Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Caleb
My blood is set to high as I take Ashley’s delicate hand in mine, walking her into the air-conditioned hotel lobby, the sound of piano music and low conversations surrounding us, along with the scent of expensive pine. I could have driven the hour back to Lunson and made love to Ashley for the first time in my bed—and maybe I should have. The foreign setting of a hotel only amplifies the illicitness of our relationship.
Or the perception of illicitness, anyway.
From the outside looking in, I’m an older man bringing another man’s much younger wife to a hotel, so I can fuck her without getting caught.
From the inside, however, our relationship is far different.
I’m a man who has climbed over the fence of obsession and come down on the other side, an endless field in front of me. And she’s given me permission to run free in that field, allowing my infatuation with her to deepen. No end in sight.
She has confessed that she wants to be mine.
Our feelings for each other are authentic. Unexpected. Concentrated.
In short, there is no way in hell I could have made it home, and fucking her in a five-star hotel room is better than pulling over to slake this lust in the parking lot of a rest stop.
I need her with an immediacy that defies description.
As I lead her to the front desk and she’s openly ogled by every single man in the lobby, my teeth set themselves on edge, a jealous beast awakened inside of me. She scoots closer to my side when we arrive at reception and I ask the clerk for a room for the night, setting my credit card down on the marble counter. Then I put my arm around Ashley’s shoulders, tucking her against me securely into my side. Kissing her forehead while I cow every man in the room with a death stare.
She’s mine.
She chose me of her own free will.
Fuck off.
The clerk and I exchange a few words, before she runs my credit card and hands me a room key, not a hint of speculation on her face…
Though I can’t say the same for the couple that joins us in the elevator.
Thinking we’re going to be alone, I haul Ashley up against me, indulging myself with her mouth, because it has been far too long since we kissed. She presses up on her toes, purring as I maul her to appease the jealous lion still pacing inside of me, my hands slipping beneath her dress to cradle and knead her sweet ass through her panties—and I’m in the process of tugging down the waistband, so I can feel the supple flesh of her cheeks against my palms, but the elevator doors halt in their process of closing, a couple in their forties stepping on, the woman rearing back when she spies us in our compromising position. She and her partner enter the elevator, exchanging a not-so-subtle glance.
I begin the painful process of separating myself from the now-public intimacy with Ashley—at least, momentarily—but she surprises me by snuggling closer, rubbing her belly against the ninety-degree angle of my dick. All while looking me in the eye.
Whimpering.
My lord, does she…like this public display of affection?
Even Ashley doesn’t seem to understand the impulse, her movements verging on shy, yet there she goes, teasing me again with a wicked rock of her hips, my cock turning to forged steel in response.
I test my theory that she wants to be seen by palming her ass beneath her pink dress, massaging the tight hills, one at a time, studying the slow roll of heat in her eyes while I kiss her, tangling and untangling our tongues. Openly. Audibly.
“Have some decency,” the woman snaps. “You’re old enough to be her father.”
Ashley’s pupils expand the final millimeter, her ass pushing into my hands.
“Careful,” I rasp. “That only makes her wetter.”
The elevator dings and the couple fling themselves off in a huff, my composure popping like a balloon, legs lunging to pin her between me and the elevator walls, my mouth on a furious mission to take. Ashley gives me everything she knows how to give, her body promising to learn the rest, her legs clamping around my hips in a chokehold.
We arrive at our floor and I growl, ripping her off the wall and charging into the communal area, our room number repeating on a loop in my head. Find it. Find it.
There.
Turned on to a degree that should be impossible, I tilt my head to let her kiss my neck while I unearth the key, slapping it over the sensor. The door opens behind her and we’re in, fucking through our clothes on the way to the bed. Alarm bells begin to sound, because oh yeah, all that stands between me and bone-rattling satisfaction is a couple rough pumps in that tight virgin pussy, but no.
No. Her first time needs to be about her, not me.
“Fuck,” I grind out, laying her down on the bed. Coming down on top of her, the weight of me popping her mouth open on a gasp, pleasure flooding her beautiful features. “Oh m-my God,” she stammers. “You feel so good.”
I bare my teeth against her mouth. “It feels good being pinned down by a man you know will get you off if you only ask.”
“Yes,” she says, dazed. “I’m asking.”
Unbuttoning the front of her dress with my left hand, I kiss her plumped cleavage and up the side of her graceful neck. “It feels good to open your legs for a man who will fuck your mouth in front of strangers, just because it turns you on.”
A flush pinkens her cheeks. “Did it…turn you on, too?”
“Everything with you turns me on, angel.” I peel open her dress, marveling at the smooth dip of her bare stomach, her braless tits, so innocently aroused and ripe to be sucked, then lower, the gentle mound hidden inside of her panties. “ Everything. ”
I skim my palm across her perked-up nipples, my touch continuing down the center of her superb body while she shivers below me, my hand finally reaching her pussy, cupping it for the very first time. Kneading it gently while her green eyes turn the color of smoked moss, the pace of her breath picking up.
“Does that feel nice, angel?”
“Yes.”
I suction my mouth to the spot below her ear, running my knuckle up and down her slit, dampness reaching me through the cotton. “It’s going to feel even better when I lick it.” Gently, I press my knuckle to her clit, kissing the gasp clean off her delicious mouth. “Do you trust me to take special care of you?”
Eyes glazed over, she nods. “I trust you. I only trust you.”
My chest fills with gratitude, fighting my sexual anticipation for space. “Good girl,” I manage roughly, engaging her in a provocative kiss while I’m dragging the sodden panties down her thighs. Off completely. Her tongue is quickly learning how to stoke my fire, growing more confident and, goddamn, do I benefit from that confidence. She kisses with abandon and tenderness, yes, but the way she opens her mouth so wide, her tongue so curious, also communicates her adventurous side.
“She’s going to fuck like a little fireball, isn’t she?” I mutter against her lips.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispers, still blushing like a schoolgirl. “Am I?”
“That’s what my tongue is for,” I say, kissing my way down between her tits, her quivering stomach, pressing my face to the patch of blonde curls and inhaling that citrusy heaven for everything I’m worth. “To make sure you’re licked up and soaking for me. If you’re not screaming for deeper cock, I better be pulling it out and going back to work.”
I can’t stand another second without her taste, so I catch her knees in my hands, open them wide and lap my tongue up the split of her cunt, my balls throbbing when she lets out a shaky exclamation that isn’t part of any language I’ve heard, her pussy opening for me like the pearly gates, slowly, a blooming of flesh and a rush of warmth on my tongue as I explore her deeply, overwhelmed by her sweetness, her mewls of my name.
I forget myself.
I forget everything I’ve ever known, apart from the flesh between her thighs.
I use my thumb to rub her clit into the open and babble my lips against it, her fingers ripping and tearing at my hair. I’m burning up with fever, inside and out, which makes me realize I’m still in a dress shirt, tie, slacks and shoes, while my angel is buck naked, but there’s no time to undress now. Not when she’s started to press herself into my licks, her lips lifting, offering me the only pussy I’ll ever want or need.
“Should I?” she whimpers. “Should I…can I?”
“Can you what, angel?”
“H-have an orgasm like this?”
“You can have ten like this.” Using the flat of my tongue to paint snug circles atop her clit, I bring my fingers up between her legs, tracing her entrance with the pad of my thumb. “God knows I shouldn’t finger this little thing. We don’t want blood on my hands, do we, Ashley? We want it all over my cock.”
Her hips shift, restless, as if wrestling with her oncoming orgasm.
Desperate to experience that squeeze of muscles, I press my thumb into her entrance, my mind reeling at the firmness of her inner walls, the electrical current that races up my arm when she comes. The way those little tendons constrict around my digit, release, constrict. Releasing more and more wetness. Lord God Almighty.
“I can’t stand another second,” I snarl, my self-control sapped as I growl my way up her body and pounce, yanking her knees up around my hips and arrowing my cock down, between her folds, pressing with gritted teeth while my thick tip spreads her untried hole, swooping down to cover her mouth with mine and pumping clean to the hilt, the dramatic draw and clench of her pussy making me shout into her hair, my lower body shuddering like the ground during an earthquake.
“Oh Christ! Or Lord!”
“ Daddy —”
That’s all I need to hear and I’m jackhammering, helplessly. Filling her with quick, savage drives, while my panicked conscience swears at me, demanding I calm myself down, despite the young flex of her cunt, the way she looks up at me in wonder, her mouth swollen from kissing, pleasure written right there on her features—and if I had any doubt of her enjoyment, her juice already dripping down my balls would clear things up. But I wrangle my urgency, nonetheless, needing to give her more care. More romance.
Every man who crosses her path dreams of banging her silly like this.
I need to be better than that. The best and only man she ever wants.
With an extreme effort, I slow my pace, slanting my mouth over hers for a thorough kiss that builds a purr in her throat, her thighs softening and opening even wider around me, unconsciously rewarding me for my restraint. My necktie has come loose from its clip and it briefly blocks my view of her tits, but I’m not having that, so I toss the silk over my shoulder, well aware I’m sweating through my clothes, but unable to stop or slow down.
“Cunt’s so sweet Daddy got carried away,” I grunt, rocking into her, my balls slapping loudly off the curve of her ass. “Taking my cock like you were trained for it.”
“Maybe I was built for you,” she murmurs, locking those little tendons up around me, so I can barely move, my bellow rattling the windowpanes. “Or maybe I don’t mind it hurting a little when you’re getting so much pleasure out of me.”
“The pleasure should be yours,” I groan raggedly, the pressure blinding in my lower back, stomach and testicles. So much pressure I’m going to explode. As if it’s not enough that I’m looking down into her flawlessly beautiful face while her tits bounce around, her hole is the size of a fucking dime and yet she moans every time I bottom out.
Motherfucker.
“The pleasure is mine,” she breathes, reaching down between our bodies to rub her clit with two careful fingers, her back arching at the contact, then bouncing up with the bed from the slap of my thrust. “You taught me how to have it. Like this, Daddy?”
“Yes.” My dick releases a spurt of frothy white and I look down, watching with hungry eyes as I fuck it back into her. Hard, hard, hard. “ Yes .”
“Can I play with myself while you fuck me?”
“Oh God, yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Even if watching you play means I won’t last much longer.” I pant heavily. “Look at me while you play.”
“It feels way better when you’re filling me so tight,” she moans, head falling back, her fingers moving faster, faster. “I’m coming again!”
“Good. Daddy’s busting, too, baby. Take my sperm.” I twist my hips to get in deep as possible, shoving my face into neck and yelling through the most satisfying climax of my fucking life, my balls zapping with currents of sensual electricity, her pussy massaging me while it spasms, her sobs of my name and pleasured jolts of her body egging on my own sexual flight, my dick jerking and erupting into her snug warmth, the headboard rattling against the wall because both of us are shaking so goddamn hard, riddled with relief over finally slaking the lust, but more than that.
So much more.
We’re clinging to each other in the relief of finding this. Us.
Two bonded people who are vowing with our bodies to never be apart.
No matter what the world is about to throw at us.