Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
K ash rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, palms skimming over heated skin and solid muscle.
Slowly, as those arresting brown eyes watched, she pushed her hands through her hair, the curls catching in her fingers, and stretched. Her breasts bounced with the movement, her plump nipples peaking.
All she wanted to do was to lean down and run her hands, tongue and lips all over him. To kiss and lick every inch of the hard muscle and velvet-soft heated skin. To bite and nip and leave a trail of marks that whispered her name all over him.
But there had to be some self-preservation. Already, there were too many wondrous, laughing moments that she would never let go from this night. She needed more of him, but it had to be limited to pleasure.
Still, she couldn’t help dragging her bare breasts down his chest and rub her pussy over the corded muscles of his stomach, before she undid his jeans.
Diego’s breath came rough, his hands swatting hers away as he lifted his hips and kicked off his jeans. Kash glided down, opening herself wide over his engorged cock. Their mingled groans ripped the air around them as she trapped it between their bodies and glided herself up and down its length.
“Keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for not holding out until I’m inside you,” he bit out through a tight jaw.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered, sliding down to his thighs. Her mouth, and pussy, watered as she took his cock in hand.
She tried to smooth the condom over his pulsing length, ignoring the way his breath hitched under her touch. Her fingers shook twice before she could get it on him.
This was supposed to be one more way to burn off everything she didn’t want to carry out of this room. But she was nervous, as if she’d never done this before.
“Slow down, Doc. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid up her thighs, squeezing and reverent in turns, thumbs brushing circles into her skin as if he had all the time in the world.
All she wanted was to sink into his touch and soak it in, stay in this bed for a week at least and shut the outside world. She wouldn’t even ask to come, as long as he touched her like this. The sheer intensity of that longing made her say, “No. I need this cock inside me. Now.”
Going to her knees, she fisted his cock and squeezed up and down, before she sank down onto him in one jerky downswing of her hips. He filled her so completely that pain and pleasure melded. The stretch was a hot, perfect burn that had her head tipping back and moaning loudly.
Diego’s “Christ, I knew this cunt would swallow me whole,” was guttural. He gripped her hips, cupped her ass, steadying her, guiding her—but not pushing, not rushing.
Kash pushed to her knees, testing the fit, and bore down again. Fire licked down her spine, gathering like molten heat in her core.
She had come only half hour ago, but he was big, and she hadn’t been completely ready this time and it...hurt. But in a damn good way. In a fuck her soul kind of way.
When she was about to do it again, he arrested her hips. The smooth skin of his chest gleamed with sweat as he held her skewered over him, then rolled his hips in a way that had her arching her spine. He filled his hands with her breasts, making her bow toward him and gave her a few short, hard thrusts that had her moaning incessantly. Her throat felt raw, like every other inch of her.
She could hardly catch her breath when he wrapped a hand around her neck. Her pulse skittered under his thumb. “I said slow down, Preciosa.” Husky and deep, his command washed over her, making every inch of her bow in surrender. “You aren’t rushing me here, Kash.”
She arched her neck, testing his hold, and ground her hips down. The tightness relented just a little as her arousal gushed around him. “This isn’t some romantic lovemaking, Diego.” She clutched his wrist, brought his fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. “I want to be fucked until my brains are leaking out of my ears and I can’t think. Not chitchat about feelings.”
As if in reward, or punishment, he gave her another one of those hip swivels that made stars explode at the back of her eyes. Even like this, seemingly on top of him, she was putty in his hands. “Does that feel like chitchat, baby?”
“No,” Kash said, sweat dripping down her temple. She undulated back and forth on his cock, setting a slow rhythm. His other hand drifted down her chest, past her stomach to her clit, as he drilled his hips into her. Thank God she’d booked herself into a luxury resort because the walls would have carried their moans over.
Every shift, every roll of his hips was slow, deliberate, dragging pleasure out until her breath stuttered. Then he pushed up and the fit was even better and his thrusts rougher, relentless. Kash thought she might burst out of her skin. She felt achingly, incredibly, full.
His mouth roamed over her chest, up her throat, the faint rasp of stubble leaving trails across her skin. “I kiss when I fuck, Dr. Shah. If you want me to stop one, I have to stop the other too.”
And then he took her mouth for a spin, somehow managing to make it tender amidst rough grunts and rougher thrusts. Somehow, reaching her crusted up heart through it all.
He kissed her like he wanted to memorize her taste for tomorrow morning. For the rest of their lives. His scent surrounded her, clean sweat, faint spice, something unmistakably him.
And that’s all it took, this feeling of being engulfed in this man who saw both sides of her.
She felt herself unraveling too quickly, the coil of pressure tightening far faster than she wanted. Her nails dug into his shoulders, breath ragged as his fingers slid between them again, circling, coaxing until her hips snapped forward, chasing every thrust.
This time, her orgasm slammed into her without warning, her body locking around him. Every nerve lit up, raw and bright, like the Christmas lights decorating every tree in the resort’s lobby. It went on and on, urged on by his teeth scoring down her cheek, his cock drinking in every clench and release of her muscles.
“Fuck, Kash, you squeeze me like a vise when you come,” Diego whispered against the shell of her ear, before licking at her. “This cunt, it’s made for me, Preciosa. Sorry it took me this long to claim it.”
She cursed softly under her breath, his filthy declaration prolonging her pleasure. Tears and snot and sweat dripped down her face, and splashed onto his warm skin. The aftershocks rumbled through her pelvis, making a mess out of her in every way possible.
“Look at you, Kash. All broken down and used up.” Diego punctuated his words with strokes of his hands, patting and soothing her, from her head to where he was still like a steel poker inside her. “All mine.”
It was so much better with him inside her, yes, but she also knew it was his words, his kisses, the way he held her that made it infinitely better.
That made it feel like it was more than just an orgasm, but a clearing out, a cleansing.
Before she could fall apart entirely, she grabbed his face and scored her teeth down his jaw. He was salt and sweat on her tongue, a taste she easily swallowed. “Should’ve known you would fuck like a champ, Diego. I’m sorry too, for not realizing the solution to my freeze state was right there. We could have gotten this over by now and returned to reality.”
Fingers bracing around her throat, he held her gaze, as if he could see and touch the choking emotion flickering beneath her asinine words. He licked her lower lip and at her gasp, swooped in like a thief. He devoured her, as if her mouth was his last feast. As if he meant to steal even more from her.
When he released her, with a bite and pop, Kash clung to his mouth, all good sense misted away. God, the man kissed like he owned her, stamping every inch of her with his own brand of magic.
His gaze flickered between her eyes, sharp and unreadable, while a smile drifted over his kiss-swollen lips. “On all fours,” he bit out. “Now.”
Kash jerked and his thick length pulsed inside her. “What?”
Diego’s jaw flexed, something dark flashing in his eyes. “Since you’re determined that this should be transactional, I’ll have you the way I want. On all fours, with your plump ass raised up in the air, and your tits hanging. With this pretty, proud cunt lifted high for me.” He rolled his hips, followed by a rough thrust and she gasped. “You want no sweet talk, no mercy, no gentleness, Dr. Shah? Then brace yourself to be fucked into oblivion.”
Kash grimaced as she pulled herself off him. His cock, engorged and veiny, plopped to the right, hitting his upper thigh. Already, she missed his solid length deep inside her.
Utterly confident in his nakedness, Diego moved aside, making room for her.
She’d never had sex like this, not that her sex life had ever been exciting or experimental. Not even in her twenties. But this position had always struck her as more animalistic and dominating than a connection between two lovers and yet, her core tingled with excitement. Her pulse leaped everywhere, as if it didn’t know where to land.
It was that Diego wanted her like this, she realized with a feverish shiver claiming her. For him, for the care he showed her, for the oblivion he gave her, she would do anything. Her excitement was both mortifying and liberating.
Her muscles quaked and quivered as she went to her knees and hands. Cool, abraded palms stroked her upper back and down, before shifting her messy curls away from her face. “Who knew you could be so obedient under the right circumstances, Dr. Shah? Such a good girl, if only this cunt gets pounded, no?”
She heard the quiet rasp of his breath, felt him settle behind her, his hands sliding down her back, over her hips, but there was a tension there now, coiled tight beneath the surface. It wasn’t rough or careless. If anything, he handled her more carefully, his grip sure but restrained, as if trying to hold something back.
Those clever fingers stroked a line down her ass, not probing, until they landed over her folds.
Then he bent low, his lips brushing her shoulder, his voice like gravel against her ear. “I know it’s not praise that gets you off but fuck, Kash, do you know how gorgeous you look like this?” he murmured silkily. “Why do I have the feeling that you wouldn’t have submitted like this for anyone but me? That you wouldn’t surrender, with your cunt in the air, clenching on emptiness, for any other man but me?”
His words went straight to her already sensitized core, making it tingle afresh. “Diego,” Kash whispered, but it was more of a whine.
“Say yes, Kash. Admit that it is only me that ruins you like this.”
Shaking her head, she dug her teeth into the flesh of her arm, biting away the words that wanted to spill out.
“What a stubborn brat you are, Dr. Shah,” he said with a chuckle. Apparently, the man liked it when she held out. “Making me do the work of breaking you all over again.” Sheer pleasure danced in his words.
His palms moved down, cupping and kneading her hips, before his warm breath feathered over her ass cheek. And then came the dig of his teeth.
Kash jerked and squirmed, pushing her ass into his solid warmth as he bit down, hard. Stars, no, entire universes, exploded behind her eyes, the thread of pain chased by the keen pleasure of his thumb tracing her oversensitive clit in mindless circles.
“Diego...” Kash said, licking her lips. “Please...just take me. Fuck me. I need you inside.”
“You should see this pretty bruise on your ass, Kash.” Then he rubbed the edges of it in sure strokes while he flicked at her clit like it was a switch.
Pleasure pulsed and Kash moaned loud enough for the sound to rumble through the resort. “It is only you, okay? You have the damned keys to my cunt. Only you, Diego. Now please...”
“Keys to your cunt, huh? I should have known you wouldn’t mince your words.” A trail of kisses down her spine. “I still want to see you. I want you to know every moment I’m thrusting into you that it’s me who’s taking you mercilessly.” With tenderness that skewered her, he gently collected her hair and wrapped it around his fingers, tugging her head up. “Look up, Preciosa.”
Kash swallowed, forcing her eyes open, locking onto the mirror across the room—their bodies tangled together, his face flushed, jaw tight, eyes burning. She looked sweaty, tense, wrecked. In other words, gorgeous, alive, hungry.
“Look,” he whispered, one hand sliding up her stomach, splaying across her chest. “Look how you pant for me. How you pretzel yourself into anything I ask of you.”
Her breath hitched, muscles clenching involuntarily as he stroked through her folds with the fat head of his cock. Then he entered her in one smooth thrust.
Kash screamed as he filled her deeper like this. She felt submerged in him—his muscled warmth outside and his cock inside her. Every nerve on fire, she clenched and released him and did it again when he groaned.
“Fuck, you clench me like you never want to let go of me.” He moved slowly, deeply, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding back down to stroke between her thighs again.
Her reflection blurred, her pulse pounding wildly. Sweat dripped into her eyes. And Kash knew he had not just broken her apart but remade her with his imprint all over her.
“You’re mine, Kash,” Diego gritted out, between short, shallow thrusts and deep, long strokes that nudged at her g-spot. “All mine. Any man you will let inside after this only gets my sloppy seconds.”
Her hands fisted the sheets, the words sliding under her skin, hot and devastating for how true they were.
And then he was pounding into her, hard, sweaty chest covering her back, pushing her torso into the bed. Stealing the breath right out of her.
Kash pressed her cheek into the sheets, tears and sweat dripping down, hungry gaze searching for his. When she found his, hazed with lust, she drank him in greedily. He looked wild, gorgeous.
She shattered again, flinching at her own pleasure, his devouring gaze the thing that tipped her over into freefall.
“Mine.” Thrust. “All mine.” Swivel. “Only mine, Kash.” He gave her a series of pounding thrusts that filled the room with erotic sounds, that wrecked her super-sensitized core, that pushed her upward on the bed. Another orgasm clutched at her core, pulling the last ounce of pleasure out of her battered flesh.
It pushed him into his own release.
He came with a quiet roar, mouth panting against her upper back. She closed her eyes and absorbed the shudders of his powerful body and how, even in that mindless moment, he was careful about not crushing her.
Tears leaked out of her eyes, and she thought she might have come undone completely. And she knew, even as every rational part of her revolted against it, that it was because who he was that—patient, generous and kind—that he had gotten through her and through to her.
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It felt like the world itself had come to a standstill at their explosive coming together. The damp on their skin cooled, turning sticky, but Kash didn’t want to lose the contact.
Before she could commandeer a word or two from her brain, Diego was pulling out. Rolling out of the bed as if he couldn’t bear to be there for another second.
A pained gasp floated past her lips. Deflated without him inside her, she fell onto the bed, her breath leaving her body. An instant hollow claimed the space he had taken inside her, but not just the sexual way.
The quiet stretched, charged and heavy. Somehow, she managed to turn her head to the other side, desperate to catch a glimpse of him.
His breath was ragged, skin shimmering with a damp sheen as he pulled off the condom and tied it up. Like a drunken sailor, he swayed on his feet as he swung his arm and threw it into the trash.
His movements were neither smooth nor hurried as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.
Body lax and trembling, Kash took in the tensile strength of his thighs, the taut roundness of his ass, the tapered jut of his hips, still greedy for him.
“I don’t have it in me to cuddle you,” he said, his fingers on the band of his jeans. A muscle flicked in his granite-hard jaw while he kept his gaze carefully away from her. “But if you need it?—”
“No,” she said, closing her eyes. “I get it.”
Even the drag of the sheet over her skin felt like too much, while her pulse dully throbbed in her ears. She had nothing left in her to reassemble the walls he had taken down. And honestly, she didn’t want to try.
Neither could she give into the urging of every cell in her to stop him, to beg him to spend the night with her, to hold her. Her exhausted limbs faintly ached with the need to feel his solid warmth again.
She fought all of it, as if her life was dependent on it. Maybe it was. Definitely her ability to function tomorrow morning as a rational adult was at stake.
He halted by the door, hair rumpled, lips swollen. Then his eyes flicked to hers. If she looked too long into those brown depths, she might drown and never come up for air.
“You’re okay?” he said, his voice not quiet steady.
Fresh tears filled her eyes, but Kash held them back. She even managed a smile, though her vision turned foggy. “I will be. Thank you, Diego. For saving me,” she whispered the last to herself.
He stared at her for another long moment, gave her a swift nod. She couldn’t help flinching as the door clicked shut behind him.
The silence that followed pressed in on her, thick and suffocating.
She pulled the sheet tighter around herself. The warmth she sought, that had been wrapped around her—his weight, his hands, his voice—was gone but the scent of him lingered. Of the cocktail they had made together, and she breathed it in.
And it hit her then, all at once.
The way he’d touched her and looked at her.
Trust Diego to make her feel seen, wanted, and adored by breaking her apart.
Smiling, she turned around and stared up at the ceiling. Everything inside her felt loose, shaky, like the ground had fallen away. Like now that she had been freed from her own prison, anything was possible.
Her muscles ached, tender and raw, but it was nothing compared to how keenly her heart pounded. For she knew, she had opened the door to something incredibly tender. But it had nowhere else to go and she couldn’t let it grow.
She stayed like that for a long time, the sheets and her skin growing cold, soreness pulsing at her core like a phantom length was still lodged deep inside her.
And Kash relived everything, every hitch of a breath, every taut inch of him, every stroke he had given her. Every word and smile and tease.
When dawn caressed the sky outside her window, filling the room with a dim pink light, she fell asleep. With a smile curving her lips.