Chapter 2 #2
A contented hum vibrates my chest just as I spin around in his arms, surprising us both with my bold move.
My fingers climb up his jaw, cupping his face and drawing him down until our lips crash together.
This is no tentative sample first kiss. No gentle brushing of our lips to test if there’s a spark.
This is gasoline on a forest fire.
The moment our mouths meet, we combust. Hands in hair, lips moving, bodies pressing. It’s messy and hot and completely uninhibited.
Beyond sexy. Utterly unexpected.
Balling up the fabric of his shirt, I clench it in my fist so I don’t rip it from his body right here in the elevator. Before I’ve even had a full taste of his tongue, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, dragging it out and sucking on it.
“God, that’s insanely good,” he groans.
I release another hum, this one huskier, needier as I press deeper, right into his hard length.
The hand around my waist draws me in closer, flush against his chest, his other hand snaking up my spine to thread through my hair.
My soft breasts squish against him, my pelvis rolling ever so slightly, desperate for friction where I ache the most.
Lips part on a gasp of air before he immediately dives back in, greedy for more of this kiss, and just as my tongue slides against his once more, the elevator dings, and we jump apart like two teenagers caught by their parents only to realize we’ve reached my floor.
I’m so turned on right now, I could die.
I’m high on this man. Don’t know how any of this happened, but it did.
That was the best make-out session I’ve ever had, and it lasted all of thirty seconds.
We have this moment. Tonight. That’s all there is to this, but I’m already feeling greedy over it, wanting time to slow so I can savor every single second of what I know is yet to come for as long as possible.
“My room is just down the hall,” I tell him.
Luca glances up and frowns, dismayed by how long this hall is.
I get it. We’re talking miles. It’ll take decades for us to reach my room, and we’re just too damn impatient.
Reaching down, he slides a hand across my ass and lifts me.
I yelp, caught off guard, my hands gripping his shoulders, afraid he’ll drop me.
“Don’t worry. You’re not going anywhere until I let you.”His mouth fuses to mine once more, his tongue slipping inside. Tilting my head, I deepen it, and wow, it’s even better. “Hang on,” he breathes against me.
“What?” squawks past my lips just as he takes off at a full sprint down the hall. A startled scream quickly turns into an airy laugh as I bounce against him, clinging to him for dear life. “I could have run. You didn’t have to carry me.”
“I like you pressed against me better.”
“Hadn’t thought of that.” I shift closer, my warm, wet mouth trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses along his neck. He shudders, suppressing a groan. “This is me,” I whisper as we approach the second to last door on the left.
“Key,” he grounds out as my body rocks into his.
“I’ve got it.” I lean back to swipe the plastic keycard along the flat circular panel above the door handle.
The lock disengages with a grinding of gears and then I open it, hopping out of his arms at the same time.
The door shuts with a heavy click behind us and suddenly, we’re alone in my dark hotel room with nothing but our breaths between us. “Do you… um… want something to drink?”
He shakes his head, taking a step and placing his hand on my hip. He leaves it there, almost as if he’s waiting for me to make the next move.
“Say something,” I command softly, sinking my teeth into my lip, suddenly nervous now that we’re here.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I blow out a breathy laugh, ready to retort with you probably say that to all the girls when he cuts me off with, “You are. It’s not a line.
We’re not doing that, remember? You’re beautiful, Elle.
A hell of a lot more than that, actually.
Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. ”
I inhale a tremulous breath, hold it for a few beats, then release it slowly, my eyes never wavering from his. “I want you to strip me naked and make me come.”
In the next second, he’s back on me, all over me.
His hand in my hair, the other unzipping my dress as his mouth ravages mine.
Kissing and sucking, feasting on my tongue before dropping to my neck.
My dress slips past my lace-covered breasts, around my stomach, over the slope of my hips, and down my legs.
I let it fall, pooling at my feet. Now I’m standing before him in just my bra, panties, and heels.
He scours every inch of me in the darkness, the only light filtering in through curtainless windows.
It’s with his gaze still on me that his hands come up, cupping my tits, his thumbs scraping against the lace over my nipples.
I moan, my back arching away from the wall he now has me pinned against, thrusting myself deeper into his hands.
I kiss him again, our tongues dancing and swirling, licking and sucking, teasing and tasting.
Undoing the clasp in the back, he removes my bra, sneaks a peek at me, then returns to my mouth as his hands knead, pinch, and caress me.
I have no clue how long we do this for, probably because his mouth is a journey and a destination I’d love to both explore and live in.
But my body needs his attention, and he must sense this because in the next breath he pulls back and drops to his knees.
My fingers dive through the strands of his thick hair, cupping his head and holding on as he takes one of my peaked nipples into his mouth.
He bites down, not hard, but with enough pressure to elicit whimpers and moans from my lips.
He switches off, playing with both of my breasts before he trails lower, his mouth and tongue wetting my feverish flesh.
“Luca?” I pant, but it’s a question, and he pauses, glancing up at me with a frown. “Are you… um—”
“Going to eat you out? Yes. I am. I’m dying to, actually. Unless you don’t want me to.”
I shake my head back and forth violently, but it’s not a no. “I’d really like you to.” My voice shudders and quakes, same as my body, because holy Devil’s Night, it’s been so long since someone has done this to me.
Luca slides my panties down my legs, helping me to step out of them one leg at a time. My fingers roughly pull on the strands of his hair as he kisses the top of my smooth mound. Then he props my leg over his shoulder and licks me from my opening to my throbbing clit.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, my back bowing as my pussy grinds deeper into his face.
It makes him smile against me like a smug bastard before he does it again and again.
Plunging his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it before replacing it with his fingers and focusing that talented tongue on my needy clit.
He flicks it, sucking on it while his fingers pump in and out of me, over and over, curling, finding my spot.
It’s wet and loud and oh so good. I’m a woman on the edge of losing her godforsaken mind, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
He doesn’t stop or slow down. The pressure intense and exquisite until I spasm around his fingers, writhing against his lips. He watches me, utterly entranced, and likely amused by how fast and hard I just came for him.
I have no shame right now, though.
He delivered on exactly what I asked of him, and I already know there’s more yet to come.
Literally.
When he knows I’m done, once he’s wrenched every last ounce of pleasure from my body, he rises, scooping me back up into his arms and walking me over to the bed.
Laying me down, he climbs over me, his mouth hungrily attacking mine.
He’s still dressed, and I’m completely naked beneath him, my heels slipping to the floor.
My hands make quick work of his clothes, my heavy eyes held captive by his hard body.
“I need you inside me,” I moan softly, sitting up and running my fingers along the grooves and ridges of his chest and abs. “God, your body. The way you make mine feel.” My chin rises, and my eyes lock with his. “I need you inside me,” I tell him again, my empty core clenching with urgency.
Instantly he goes for his wallet, and my eyes feast on his hard dick as he rolls the condom on, my tongue jutting out to moisten my lips.
Luca climbs back over me, kissing a trail up my body until he reaches my mouth.
Long legs wrap around his waist, tightening on his lower back in a silent plea. Now. I need it now!
He doesn’t make me wait. His cock slides into me and nothing—goddamn nothing—in this world has ever felt so good. My eyes close, and my head falls back on a loud moan.
“So good,” I pant. “You feel so good.”And big. God, he’s big. I feel perfect and full and fucking decadent.
“So do you,” he breathes, his voice etched in pleasure and pain.
I open my eyes, drop my chin, and let go. Let him take command of my body.
Luca glides in and out of me slowly at first, savoring the way this feels. Nearly all the way out of me before thrusting back in to the hilt. Time and time again, capturing every nerve ending with each incredible slide.
And when we’ve both had enough of slow, when our breathing is uncontrollable, and my hands are searching frantically, and we’re building up to something explosive, he pounds into me.
Hard, powerful thrusts that frazzle my mind and have me gasping for air.
He gives me everything he’s got, our bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.
“Yes,” I cry, my eyes rolling back, my fists grappling with the sheets, his skin. “Just like that. Right there. Oh god .”
He pumps harder, deeper, one hand on my breast pinching my nipple, the other on my hip. He fucks me without mercy, the bed banging into the wall, the sound of skin against skin our lewd soundtrack.
My body convulses around his, my back bowing completely off the bed as I cling to him, nails digging in.
He stares in awe as I fall apart beneath him, then follows me, tumbling over the edge into the most perfect abyss.
A husky growl sears past his lips, his grip on my hip bruising.
The heavy weight of his body collapses onto me before rolling to his side so he doesn’t crush me while I hold on to this bliss for a moment longer.
Panting, our breathing ragged, a smile slays my lips.
I giggle, and he peeks open an eye, staring at me with his own dopey, sated grin.
“That was fun. Can we do it again?”
His eyes meet mine, something hazy and dangerous burning in them. “I have all night to do it again,” he tells me, but I know that’s not what he was thinking. He’s likely wondering if I’ll turn out to be like the others. Begging for his number or pleading for a second round.
My heart is already a casualty of war. The last thing I need is for it to string any foolish hopes on another man who will mistreat it.
I have to remind myself of exactly what this is.
Sex.
One night with a man I know I’ll never see again. And no matter what, I have to remember, that’s exactly what I asked for.