Chapter Three #2
I feel her tighten around my fingers, her body going rigid. She comes with a cry that I swallow with my mouth, her body shuddering against mine.
I keep my fingers inside her, feeling her flutter and pulse, until she goes limp. Then I slowly withdraw, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean while she watches, her face still flushed.
She blinks at me, dazed. “I want more.”
I raise an eyebrow. “More?”
“All the way.” She swallows, her bravado faltering for just a second. “I want you inside me.”
I study her face, looking for any hesitation. “There’s no turning back, Sierra. Once we do this, there’s no pretending it didn’t happen.”
She nods, her jaw set. “I know.”
I take her hand and lead her back inside, through the crowded ballroom. No one pays us any attention. They are too wrapped up in their own performances. We take the elevator to the upper floors, and I use a keycard from my wallet to open the suite door.
The room is dark, lit only by the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I close the door and turn to her.
“Last chance,” I say.
She answers by reaching behind her and unzipping her dress. It pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and panties. I stare at her, my throat going dry. She’s beautiful, all soft curves and pale skin, and I want to ruin her in the best possible way.
I cross the room and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. I follow her down, kissing her deeply, my hands roaming over her body.
I break the kiss and trail my mouth down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. I unhook her bra and toss it aside, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. She arches off the bed, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I take my time, savoring them until she’s writhing. Then I move lower, kissing down her stomach, to her hips. I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down, tossing them aside. She’s bare before me, and I can see how wet she still is, how ready.
I spread her legs and settle between them, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her. I suck on her clit until she whimpers, her hips bucking.
“Royal, please…”
I look up at her. “Please, what?”
“P-please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need you.”
I crawl back up her body and kiss her, long and deep. Then I reach between us and guide myself to her entrance. I push in slowly, feeling her tightness, her heat. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stilling.
She nods, her eyes wet. “Don’t stop.”
I push further, feeling resistance, and then I’m through. She cries out, and I freeze, looking down at her in shock. “Sierra,” I breathe. “You’re a virgin.”
She turns her face away, her cheeks flaming. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
I cup her face and turn her back to me. “Hey. Look at me.” She does, her eyes shimmering.
“I’m honored,” I say softly. “Let me make it good for you.”
I start to move, slow and gentle, watching her face for any sign of pain. But soon her breathing changes, her hips rising to meet mine.
“More,” she whispers. “I want more.”
I increase my pace, still careful, still watching her. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. I groan, burying my face in her neck.
“You’re so tight,” I grit out. “So perfect.”
She moans, her head falling back. I reach between us and find her clit, circling it with my thumb. She cries out, her body tightening around me.
“Come for me,” I command. “Let me feel you.”
She shatters, her orgasm rippling through her. But I’m not done. I stand and pull her up with me, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her with every step. The ache inside me is at an all-time high and I’m ready to explode. But not before I get one more from her.
I reach the glass coffee table in the sitting area, the one with the city lights glittering beneath it. I bend her over it, her breasts pressed against the cool surface.
“Royal,” she gasps. “Someone could see…”
“Let them,” I say, positioning myself behind her. “I want them to see what you do to me. I want them to know you’re mine.”
I slide into her from behind, and she moans, her hands gripping the edge of the table. I feel a flood of wetness around my cock. Her pussy tightens hard on my swollen cock, and I go crazy with need. I set a hard, fast pace, watching her reflection in the glass.
Her face is flushed with pleasure and something else, something darker.
“You like this, don’t you?” I growl. “You like the idea of someone watching. Of someone seeing you get fucked like this.”
She moans, her hips pushing back against mine. “Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, I do.”
I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She cries out, her body tensing.
“Come for me,” I demand. “Come while they watch.”
She screams my name, her orgasm crashing over her, and I follow, emptying myself inside her long and hard. I collapse against her back, both of us breathing hard. The city lights glitter below us, indifferent to our little drama.
I kiss her shoulder and whisper, “Mine.”
She doesn’t argue.