by Dakota Trace
When she continued to stare at him, he stepped closer before placing one hand on the shiny outer elevator door behind her. “Having second thoughts, Jenna?” His eyes seemed concerned.
She shook her head. “No. I was just thinking how lucky I am to have captured the attention of the sexiest man at the wedding.” Her face flushed when his breathing came faster and much rougher.
“No, I’m the lucky one.” He took her hand and tugged her down the hall. She caught her breath when he slid the hotel keycard into the lock. Opening the door, he waited for her to step inside. She barely could see anything in the darkened room before he pressed her back against the door as he closed and locked it.
“Noah?” Her voice came out as a squeak when she suddenly found the top of her dress hanging down around her waist, and her breasts freed from her strapless bra. A louder noise escaped her when he wrapped one arm around her hips and lifted her off her feet with ease.
“God, I’ve been waiting to do this all night.” His mouth closed around one hard nipple.
Her head thumped back against the closed door while her fingers buried their way into his thick hair. How the hell had he managed to get her bared this quickly? She moaned a protest when his mouth left her breast to trail across the valley between her breasts.
“Damn, you taste so sweet.” Desire roughened, his words had her panting. His mouth found her other hardened nipple. A loud cry escaped her tight throat. His teeth nipped, once then twice, before his tongue soothed away the sting. Every tug of his lips, teeth and tongue caused her womb to clench. Now! I need him inside me, now.
When he pressed her up against the door, a long ago discarded fantasy wrapped around her. Inspired by a darkly sensual movie – a man’s need so great that he took his woman against the door was what she needed. God, do I want that. I want him in every position I can have him. Standing, doggie style, riding him, anything but missionary, please Lord.
Parting her legs, she tried to wrap them around him only to cry out in frustration as the skirt of her gown kept her from accomplishing her goal. “Please, Noah!” She needed his help. She was going up in flames but couldn’t get her damn dress out of the way. She needed to feel his body against hers, his cock thrusting inside of her pussy.
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Noah released her nipple with an audible pop before figuring out what all her squirming was about. Her hips were rocking against the arm he had wrapped around them. She was trying to orgasm and he hadn’t even gotten their clothes off yet.
“Shh, baby, we’ll get there.” He let her slowly slide back down his body before he pulled her back up into his arms. He loved slight feel of her damp peaks pressing against his dress shirt. The idea he’d caused the wetness had him ready explode inside his pants. The passion he’d felt inside the cloakroom paled next to his flaming desire now.
He had to get them to the bed before he fucked her against the door. After tasting her delicious nipples, he realized his mistake. Touching her before she’d gotten her fancy bridesmaid’s dress off wasn’t his first. The teasing he’d done in the SUV had him on edge. Fuck! All I want to do was rip the damn thing off. I need to feel her under my body, moving with me, accepting every inch I have. With Jenna he wouldn’t have to worry about being gentle. She would want it just as fast and hard as he could give it to her. The need to drag her to his bed by her hair if need be consumed him.
She stopped him before he’d taken two steps. “No, Noah, here.” Her dark eyes were pleading in the dim light.
“Are you sure? The bed would be more comfortable.” I don’t want to hurt her by fucking her against the door. “I can wait that long.”
His breath came out in a hiss when her hand slid between their bodies to rub against his swollen cock. Even through the fabric of his slacks, he felt the rasp of her fingernails and heat of her palm. Her free hand found the tab of his slacks and tugged. Within moments, she was cradling his erection between her palms and exploring him. “God damn, Jenna.” With his hands on her shoulders, he fought for control. So consumed by his struggle, he wasn’t aware of her moving until she sank to her knees and his hands were suddenly empty.
“Oh God, Noah, you’re pierced.” The awe in her voice had him gritting his teeth to keep from spilling. The little vixen wasn’t helping either. Her wet tongue touched the tip of his cock before moving onto explore the silver ring hanging below the swollen glans of his cock. Each tug of her tongue and teeth on the ring had him clenching his hands into fists as she teased the super-sensitive flesh.
“Jenna, please!”
Giving his ring one last tug, she took the head of cock into her mouth before sliding down his shaft. A throttled groan filled the room as his hips bucked against the suckling mouth holding him captive. After several thrusts against her teasing tongue, he was ready to explode. He needed her to stop before he came. He wanted to be buried deep inside of her when he erupted. When his hands went to cup her head, she broke away from him. In the dim light, he could see the glistening of her lips before she licked the head of his cock one final time, before asking him for a condom. “Huh?”
“Condom, Noah. The ribbed ones you bought at the store. In the brown paper sack?”
“Ah...” Her words finally registered before he realized the paper sack wasn’t in his hand anymore. Where the hell is the sack? “I dropped them.”
She gave him a knowing smile before patting the floor near him. He couldn’t believe he’d lost track of the damn condoms. A moment later, the rustle of paper had him breathing a sigh of relief. She’d found them. A low curse erupted from his chest as her hot wet mouth closed over him again. His fingers buried in her hair, cupping her head. “Damnit, Jenna!”
She released him with a quick pop and he felt the circle of latex being pressed against his sensitive head. Within moments, she had him covered and was standing up again. He watched with narrowed eyes as she jerked her skirt up to her waist exposing the French-cut bikini panties. He licked his suddenly dry lips before reaching out to touch them. Hooking a finger under one of the sides, he slowly tugged them down her long legs. It was his turn to kneel at her feet.
He briefly wondered if he had time to taste her but her next words told him he didn’t.
“Fuck me, Noah. Right here, right now. No more teasing.” Her voice was shaky.
He closed his eyes praying for control as he straightened up. “Are you sure? I won’t be gentle and the door is so damn hard.”
“I don’t want gentle, I want to feel you fucking me up against this door. Crush me against it, while you suck on my hard nipples. Please, Noah?”
“Gladly.” He did crush her against the door before urging her legs around his waist. Using his leverage and body weight, he kept her in place while he positioned himself at the wet entrance to her body. Looking into her eyes, he used what little self-control he had left to slowly enter her. A long feminine groan filled the room as he slid into her tight depths. She was tight as a glove around him.
“Oh God, Noah, I can feel your piercing.”
“How does it feel?” His breath rasped as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Good!” She panted against his shoulder as he flexed his hips against hers. Starting out slow but building a strong rhythm, he listened to her gasps and broken words of encouragement. Around him, he could feel the sudden tightening of her sheath as she approached her climax. Vaguely remembering her earlier plea about wanting to feel his mouth tug at her nipples, he separated their upper bodies. She moaned and followed him. Wrapping an arm around her back, he cradled her weight against his pelvis before taking a step back from the door to give them room. He was suddenly glad for the years he’d spent on geological digs and oil platforms. Toting around heavy equipment had made it so he barely felt her weight against him.
“Lift your breast for me, sweetheart.” His order came out hoarse. Her head lifted from his shoulder and she whimpered in protest. “Do it, Jenna.”
Her hands trembled as she lifted o
ne heavy breast for his inspection. He groaned when she brought it high enough to brush his lips. Before he could latch on to it, she took it into her own mouth. The erotic sight had him trembling. “Son of a bitch, baby. Share with me.” She slowly lifted her head to let him have his fun. He gazed at the wet nipple and unbelievably grew harder. “This is gonna be a wild ride, Jenna. Are you ready?”
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Jenna gasped as the feel of his cock stretching her tight folds grew. In the dim light, she could see the flush of desire spread over his cheeks. Even if she hadn’t been stretched around his cock, she would have been able to tell he was aroused beyond belief. When he’d first lifted her and fit her over him like a glove, she’d been ecstatic. She’d never dreamed she’d find a man who’d do it for her. With the growing pressure of his cock inside of her fulfilling her fantasy, she wanted nothing more to please him. When he’d ordered her to lift her breast for him, she’d done one better. She’d lifted it and took it between her own lips. His sudden and harsh intake of breath told her all she needed to know. He found the sight erotic in the extreme and his words proved it.
“Are you ready?” The gritted question had her heart racing. He looked like he was on the verge of losing it.
“Yes…” Her womb clenched when his mouth fastened over her nipple and he pinned her against the door. “Oh, my...fucking God!” Her world exploded around her. The pleasure continued to build even higher when he hooked her legs over his arms and opened her wider to receive his thrusts while still sucking on her. “Please…oh…please…fuck me!” Her scream seemed to release the beast inside of him and he tore his mouth away from her.
His head flew back as he cupped her ass in his hands while he forced as much of his length as he could - as fast as he could inside her body. Another scream tore from her as sexual pleasure so intense and bright shook her body. Vaguely, she could hear his curse as his body stiffened against hers. She could feel the warmth of his seed filling the condom and all she could do was cling to him as she came back down from the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt in her entire life.
A giggle escaped her as she realized they were both still dressed. He was still wearing his tuxedo trousers and her gown was wadded up around her waist. He grumbled under his breath before lifting his head to stare down at her. “What’s so funny?”
She smiled up at him. “Us. We couldn’t even wait until we got our clothes off.”
“Remove my shirt.” His sensually soft order had her trembling as she unbuttoned it and pushed it from his shoulders. It fell to the floor unnoticed when he reached behind her unzipped then slid her dress over her head. It joined his shirt on the floor. Now all she had on was her bra, which had slipped down around her waist. Her satin sandals had mysteriously disappeared. He licked his lips.
“Take off your bra, Jenna.”
She reached behind her to only realize she couldn’t reach the hooks. In frustration, she finally pulled it all the way around before so she could unfasten them. The whole time he watched her, while inside her pussy, she could feel him stiffening again.
Her head lifted in surprise. “Again?”
“I told you I was a randy bastard.” He motioned for her to grab the bag on floor as he squatted down. Snagging the paper sack, her eyes widened as he easily stood up carrying her towards the bed. Her womb clenched as his cock shifted with each step he took. When he was next to the bed, he sat down, driving himself impossibly deep. A wail escaped her when a small climax washed over her. Under her, he murmured his approval before lifting her off of him, just long enough to put a new condom on, after toeing off his shoes and kicking his pants off. They were now naked against each other.
Positioned her over him, he grinned up at her before cupping her cheek. “I know why you wanted me to fuck you against the door. None of your other lovers would do that, would they?”
Panting at the feel of him against her, she tried to focus on his words. She shook her head in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe he wanted to talk about this right now.
He continued on as if he didn’t see her embarrassment. “So am I correct in assuming you’ve never ridden a man before?”
“No.” she gasped when he slid slow and deep inside of her.
Then he lay back on the bed with his hands on her hips. “Then ride me. Make me crazy with desire.” His hoarse words and coaxing hands helped her find a rhythm that had her catching her breath. As need bordering on pain washed over her, she leaned over to support herself on his chest. She moaned when he touched a highly sensitive spot inside of her. At his groan, she jerked back in surprise.
Am I hurting him? “Noah?”
He hauled her back into position before bending his knees and placing his feet on the mattress. “Mine!” His hands grasped her hips to hold her still before he began to buck under her, his cock rubbing against the sensitive spot she’d just found. “Oh, yeah squeeze me tight. I need to feel it.”
She cried out as the coil inside of her wound tighter. His crude words were driving her crazy. Pressing her mouth against his pulse, she tried to keep from exploding. “Feel what?”
“Feel your pussy milking my cock as you come.” Holding her hips against his thighs tightly, he helped her find the fast hard rhythm she needed to send her soaring. Each thrust against her had her soaring even higher.
“Oh God, Noah!” Her scream echoed through the room as her overwhelming orgasm wracked her body.
“Fuck! So tight!” Within moments her head whirled as he rolled her onto her back, lifted her legs over his shoulders, before pounding to his own intense release. “Jenna!” His body went rigid against hers as he climaxed.
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His chest heaving like bellows, Noah caught his weight on his legs and forearms as the pleasure sang through his system. Releasing her legs, he fought to keep from crushing her under him. It had been years since he’d been able to go twice in a row without recovery time. There was something about Jenna Smith that just got to him.
He started to lift away when she wrapped her legs around him. “No. Stay, please?” Her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“Okay, sweetheart.” Letting his weight fall to the side, he kept her tight against him and wondered if he was going to be able to leave when his vacation was over.
Chapter Four
The sun was already high in the sky when Noah finally awoke. His body, sated from last night’s sexual marathon, was pleasantly sore but well rested. Rolling to his side, he briefly wondered if four times in less than two hours was a record for Jenna, just as it had been for him. He hadn’t had that kind of staying power since he was in college, but knew that it had to be Jenna that’d caused his libido to go into overdrive. Speaking of his naughty little minx, he reached out but only came up with cool sheets.
Opening his eyes, he jerked upright, uncaring that the sheet now pooled around his waist was tented by his morning wood.
“Jenna, sweetheart?” Perhaps she was in the bathroom. His voice sounded rough in the late morning sunlight as he waited and hoped for answer. When he didn’t get one, he kicked aside the sheet before standing. He was contemplating whether or not to be angry that she had left his bed and the room, but after looking at the clock he realized he’d slept to almost noon. Damn jetlag. No wonder she slipped off.
Stretching he headed to the bathroom. First a shower, and then he’d figure out where the hell his little vixen had gotten off to. He wasn’t anywhere near being done with her delicious self.
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Jenna let herself into her parents’ house after sending a quick prayer to God that they’d be still at church. Walking into the country blue kitchen, she was just reaching for the coffee when she heard the sound of someone behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she wanted to groan when she saw Kathleen. Standing in her rumpled bridesmaid dress in front of her sister-in-law was like taking an ad out in the Cedar Rapids Gazette. She’d soon be on the phone telling all her friends how Jenna had been out all
night like a common slut.
Deciding to own the crime, Jenna smiled sweetly at Kathleen. “Good morning or should I say, afternoon? My, how time flies when you’re having fun.” She picked up her coffee mug and carried it up the stairs towards her bedroom, ignoring the sputtering behind her.
Since the fiasco with Dawson, she’d moved back into her parents’ house while the new house she was buying cleared escrow. She couldn’t wait for the end of the month to get here, so she could move in. If she had to face her mother’s pitying expression at breakfast one more time, she’d scream. To avoid it, she’d taken to waiting until after her mother left for work before coming down. Entering her room, she swallowed roughly when she found Dawson passed out on her bed. He still wore his tuxedo pants and rumpled shirt, but had somehow lost one shoe. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she eyed the figure stretched out diagonally across her bed like he owned it. Who the hell had allowed the bastard into the house, let alone her bedroom?
“What the fuck!” Her exclamation had him opening his eyes before jerking upright in bed. His blurry eyes focused on her for a moment before he rolled over and reached for her trash basket next to the bed. The sounds of him retching had her nose curling in distaste. Grabbing a change of clothes out of her dresser, she ignored the pitiful moans of Dawson heaving before she entered her adjoining bathroom. Locking it behind her, she quickly started the shower.
By the time, she got out she felt refreshed and anxious to get back to the hotel and Noah. Sliding on the jean shorts and tank top, she pulled her dark hair into a ponytail. After adding a quick layer of lipgloss she was ready to go. Opening the door, she found Dawson standing in front of her. When he fell towards her, she realized he’d been using the door as support.