Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Adalyn
At that moment, I didn’t care about regret. I just wanted to feel his lips on mine. I knew it wouldn’t stop at a kiss, and I didn’t care. I wanted his body as much as he wanted mine. The gentle brush of his lips against mine sent my body on fire. Our kiss deepened as our tongues met and danced around like nobody’s business. His fingers gripped the bottom of my sweater as I broke our kiss and lifted my arms. I heard the sharp intake of his breath when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra. His hands traveled to my breasts while his tongue stroked my neck up to my ear, making my heart race in delight. I slid his suit coat off his shoulders, let it drop to the ground, then grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. He unbuttoned my jeans, shimmied them off my hips, and then stopped when he saw my boot. He took a step back and stripped down to his underwear, while I took off my boot and stepped out of my jeans. To my surprise, he picked me up and leaned me against the wall while my legs wrapped around him. His strength was amazing, as was his hard cock that was pushing against me.
I thought for sure he would fuck me against the wall, but he carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, hovering over me while his lips pressed against mine. His hand found its way down the front of my panties as his fingers brushed my clit before making their way down to my opening.
“You’re so wet already,” he moaned as his mouth traveled to my breasts.
Moan after moan escaped me while he stimulated my hardened peaks with his tongue. His finger dipped inside me as my back arched, begging for him to go deeper.
“You like it deep?” he moaned.
“Yes. I love it deep.”
He brought his mouth to mine as he explored my insides, feeling the wetness that emerged from me with each sensual stroke.
“Oh my God!” I moaned as he moved to the right spot, forcing me to have an orgasm.
My body tightened around him as I let out a deep moan of pleasure. His mouth traveled down my torso as his fingers gripped the sides of my panties and slid them off my hips. He circled my clit ever so lightly as if he was teasing me.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he stared up at me.
“Yes. Oh God, yes,” I moaned.
“You taste so sweet.”
His mouth explored me like no other mouth had before. He was a master at foreplay, and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me.
“I need to be inside you,” he said as he stood up and took down his underwear.
I swallowed hard at the sight before me. He was larger than Stephen was. In fact, he was larger than anyone I’d ever been with. He reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. As he ripped the package open, I told him to stop as I sat up and scooted myself to the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” He smiled as he stroked my hair.
“It’s my turn.”
I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock and rolled my tongue around it before inserting it into my mouth. He threw his head back and moaned while I gave him the best blowjob I knew how.
“You need to stop. I’ll come, and I don’t want to this way.”
I stopped like he asked, and he slipped the condom on. Laying down on my back, he climbed on top of me, took my hands, placed them over my head, and interlaced our fingers while he pushed himself deep inside, inch by inch, until he buried himself in me. I gasped with pleasure as he swiftly moved in and out. Our lips met once again, and I could feel the sweat forming between our bodies. After many thrusts, he pulled out, flipped me on my belly, and slid his tongue down and across my back.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. “Spread them as far as you can.”
I did as he asked, and he thrust inside me, letting out a vocal moan that heightened my arousal. His hands gripped my ass as he sat up and moved in and out of me. Freeing one hand, he reached around and fondled my breast and then brought it down to my clit, stroking it as his thrusts became harder. I screamed out in ecstasy as another orgasm crippled me, making his moans louder as he halted and his cock exploded.
I lay there, paralyzed in pleasure. Still buried inside me, he leaned down and pressed his lips against my shoulder. I slowly closed my eyes. Now, I was screwed.
Harrison
I pulled out of her and rolled on my back, placing my hand over my pounding heart. She reached over and put her hand on my arm. I gave her a small smile before getting up and walking to the bathroom to throw away the condom and clean up. After I finished, I stepped into the bedroom and found her sitting up on the bed in her robe, putting her boot back on. Grabbing my underwear from the floor, I slipped them on and then my pants.
“Are you leaving?” Adalyn asked.
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“It’s fine. I didn’t want you to stay.”
“You didn’t?” I asked as I slipped on my shirt.
“No.”
“Why not?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Why would you? We had sex, and that’s it. You were horny, I was horny, we took care of each other, and now I’ll stay here, and you go home. That’s how it works with casual sex.”
“I take it you have plenty of experience with casual sex?”
“Some.” She grinned as she got up from the bed. “Before you go, how about a quick drink?”
“Uh. Sure. Okay.”
She went into the living area, opened the bar, took out two mini bottles of scotch, and poured them each into a glass.
“Thanks.” I smiled as she handed it to me.
“Here’s to the remodel of your newly purchased townhome,” she said as she held up her glass.
“And to the brilliant designer who will turn it into everything I want.” I winked as I lightly tapped my glass against hers.
After throwing the liquid down my throat, I grabbed my suit coat and headed for the door.
“Thanks for tonight,” I turned to her.
“It was my pleasure. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be busy with the contractors, so try to keep the text messages to a minimum.” She smirked.
“I’ll try my best.” I smiled.
When I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, I let out a deep breath. My cock was still twitching, and I could have gone another round with her. I wanted to go another round. She felt incredible. I couldn’t get her body out of my head the whole way home. Every inch of her was sculpted to perfection. She was so damn sexy. If I could have snapped a picture of her, I would have to keep handy for when I was horny. But then again, she called what happened casual sex, and she didn’t want me to stay. That was a promising sign. Perhaps she just wanted sex while she was in New York. I understood that, and I foresaw more casual sex in our future. If she were willing, I’d commit to only having sex with her as long as she was in New York.