Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Harry

One night, one more night is all I need to fuck Alice Hart out of my system. Words I’ve told myself on repeat since we hooked up the first time. She has been a constant in my head ever since we had sex at Chris and Nancy’s wedding. The image of her bouncing on my cock, the way she begged me to fuck her harder hasn’t left my memory.

With the move to London, I knew I needed to have another taste of her, just one last time. By the time I come back, she will be a distant memory and we’ll go back to hating each other.

Once the engagement party ended tonight, we left separately and agreed to meet at the closest hotel we could find. I booked the best room they had and now we are in the elevator, heading up to it. We’ve barely spoken a word. The tension between us is suffocating. Ali’s been scrolling on her phone or digging around in her purse. Anything to avoid speaking to me.

We reach our floor and I scan the key card on the door. Like the gentleman I am, I let her enter the room first.

It’s a large room with a king bed, dark green walls, black side tables and the gold lamps on either side of the bed give the place a soft glow. I drop the keycard on the long dresser opposite the bed. I don’t notice much else because my gaze is fixed on her.

I stalk towards her, cupping her face as I press my lips to hers, kissing her with urgency. We aren’t here to talk. We are here to fuck whatever this is out of our systems and finally move on.

I break the kiss, chest heaving, and start unbuttoning my shirt at an embarrassingly fast pace. I’m going to make every minute count.

“Dress off,” I demand.

“Such a gentleman. You’re not even going to offer me a drink, huh?” she says, removing the thin straps of her pink dress off her shoulders and tugging it down until it hits the floor, and she steps out of it and kicks off her heels. She's wearing a matching lace bra and pantie set, the same hot pink as her dress, and it makes her golden skin glow.

My dick is hardening at the sight of her. Jesus, she's the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

I scan her body, taking in the curve of her hips, her toned waist, and her perfectly perky breasts I am yet to see.

“Bra off,” I instruct while removing my belt and taking off my pants.

“Nope, it stays on.”

“What, why?”

“You don't get to ask why, I said no its no.” Her tone is defiant.

“Fine, but those sexy little things need to come off,” I say, pointing at the lace panties.

“Why don't you take them off for me?” she challenges. I take a step towards her with only my black boxer briefs on and pull her towards me. Wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, I reach for the hem of the panties. Taking it in my hands, I rip the edge and pull the scraps of material away from her body.

“Hey, you’re gonna pay for those.” She playfully shoves at my chest, and I lift her. She squeals, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I place her on the dresser. My hand glides up over her chest until I’m gently squeezing her neck, pulling her towards me. I push my tongue through her soft lips, and she opens her mouth, inviting me in. She tastes of mint and a hint of vodka and it's intoxicating. She lets out a little moan, and it signals my dick to grow harder, if that’s even possible. I break the kiss, stepping back and looking at her, biting down on my lower lip. I need her. Now.

“Knees up, baby. Let me taste you.”

I wonder if she will refuse, but she doesn't. She lifts her legs, resting her heels on the edge of the dresser, opening her legs enticingly. It’s just enough for me to see her perfect pussy, a hint of her arousal coating her swollen lips.

I let out a little groan as I eat up the sight of her. “Perfect.” I sink to my knees where I look up at her and she meets my gaze, her eyes full of want.

I lightly blow on her pussy.

“Fuck,” she pants.

I move closer, licking her entrance and slowly working my way up to her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking hard, earning a short gasp from her.

“Oh, god… more… do that again,” she pleads. I repeat the movement until she's reaching for the back of my head and pushing my mouth firmer against her swollen bud, grinding against my face.

Wanting to push her over the edge, I insert two fingers, working them in and out slowly, swirling my tongue on her clit, feeling her walls tightening and legs tremble.

“Yes, god, don’t you fucking stop.” A strangled moan escapes her lips. Letting go of my head, her hands grip the edge of the dresser as her body begins to shudder. I pick up the pace with my fingers, curving them to hit that sensitive spot inside her.

“H… please…”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg,” I moan against her pussy before clamping my mouth back down on her swollen clit.

“Ohhh, fuck, yes, yes,” she cries breathlessly as she convulses, the sound making my cock leak precum and straining against the material of my boxers.

I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her as her walls tighten, soaking my fingers. The taste of her hitting my tongue as it coats her, groaning in appreciation, I lap up every damn drop. Her trembling legs fall, her thighs hitting the dresser as she leans back against the wall.

I ease out my fingers, rise to my feet, and step in between her legs, pressing my glistening fingers to her lips. “Open,” I demand. Her hooded eyes meet mine as she parts her full lips and sucks on my fingers, swirling her tongue over the tips, my balls pulsing at the sight.

“See how sweet you taste, what my touch does to you.”

She swallows hard, taking a moment to respond. “My turn,” she whispers. Jumping down off the dresser, she takes my hand, dragging me towards the couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that fill one wall and pushes me to sit.

“Take them off,” she says, pointing at my boxer briefs. I pull them off in a flash, my painfully hard dick springing free. I lean back against the cushions, bracing my arms on the back of the couch, ready for what she has in store.

“Come on, baby, show me what else that mouth can do,” I challenge, giving my dick two long strokes that almost have me coming on the spot.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she sinks to her knees, smoothing her hands up my muscular thighs. My heart rate picks up at an alarming rate and she's barely touched me.

She nestles in between my thighs and looks up at me through thick dark lashes, her icy blue eyes sparkling from the reflection of the city light through the window. She has the most hypnotizing eyes I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, those eyes of yours,” I groan, feeling the urge to palm my hardening cock to relieve some of the tension building there.

“Prepare to have your mind blown, Harry Walker.”

“Bring it on, baby.” She lowers her mouth to the tip of my cock, taking one hand and holding the base, never breaking eye contact. She licks the end at an agonizingly slow pace, and I bite out a hiss.

Opening her mouth, she takes me in, sucking hard. My eyes roll and I moan. She swirls her tongue over the tip, then moves her mouth, taking all of me in, and I mean all of me. Never has a woman taken all of me.

Fuck me, who is this woman?

“Fuck, baby, yesss,” I growl, my hips moving on their own accord.

She works my shaft with her hand, flicking her tongue over the tip, looking up at me with a heated gaze that would have me blowing my load right then and there if I wasn't trying to hang on for dear life, to drag this out for as long as possible. Her hair falls around her shoulders, tickling the insides of my thighs as her head bobs up and down hollowing out her cheeks, she takes all of me, and gagging when I hit the back of her throat. She picks up the pace, her sexy little moans vibrating through my shaft has my vision blurring in pleasure. Needing something else to distract me from exploding, I scoop her hair in my hands, gripping it in one hand and fisting the couch cushion with the other.

“Baby, I’m gonna come. Stop now if you don't want me to shoot my load in your pretty little mouth.” My voice is desperate, my breathing uneven.

Like a champ, she keeps going and my grip on her hair tightens, which only seems to spur her on. Her tongue slides over my tip in teasing strokes just as she cups my balls and begins massaging them, driving me out of my damn mind. My balls tighten and my back arches as my orgasm detonates, firing hot ropes of cum down her throat. She swallows hard causing pleasure to surge again, my vision darkening around the edges from the intensity of the moment. She laps up every last bit of cum, moaning around my cock as she does. My head falls to the back of the couch, my grip on her hair loosens and I close my eyes, actively trying to get my rapid breathing under control.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

There is a pop as she releases me from her mouth, and I look up. Hooded watery eyes meet mine as she licks her lips in satisfaction. “You're welcome.” She smirks.

I don’t waste a second. I’m on her, lifting her into my lap, my mouth on hers, tasting my saltiness, but I don’t give a shit. I need her like I need air. I can't think about this only being one night, one final night. But if it is, I need to make it memorable.

My hand grips the back of her neck, keeping her in place as she presses her firm breasts against my chest, the lace brushing against my skin, scratching at my nipples. Despite just having the most intense orgasm, I’m already hard again and the need to be inside her is almost painful.

“My pocket, there's a condom. Get it… hurry,” I say desperately between kisses.

She jumps up, racing over to my suit pants that are crumpled in a heap on the floor. She digs around in the pocket, pulling the condom free and holding it between her index and middle finger. I nod as she brings it back over to me, ripping the condom open with her teeth.

“Is my girl eager for my cock?” I tease, giving it a stroke ready for her.

She rolls the condom down my length slowly, then climbs into my lap. She braces her hands against my chest, moving her mouth a breath away from mine and whispers, “I’m not your girl.” She tries to sit upright again, but I flex my hand around her neck, pulling her back down, so our lips are almost touching.

“Tonight, you are,” I growl. I give her a bruising kiss then release her, leaning back against the couch, my eyes drinking her in. “Now… Ride me.”