by Gayle, E. M.
I only knew what sat in my mind and it was getting all kinds of sneaky. Not to mention dangerous. With effort I managed not to frown. Why couldn’t I take a night for fun? Just one night. Without guilt or fear. No one would think to look for me here.
He dipped his head closer so his lips touched my ear. “I have a room in this hotel.”
I sucked in air. There it was. The invitation. Or in my mind the gauntlet of challenge I’d been waiting for. Time to put up or shut up.
“That’s convenient,” I whispered back.
He laughed, a low husky sound that kind of came out on a growl that tickled between my legs. “It is. And private. Although I’m not against a less private experience if you prefer.”
My stomach jolted at the idea as desire chased away apprehension. Apparently since that didn’t scare me off, I was going to discover all kinds of deep dark secrets and fantasies about myself tonight.
And he wasn’t only touching my bare back anymore. His hands were all over me. Sides, back, the top curve of my ass… It was getting harder to breathe. Still, I wasn’t sure I was ready to go to his room.
Although someone should tell my mouth that as it blurted out whatever the hell it wanted. “Both sound good to me.”
Yes, I was teasing but who cared? If I had only one night before the harsh cold reality of my immediate future settled in, I intended to make the most of it.
He dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He hastily pulled out several bills and laid them on the table then placed me on my feet. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Six
Izzy
He grabbed my hand and led me from the bar. I had no idea where we were going and for the first time in my life I didn’t care. Whatever he wanted, I wanted.
The fleeting thought I might be going up to a hotel room with a dangerous man didn’t bother me—there was dangerous, and then there was evil. He didn’t have the same vibe as my father or my former fiancée.
With Houston I lacked the gut feel of a man who was capable of hurting a vulnerable woman. Although the fact I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure of anything gave the encounter an edge I couldn’t deny excited me.
A familiar thrill moved through me, reminding me that I didn’t always hate what I couldn’t see. That danger could be as thrilling as darkness.
He pulled me to the elevator and pressed up against me. I raised my eyebrows in question, but he only shrugged. The doors swished open and he shoved me into the empty elevator and followed me in.
“Been dying to do this since I found you on that fucking pier.” He grabbed my hair and tugged my head to the side and buried his face in my neck. His tongue darted out and he began alternately sucking on my skin and licking me.
“Found youuu,” I said, already breathing heavy enough the words came out exaggerated.
He lifted his head. “What?” The blue of his eyes deepened to a darker shade, giving his face an edge that made my heart beat faster.
“I found you.”
His smile broadened and my stomach fluttered from the sheer power of it. “Okay, Princess. You found me. Better?”
“Yes.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss, smashing my lips to his. With his mouth fused to mine and the heat growing exponentially between my legs, I barely heard the elevator doors open until he pulled free and with a hand to my lower back, steered me down a short corridor, through another door.
The cool breeze of night air swept over me, causing a little shiver. We were outside again, but this time on the roof of the hotel with not another soul to be found. An amazing rectangular pool ran almost the entire width of the building. The crisp, clear water was lit up, casting a mesmerizing glow over the entire space and drawing my attention.
Every ten feet or so the calm water was punctuated by a gentle spray from a fountain at the edge of the concrete. There were also dozens of lush green plants and trees surrounding the entire area, lending an even greater feel of seclusion in what normally would have been a boring, desolate concrete roof top.
If I was on a normal date, I’d probably think how romantic this was. Heck, I still kind of did. Moonlight, the rhythmic tinkling of falling water, no other people to interrupt us…
“Where is everyone?” I turned in a circle looking for anyone. “This place is too incredible to stay empty for long.”
He shrugged. “The pool closed an hour ago. We’ve got the place to ourselves.”
“So we aren’t supposed to be here?” When he didn’t answer me, a secret thrill traveled down my spine. Alone with a badass in a place I didn’t belong…
As if a forbidden tropical oasis wasn't enough already, I noticed the spectacular view in the dim, glowing light. Water as far as the eye could see with both the Puget Sound and the snow tipped Olympic Mountains looming in the distance, reminding me that the wilds of nature were there to echo the surge of reckless freedom rioting through my mind. The beauty of which nearly rendered me speechless.
“Wow.”
“I agree,” he said.
I looked up at him to find him not looking at the view at all. At least not the one of nature. His gaze had firmly locked on me and the dark color of his eyes spoke clearly of his intent.
A hot flush crawled up my neck and into my face. I couldn’t recall a single time in my life when anyone looked at me like he did. As if he saw not only the woman in front of him, but clear to my soul. I choked back a whimper as I had no defense against such intensity. Nor did I want one.
Fear however, my near constant companion, continued to rear its ugly head. Any moment now I expected him to change his mind and take me back down to the bar. Where I would be alone.
Suddenly that was far more dangerous than being with him, a man I’d just met who set off all kinds of warning bells.
I was considered ordinary. Everyone said so. I wasn’t beautiful like my mother, with her perfectly proportioned nose, lips and cheek bones that formed the perfect trio of beauty every man wanted and every woman hated because they didn’t have it. Although I did get her gorgeous thick mane of hair and big boobs, two things I was grateful for at the moment.
“Why do you look scared?” he asked, his hand gently cupping my right cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I blinked, trying to shove away the attacking nerves. I wasn’t about to say anything that might push my badass away. “I’m not scared. Maybe a little nervous. I mean it’s not often I find myself alone on a rooftop with a man who looks like he wants to eat me.”
His grin reappeared. “You’re right about that, Princess. I am going to eat you.”
With that he leaned close and covered my lips with his with such force my breath hitched and I froze like a baby deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car barreling towards me.
In less time than it took for my heart to beat again, my lips parted on a low moan of heated desire. His tongue tangled with mine as his fingers dove into the depths of my hair and its thick curls.
I wanted to drown into this kiss and think of nothing else ever again until his fingers fisted, tugging me tight against him. That singular move made a promise of so much more than a touch of our lips. No matter how insanely good that kiss was, I wanted more.
I wanted it all, including the hard erection pressed between us. Now there was a promise I intended to take from him as heat rippled over my body.
As if reading my mind, he lifted me up like I weighed nothing and carried me over to one of the poolside lounges that were shaped like an egg with openings on each side.
He dropped me inside on the surprisingly soft cushion and pressed down against me. The rough corded muscles of his arms slid against my body and I groaned with the heady pleasure that tiny bit of friction sparked.
At this rate I was going to spontaneously combust before we got anywhere with this. Or I was going to die from overload.
“Lift up your skirt,” he growled into my mouth.
Surprised at how eager I was to
comply, I grabbed the hem of the wedding dress and pulled it halfway up my thighs. I could already feel the heat of his skin and I couldn’t wait to get more of it.
“Nuh uh. Up around your waist, babe.”
I yanked harder trying not to wiggle out of his arms as I did.
“Holy hell, woman.”
I jerked my head up to see his eyes focused on the undergarments I’d revealed. I still wore the lace topped thigh highs, garter and the see through white lace boy-cut panties that only covered about half my butt. Not that he could see my ass at the moment.
“If I’d known this is what I was going to find I would have dragged your ass up here before we started drinking.”
I smiled, ridiculously pleased at his reaction. “There’s a peek a boo white bustier under here too. I could show you.”
His lust darkened eyes fixed on mine. “Not right now. I don’t think my control could take it.”
I bit my lip and clamped down the urge to laugh. I really liked his response.
At that he shoved a knee between my thighs and lowered me gently down. My back no sooner hit solid surface and he was pushing harder against my legs so he could spread them wide.
Joining me in the partial enclosure he walked his fingers up the inside of my legs. I held my breath as he neared my pussy, trembling from anticipation. When his fingers tucked underneath the edges of my panties I thought I would catch fire from the friction against my skin. But it was his warm breath fluttering through the lace that made me writhe.
“You are so damned sexy,” he said, kissing below my belly button and just above the edge of my panties. I moaned, amazed at how good his touch made me feel.
There was also something almost painful about it as my body ached for him to hurry while he took his sweet time. I could already tell my panties were wet from wanting him so bad, and at this rate they were going from damp to drenched.
I watched him unclip the garter before running his big, strong hands across the scrap of lace at my hip. He gathered the material across my middle and tugged until the piece covering my mound slid between my lower lips.
His nose nuzzled my thigh, encouraging me to spread farther. Desperate for more of his attention, I shifted until I was wide open, encouraging him while he watched.
“I swear to Christ I never thought a woman could rock wedding white and make my dick this fucking hard from it.”
Holy shit. A full body shiver ripped through me. Forget fire. Between the look in his eyes and the words out of his mouth, I was headed straight for inferno any second now.
With a smile on his face he lowered his head and explored my exposed folds with his tongue. The shocking intensity of his touch shot an electric current clear to my toes, making a whimper vibrate in my throat.
“Mmm. Love that noise, babe. Do it again.” This time he nuzzled the area with his whole face, scraping my sensitized flesh with the stubble covering his cheeks and chin.
“Oohh, oohh.” I writhed for more.
He lifted his head and shifted his hands, curling his fingers under the edge of my panties and peeling them down. “Gotta get these out of the way. Need to see it all.”
I shuddered as he shifted me around and pulled my underwear off with little effort.
“Damn as much as I want all of this shit off you, I think I’m going to have to wait until next round.”
Before my stomach finished tumbling from his words, his mouth met my clit and began a slow, steady sucking motion that made me nearly jump from the seat.
Without stopping, he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the arms of the chair. By this time his tongue had joined the party and my hips were rotating in encouragement, seeking more friction. I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned there was no shame in loving something this good and wanting more of it.
His damned tongue was so talented it was all I could think of. Getting more. Lots more. I moaned, he grunted, tightening his grip on my hands. This was so much better than the vibrator I had ordered online.
Sooo much better.
As if his mouth and tongue weren’t enough, he grazed my clit with his teeth until my moan became a wail. Pressure built low in my belly, gathering force as he thrust first one finger and then another inside me. I think my toes curled as I rushed toward the edge of the proverbial cliff. It was so close I think I sobbed.
This was it. I was tipping over.
He pulled his mouth away. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Drench my fingers.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. My muscles locked down and I shot from the chair until his grip on my hands stopped me. His fingers and mouth were relentless through the whole thing, driving me higher than I thought possible.
When I finally came down enough to open my eyes, he was hovering over me, watching.
“That was the most Goddamned beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen. Made my dick nearly explode.”
I grinned and blushed at the same time. Feeling pretty brave and really wanting him inside me, I leaned forward and nipped his lip. “We gonna do it now or what?”
“Hell yeah.” He stood long enough to rip open his pants and reach into his wallet for a condom.
I vaguely noticed him tearing the package with his teeth when I got my first glimpse of his cock. It was a thing of beauty and unlike anything I’d seen before. Long, thick and so hard it jutted in my direction. He was a lot bigger than my toy and my muscles clenched at the mere thought of him stretching me wide with that thing.
I reached down to touch him and he jumped out of my reach.
“No way, Princess. Not this time.” He rolled the thin latex over his length and then leaned forward and lifted me from the lounge.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Thought we already covered that, babe. Getting ready to fuck you until we both see stars. Now wrap your legs around my waist and hold onto my shoulders.”
A moment after I got into place he was lifting my ass and sliding me down his thick shaft. We both groaned as my body stretched to accommodate him.
“Damn, baby. I knew a tiny thing like you’d be tight, but shit. You’re gonna make me blow.”
I knew how he felt. I’d never been so full and it was amazing and exciting as hell. “I know. I’m going to come too.”
He turned and backed me against a wall, thus gaining leverage for each new thrust, stretching me wide and abrading all of my sensitive zones at once. I squirmed with nowhere to go. I was restless and desperate and unsure of the tremors running through me.
The coming orgasm felt too big.
Too out of control.
“Houston, please,” I said. I had no idea what I was even begging for. I just needed and it frightened me.
“I know, Princess. It’s good. Really good.” His voice sounded as strained as the muscles coiled in my belly and waiting to strike.
He cut off any more protests by covering my mouth with his. That kiss blistered me almost as much as his big cock. Almost.
Either way, he was moving faster, his tongue mimicking his lower half. I started to come as every muscle in my body locked down tight to the point of pain that exploded into cascading pleasure, while he got serious and pounded into me hard.
My legs shook and my mind fractured into a million pieces.
Houston wrenched free from the kiss and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. You’re pulling me under.” He thrust deep several more times and froze, pulsing inside me.
I didn’t realize with a man his size I would feel every little thing, but I did. Every jerk of his cock caused an equal reaction inside me as my muscles tightened, extending the orgasm in ways I never knew possible.
Holy shit.
I held on tight afraid to let go. Any girl in her right mind never wanted something this good to end. This was the kind of sex I imagined stories were made of. It sure beat the hell out of everything I had hoped it would be. If this was what fucking was supposed to be, sign me up for the rest of my life.
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His hips retreated slow, creating another shockwave of friction that made me whimper. “That was so fucking hot. Come to my room so we can get naked and do it again.”
I had no idea how I could handle that again anytime soon, but I was willing to give it my best effort.
“Okay,” I said.
He responded with another gentle thrust that set my muscles fluttering again. He lifted me off him and I gasped at the sudden loss. “Can you walk?”
“I think so.” My legs were shaking as he set me down. He pulled me into his arms and pressed my face against his chest.
“Seriously. Fucking amazing.”
I thought so too but was afraid I’d choke up if I tried to say too much.
“Thank you,” I said, pulling gently from his arms. I pushed my dress down and looked around for my one missing shoe. I found it half way between the wall and the lounge egg and I put it back on as he pulled his clothes back together.
I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing anymore. This was so far outside of my comfort zone I couldn’t process it. But the thought of never seeing a beautiful specimen like him again felt criminal.
It would be well worth stepping beyond my normal boundaries to spend more time with him. Wasn’t this part of seeing the world I had talked about? Or at least enjoying life however it came at me?
I smothered a giggle at the absurdity of my thoughts.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
I sobered instantly. “Nothing and everything.” I looked down at my crumpled wedding gown. “I really need to get out of this dress.”
“I’ve got a plan for that. Come on.” He held out his hand.
I placed my palm in his and let him lead me back to the elevator. Whatever my badass had in mind for me I knew it would be better than what this night was supposed to be.
Chapter Seven
Houston