9. Brooke
“Don’t stop,” I beg between hot kisses.
We’re in the back of Mr. Handsome’s limousine, and my thighs are spread on either side of his hips. We’ve been kissing wildly since I climbed in and the partition between us and the driver went up.
Our mouths came together without words in a fierce, uninhibited clash of lips and tongues. His hands slid to my jaw with a groan, and it was all I needed to climb onto his lap and basically dry hump him.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know it feels good, and feeling good is exactly what I need right now.
And the way this guy kisses is driving me so crazy with lust I’m beyond stopping to wonder if this is a good idea or not.
“Come back to my place,” he says between kisses.
His hands slide down my back to cup my ass and hold me over the impressive outline behind his zipper. I gasp, feeling his size. Feeling the hardness. He’s big.
With a groan, I deepen the kiss. I deserve this. One night to forget and feel good.
“I want you in my bed, zayka.”
“Then get us there fast,” I moan against his mouth.
His apartment is in Manhattan, and we ride the elevator all the way up to the penthouse suite, kissing desperately.
When the doors part, we fall inside the apartment, and I drag my mouth from his, stunned by the world I’ve just stumbled into.
“Wow!”
Lev’s apartment is the penthouse suite of Sky Tower, a five-star hotel in Manhattan, with sweeping views of the city. It’s like walking into a world of absolute opulence, and I can’t help but stare around me in awe.
Lev laughs and casually removes his suit jacket, discarding it on the sofa as he makes his way to the fully equipped bar. He takes a bottle of Cristal from the glass-front fridge and begins to remove the foil around the cork.
The penthouse is open-plan, every inch declaring itself the best of the best. From the plush lounge suite and expansive dining table to the vast Italian marble floors, million-dollar views, and a gleaming kitchen that any chef would give their right arm to own.
“This place is stunning,” I say.
“I’m pleased you like it.” He holds up the bottle. “Champagne?”
I’m not a hundred percent sure that coming here was a good idea. But I’m desperate to climb out of my existing life and crawl into a new one, and this seems like a good way to start. A one-night stand with a stranger who can make me forget the current dumpster fire that is my life.
And champagne will help.
I watch as he pours the sparkling liquid into two crystal flutes.
“What exactly is it that you do?” I ask him as walks over and he hands it to me.
“This and that,” he replies with frustrating elusiveness. He clinks his glass to mine. “Salut.”
I take a large mouthful, suddenly feeling very out of my depth. But it is quickly forgotten because I’ve never tasted Cristal champagne before, and my taste buds are experiencing nirvana right now.
I stand by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and gaze out into the warm night. Outside, the city lights twinkle like a billion stars.
“The view is incredible. This far up is like heaven.”
“I thought you didn’t like heights,” he says.
“I’m not afraid of heights. I’m afraid of planes falling out of the sky.”
He chuckles and when he does his face breaks into a devastating smile. All dimples and sparkling eyes.
“What?” I ask.
“Not a lot of people intrigue me, Miss Masters, but you do.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As it was intended.”
Looking up at him, I feel my breath leave me when I see the want in his eyes. Like he is going to devour me and enjoy every second of it.
“Then, if heights aren’t an issue, shall we take these up to the private rooftop?”
“You mean there’s more?” I ask in awe.
“Oh, there’s more, Miss Masters. Much more.”
The private rooftop is magnificent, with a pool, a fireplace, and views in every direction. Lev comes up behind me, and I’m surrounded by that intoxicating heat of him. He turns me around in his arms.
“What am I doing here?” I whisper.
He brushes the back of his finger across my cheek. “I invited you.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Oh boy, that’s not true. Every instinct tells me that when it comes to this man, I should be afraid of everything.
Yet, there is also something about him that makes me trust him, which is insane, I know, but I get the feeling that if some kind of threat were to burst through that door, he’d burn it to the floor before it got to me.
Which is also a very insane thought, because I know nothing about this guy.
I take another sip of my champagne to help shake off my nerves.
Lev doesn’t remove his gaze from me, and when I lower my glass, he drags his thumb over my damp lip. I shiver, feeling his touch burn down to my core.
“I wasn’t planning on this,” he says in a low voice.
“Neither was I,” I whisper back.
My lips part, and I suck his thumb into my mouth. His eyes flare, and whatever control he had is gone.
With a hiss, he kisses me, hard and fierce, like he’s crossing over some line that should never be crossed, but he couldn’t give a damn.
And boy, if plane kisses were good, rooftop kisses are spectacular. His big fingers wrap around my jaw as his tongue and mouth take complete ownership of mine.
The desire I felt in the car and the elevator ride up to the penthouse roars back to life and I feel dizzy and alive and hungry for more.
Towering over me, he backs me up against the glass railing and kisses me until I’m breathless. I feel in over my head, but that just adds to the excitement.
I need this tonight.
I tug at his shirt as he opens the buttons on my blouse, and barely coming up for air, we manage to remove our clothes, right down to our underwear.
He pulls back and sweeps his heated gaze over me. Instinctively, I fold my arms around my waist because I suddenly feel exposed and a little bit vulnerable.
But he’s having none of it. He reaches for my wrists and opens my arms so he can see all of me.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says, his voice a deep rumble. “You have no reason to.”
But my self-confidence has taken a hit in the last couple of days, and it takes all I have not to grab my shirt off the floor and cover myself.
He lifts my chin. “You’re fucking perfect.”
The rumble in his voice. The primal lust on his face. The wicked need darkening in his eyes as he says it. My walls fall, and I surrender to whatever is going to happen next with an inhibition I have never known.
He lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing and walks us over to the outdoor table.
I’m not sure if it’s by magic or pure skill, but somehow, his planting me on the edge of the table coincides with my bra fluttering to the floor.
His gleaming eyes roll over me and stop at my panties. Then, with a smirk, he rips them off me.
I gasp. A mix of horror and arousal. “They were La Perla.”
Heat burns in his expression. “They were in my way.”
Before I can protest, he pushes me further back on the table and places my feet on the edge. He thrusts my legs apart, exposing all of me to him. Moments ago, I was shy and hesitant, but under his spell, it’s easy to get pulled into the undertow. He likes what he sees. It’s written all over his face and burns bright in his eyes. And fuck, it feels good to feel wanted right now.
His breath is warm on my thigh, his fingers tight around my ankles, and I feel utterly consumed by him.
I close my eyes and jolt when I feel his tongue slide through me like I’m butter. He buries his face between my legs and sucks and licks and fucks my pussy with his expert tongue, and I have so much pent-up sexual frustration my first orgasm explodes out of me like a volcanic eruption.
I clutch the edge of the table and release an unbridled cry, not giving a damn about who hears or sees me. I’m so damn drunk on how good this feels. I couldn’t care less about everything.
“Oh God, I’ve never come so quickly.” I rise up on my elbows, and he lifts his head from between my thighs. “Is this really happening?”
He gives me a wicked smirk. “Oh, it’s really happening.”
He straightens, and I catch a glimpse of the hard outline of his cock in his underwear. I lick my lips. He’s big, and this is going to hurt in all the good ways.
With hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, I watch him lose his underwear and feel a surge of lust when I see his cock. It’s thick and wide and like nothing I have seen before. Not to mention bigger than I’ve seen before. How the fuck is he going to fit?
He pulls me into a seated position and wraps my legs around his waist.
“I’ve never done anything like this outside,” I say, high on the heady afterglow of my orgasm.
“Done what?” he asks, devouring my jaw and my neck and dragging his lips up to my ear.
“This,” I moan desperately.
“What is this?”
“What we’re doing.”
“I want to hear you say it,” he rasps in my ear.
His hands roam my body, setting little fires in their wake.
He finds a nipple and pinches. “Say it.”
I gasp. “Fucking.”
He growls. “Then allow me to oblige.”
His hips surge forward, and he opens me, and the sudden intrusion sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head. But he is controlled, making sure I feel every slow inch as it enters me.
I groan. It’s all too much. The expensive champagne. The glittering city surrounding us. The magnificent man and his delectable body. The fact that I didn’t know him three hours ago, and yet here I am, fucking the most handsome man I’ve ever seen on a rooftop that boasts the best views of the city. It’s like being swept away on a warm wave and then being dumped onto shore. My senses are in overload, unable to take it all in and process it.
He drags his cock out and runs the head of it through my sensitive flesh.
I moan deliriously. “Who are you…?”
“I’m the man who is about to give you orgasm number two.”
I’m so heavy with afterglow there is no possible way I could come again so soon.
But Lev has other ideas.
He thrusts inside me, and my womb explodes with pain. But it’s a pleasurable pain, and I arch my neck and grab the edge of the table as he continues his relentless ruining of my pussy. My gaze slides over his magnificent body. Over the broad shoulders and rock-hard chest, down the dips and grooves of his six-pack, and lower to where his cock disappears in and out of my body.
He starts to growl. I feel him tighten inside me. Feel him swell.
“Fuck…” He grinds his teeth into his lower lip as he pounds his hips into me. “I’m going to… fuck, this feels too good.”
He’s going to come. I grab onto his ass. I want to feel him release inside me. Want to watch his face as he spills deep inside me. He doesn’t fight me. In fact, it sends him over the edge, and his eyes lose focus, and his face slackens. Those perfect eyebrows slam together as lust and ecstasy sweep across his handsome face.
I feel his cock throb with his release, and it strikes that primal part of me that is aroused by the idea of him filling me with cum, and out of nowhere, orgasm number two spirals throughout my body until I am nothing but liquid bones and sweat.
When our breathing evens he doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t make it intimate with gentle conversation or whispered words of appreciation. But he does sweep me up in his arms and carry me toward the door leading inside.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, his cum sliding down my thigh, registering in some far-off distant part of my brain.
“We’re going to bed,” Lev says.
“What?”
He gives me a look that is both carnal and a warning. “You’d better brace yourself, Miss Masters—I’m only getting started.”