Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
K acey
Too personal.
Yes, that was the truth, but why would I ruin such an incredible moment by blurting it out? Because I wasn’t good at dating and obviously not at being intimate with a man. I expected him to grab his clothes and walk out. I honestly wouldn’t blame him. He’d just given me the very first orgasm by mouth of my life and he knew it. Then I’d gone and ruined it.
I let out a sharp expulsion of air that sounded as agonized as I felt.
He scratched his head and the brief moment allowed me to get a really good look at him in the dim light. He was magnificent from head to toe. His body was even more muscular than his clothes had allowed me to see. With broad shoulders, perfectly carved muscular arms, solid six-pack abs, and a deep V leading to the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen, my mouth was watering to the point I was fearful of drooling.
I forced myself to look away, another flash of embarrassment crawling through my system.
“No kissing,” he repeated as if I’d just told him I was from Mars.
“No. Too intimate.”
“O-kay, princess. Turn around so I can see that gorgeous ass of yours.”
His reaction wasn’t what I’d expected, but his commanding voice was impossible to ignore. I did as he instructed, keeping my head tilted as far over my shoulder as possible. He was studying me fiercely, his eyes glazed over. Or maybe I was thinking too much of this.
“Utterly perfect. Now walk toward the window.”
I opened my mouth to object, but for some insane reason wanted to obey him.
So I did.
“How about hard fucking? Too intimate for you?” he asked, his tone so dark and husky that I strained to hear what he was saying. He walked closer and I felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement tearing through me.
My God. He was so huge. I wanted to laugh and squeal at the same time.
“No.” I sounded meek, highlighting my weakness around men. I might not be a virgin, but I might as well be for all the limited experience I’d had. When he walked closer, I found myself tensing.
He sensed my nervousness, gripping both my shoulders and pressing his hot lips across the nape of my neck. “But this is okay. Yes?”
“Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes as he brushed his hands down to my breasts, cupping while instantly pinching my nipples. The effect of the slice of pain was as incredible as it had been before, perhaps even more so. A haze formed against the cool glass. Or maybe that was from my heavy breathing.
“Hands on the window.”
I did was I was told, trying desperately to watch what he was doing.
He gripped my hips, yanking my bottom further from the window. The crack of his hand on my buttocks was so unexpected I yelped. He issued another growl, almost as if the sound was a warning.
“Are you ready for me, princess?”
I’d always hated the term before. All my life, because my father had called me that. I was definitely no princess, but the way he said the word was titillating. “Yes.”
He brought his hand down three more times. I could swear the man was priming me. Or he was ensuring I knew he wasn’t leaving until he got what he wanted.
That sent me floating in a sea of desire.
“Do you like a little pain with your pleasure?”
I didn’t want to answer that, but his tone meant business. He wanted the truth. Why not tell him? I had nothing to lose.
“Yes.”
The hard smack of his palm continued to be jarring, but it was delicious in every way. I closed my eyes, arching my back slightly in a shameful move. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he continued electrifying every inch of my body.
“I can tell,” he growled and caressed my bottom before sliding his hand between my legs. Even the way he held my soaking mound was possessive. His forceful yet tender actions truly had me wondering what he did as a profession. “Very ready.”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
As soon as he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, I willed myself not to tense. The flash of electricity soaring through me was reassuring. As he slowly slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds, nothing on this earth could have kept me from moaning. I no longer recognized my own voice or my naughty actions as I wiggled and arched my back.
His cock was massive and stretched my muscles. The feeling as they clamped around his shaft sucked my breath away. He had a way of making me feel as if I was floating on air, watching the sinful action as it unfolded.
When he thrust the remainder of his cock inside, I was momentarily thrown by the sensations and a strange wave of emotions I hadn’t expected. I’d never been prone to excitement from the thought of sex or anything intimate, but I could easily get used to this delicious sin and the man himself.
I bit my lip as my pussy muscles throbbed, concentrating on the sound of his growls and heavy breathing.
Surprise hit me as he walked us back by a few feet and I had no idea what he was doing. When he sat down in the hotel room chair, dragging me with him, the angle shifted. I felt even fuller than before, gasping for air as the tingles turned into vibrations humming all throughout my body.
My muscles continued to stretch as his cock throbbed. He was filling me completely. I wiggled on his lap. The feeling of my butt nestled against his thighs spurred the bad girl inside of me.
As he started working me up and down, I rubbed my fingertips on the sides of his legs. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on him, his perfection almost glaring.
“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted out.
“More. Harder.”
“Are you certain you can take it?”
“Uh-huh. Just fuck me.” I honestly had never wanted anything so much in my life. He took my request to heart, pumping me up and down with so much force I was breathless. I started bucking hard against him. Suddenly, I felt the palm of his warm hand as he rolled it around my waist and between my legs.
“Still so wet for me,” he whispered, his actions becoming even more savage. He rolled his finger around my clit, tempting my body to orgasm again. “Come again for me.”
I dug my nails into his legs, realizing I’d marked him in several locations. With a smile on my face, I rocked against him, floored when he pressed his thumb forcefully against my clit. It was so sensitive, a moan shot from my mouth.
Stars were right there, floating in front of my eyes as he drove me into another even more incredible climax. I could feel my pussy milking his cock, pulling him in even deeper if that was possible. I was consumed by the wild heat we shared, the feeling of floating on air.
My body shook as the orgasm rocked through me. Nothing had ever felt this good. No man. No massage. No warm bath. Nothing. I was in shock as he used his strong muscles, rising from the chair so he had more momentum in fucking me.
With every muscle jarred, wave after wave of electricity tearing through me, I could barely breathe any longer. The hard, hot pleasure continued, the primal moment forcing trickles of perspiration down one side of my face.
The tickling sensations were mild, yet added to the crazed moment.
I sensed he was ready to come, his touch rougher and his muscles twitching from trying to hold back. His growls filled the room and I closed my eyes, smiling from the sheer joy washing through me.
He erupted deep inside, filing me with his seed, the sizzling rush matching my heavy breathing.
“I could do that all day, sexy princess.” He rolled my hair aside, stretching his neck so he was able to press kisses on the base of mine.
I shivered from the tender moment. It was almost too close to kissing. When I started to climb off his lap, he pulled me down with a solid thud.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“How could anything be wrong? I’m just not done with you yet.”
Another blush swept up my cheeks and while I resisted saying it, I was glad he felt that way.
Maybe too glad.
A warm and fuzzy feeling floated through my system even as I tried to open my eyes. The light streaming in through the window indicated late morning was approaching. I had nowhere to be until later for the interview so I could take my time luxuriating in a long, hot shower.
With my dad not arriving back home for another day, I would have the evening to myself. Maybe my mystery man would reappear.
No, I doubted it. He hadn’t struck me as the kind of man who wanted to engage in a repeat of anything.
I rolled over, hoping to see Sebastian still resting on the other side of the bed. It was empty. I rolled my hand across the bottom sheet, hating the coolness clinging to my fingers. The sheets shifted against my bottom and I was reminded of the light spanking. There was no remaining ache, but I was still tingling everywhere, my pussy throbbing.
He’d left sometime before dawn. I’d sensed him leaving, but sweet exhaustion had prevented me from opening my eyes or whispering a single word. The night had been perfect, so much so that images of his rugged face had remained in my mind even during the limited few hours of sleep.
He’d kept me excited, his stamina incredible. We’d fucked twice more, the last time a marathon event. I was sore all over, his scent covering every inch of my body.
Exactly as I’d wanted.
Was it so wrong to want to share something completely intimate with a total stranger?
I rolled onto my stomach, dragging the pillow he’d used under me. His scent was everywhere, the aftershave carrying bits of exotic spice, citrus, a dark wood, and something earthy. It suited him and I had a feeling his fancy suits were nothing more than a costume.
We all wore them from time to time.
Groaning, I pounded my fist on the pillow.
He was gone, returning to whatever life he’d enjoyed.
I had to remind myself what we’d shared was a filthy happenstance, nothing more.
Yet I sensed a strange ache inside for the first time. At least that meant I felt something.
And it was amazing.
I shifted into a sitting position, allowing myself to smile. But it was time to head to the shower where I’d try to put the event behind me.
While I doubted I’d do something like that again, I would have the memories, using them to ignite my fantasies.
“Goodbye, my mysterious man. Maybe we’ll meet again.”