Never Say Never: Gravel Hill Boys Book Two

3. Madison

We steppedinto the glass elevator for the short ride down to the fifty-second floor. A couple got on with us but exited one floor below at Jean-Georges. As soon as the door slid shut, and we were alone, he moved me up against the exterior glass wall of the elevator.

Cupping my face with both hands, he tilted my head back and ravaged my mouth. My lips parted, and his tongue toyed with mine. He tasted of beer and desire and… Did lust have a taste? His hips pressed against my belly, and oh. My. God. This man was packing some serious heat. Too soon, the elevator slid to a stop, and he stepped back. My knees quivered. His lips curled into the sexiest half-grin, half-smirk I’d ever seen. The man knew what he was doing to me, and he knew he was doing it well.

He held his hand against the door, giving me time to stagger out—yes, stagger, because that’s what I did. I may have been a little buzzed, but after that kiss, it was a miracle I could stand without assistance.

“This way,” I said, directing him down the corridor while I dug in my clutch for the keycard with shaky hands.

“Allow me,” he offered, holding out his hand for my bag. I gave it to him, and he located the card quickly. He opened the door and before I knew it, the door closed and he pushed me against the back of it. Never had I ever been pressed, pushed, or slammed against a wall or a door, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

His mouth covered mine once more in a delicious kiss. He moved from my lips to my jaw to my neck, before licking a long line from the base of my throat to my ear. If he hadn’t been holding me in place, I would’ve slid to the floor in a throbbing, pulsating heap. His teeth closed over the lobe of my right ear as he tugged my skirt up to my waist, gripped the edge of my panties, and yanked them clean off.

Before I could complain that he’d just destroyed my favorite pair of panties, he kicked my legs apart, dropped to his knees, and covered my sex with his mouth. When he added those long fingers of his, I threw my head back so hard I saw stars. Or maybe the stars were the result of that wicked tongue of his.

No longer able to hold myself upright, I began to slide down the door until the man with the talented tongue and fingers lifted my thigh over his shoulder, keeping me pinned to the door with one giant hand splayed across my belly .

My brain had turned to mush while my body trembled and shook. I grabbed a handful of his hair and held on. Pulling him closer, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down on him. He responded by grabbing my ass and digging his fingers into the firm flesh, pulling me hard against his mouth. My nipples tightened into hard buds. The floor of my pelvis quivered with sparks of electricity. Out of reach, but edging closer, my orgasm flickered in the periphery, swirling, teasing, and growing stronger until it was almost too much to bear. Nothing in my life could compare to what was happening.

The sounds I made were unfamiliar to me, moans and groans and muttered curses. I chanced looking down for the first time and when our eyes met, I felt him smile against my pussy before he dove in harder, with even more determination. Then he sucked hard on my clit, followed by a nip with his teeth. The stars I’d seen earlier had been replaced with fireworks.

“Oh God,” I shouted. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” Another yank of his hair as he licked and kissed and soothed. “Ohmygod.” No longer able to stand in any capacity, my body began to slide to the right, but with a quick bite on the inside of my thigh, the giver of the greatest orgasm of my life rose, slipped his arm under my knees, and lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing. Maybe there was something to be said about country boys and all those muscles. I was a perfect size two, but not once had Connor—or anyone else for that matter—lifted me off the ground, let alone take me like that against a door.

Trouble’s face glistened in the dim light, but I was too deep in an orgasm haze to feel embarrassed. “Bedroom?” he asked.

Bedroom? I could’ve died a happy woman then and there, but if we were moving into the bedroom, that meant there would be more. Another orgasm like the one he’d just gifted me might kill me, but I was willing to risk it.

“Around the corner and to the right.”

He strolled through my suite into the bedroom and paused in the doorway, taking in the panorama afforded by the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the exterior walls of my corner suite.

“Damn.” I heard a touch of reverence in his voice. “I’m no city boy, but there’s a lot to be said about a view like that.” He tossed me onto the bed and yanked his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. “Too bad we’re up too high for anyone to see us. I’m gonna deserve a round of applause for what I’m about to do to you.”

Cocky? Sure, but given what he’d just done to me in the foyer of my suite, he’d earned that right.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, I was ready to give him that round of applause he so richly deserved, but once I got an eyeful of the hard planes of his chest, the sculpted dips of his abs, and the intricate detailing of a tattoo that started on the right side of his chest and snaked partway down his arm and over his shoulder, my mouth watered. The low light in the room glinted off the reddish-gold hair that trailed from his belly button into his low-slung jeans, set off by a V of muscle that highlighted another tattoo. This one featured a trio of guitars surrounded by flames and was only partially visible between his navel and the top of his jeans.

I dabbed my middle finger into the corner of my mouth to check for drool. None, thankfully, but I might have been purring.

“What floor is your room on?” I asked.

“Don’t have one. Technically, there’s somewhere I’m supposed to be, but looks like my plans have changed.” His grinned widened. “You cool with that?”

My throat tightened. “Please tell me you’re not married, engaged, or in a committed relationship.”

He chuckled, low and sexy, which did nothing to alleviate my fear. I’d been in a committed relationship with Connor, whether he thought so or not. No matter what kind of orgasms Trouble here had in store for me, I would never knowingly be the other woman in any type of cheater scenario. My parents had redefined cheating and made it into an art form. I wanted no part of it.

“I could tell you that, but would you believe me?” Like a panther, he stalked from the window to the bed where I lay. My eyes tracked his movement, and I felt like I was his prey. Why did that excite me so much?

I moved to stand, and he was on me in a flash. He leaned over me on all fours, caging me beneath him.

Talk about a panther.

“Uh, uh, unh,” he murmured. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetness?”

“I am not having sex with a married man,” I declared.

Those perfect white teeth were stark against the dark auburn of his beard. “Who said I was married?”

“You just said you could lie to me and I wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Pretty sure I said nothing of the kind. You told me to tell you I wasn’t married, engaged, or in a committed relationship. And I simply asked if you would believe me if I told you that I wasn’t.”

I rubbed my forehead. I might have been in an orgasm haze. “You’re confusing me.”

He hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my face until our lips were no more than an inch or two apart. “Not married.” He kissed me gently. “Not engaged.” Another kiss. “Not in a committed relationship.” He kissed me again. Sweetly. “And no fucking plans to change that any time soon.”

His next kiss was harder. Deeper. His tongue swiped my lips, parting them. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a rush of heat from my mouth to my still tingling pussy.

Nibbling and biting, he moved from my mouth to my jaw, alternating searing hot kisses with sweet little nips. His lips closed over my ear lobe, and he tugged it between his teeth. My nipples were so hard, they strained against the cool silk of my dress, but what I really wanted was to feel them against his chest.

“Clothes,” I mumbled.

“Overrated,” he said, busying himself in the hollow of my throat.

My fingers curled into the waistband of his jeans. “Too many,” I insisted.

Lifting his head, he smiled down at me. “Sweetheart, that is something you and I can definitely agree on.” Rising, he sat on the backs of his legs. I sat up as well, and reached out to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped me.

“Ladies first. Lift those arms, darlin’. I need to see you.”

I did as he asked, but the second he tossed my dress onto the floor, I crossed my arms over my breasts. Normally, my small breasts didn’t bother me, but a guy this skilled and confident made me second guess my desirability, especially after what had happened earlier this evening with Connor. I bet he had his pick of gorgeous women. My small breasts suddenly had me feeling self-conscious.

He pulled back. “You okay, darlin’? If you’re having second thoughts, I can leave.”

And then what? I sit here alone, drink the contents of the minibar, and eat over-priced cashews? I didn’t want to be alone and just needed to wrap my head around that saying that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone. Shaking my head for clarity, I looked at him and told him I wanted to continue.

His face scrunched. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course it is,” I huffed, irritated and turned on at the same time.

“You’re a prickly little thing, ain’t ya?”

Drawing on what little dignity I had left, I sniffed. “You have no idea.”

I lowered my arms. His eyes darkened, but he didn’t move.

This was getting even more annoying. “Are you going to make me say it?”

“I think so. Yeah.”

Damn it. I crawled across the bed to where he stood on the other side and took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me, okay? I want you to fuck me hard enough that I’ll remember it for days.” I had no idea who or what had taken over my body, but I didn’t care.

“Hell yeah,” he growled.

In no time, his belt was unbuckled, his boots landed on the other side of the room, and his jeans followed.

“Commando, huh?”

“Easy access, baby.”

Errr. Well, that was a bit disconcerting. “You have condoms, right?” I asked, trying not to let his long, thick dick distract me. “This doesn’t happen without condoms.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. This never happens without condoms. I always wrap it before I tap it.”

Good, lord. I was having sex with a teenager. Then again, none of the boys I’d slept with in prep school, or even in college, knew their way around a clitoris like this man. Hell, Connor could barely be bothered to find it, and he had an MBA.

I narrowed my eyes. “How old are you?” I asked, considering my judgement was already skewed since I was about to have sex with a complete stranger.

He laughed so loud it startled me.

“You afraid I’m jailbait?” He couldn’t stop laughing. “Despite my boyish good looks, Sugar, I’m damn near twenty-seven. What about you? Do I need to worry?”

“A gentleman never asks a lady her age.”

He dropped one knee onto the bed. “No worries then, ‘cause I ain’t no gentleman.”

That gorgeous dick of his was staring straight at me. Connor and I had rarely exchanged oral favors. I wasn’t much of a giver in that department, and neither was he. But with that thing jutting proudly near my face, and still feeling the effects of what this stranger had done to me, I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it. Besides, tonight wasn’t about me and Connor… Okay, it was exactly about me and Connor since the only reason I was here was because he’d just yanked my heart out and stomped all over it in a Michelin-starred restaurant.

I chewed on my bottom lip as he crawled toward me. When he reached me, he used his thumb to tug my lip free. “Tonight, that’s my job. I’m the one who gets to nibble on those sweet lips.” I swallowed back a sigh; damn, he was sexy as hell.

“I’ll allow it, but first I get to do this.” I gave him a gentle shove until he was on his back, then I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick. I leaned in and licked the crown, then ran my tongue over it, paying special attention to the underside of the head. He groaned, and the sound sent a delicious shiver through me.

I excelled in many things, giving head had never been one of them. But I was a smart girl, and I’d read dozens of romance novels. As a teen, I’d even downloaded different sex how-to books on my Kindle.

Throwing caution and inhibitions to the wind, I gave him my all. I grasped him tightly and allowed my bottom teeth to connect with the underside of his cock while covering the head with my mouth. His hands sank into my hair. He clutched the back of my head and moaned long and low. I had a moment of panic, afraid he was going to start ramming into me, but he didn’t. I felt the tug of my hair against my scalp, but I also felt his control. So with a little more confidence, I did my best to give him as good as he gave me.

I licked and sucked, and the more he muttered, cursed, and tugged my hair—who knew that felt good?—the deeper I took him, until he hit the back of my throat.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.”

I lifted my head, and he gripped the base of his dick, presumably staving off a pending orgasm. There was no hiding the smile stamped on my face. Clearly, he’d enjoyed my ministrations, but there was no way I was swallowing a stranger’s cum.

I was congratulating myself on a job well done when I was flipped onto my back. Trouble smiled down at me. “Where’d you learn to suck dick like that, you little vixen?”

I just shrugged and smiled. What was one more secret between strangers?

He kissed me deeply and thoroughly, and I was soon squirming beneath him. He peppered my throat and chest with kisses. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and one of his gargantuan hands covered my other breast. “These are the sweetest little titties I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

I was ready to protest or defend what I might be lacking, but he moved on to my other breast and attacked it with such vigor, licking and sucking, that I forgot to be offended. He appeared seriously invested in what I had to offer.

Popping off my nipple, his green eyes latched onto mine as he dragged his tongue over my belly. He stopped for a moment to swirl it around my belly button, and then continued lower. When he reached my pussy, he grinned up at me, looking every bit like a naughty troublemaker.

Again?Was he serio?—?

Oh. My. God.

I nearly shot through the headboard. He was serious all right. It seemed like only a few moments passed before I was arching off the bed and coming harder than I had the first time, thanks to that incredible tongue of his. My chest heaved and my eyes were still somewhere in the back of my head when I heard the tear of a foil wrapper. At least one of us still had their wits about them. He could’ve fucked me bare right now, and I wouldn’t have had the wherewithal to stop him.

He rubbed the head of his dick over my sensitive clit. “Last chance, darlin’. Yes or no?”

How could he even ask me that at this point? I was putty in his hands. And on his tongue. And in a few seconds, on his dick.

“God, yes,” I croaked. “Yes, yes, yes.”

With an evil chuckle, he slid in, inch by slow inch. I shimmied and clenched. When he was deep inside me, he swiveled his hips, grinding against my public bone, and I let out such a long, low moan, I surprised myself. Never had I felt such a deep physical connection to a lover before.

Fully seated, he swirled his hips slowly, pushing deeper each time, until I was sure he was pressing on my cervix. All the while he kissed me tenderly. Just soft lips and tender nibbles. Then the more he moved, the deeper and harder he kissed me. He growled, and I swallowed down his sounds and returned them as my own.

His kisses trailed along my jaw until his lips met my ear. “I need to fuck you,” he grunted. “I need to fuck you so hard.”

Sparks of electricity shot through my body. My hips moved with his, as I ran my foot up the back of his leg. “Yes,” I mewled.

Never separating from me, he rolled to the side, grabbed my leg, and pressed my knee into my chest so that my calf rested against his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper.

“Hang on, darlin’, because I am about to fuck you into next week.”

And damn if he didn’t do exactly that.