to go right now.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening and Happy New Year, but I really need to go.” She turned on her heels saying “screw it” to her panties. She almost ran to the elevator and pushed the down button. Giving a sigh of relief when the doors opened immediately, she hurried in never turning around. As the doors shut, she closed her eyes trying to will away the memory of how he was just standing at the gazebo staring after her.
Chapter Five
Becca woke to a phone ringing. She stretched and reached over to the nightstand, picking up the receiver to stop the obnoxious sound. She sleepily said “hello” and listened to the hotel’s prerecorded wake-up call message. Putting the receiver back down, she looked at the travel alarm she had brought with her.
“A lot of good you did. Can I ever get up on time?”
She groaned and pushed the covers off. She had an hour before she had to check-out. The plan was to get up and be on a bus back home before any of the guests from last night started moving and milling about. She was hoping to avoid Victoria and a certain blue-eyed man with the make-you-melt body.
Becca gave out a loud sigh. She hadn’t been awake for more than a few minutes, and she was already thinking of him. Her plan didn’t work as she had thought last night either. She felt something while she was with him. It was a longing, or maybe a hope, for something she had long buried as an option for her life.
She closed her eyes and could still smell his cologne and feel his breath brushing her hair as they sat enjoying the afterglow. His kisses had surged heat through her veins and sent tingles rushing from the tips of her fingers down to her toes. The warmth of his body and strength of his arms made her feel wanted and protected. Those feelings were dangerous and led down the path to hurt and destruction.
She knew her reaction to his offer of coffee last night bordered on rude and flighty. She had run out of there like a scared rabbit.
So much for staying in control, Becca!
She shook her head and groaned. She needed to get up and get the hell out of the hotel, the city, and hurry back home where life was peaceful and routine. It was safe that way. It was what she needed and craved. The life she had built kept her balanced both physically and emotionally.
Her blue-eyed man was too much of a temptation. She could easily see herself slipping and letting her guard down around him. In his arms, she felt an ache for more. She got up from the bed and started toward the bathroom. That man was dangerous to everything she had come to rely on and believe. He was dangerous to her serenity, and she needed to run back home, as fast as she could, to where her emotions were safe.
Becca gathered up her things and placed them in her overnight bag. She put on her jeans, sneakers, and hoodie and did one last look around to make sure she had everything she brought.
On the elevator, she pressed the button for the lobby and did a silent prayer that she made it out of the front door without seeing anyone. The doors opened, and she took a hesitant look around. Relief washed over her as the lobby seemed to be empty. She might make it after all.
Becca hurried to the front desk and impatiently smiled at the clerk.
“I’d like to check out please.”
“Certainly, I can help you with that.”
She handed him the room key, and he started typing away on the computer. He looked back up at Becca.
“Just one moment, please.” He picked up the phone, and she listened as he said, “Yes, this is the front desk. Your friend is here.”
Becca’s mouth dropped open. Was he talking about her? She was the only one in the lobby. Did he request a phone call when she showed up at the front desk? How did he know who she was? And why the hell did her pulse just flutter at the thought of seeing him? She glared at the man as he put down the phone.
“Were you just calling someone about me?”
Before the man could answer, she heard Victoria yelling across the lobby. “Rebecca, darling!”
Becca turned to see her coming out of the doors to the ballroom and then back to the man behind the desk.
He just shrugged. “She requested to be notified. Sorry, but her husband’s family does own the hotel.”
They own the hotel? Becca didn’t know that, and she gave a sigh. Becca couldn’t be mad at the man for following the “boss’s orders”, but this was so not what she wanted to deal with right now. She turned as Victoria reached her and leaned in for the air kisses.
“Rebecca, you forgot your frame last night. The hotel staff found it and gave it to me when the party had ended. I couldn’t find you.”
Becca stammered, “Sorry, I ... I had a headache and went back to the room to lie down.”
“Well I hope you are feeling better, and since I didn’t get a chance to introduce you last night, please join us in the ballroom.”
Becca shook her head. “I really have to get going. Maybe some other time?” She added a silent not.
Victoria put her arm through Becca’s and started leading her to the ballroom. “Don’t be silly. It will only take a few moments.”
Becca repositioned her overnight bag on her arm and kept quiet as Victoria pulled her along. If she thought turning in the opposite direction would work without Victoria causing a scene, she would have broken out of her hold and made a run for it.
When they walked in, Becca noticed that the hotel staff must have been working for hours to clean and transform the room back to winter decorations and lights. She had to give credit to the staff. It looked beautiful without being overly festive.
There were tables full of people, and Becca hoped that the whole crowd wasn’t who Victoria wanted to introduce to her. She would be here all day. Her cheeks already hurt from the fake smiles she would need to freeze on to her face.
Victoria steered Becca through the tables and in the direction of a larger one at the far end of the room. As she got closer, she recognized Brad sitting at the one end smiling at her. She thought he really did seem very nice with a genuine smile that went to his eyes. Looking much better in a grey suit than the white tuxedo from last night, he was handsome in a clean-cut kind of way. He looked the boy-next-door type and the total opposite from the rugged good looks of her stranger from the previous evening.
Becca sighed again. She had made it ten minutes without thinking of him this time.
Victoria went around the table making introductions. There were three models, a woman who owned salons in ten states along the East Coast, Brad’s parents, and an older man who apparently owned a vast amount of real estate within the city. Becca tried not to roll her eyes as she was directed around the table. Victoria hastily jumped over their names and focused on what they did or owned. In Victoria’s world, that’s who the real person was.
Becca tried to focus and nod politely. The last introduction was of an older couple that was proclaimed to be “descended from royalty”. Becca had to suppress a giggle and an overwhelming urge to curtsy as the man puffed his chest out when Victoria made the declaration. She could picture him on his throne wrapped in robes, crown on his head, and scepter in hand. He looked ridiculous and pompous.
Becca nodded her head and smiled at the table. “It’s very nice to meet everyone.”
“Oh good. Here comes Nicholas. Rebecca, this is Bradley’s cousin. He
owns Hollsten Holdings.” Victoria took her shoulders and turned Becca around landing her gaze on a chest.
No, No, No. This can’t be happening. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him.
Becca slowly tilted her head up and caught her breath as she met the same ocean blue eyes. If it was possible, he was even more handsome without the mask, and her heart felt like it was going to beat right of her chest.
She watched as the fog lifted, and recognition washed over his features. Becca silently begged him not to reveal their heated evening together.
Please don’t let him say anything. She would be mortified.
He opened his mouth, and Becca panicked and quickly spoke. “It’s nice to meet you, Nicholas. Please call me Becca.”
Why did she mention that? He didn’t need to know what name she preferred.
Nicholas chuckled and held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you also, Becca. Call me Nick.”
Did he have to enjoy watching her squirm? Because by the look on his face, he was thoroughly pleased with how uncomfortable she was. And more importantly, did he have to emphasize her name and make it sound like warm chocolate—comforting and sweet? Becca took a breath before shaking his hand. The instant they touched, electricity and heat sizzled through her, and she hastily pulled out of his grasp and turned back to the group.
“It was a pleasure, but I really must be going.”
Did her voice sound like she was stuttering, or was that just her insides shaking? She wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to stick around to find out.
She turned on her heels and started for the doors as Victoria yelled after her.
“Rebecca, your frame.”
She wasn’t going back and kept walking pretending not to hear.
Becca got as far as the curve outside before she heard Nick’s voice calling her name. She closed her eyes and groaned.
Almost made it.
Why was he following her? Couldn’t he just leave her alone? She held up her hand to signal a taxi and hoped ignoring him would work until one stopped.