Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
AIDEN
I didn’t even have time to worry about the fact that I’d shared something with this stranger that I’d been keeping to myself for years.
Didn’t have time to analyze why I hadn’t instead come up with a plausible explanation to her question, or why it had felt so freeing when I’d told her the truth.
Didn’t have time to think about any of it before we were crashing through her hotel room door, our lips connected, hands everywhere they could reach.
I cupped her ass and held her against me as I swept my tongue into her mouth, groaning at her taste.
That, combined with the noises she made, all needy and breathless, were enough to have me damn near busting out of my jeans.
I was so fucking hard for her, but my dick was the last thing on my mind.
All I could think about was her. Her taste and her sounds and my desperate need to make her come.
I wasn’t this guy. I didn’t do this. I was careful and methodical.
I had situationships that went on until they didn’t, and I never cared enough to be bothered by their inevitable end.
And yet with this woman—this stranger whose name I didn’t even know—I had no idea how I was going to fit everything I wanted to do with her into a single night.
I didn’t care that I’d known her for all of an hour. I wanted to fucking devour her.
Pinning her against the closed door with my hips, I guided her legs around me. That was all the encouragement she needed to lock her ankles at the base of my spine and grind her pussy down against my cock.
She stared at me, eyes half lidded, as I groaned into her mouth. And then the sexiest fucking smile swept across her lips, and she gave another slow, purposeful roll of her hips.
“You can grind that sweet little cunt down on me all you want, but I’m not coming until you’ve had your fill.”
“I really hope you’re not talking out of your ass and you can actually deliver on that promise…”
A smile tipped up the corner of my mouth as I brushed my lips along the column of her neck.
The barest hint of black ink behind her ear caught my eye, so I swept her hair over her shoulder to get a better look.
It was a small bunny tattoo, no bigger than the size of a quarter.
I brushed my thumb over it, and she shuddered against me, a soft moan leaving her parted lips.
I pulled back enough that I could watch her reaction, softly tracing the lines with my thumb. “That why you got this here? Is it your on button? If I touch it or kiss it or lick it, are you going to give me more of those needy little moans?”
“Maybe.” She turned her head to give me better access and raised a brow in challenge, and goddamn, her boldness only got me harder. “You should find out.”
Gripping her ass, I lowered my head and brushed my lip over her earlobe before tracing her tattoo with my tongue. At her answering moan, I sucked the spot and hummed against her skin. “I fucking love those sounds.”
“Yeah?” she asked, breathless. Her tits brushed against my chest as she arched her back and tightened her legs around me. “I bet you could figure out a way to coax more out of me.”
“I bet you’re right,” I said into her neck. “The real question is if you want me to tell you to shut the fuck up and take my cock, or call you my good girl tonight?”
“God,” she breathed. “Is it greedy if I say both?”
“Is that what you are, pretty girl?” I pulled back so I could look into her eyes. “You gonna be greedy for me?”
She bit her lip and nodded. And fuck me, this woman was going to be my undoing. I hadn’t felt this kind of connection…this kind of chemistry…in years. Maybe ever.
“Then we make a good pair,” I said, voice scraped raw.
“Why’s that?”
Pressing her to the door with my hips, I braced one hand over her shoulder and gripped her waist with the other. I slipped my thumb under the hem of her T-shirt, stroking over her pebbled skin and nearly groaning at how responsive she was to me. Especially considering I hadn’t even gotten started.
“Because I’m going to love making you come,” I admitted.
“That makes two of us.”
“Is that your way of telling me you want my hands on you?”
She gave a jerky nod, and I didn’t waste any time lowering her feet to the floor before slipping my hand down the front of her leggings and straight into her panties.
Bracing one arm on the door above her head, I leaned closer until our noses were nearly touching, her panting breaths ghosting over my mouth.
And then I glided my middle finger straight through her pussy lips and hummed in satisfaction when she moaned low and pleasure swept over her face.
“Christ, you’re wet,” I said against her mouth, our lips brushing with each word. “You want my fingers inside you?”
She lifted her hands to my chest, tightening her fingers in my T-shirt, and nodded. “God yes, please.”
“So sweet for me…” I swiped my fingers through her again before gliding my middle two deep into her cunt.
Moaning low, she dropped her head back against the door with a thump. She looked good enough to eat. Her eyes were hooded as she stared at me, lips parted and cheeks flushed, a look of hungry desperation written across her face that I fucking loved.
“How many times do you think I can make you come with just my hand?”
She shook her head before sucking in a sharp gasp as I curled my fingers inside her. “One. If you’re lucky.”
I didn’t have any doubt that I’d be lucky, and I was pretty sure she didn’t, either. With the way her pussy fluttered around me, squeezing my fingers every time I stroked her G-spot, there was no denying she was close to tipping over the edge.
I leaned down until my lips hovered over her bunny tattoo, then I stroked it with my tongue. “Can’t forget about that needy little clit, can we, bunny?”
I pressed the heel of my hand against it, giving her the friction she needed while I pumped my fingers in and out of her.
She gasped, her body going rigid as she held me to her.
And then she exploded. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a long moan left her lips, her hips rolling as I stroked her through her orgasm.
But I wasn’t done. Not by a fucking long shot.
She stared up at me, eyes wide when I didn’t let up, my fingers thrusting into her and exploiting the spot inside her that had her pussy tightening impossibly around me.
“You going to be a good girl and give me another one?”
“I don’t— I can’t—” She shook her head even as she canted her hips, urging my fingers deeper. Faster.
“You can and you will.” I scraped my teeth down the column of her neck, sinking them into the juncture where it met her shoulder. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Her breaths grew choppy, her body tightening as she clutched me to her, and then she was falling all over again.
“There you go, pretty girl,” I murmured against her mouth as her pussy squeezed my fingers. “Come all over my hand.”
She moaned, head falling to my chest as she gave herself over to the sensations I was coaxing from her body.
I was hard as a fucking rock, every ounce of her pleasure shooting straight to my dick as if I’d been the one racking up those O’s.
Fuck me, I wanted to taste them. Needed to taste just how good I’d made her feel.
Once she sagged back against the door, panting and wrung out, I dropped to my knees, taking her leggings and panties with me before tossing them to the side. Then I hooked her leg over my shoulder and groaned at the sight of her, all pink and swollen and so fucking ready for me.
“Holy shit, is this actually happening?” she asked, her words breathless and disbelieving.
“This can’t be happening. I’m dreaming, aren’t I?
” She laughed, a half-hinged, hysterical sound, and shook her head as she stared down at me.
“Two orgasms from his fingers and now he wants to eat my pussy? Yeah, this is definitely a dream.”
“Not a dream, bunny.” I swiped my thumb through her slit, my cock throbbing at her unrestrained moan when I passed over her fully exposed clit. “You’ve already been so fucking good for me. Are you going to let me taste this next one?”
She breathed out a laugh. “The next one? You’ve already given me double what I usually manage, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“What was the question again?”
I let out a low chuckle, so close to her, I had no doubt she could feel it against her skin. “Can I make you come with my tongue?”
“You can sure as hell try.” She whipped her shirt over her head—the shirt that had been the catalyst for what was sure to go down as one of the best nights of my life—and tossed it and her bra somewhere over my shoulder.
“And for the record, you’ve got an all-night pass to do whatever you want with your tongue. ”
My mouth watered at the sight and scent of her, and I couldn’t wait another second to have her taste on my tongue. I swept it through her slit, from entrance to clit, groaning when her sweetness flooded my mouth.
“Oh shit.” She braced herself with one hand against the door, the other on the back of my head, holding me to her pussy.
The move was wholly unnecessary because I didn’t plan to leave until I’d wrung another two orgasms from her sweet little cunt.
I licked her from top to bottom and every place in between, sucking and nipping and humming against her skin every time she gave me a breathy moan.
“God, you’re good at this,” she said, awe and desire threaded through each word.
“Don’t tell me that until you’ve come down my throat.” I turned my head and sank my teeth into the inside of her thigh. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting, and a shudder racked her body. “Now ride my face and make yourself come for me.”