Undeniable

by Cross, Amity

  "You learn a lot about a person from their taste in music," he said.

  "Yeah, like what?"

  "Compatibility," he glanced up at me, "temperament, views on the establishment, artistic leanings…"

  "That's very deep," I drawled.

  "I know how to go deep."

  I almost choked on my own spit and he laughed, handing me back the iPod. To cover my embarrassment, I asked, "And what does my playlist tell you about me?"

  "You're a rocker, a little bit wild, with a dash of conservativeness. You're emotional and driven at the same time. You like hard sex, and you like my band."

  "Hard sex?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

  "Hard. Sex." He annunciated each word, letting the sounds roll off his tongue and I almost came then and there. Fuck, he was good.

  "You look like you'd know a thing or two about that."

  "More than a few things."

  Swallowing hard, I said, "But it's just a playlist."

  "Right." He stared right back, the tip of his tongue running along his bottom lip.

  "Right." Thoroughly embarrassed, I pulled my headphones on, breaking our heated eye fucking.

  Shit, I'd have to get up at some stage and go finger myself in the toilet to get rid of this sexual tension. Why was I talking about hard sex with a stranger? What the fucking fuck was wrong with me? It wouldn't go anywhere, it couldn't. I'd caused enough heartache in my life to go through it again. I just had to get to Hong Kong and hopefully he wouldn't be on the next flight. Doubtful, since he had an Australian accent. I just knew we'd be right back here on the second leg. Eight hours through to Melbourne.

  I managed to get through all the inflight meals and even snatch a few hours of shitty sleep with Mr. November looming at my side, but when I dozed off and felt something tickling the inside of my elbow, I sat bolt upright in my seat like I'd been burned. Burned with lust. He was chuckling softly at my reaction and I realized he'd been stroking my skin with his finger. Fuck, I wanted him and I knew absolutely nothing about the guy. I didn't even know his name.

  "Morning, beautiful," he said as I combed my fingers through my hair.

  "I'd prefer it if you didn't touch me." I glared at him and realized a blanket had fallen off me and onto the floor. Had Mr. November put it over me? He had a dirty mouth, but was there a little sweetness in there, too?

  "Are you sure about that?"

  "Are you trying to work me?" I huffed. "Get me into the palm of your hand, soaking and ready and convince me to fuck you in the toilet like some cheap hussy?"

  His eyes widened at my tirade.

  "I'm not cheap, so just forget it."

  Mr. November's eyes narrowed. "You've been pretty bloody direct since you opened that sweet little mouth of yours, so I'll be just as blunt."

  Fuck. He thought my mouth was sweet? I just stared at him like Bambi in the middle of a highway about to be splattered by a long haul truck.

  "I'm assuming you can feel that thing in the air." He gestured between us with a tattooed finger and my gaze dropped, trying to figure out what was inked there. Shit, this man was a puzzle and my over analytical mind wanted to solve him like a Rubik's Cube. Preferably with my tongue.

  He reached out and grasped my face, making me look him in the eye and it almost sent me into overdrive. Yeah, I felt it. My nipples tingled, my pussy was convulsing, thighs were clenching, breath was coming fast…all the things I wrote about were leaping off the pages and into the here and now.

  "I want you and I know you want me, too. It's not about being cheap or easy."

  "You want me?"

  "Every which way from Sunday."

  He'd hardly touched me and shit, he hadn't even kissed me, and already I was imagining myself underneath him, on top of him…every which way from Sunday.

  "I don't fuck random guys," I said blandly. I wanted him to say that he was the same, but if he was in a band, then that's probably what he did more often than not. How else would he be so good at this?

  He smirked, letting me go and my heartbeat returned to normal. Fuck, I wished he would put his hand right back.

  "No expectations."

  "No expectations?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Well, except the orgasm part. That's a given." He shifted in his seat, rearranging his parts and I felt this overwhelming satisfaction tingle through my entire body. I'd affected him. "Overnight with me in Hong Kong."

  "Overnight?" I squeaked.

  "You want it, beautiful. I'm offering you an in and an out."

  The seatbelt sign switched on and the plane began it's decent into Hong Kong. We'd be on the ground in ten minutes - at the gate in twenty. Time was running out. Did I want to go with this guy, who could be absolutely anyone, and let him have his wicked way with me? There was no doubt he lit my fire, but it was nothing but an expensive fuck and toss. I'd probably have to sit next to him on the next flight into Melbourne and wouldn't that be awkward town, population me.

  But...nobody said I couldn't have my wicked way with him. I knew he was a typical alpha male, he liked to steer the boat, and I wasn't sure that had to be a problem as long as he could get me off, too. Plenty of guys were selfish fucks - they stuck their dicks in, moved in and out a few times, came and forgot what the fuck a clitoris was. Was this guy one of those?

  "If you're worried about satisfaction, that's a non-issue."

  "For you, maybe." I rose an eyebrow, wondering how he knew what I was thinking.

  "I know where to put it, beautiful."

  "Everyone knows where to put it, it's what you do once it's there that's the issue."

  His eyes did this dangerous dance with mine, darkening in anger, lust, a mixture of both, I didn't know. Leaning over, his mouth was an inch from mine, his breath hot against my lips, but he didn't try to kiss me. "You are going to come and you are going to come hard. Multiple times."

  I swallowed hard, my gaze locked with his.

  "My treat." When I didn't move, he fell back into his seat with a chuckle. "We can be together until we reach Melbourne if that's what you want. The moment we walk through customs and out into the real world, we part ways. No expectations."

  "How is this so easy for you?" I asked, shaking my head as the plane filled with the dull thud of the landing gear extending. "Propositioning women?"

  "You're making the assumption that I do this all the time."

  "Do you?"

  "I've never had to work for it and right now, you're making me work. Does that tell you something?"

  The plane shuddered as it hit the tarmac and I jumped, not realizing how close to the ground we were. Fuck, I'd regret it if I didn't go. There was something charged between us, anchoring us together and I knew that the sex would be phenomenal. Why couldn't I practice what I preached? It could be classified as research…right? I mean, just fucking look at the guy.

  The seatbelt sign switched off and other passengers began getting out of their seats, snapping open overhead compartments, but we just sat there staring at each other. A night of sex, nothing else, no particulars. Just fuck and get it out of our systems.

  It slipped out of my mouth before I knew it. "Okay."

  Mr. November's lips curled into a satisfied grin, a sexy as fuck dimple appearing in his cheek. Without another word, he got up out of his seat and retrieved his bag.

  "I don't even know your name," I said, staring up at him, my mouth already watering knowing that I was going to get my wish after all.

  Holding out his hand, he grinned at me with a devilish look in eyes. "Joe."

  Fuck, he was going to eat me up and spit me out, but I was already a goner.

  I took his hand, and he tugged me to my feet. "What about our flight?"

  "Don't worry, beautiful." Leaning closer, he whispered, "I've got you."

  Joe

  I booked a night in the airport hotel, I think it was a Hilton, but I didn't care as long as it had a bed. We were rescheduled for the same flight the next day and al
l we had to do was go upstairs and let go. Once that happened, there was no going back. I stood next to the woman in the elevator, riding up to the floor indicated on the key card. The anticipation was fucking killing me. She said, okay and I was done.

  We'd fuck all night, get it out of our systems, get on that flight to Melbourne tomorrow and go our separate ways once we walked through customs. She didn't know who I was and I didn't know fuck all about her. We'd have this…fuck, and then life would go on. Mutual satisfaction.

  The elevator doors slid open with a ding and we wandered down the hall, this weird ass electrical current humming in the air. Finding the right room, I slapped the key card against the scanner and the lock clicked. She pushed the door open, entering the room before me, putting her leather backpack on the bench.

  My cock was aching so bad and if I didn't come soon it would probably shrivel up and fall off. The door slammed closed behind me and I dropped my bag by the bed and turned to face her. The air felt thick, closer. She'd taken off her jumper and was standing there in a little singlet.

  "Are you hungry?" I asked, my gaze locking with hers.

  She shook her head.

  "Do you need a shower?"

  She shook her head again, this time biting on her lower lip.

  "What's your name?" I asked, not wanting to look away and break the spell. Fuck, this woman had sexual thrall down to a fine art. Did she even realize what she was doing to me right now?

  "Alexis."

  "Alexis." I let her name roll over my tongue slowly, but it was enough.

  Striding forward, I pulled her against me, our lips finally meeting in a blaze of agony. The fucking floodgates had opened and nothing was stopping me now but an explosive orgasm. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, teeth dragging against the skin as my hands grabbed her ass, grinding her into my crotch.

  She moaned into my mouth, parting her lips and our tongues twisted together, clashing, bruising. Fuck, she tasted so good, purring into my mouth like a sexy fucking panther. I'd wanted this the moment I laid eyes on her, but I'd never expected it to feel so good. I'd had blah sex, okay sex, amazing sex, but none of that compared to what she was doing to me with a single kiss. I hadn't even gotten my cock out yet.

  Grabbing the back of my shirt, I tugged it over my head, tossing it on the floor and backed her against the wall. My hands moved along her hips, up her waist and over her perfect fucking breasts before tangling in her hair. Tugging her head back, I began sucking on her neck, teasing her skin with my teeth, pressing my hard cock into her stomach.

  We were a hot mess of hands, yanking at each other’s clothing, trying to touch whatever piece of skin was within reach. Dragging her top over her head, I sucked in a breath when I laid eyes on her perfect tits encased in a black lacy bra.

  Slowing down, I let my hands caress her face, travel down her neck, over her breasts and along her waist, touching every part of her I could. I licked the swell of her breast before sucking a nipple into my mouth through the lace of her bra. She buried her hands into my hair and shoved my face harder into her tits and I dug my teeth into her skin. Thinking about the playlist on her iPod, I grinned knowing I'd gotten at least one part of my analysis right. She was a secret deviant. She liked being touched. She liked being savored. She liked being bitten.

  My fingers ran over a rough patch of skin and looking down, I saw a long scar stretching across her left side, over her hip and ending near her navel. A strange pink gash against her milky complexion. My gaze met hers and I felt her fingers around mine, tugging my hand away and down the front of her knickers. I guess she didn't want to elaborate.

  Brushing my fingers against her clit, she arched her back, pressing her tits into my chest and I stroked her deeper, feeling how wet she was. Fuck, she was ready to take me already.

  Flipping open the button on her jeans, I pressed a finger into her opening and she let out a whimper, grinding into my hand. Swirling my palm over her clit, I captured her mouth with mine and fucked her with my tongue as I moved my finger inside her, feeling her arousal slick on my fingers.

  "Fuck," she gasped against my lips.

  "You're so wet," I moaned, pressing my erection against her thigh. "You like that? You like my fingers in you, Alexis?"

  Her entire body shuddered against mine. "Yes."

  Pulling my hand from the front of her jeans, she let out a whimper, but I was shoving them down, revealing her naked pussy. Fuck. Me. Her hand was behind her back, snapping open the clasp of her bra and then it was gone. Kicking off my jeans and boxers, I watched her gaze travel the length of me and it took all I had not to push her back onto the bed. My cock was finally free and fuck it felt good having her eyes on it.

  Pulling her body flush against mine, I lost myself in the feeling of skin to skin as she hooked a leg around my waist, rubbing her clit against the underside of my cock. I kissed her again, losing myself in the feeling of her lips and tongue against mine. It was her pushing me back toward the bed, taking control, telling me what she wanted with touch alone. I spun her around and she fell onto the mattress, naked, open, waiting for me to take her. Fuck, she was beautiful. I'd never seen a woman like her.

  I retrieved a condom from my bag and her gaze followed me, an unanswered question hanging in the air. I knew she was thinking about why I was already prepared, but she didn't say anything, just watched me as I rolled it along my stiff cock and climbed over her. Pressing my weight in between her open and waiting legs, she grabbed a hold of my shoulders, her lips circling into an 'oh' as I rubbed against her clit.

  "Do you want it, Alexis?" I asked, increasing the friction, teasing her awake. "Do you want to feel my cock inside you?"

  She gasped, pressing her tits into my chest.

  "Tell me."

  "I want your cock in me. Now."

  I was eager to oblige. As I pushed into her, my tip striking deep, I lost all sense of who I was. Who the fuck cared? She was arching her back, pressing her breasts into my chest, her lips parted in a gasp and suddenly her pleasure was my only concern. Getting her off would blow my fucking mind.

  "Does that feel good?" I asked, swirling my hips and burying deeper still.

  "Yes."

  "What do you want me to do, Alexis?" I licked at the corner of her jaw, right underneath her ear and she squirmed underneath me.

  "I want you to move." Her fingers wrapped around my biceps, digging into my skin.

  I began sliding out, slowly, deliberately teasing and her eyes rolled back into her head. I withdrew right to the tip and thrusted hard and she cried out, her eyes flying open and colliding with mine.

  "Fuck," I grunted. "Do you know how good your pussy feels around my dick?" I began to move in long, slow strokes, letting her clench around my cock, her fingers biting into my skin wherever she could touch. "I've been thinking about this from the moment I saw you."

  Her legs locked around my waist, opening her up further, allowing me in at just the right angle to pound against her clit.

  "How does it feel, Alexis? How does my cock feel inside you?"

  "Good," she gasped as she rolled her hips to collide with my trusts. "You feel so fucking good."

  My rhythm increased, heat prickling across my skin.

  She was moaning, writhing underneath me and it was exactly the same image that had played in my mind the entire flight from London. The image that had made me get up several times to beat off in the bathroom. Yeah, the thing about images…they had nothing on the real thing.

  "Yes, there. Fuck me there," she gasped, finally letting go of whatever was holding her back. "Harder."

  Her mouth was just as dirty as mine, a total fucking turn on and anything she wanted, I was going to give to her. She wanted me to fuck her there? I'd fuck her there real good.

  Her orgasm was sudden and violent, the walls of her pussy milking my cock as I pumped in and out, chasing my own release and prolonging hers. I wanted her to come apart, I wanted her to beg for more, I wanted to own
her body.

  I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, sinking my teeth into her skin, not quite hard enough to be painful and I think she screamed out the word 'fuck', but as she pressed her breasts into my face, I couldn't hold on anymore. I came inside her so fucking hard, I let out a groan so deep and strangled it actually scared me. I'd never felt so satisfied as I did right now, and I was still fucking her, we were still coming together, hot and hard. Two animals getting off into oblivion.

  With one last thrust, I buried into her, our eyes meeting. The planets must have fucking aligned or some shit, because I knew I'd never get off like that again and from the look in her eyes, she knew it, too.

  Collapsing beside her, I pulled her against me, face to face, and kissed her. She stared at me, running her hands along my jaw, letting her fingers explore my face. Learning every curve like I was a puzzle. She didn't seem to care what I thought and I was content to let her fingers do the talking.

  Finally, she let her head fall back against the pillow, her black hair looking even darker against the white linen.

  I trailed a finger along the swell of her perky little tits, circling over a nipple. "You're beautiful, Alexis."

  "Don't be fucking stupid." She was scowling at me like I was an idiot.

  "You're beautiful, smart, wild…you've made my dick harder than any other woman has and believe me, that's no small feat. That orgasm almost broke me."

  "Fuck, you're a smooth talker."

  "You should own who you are," I said. "Own it and fuck everyone else. We're all scarred in some way." I ran my fingertips along her scar and she pushed her palms hard against my chest, but I tightened my grip on her.

  "You don't know what you're talking about," she gasped.

  "Fuck everyone else," I hissed before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.

  Her moan reverberated right through my body and into my already hardening cock. I wanted her again. I wanted her as many times as I could before we had to leave.

  Coaxing her onto her back, I kissed a trail down her stomach, heading straight for the sweet spot. I pressed my palms against her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart. This time I was going to take it slow. This time, I was going to taste every part of her. Lapping my tongue along her wet folds, her fingers instantly curled into my hair, forcing my face into her. Shit, she was wild. I was so right about her. She didn't just like to fuck, she loved to fuck hard. She was my kind of woman through and through.