Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
KENNEDY
We stumble into the hotel lobby as we polish off the last two slices from the most delicious wedding chapel pizza ever created. Wait, why were we at a wedding chapel? Were we guests at someone’s wedding?
He licks the last of the pizza sauce from his fingertips. “Teehee, that’s the best pizza I’ve ever had,” he screams in delight. “Where did we get it? I need to go back there tomorrow…and every single day for the rest of my life.”
I shrug, suddenly forgetting where it came from.
The good news is that I think it’s helped absorb the booze a little bit.
The last hour is spotty—I don’t remember how we got back to the hotel—but I’m feeling much less dizzy now that I have some food in my belly.
Daylen still has a goofy smile on his face, but he’s always goofy. And handsome. Oh man, he’s so handsome.
I trace his square jawline with my fingertips. “You’re pretty,” I tell him as I lean the front of my body onto his. He doesn’t budge an inch. He’s so big and strong. It’s not often I’m around men who are significantly bigger and stronger than me. It’s such a turn-on.
He tweaks my nose. “No, you’re pretty.”
His breath still smells like strawberries, and it’s the sweetest thing. I want it all over my body.
We unsteadily make our way to the elevator and use my keycard to get us access to the top floor.
I look at us in the mirror of the elevator wall, taking in our appearance for the first time in hours.
We’re a mess. My once-perfect ponytail and makeup look like I ran through a tornado to get here.
His hair is sticking up all over the place, though that’s normal for him.
I don’t think he owns a brush or a comb.
I go to move the loose hair out of my face when I realize my left hand is bandaged. What did I do to it? Am I hurt?
My hand is quickly forgotten as soon as Daylen begins kissing my neck. I look at him, the man I’ve hated for nearly a year, the man who is wearing the most ridiculous outfit in creation. Clarity slowly starts to set in. What am I doing? Am I about to have sex with him?
I can’t have sex with Daylen Humblecut, but oh god, the kissing feels good.
I can’t manage to do anything but tilt my head back and let it continue.
I moan at how nice his lips feel as they move down to my cleavage.
I have a physical throbbing situation between my legs.
Maybe one time with him won’t be so bad?
It’s been a long time for me. Maybe this hate-passion between us will make for explosive sex. I can fuck him out of my system.
Yes! That’s a great idea.
No! It’s a terrible idea.
I’m still deep in my thoughts when he pins me to the side of the elevator. I can feel his massive erection pushing against my stomach. I want it lower. Why is he so damn tall?
He grabs me by the hips and growls into my ear, “I need to see your tits. I’ve dreamed about them for months. Fuck, I don’t want to want you, but I do.”
I feel the exact same way, but I’m still tormented over whether I should see this through. Even in my hazy state, I’m wondering if this might not be a colossal mistake.
When the elevator doors open, he lifts me like a bride and brushes his lips over mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard, over and over again. You’ll be feeling me in your cunt for days.”
He does make a persuasive argument.
I grab fistfuls of his hair with both hands and pull them hard. He growls again. “It makes my cock leak when you’re rough with me.”
I lift my hand back and then bring it forward with force, slapping him across the face. Hard.
He smiles and then tap-slaps me across my face. Not nearly as hard as I slapped him, but it stings a little…and I love it.
Fuck it. This is happening.
We stare at each other as we approach the door of the suite he’s sharing with Vance. I narrow my eyes at him. “I hate you, Freddy Krueger.”
He narrows his eyes right back at me. “I hate you more, Nurse Ratched.”
At that, his lips crash to mine while he pushes open the door to his suite. Our teeth clank and our tongues duel for supremacy. Why do I love the way he tastes so damn much? No real man tastes like strawberries, but I seem to be intoxicated by it.
He places me on my feet and backs me into his bedroom, all without breaking our lip lock. He slams his door shut behind us and grabs for my breasts, but I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He breaks the kiss, though his face lights up as he pushes his erection onto me. I’ve been dying to get my hands on it all night after feeling how impressive it was earlier in the club. I rub my hand up and down his crotch and call him a freak for how much he clearly got off on me biting his lip.
He wiggles his eyebrows as he pinches my nipple so damn hard, I wonder if it’s still there. “Takes one to know one,” he growls in return.
I guess we’re both gluttons for punishment because I bark out, “Do it again.”
Before I know it, he’s shirtless and I’m standing there in my bra and panties.
He pretends, through words, that he doesn’t like what he sees, but his eyes tell another story.
If you can be fucked by eyes, his are doing so as they roam my body unashamedly.
I know what a man’s lustful look is, and that’s all I’m seeing from him right now.
That and his dick, which is rock solid, practically poking out like a third leg from his shorts.
I can’t take it anymore. I want his dick. I want to see it, touch it, taste it, feel it inside my body.
After I pull his shorts down, he nearly falls over as he attempts to kick them away. I do my best to swallow down my laugh. He’s totally trashed.
He takes a brief moment as if to check to see if I’m of the right mind to do this.
Only one word flitters through my mind at seeing this thoughtful hesitation written all over his face.
Trust. Despite all our shit, I trust Daylen to take care of me.
To never take advantage of me. This thought alone pushes me to tell him I’m fine enough to take that next step.
I walk toward him and run my shaky fingertips over the defined muscles of his stomach like I’ve been wanting to do since the pool today. I both love and hate how sexy this beast is. Goosebumps spread all over his body from my touch.
And then finally, finally, I remove his boxer briefs.
My mouth is agape at his size. I knew he was big because I saw the tip a few months ago and I’ve felt him through his clothes, but holy shit.
His dick is in exact proportion to how much of a pain in the ass he is.
Let me assure you, he’s a big, wide, long, angry pain in the ass.
My former veil, which returned to its original place as panties, is now flooded. And I mean flooded, as I physically ache for that giant cock to be inside me.
I can’t help but rub and then taste the oozing tip with my thumb.
It tastes like I’m about to get fucked hard, just how I want and need it from him.
Figures that this asshole would have the right tools.
Why can’t green flag guys be built like this?
Instead, I’m faced with the man who encompasses every red flag I’ve ever dreamed of, draped in the body of a god with the dick of a porn star.
I look down at myself. Where did my bra go? When did he take it off? I see it on the floor, but I don’t remember it being taken off. Maybe he’s a sex magician and took it off via telepathy.
Fortunately, I remember that I stuffed my purse full of condoms before I left for the evening, hoping I’d muster up the courage to be with a man tonight.
I never expected it to be this man, but I’m currently okay with the change in plans.
There’s something deeply comforting about it being him and not a stranger.
I may hate him, but I know and trust him.
Soon after I toss the condoms on the bed, he tosses me on the bed as if I weigh nothing. I’m over six feet and very muscular. I’ve never once had a lover manhandle me like this. And holy fucking shit does it make my pussy ache with need.
Before I know it, he’s on top of me and his thick fingers are pushing deep inside me just like I imagined them doing earlier tonight.
Giving into the myriad of sensations, I beg for them deeper, even though I’m not sure fingers can go any deeper than his are.
He’s so rough with me. I love that he doesn’t treat me like a porcelain doll. I hate it when men do that.
His lips and teeth are all over my breasts, devouring them, undoubtedly marking them. He mumbles something about how long he’s waited to worship them and how perfect they are.
I can feel his teeth sinking into my lush flesh. Damn, I love this harsh treatment. I get off on it, even though I know I’ll have his teeth marks all over my body in the morning.
Fuck that. I’m marking him too. I scrape my nails all over his back, breaking skin and making him moan in pleasure. He loves the roughness as much as I do.
His fingers continue to expertly stroke my insides, knowing how and where to touch me. I can feel my pussy pulsing with deep-seated need as my arousal rockets into space and fluids physically pour from my body.
I’m close to coming already, but I want his dick. The thought of that big dick inside me is consuming me. “Fuck me now, red,” I yell out.
He lifts his head and quirks a brow. “Red?”
“Red flag. Fuck me like you’re the biggest red flag on the planet.”
He pauses briefly, as if in deliberation, so I slap him across the face again just as hard as I did earlier.
His eyes burn with desire as he removes his fingers from my pussy and brings them to my throat, squeezing the sides hard. His cock is now lying heavy on my pussy, with his crown pushing against my swollen, pulsing clit.
He grits out, “All I have to do is squeeze.” He tightens his hold a drop more.
I’m confident I’ve never been more turned on in my life than I am right at this moment.
My eyes roll back in my head. Between the choking, the pressure on my clit, and his words, I lose my mind, shaking uncontrollably and screaming into a full-body, all-encompassing orgasm.
It feels like my body is levitating off the bed even though a two-hundred-and-sixty-five-pound mountain of a man is on top of me.
I have never—I mean never—come from something like that before.
When my eyes regain focus, I see him staring at me in disbelief. “Did you just come from that, weirdo?”
“No,” I lie. “It was a…minor tremor. Like the sudden jolting of a speed bump along the road.”
“Liar. You came,” he accuses with his big hand still holding firm around my neck.
I twist my lips. “Hmm. Must have been beginner’s luck for you.”
One of the corners of his mouth raises in amusement. “Why can’t you admit you’re attracted to me?” he asks.
“Back at you, hypocrite.”
His eyes move down to my chest. “I’m attracted to your tits…and your legs. You have an amazing body; there’s no denying that. If I could just muzzle you, maybe we can get through this without killing each other.”
“Do your worst.” I open my mouth in invitation for him to muzzle me.
He smirks as he reaches for one of the condoms. He tears it open and rolls it down his length, but before he does anything else, he shoves the condom wrapper into my mouth. “Bite on this. Don’t talk.”
I happily oblige, clamping my teeth over the rubber-tasting plastic wrapper.
He grabs my hips and flips me over like I’m a well-done pancake. Again, my pussy oozes at his brute strength.
Just as he’s lifting me to my knees, we hear a woman screaming Vance’s name from across the suite. I turn my head back toward Daylen and mumble with the condom wrapper still in my mouth, “You better fuck me well enough that I’m louder than that random bitch.”
He smacks my ass hard before thrusting into me in one fell swoop. The impact of it causes me to fall from my knees to the bed. Thank god I was already wet, or he would have torn me in half. My fall causes me to lose the condom wrapper from my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Daylen,” I spit out. “A little warning next time. Ease a girl into that thing.”
“I said no talking. You can scream. That’s it.” He spanks my ass hard again. Hard enough that I know it will be red and bruised in the morning.
It only serves to cause more liquid lust to gush from my pussy.
I feel his lips on my ear. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?”
I nod.
He pushes my legs together and spreads his own wide in a domineering position as he begins to piston into me. God damn, this is intense. My hands are flailing about trying to grip everything in sight so he doesn’t send my body through the wall.
“Grab the headboard,” he barks out.
“What?” I breathe, unable to comprehend words during this onslaught.
He spanks me again and grits out, “Grab the fucking headboard so I have some leverage to fuck the bitch out of you.”
I can’t help but smile. Why do I get off on him treating me like that? What does it say about me?
Releasing my hair tie, he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks it hard.
The man is a fucking beast. In this position, given the magnitude of his size, I can feel the ridges of his cock as it drags through my insides, drawing pleasure from my body like it was made to do so.
I might be conscious of my screams as I battle with the nameless woman next door, but they are real—screams of pure ecstasy.
Orgasm after orgasm is wrung from my body as I hold on for dear life. As the hours go on and I sweat the alcohol away, I begin to sober up but don’t stop him from the animalistic way he’s attacking my body. I don’t want to stop him. Drunk or sober, I’m exactly where I want to be.