Chapter 6 #2
I press a kiss to one of his thighs, thick and strong from hours spent at the gym I imagine, then the other, before peppering kisses upward. He groans and mumbles something under his breath as I kiss his hip, moving closer to where I want to be until my lips hover just below his cock.
“You don’t have to,” he starts.
“I want to.” I can’t wait a second longer to taste him.
That silences him.
When I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, slowly, just to feel his weight and heat, he groans softly, his head tipping back in pleasure. A bead of precum glistens at the tip, and I lean in, brushing my tongue over it. The salty taste makes my stomach tighten with desire.
“Fuck,” he blurts, unable to stop himself, shuddering when I flick my tongue.
Encouraged, I take him into my mouth, inch by inch.
He’s thick, stretching my lips as I sink down.
When he hits the back of my throat, I gag slightly, but his fingers immediately find my hair, holding me, showing me what he likes: not forcing, just steadying, reassuring me he’s here and that he’s got me, much like he did on the flight.
“Easy,” he says, his breath rough. “Take your time.”
I move, slowly at first, before finding a rhythm, using my hand along with my mouth, creating a tunnel for him to fuck. His hips buck, his breath turning uneven. Soft curses spill from his lips as I swirl my tongue around his cock, hollowing my cheeks, and I suck hard.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He releases a long, deep moan. “Look at me,” he commands, placing his hand on my jaw and encouraging me to look up.
I glance up through my lashes, and the expression on his face is one of raw, unguarded pleasure, making my core clench, soaking my panties further.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
His control starts to slip, and his fingers tighten around my face before sliding into my hair again, his hips pushing forward just slightly. I let him take control and relax my jaw to take him deeper, until tears prick my eyes and I have to pull back for air.
He swears under his breath and gently pulls himself out of my mouth.
“If you keep sucking me like that, baby,” he says, voice strained, “this will be over too fast.”
I smile, lips swollen. “That would be a shame.”
“Get up,” he demands with gentle dominance. Usually, I would tell a stranger to go screw himself, but I love how bossy and dominant he is with me. I’ll even purr if he asks me to.
Rising to my feet, I take a peek at the landscape that stretches out below, glittering lights against the dusky night as the sun finally sets and the sky begins to darken before he switches places with me, blocking my view.
Cole then guides me toward the floor-to-ceiling windows and I gasp when the cool glass hits the heated skin of my bare back.
“Turn around,” he murmurs, his eyes and voice full of darkened need.
A thrill runs through me at the command in his voice, and without hesitation, I turn, pressing my palms to the glass. The skyline reflects faintly around us, our reflections tangled together, and I know no one can see us way up on the top floor, which looks like it’s touching heaven above.
When he comes up behind me, Cole brushes my hair aside, then plants a kiss on my neck, and I tilt it to the side for him to do it again.
His hands move down my waist to my hips, then lower where he hooks his fingers into the waistline of my panties, sliding the lace downward and letting them fall to the floor.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’ll see the evidence of my arousal on my underwear.
“Should we check how wet you are for me?” He murmurs his question, followed by a soft chuckle, as he licks the shell of my ear.
Heat floods my face because I’ve never been so turned on before. But it doesn’t stop me from pressing my ass into his hard cock in silent answer.
Cole slides his warm hand between my thighs, fingers brushing through my slick heat. I gasp as he circles my clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Do you like that?” he asks softly.
“Yes.”
Without warning, he slips two fingers inside of me, and I cry out, my hips bucking. He pumps them slowly in and out, curling them just right, rubbing my inner walls, while his thumb still works over my clit.
The tension in my body builds fast, coiling in my spine as he pushes his fingers deep into my pussy, making me howl like a creature of the night, reaching a spot so deep inside I know I’ll be coming in seconds.
“Please,” I shamelessly beg.
“What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
He withdraws his hand, and I whimper at the loss, only to feel him nudge my thighs apart with his knee, his bare feet pushing mine wider still.
He guides himself to my entrance.
No teasing this time.
“Shit.” He freezes from behind. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in over a year.” That makes me sound pathetic.
“I’ve never…” he starts. “I’m clean too. I haven’t had sex for a lot longer than you.”
“I want to go bare with you.” I don’t know why, but he makes me lose all sense of self. I feel giddy, like I’m doing something forbidden and off-limits. It feels wild. Good.
For the first time in my life, I’m having a one-night stand, and it’s kind of hot. In fact, scratch that. It’s really fucking hot because it’s with a gorgeous guy who literally cannot keep his hands off me.
Without needing to be told twice, he thrusts into me with one powerful movement, and I gasp, stretching up onto my toes as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and the heat and pressure collide all at once, delivering pleasure across every millimeter of my body.
Giving me time to adjust to his size, he stills, the stretch as he fills me completely too much and not enough all at once.
His grip tightens on my hips, then he begins to move, slowly at first then hard and steady, his fingertips digging into my skin, pinching it, and I hope it will leave bruises to remind me that I’m not dreaming.
Then he’s brushing his hand down my back, over my tattoo, tracing the outlines of it with his fingers. “So beautiful.” He sounds mesmerized, completely lost in the art piece that enhances the natural shape of my back.
The glass fogs beneath my hands, and in front of me, my breath puffs against it as he drives into me from behind. Each thrust sending a shockwave through me.
“You feel incredible,” he says against my shoulder, his mouth open wide, unable to close it as he gasps, panting in stuttered breaths, his chest heaving in and out at my back.
I can’t form words, only broken sounds as the pleasure spirals higher. He slows suddenly, changing the angle, reaching around to rub my clit again as he consumes me, filling my body with waves of pleasure.
“Look at us,” he murmurs.
I lift my head, catching our reflection faintly in the dark glass, my body arched against his, his hands gripping me, the lights glittering beyond.
“You’re stunning,” he says, and there’s no mockery in it. Only awe.
Then he really gives it to me, pummeling into me from behind, faster, harder, and when he roars my name, the one I gave him, not my full one, and tells me to come for him, with my body on fire, I shudder, my pussy clenching around his cock as I topple over the edge.
My orgasm crashes through me, sharp and blinding. I cry out, chanting his name as if I have a thousand times before, my body tightening around him, my nails scraping the glass.
With a deep, guttural groan, he follows seconds later, thrusting hard as he groans my name into my skin like a mantra, filling me with hot ropes of cum, exploding inside me.
His cock pulses, his body twitching as he releases the last of his hot seed, every muscle tense as his orgasm overtakes him and I feel every inch of him.
Our sweaty bodies press close together, as if we are each other’s second skin. We fit perfectly, and even the smallest movement he makes sends gentle pulses through both of us.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, and there’s only the sound of our breath and the heat of our slick bodies, resting against each other.
The lights from below keep shining. Cars move. Life continues around us, unaware of the monumental moment taking place between us. We’re so small, infinitesimal, yet what we just did feels huge and significant.
Eventually, Cole slides out of me, his cum coating my inner thighs, and it feels so good to have part of him still inside of me.
He turns me in his arms and pulls me against his chest. His skin is damp from the exertion, and his heartbeat still races beneath my palm.
Chest heaving, he gradually pulls away from our skin-on-skin embrace, then gazes deeply into my eyes as if trying to emboss this memory into his brain.
“We just met,” he says quietly as if he can’t believe how well our bodies work together.
What we just did felt like we’d had sex before, and even though we might not know each other, our bodies felt like they knew each other.
“I know.” I already know he’s ruined me for every other man. I’m certain that was always his plan.
A slow smile curves his lips.
“Best impulse decision I’ve made in a long time.”
I laugh softly. “Same.”
I get the feeling we won’t talk about tomorrow, about names beyond the first one, or about what happens after we leave this hotel room at dawn.
Right now, skin to skin in a quiet hotel room high above the world below, it feels like we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.
Even if it’s only for one night.