by Van,P. G.
“Try me,” he challenged.
“Trust me, you don’t want it.” She laughed placing her glass on the table in front of her and gathered her things.
Kris stood waiting for the elevator, feeling the growing pressure inside him as she stood next to him running her fingers through her partially-damp hair. Her hair had turned wavy with the fog that had descended when they were out on the roof-top garden. The wavy hair framed her face, and he had to take one look at her to lose all control. She looked up at him when he turned to look into her eyes and he saw the need, a deep primitive longing in her eyes and that’s all he needed to see.
“Who are we kidding…,” he mumbled before pulling her to him by her hand. Her shoulder crashed into his taut chest as his free hand wrapped around her waist. He felt the beast tucked away in his jeans awaken when her body came in contact with his.
She gasped at the sudden movement but as soon as her body came in contact with his entirety, her free hand went up to circle around his neck feeling his thick silky hair graze her arm.
“Bad idea, this will be a good place to stop,” she rasped as she tried to catch her breath.
“I don’t want to…where have you been all along?” His voice was rough as his lips found hers for a gentle brush.
She took a deep breath against his lips and mumbled, “I should go before this gets out of hand.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” he challenged running his lips along her jawline.
The ding from the elevator brought them back to reality, and she followed him quietly into the elevator. He hit the button to stop the elevator and said gruffly, “I am on floor 35, get one more drink with me.”
She looked at the man who looked at her with open admiration and a deep desire in his eyes. He was giving her a choice, and she knew deep inside he would back off if she wasn’t interested. The guy had somehow figured out how to deal with her. She always had been a challenging one to deal with and would easily get rubbed the wrong way.
“I can't,” she managed to utter and hit the button for the lobby.
“Pretty little liar,” he smiled pulling her into his arms.
She shuddered against his touch and the thrills that triggered way down below. She felt weightless when his lips came crashing down on hers in a raw hunger, and she welcomed him with a moan, running her fingers through the hot mess of his hair. There was no room for men like him in her life. She had a lot to deal with and didn't need a new challenge.
“I had fun, thanks for a great evening,” she said looking up at him when he reluctantly released her lips.
She pulled out of his embrace and stepped into the lobby floor and started to walk away unable to look at him.
“Lisa...” The name rolled off his lips as a plea, and she stopped short in her tracks. It didn't matter that he used her fake name, but his voice held a command over her. She could not get herself to take the next step forward and waited for the elevator doors to close, but they did not.
“I know you want to stay, why the hesitation?” His voice was husky as he came up from behind to wrap his arm around her; his breathing was ragged, and he knew her heart was pounding loud enough for him to know what was going on with her.
He laced his fingers into hers and led her back to the elevator, and she compiled. She could only think about being with him but wasn't ready for it, and she was not into one-night stands.
She had been in one relationship and had been with one man for a long time. She had never felt the connection she felt with Kris or with anyone else. She followed him into the elevator without uttering a word.
“Stay,” he murmured against her ear, and that did it for her. She looked up into his eyes, snaking her fingers into his hair, and took her lips to his. She felt the tremors run through him as he grabbed her by her waist. She arched her back digging her breasts into his chest wanting him to herself while she fought her inner voices.
Kris wanted her; she intrigued him and made him want to do things to her that he never thought about doing to any woman ever. He wanted her to scream his name out all night; he wanted to dig his fingers into her to feel the juicy warmth of her desire for him.
“Kris...,” she uttered and made him ache to his balls. The beast inside his jeans threatened to rip through the fabric and begged for her to come to him. He grabbed her by her bottom kissing her hungrily and pacified his throbbing by bringing her mound to him.
She moaned against his lips making him want to explode. This woman had him twirling around her, wrapped around her little finger. He surrendered to her sweetness, and complied with her command as he slammed her back against the elevator wall.
“Kris, where's your room?” she demanded making him shudder.
He reached out and hit the elevator button for the 35th floor without letting go of her succulent lips and her delectable mouth. She gasped against his lips making him want to rip her red dress to shreds.
He let go of her to pull out his key card and placed the card in her hand. He needed her all to himself and if that meant that he cancelled his flight back to New York, then that's what he was going to do.
“Open the door for me, will you?” he rasped bending down to swoop her into his arms.
She let out a surprised giggle, and he knew she wasn't as tamed as she appeared, and he couldn't wait to bring her wild side to the surface.
Varsha was fully aware of the magnificent man carrying her down the hallway before he stopped in front of double doors. She slid the key card in and took a deep breath. Life as she knew it was going to change. The side of her she kept suppressed took over that night and when had she stopped walking away from the elevator a few minutes ago, it wasn't the plea that stopped her, it was the refusal to have regrets in her life that stopped her.
Kris walked with ease carrying her past what looked like a living area and into the bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed looking into her eyes.
“I've only thought about how you would look on my bed from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he said dropping her onto the bed.
She let out a suppressed yelp as he dove onto the bed to bring his lips to her with blistering heat. Her palm went searching for the promising throbbing she felt against her mound in the elevator.
“Oh baby...,” he groaned against her lips making her quiver. She fisted her fingers in his hair pulling him deeper into her mouth. He rolled on top of her weighing her down just the way she wanted it.
She reached for his belt buckle only to have him slap away her hand.
“Not yet beautiful, I want you first,” he said sitting up reaching for her feet. He slowly took off one shoe while planting a trail of kisses along the length of her legs. She clenched her stomach when she felt the gentle graze of his facial hair on her legs. She always had a special admiration for facial hair, but the sex appeal it added to the man who was setting her body on fire was limitless.
She automatically raised her hips opening up when she felt his tongue make its way closer and closer to her throbbing clit drenched in her own arousal. She could not remember the last time she felt so careless and irresponsible. Her stomach fluttered, her heart rattled her ribcage, her lungs begged for air, and her body longed to be dissolved by the sheer hunger of the virile man that made her feel like a woman, a sexy one.
He pushed up the dress that clung to her and looked at the damp patch on her panties with pride.
“I love it that you are wet for me, hotness.”
She moaned unable to form a word when she felt the gentle prickle on her inner thighs as he brought his lips closer to her swollen and soaking folds. She threw her head from side to side grabbing his unruly hair when he nuzzled against the sheer material of her panties.
“Don't make me wait,” she pleaded.
“Patience gorgeous, you are mine tonight.”
She groaned and he demanded, “tell me you are mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped when he yanked her panties down.
Her body sent
blood racing through her veins when she felt his tongue explore her moist folds.
She called out his name as the world around her blurred out from her mind. All of her senses were focused on him as he plunged his tongue into her pleasure cave driving her to the edge. He reached for her clit and started rubbing it while he continued his exploration. She was elated all night that he had focused his full attention and charm in her direction, and he stroked her senses to unreel her world into spools of lust.
She moaned with no way to control the surge of ecstasy as her body braced for the exultant experience.
“Come for me baby,” he ordered.
Her body shuddered out of control while she gasped for air tossing her head from side to side. She let out a cry of pure pleasure when an orgasm shredded her resolve drowning her into a sea of bliss.
“I am dying!!” she called out unable to handle her own heart rate.
“You taste so good, I could do this all night,” he said lapping her greedily. Her whole body was shot through with spasms as she rode her release, tightening her hold on his hair.
He looked up from her throbbing clit to find her lost in her own sensations. Her hair was sprawled on the sheets, and her chest heaved heavily.
“Look at me,” he demanded with utmost care and when she opened her eyes and looked at him through her eyelashes, something inside him flickered and he knew she was like no other woman he had met in his life. He wanted to be at her mercy while he dominated her to surrender. It gave him immense pleasure just watching her lose herself to him.
“Kris, you are real trouble,” she whispered.
“You need some trouble, it’s no fun without it,” he said coming up to bring his lips to her quivering ones. She moaned sucking on his lips.
He reached for the zipper on her dress, the thin material starting to feel like a barrier. She gasped against his lips when her dress came loose and his able hands found her hardened peaks.
“My turn,” she said unable to bear the compelling urge to touch him and take him in with her palms. She pushed him off her making him go flat on the bed and sat over him with her dress scrunched around her waist. Her bra held her fully rounded breasts with great difficulty as he massaged them to satisfaction.
She went lower running her palms over his silk shirt taking in the peaks and dips on his chest. She ripped open his shirt sending buttons flying in the room.
“You’re one wild cat,” he said through clenched teeth when he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder. She worshipped him with her lips while she yanked open his belt buckle and pulled open the button on his jeans. She slipped her fingers past the waistband of his jeans and wrapped her palm firmly around his pulsating hardness.
“You’re big,” she murmured against his chest twirling her tongue over his nipple.
“Can you handle it?” he challenged.
She refused to respond but to show him what she could do. She may have not been in the game the past couple of years, but she knew what made men explode. She pushed down his jeans and boxers and took her soft lips to the pink tip of his hardness enjoying the taste of moisture that welcomed her.
He groaned, gently gripping her hair when she took him in as much as she could and swirled her palm around him to extend her mouth. He enjoyed the magnificent and never-ending feel of her warm mouth on the head while she worked her magic on his hard shaft.
Kris lay at her mercy as she worked her tongue around him over and over again with such skills that she kept him from blasting off from the initial contact. He shuddered every time she changed her technique when he was quickly approaching an explosion. He gritted his teeth unable to handle the tremendous experience of her fingers and was close to losing it when she deep throated his entire length. It was the first time ever any woman was capable of taking him in completely sending his mind on overdrive. She worked up the pleasure with her seemingly endless strokes, and he was sure he was going to be paralyzed from the pleasure.
When he was just about to climax, she took him in all the way down her throat taking in his warmth down her, milking him dry.
“Lisa, that was mind blowing,” he cried gripping her hair.
Varsha took in the vibrations from the pulsation and then she heard him utter someone else’s name. She pulled him out of her mouth and reached out and slapped him.
“Asshole, that’s not my name,” she snarled only to realize that she had given him a fake name.
“Oh baby, looks like someone gave me a fake name,” he said through clenched teeth pulling her to him enjoying the sweep of tremors that passed through him when he felt the heat on his cheek.
He rolled over her pinning her to the mattress and took her hardened nipples between his teeth making her yelp.
“Why did you give me a fake name?” he growled making her shudder.
“It’s one of my fantasies,” she lied through her teeth.
“I want to be part of all of your fantasies,” he groaned running his fingers crawling down to her throbbing clit.
“Kris, I can’t handle anymore,” she pleaded pulling his hand away from her clit unable to handle the never-ending sweeps of deep pleasure.
“Yes, you can, and I can’t get enough of watching you lose yourself to me. I can’t stop,” he started to gently run his fingertips around her swollen clit. She groaned as peaks of pleasure ripped through her body as Kris continued his invasion.
“I want to fuck you so hard, it scares me,” he mumbled nipping her neck.
“Fuck me!! Please tell me you have protection,” she sobbed her body trembling with anticipation.
“Oh you know I will. I never go anywhere without protection,” he said rubbing his hardness on her belly as he reached for a condom.
She closed her eyes gripping his arms in anticipation and heard the crinkle of the packaging. She gasped when she felt him pull down her dress that had managed to stay on for that long. Her stomach clenched as she wondered how he would react to the five-inch scar right above her mound.
She shut her eyes refusing to take in his reaction, and then she felt his lips graze over the scar leaving a flurry of kisses. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her in amazement, “You are one hot mama.”
Her heart fluttered with joy, and she smiled back at him. He came back up to bring his lips to kiss her gently and slowly taking his time.
“Promise me you will come with me,” he demanded.
“I--I…,” she muttered not knowing what to say.
“Say it,” he urged.
She pulled away from his lips and said looking into his eyes, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh sweetheart, looks like you were stuck with selfish pricks. I will show you what it means to peak together, just follow my lead,” he assured sending her body quivering.
Kris left a flurry of kisses down her body and went to tantalize her clit with his tongue one last time before he brought his rock-hard shaft to be wrapped by her pulsating muscles inching in slowly. He entered her, his thick shaft burning through her cavity stretching it and sending new sensations and feelings through her body.
She moaned taking in the waves of electricity that rippled out from him as he built a steady rhythm riding in and out of her, every thrust getting deeper and harder making her squeal and yelp with uncontrolled emotions. She dug her nails into his biceps when he buried himself to the hilt filling her to the deepest point.
She took in the sweet taste of his lips and enjoyed the painful sweetness as he rocked both of them to the ultimate peaks and came crashing down on her. She enjoyed the feeling of being crushed by his weight and wound her arms around him never wanting to let go.
“You are the best thing ever. I want you. I want more,” she heard him tell her before she lost herself to a deliciously unconscious state of body and mind.
She woke up to an unfamiliar movement next to her to find herself in the arms of the man who rocked her world that night. He had his arm around her waist from behind and had his
chest propped against her back, and she wanted to stay as is and wanted to believe it was real. She knew better, she had to get out before her mind and body started to believe there was a future to that night.
She felt his warm breath against the nape of her neck bringing back the delectable memories of the night where she locked away all her rules and gave in to the instant attraction for the man she might never see again. She waited for a few minutes until her eyes adjusted to the dim light and spotted her phone on the side table. She stretched her arm out and reached for it and heard him groan.
It was three thirty in the morning, and they had barely slept for an hour after their interesting tryst. She knew she had to get out and never look back. She slowly slid out of his hold and was at the edge of the bed when she felt his arm wrap around her waist and her back crashed into his chest.
“You think you can sneak out,” he chuckled nuzzling her neck.
“Kris, I was going to use the bathroom,” she objected enjoying the feel of his hard and warm body on her back.
“Promise me you won’t leave me,” he whispered.
“I am going to go use the bathroom,” she rasped digging her teeth delectably into his arm.
He groaned with pure pleasure as she wiggled herself free to hit the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and took a deep breath to fight the growing twist in her stomach.
“Don’t climb down the window, we are on the 35th floor,” she heard Kris through the door and smiled to herself.
She grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around her before stepping out of the bathroom.
“Thanks for reminding me we are on the 35th floor,” she chuckled climbing back into the bed.
“It was part of the plan baby,” he said bringing his lips to hers and feeling the need build up inside him.
“I figured,” she teased taking in his hunger. She knew she had to get out, but she wanted him and knew he would take her again. She moaned when she felt his fingertips on her mound teasing her, and she knew this would be a night she would never forget and the man that gave her the night, she had to forget.