Chapter Five
Clay
Pepper tells the others she has a headache, and I offer to make sure she gets up to her room safely. We play it cool as we head to the elevator, but the second the doors close, we drop our jackets and devour each other, grinding and groping as the floors tick by. I’ve wanted her for so long, I feel like a fucking teenager, so damn greedy for her I can barely think straight. My hands are everywhere at once, on a mission to feel every lush curve. Her mouth is hot and sweet and so fucking willing, my dick aches to be inside it.
When the elevator stops on my floor, we reluctantly part, snag our jackets, and rush down the hall. Once inside my suite, I strip off her blazer between ravenous kisses and tear her shirt over her head. She’s pushing at my shirt, and I make quick work of taking it off. Her bra goes next, and I take a long lascivious look at her gorgeous tits and swollen lips.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“ Me? Look at you. Those abs can’t be real.”
I laugh. “You think that’s impressive. Just wait till I take my pants off.”
She blushes a red streak, which makes her even more adorable. “Don’t be conceited when I’m half-naked.”
“Okay. I’ll save it for when you’re fully naked, but for what it’s worth, nothing is as impressive as that unstoppable smile of yours.”
Her gaze softens, and I can tell she finally believes me. That trust untethers me, and I bury my hands in her hair, angling her luscious mouth beneath mine, devouring her as her back meets the wall. We’re finally flesh to flesh, her taut nipples and soft breasts turning my skin to fire, but it’s nowhere near enough. I want to possess and pleasure all of her at once, but I can’t stop kissing her.
Keeping her mouth exactly where I want it with one hand, I palm her breast with the other and brush my thumb over her nipple. She moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I grit out, “ Fuck ,” and lower my mouth to her breast, teasing her nipple with my teeth and tongue, earning more sexy sounds. “So damn soft and gorgeous.”
She clings to me, moaning and arching. I want to strip her bare and lay her out where I can worship every inch of her, but I’m too impatient to cross the room to the couch or the bar or go into the bedroom. I suck her nipple to the roof of my mouth, and she cries out.
“Sorry,” I murmur against her skin.
“ I like it ,” she pants out.
I do it again, sucking harder, and she clings to me, her fingernails piercing my flesh.
“Feels so good.” Her voice is husky and raw.
I use both hands, rolling one nipple between my finger and thumb as I tease and taunt the other until she’s writhing and begging for more. Only then do I trail kisses down her stomach and use my teeth to open her jeans. She giggles, and man , I love that sound. I kiss the silky skin I revealed, rubbing her through her jeans, and she inhales a ragged breath. Sinking down to one knee, I press a kiss between her legs through the denim and grit out, “I cannot wait to taste you.”
Her cheeks flame, but she watches me take off her boots and socks. “I like your beautiful eyes on me.”
“I like your everything on me.”
I strip off her jeans. “Silk panties,” I say as I tease her through them, then take them off. “You secret little sex kitten.”
“My guilty pleasure,” she pants out.
“No guilt allowed.” I rain kisses over her thighs and kiss the bare flesh just above her glistening pussy as I slide my fingers through her wetness, earning another hungry moan. “Do you know how many nights I have fantasized about burying my mouth between your legs?” Her pussy clenches, and she bites her lower lip. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” She does. “Now watch me pleasure you.”
Her eyes brim with desire as I circle her clit with my tongue and move lower, taking my first taste of her. “So damn sweet.” I do it again, and again, circling her clit and licking her sweet, hot pussy.
“Ah….so good…Clay…” Her voice is drenched in desire, and my cock throbs for her, but I’ve waited too long to rush. I continue licking and teasing, building in intensity and speed with every slick of my tongue, until she’s writhing against the wall, her arousal coating my mouth. “Please. I can’t take it.”
I push two fingers into her slick heat and drag my tongue over her swollen clit, earning a long, sensual sound that rockets through me. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear how much you want me.” I tease and lick and flick that sensitive bundle of nerves as I find the magical spot inside her that makes her pussy clench and her legs tremble. I suck her clit between my teeth, and she gasps, riding my fingers. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“ Clay ,” she pants, her entire body shaking. “I’m going to—” She cries out, clawing at my shoulders, her pussy clenching tight and hot around my fingers, her hips bucking. I stay with her, eating the best meal of my life, as she rides out her pleasure to the very end, and then I send her careening again. My name flies from her lips like a fucking prayer, and I know I’ll hear it long after we’re apart.
She goes limp above me, her hands on my shoulders, panting out, “Wow, you’re good at that.”
I laugh and lift her into my arms. She gasps in surprise.
“I have legs, you know,” she says as I carry her into the bedroom.
“I’m well aware of those sexy legs and look forward to having them wrapped around my neck and wrapped around my waist while I’m buried nine inches deep.”
I strip down the blanket and lay her on the sheet. Moonlight spills in through the windows, giving her an ethereal glow. She looks so sweet and sated, I have the urge to climb into bed and hold her. That’s about as foreign, and as startling, as the fact that I haven’t thought about the playoff loss since I first set eyes on her tonight.
She goes up on one elbow, watching me toe off my shoes and strip off my remaining clothes. As I step out of my boxer briefs, her eyes lock on my cock, shimmering with appreciation. She sits up. “You weren’t lying about that .”
“Yeah, I’m not big on lying.” I wrap my hand around my erection, giving it a stroke. “Guess Morgyn didn’t tell you about the Braden curse.”
“Thankfully no . She doesn’t talk to me about her husband’s junk. Were you honest about never having an STD?”
“Like I said, I’m not big on lying.”
“In that case.” She moves to sit on the side of the bed and crooks her finger, beckoning me.
I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any hotter, but a lady in the streets and a vixen in the sheets? Fuck yeah . She is scorching. “Does my sexy scientist want to do a little hands-on research?”
“Hands. Mouth .” She says mouth just above a whisper, and it sounds so fucking sexy, my cock jerks. “You’re not the only one who fantasized about this.” She licks her sultry lips as she wraps her delicate fingers around my cock. Her gaze flicks to mine, and her eyes narrow. “If I’m giving myself one night with you, I’m going to enjoy it, so please don’t thrust so hard you choke me.”
I don’t think a woman has ever told me what to do in the bedroom. They’re usually just happy to be there. I fucking love that she’s not willing to be used for only my pleasure. “Baby, I want to do a lot of things to you, but turning you off to sucking my cock is not one of them.”
“Good.” She begins licking me from base to tip, getting me nice and wet, and swirls her tongue around the broad head.
“That’s it. Feels good.” I thread my fingers into her hair. “Look at me.” Her hungry hazel eyes flick to mine, and she lowers her mouth over my cock, stroking as she sucks me off. “ Ah, yeah . Tighter.” She tightens her grip, chasing her mouth with her hand, working me into a heart-pounding fervor. She quickens her efforts, and I grit my teeth against the pleasure coursing through me. I focus all of my willpower to keep from taking control and driving my cock down her throat. “Feels so fucking good. Can you take me deeper, baby?”
She grabs my hip with one hand, pulling me closer and taking me to the back of her throat. Then she takes me deeper. Pleasure rockets through me. “Fuuck.” She strokes me faster, tighter, taking me just as deep, over and over. Lust pounds beneath my skin, mounting like a volcano readying to blow. “Feels too good,” I hiss. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
Her eyes turn feral, and she works me faster, taking me so fucking deep, I see stars, and grit out, “ Fuuck ,” as I come down her throat. She swallows everything I have to give. When the last shudder rumbles through me, I utter, “ Christ , Pepper,” and rub her jaw as I pull out of her mouth. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shakes her head, eyes at half-mast. I tighten my grip on her hair, lifting her to her feet with a gentle tug. “I knew your mouth would wreck me.”
The smile that earns twists me up inside. I take her in a kiss so fierce and possessive, I know I should break the connection, run from those feelings. But I don’t. I intensify my efforts, chasing them, wanting to consume them. When I finally tear my mouth away, she’s beautifully breathless, and I’m hard again. “I’m not done with that stunning mouth of yours, but climb up on the bed, sexy girl. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want to leave.”
“One night,” she says as she climbs onto the bed. “That’s all this is.”
“We’ll see about that.” I leisurely explore the dips and curves of her body with my hands and mouth, taking her right up to the edge of release and holding her there. She moans and gasps with every touch, begging me for more. Hearing her beg only makes me want to stave off her orgasm longer, to revel in her greediness for me. When I finally give her what she needs, “ Clay —” flies from her lips, and I devour every last drop of her essence as she writhes against my mouth, moaning and mewling.
When she finally collapses to the mattress, gasping for air, and runs her fingers through my hair as I kiss my way up her body. I soak in that intimate touch until her hands slide off my head, landing lightly on my arms, and I drink her in. Her skin is flushed, her eyes closed, and her hair a mass of shiny locks spread over the pillow. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. “Still with me, sweetheart?” I’m not an endearment guy, but with her, sweetheart comes naturally.
“ Barely ,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering open.
My chest tightens at the sweetness and trust staring back at me. I lower my lips to hers, intending to go slow, but I can’t hold back. Passion builds so fast, and I kiss her for so long, we both nearly lose it. I tear my mouth away, gritting out, “Your mouth fucking owns me. I love kissing you.”
She pulls my mouth back to hers, and our bodies meld together as we feast on each other. I grind my hips, and she bows beneath me, grabbing at my back, moaning into my mouth. I give her the friction she craves, grinding my erection against her clit. We’re a brewing storm, thunderous and sharp, gaining strength with every rock and moan. The need to be inside her is primal. I reluctantly tear my mouth away and get up to grab a condom from my wallet, quickly sheathing my cock. She reaches for me as I come down over her.
Our mouths fuse as our bodies become one, and she’s so fucking tight, my vision blurs. “ Ohmygod ,” she whimpers, and I know she feels it, too. I move slowly at first, trying not to give in to the exquisite pleasure coursing through me. I lift her leg at the knee, spreading her wider, taking her deeper. “ Ah ,” she says against my mouth. “So good.”
Her pleasure heightens mine, and she gazes up at me with a mix of lust and something akin to confusion. I get that, because we fit together like two pieces of a fucking puzzle. I’m overcome by a feeling of rightness like I’ve never known. Nothing has ever felt this good. Before that can fuck with my head, I reclaim her mouth, and we begin to move. When we find our rhythm, we’re in perfect sync. Our kisses turn feverish, my thrusts deep and purposeful. Our bodies take over, and there’s no holding back. We grope, claw, and claim , kissing, biting, and sucking. Our skin grows slick with sweat, her moans and my curses filling the air. This is not just sex. This is something all-consuming. Something unstoppable and wild, and I want more of her.
I slide my hands under her ass, lifting and angling her hips. She hooks her feet around the backs of my thighs, taking me impossibly deeper. “Clay.” The desperation in her voice is underscored by the way she’s clinging to me like a lifeline. I realize with a start that I want to be that lifeline. I want to be the anchor that grounds her the way nothing else can.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she kisses me harder, meeting my every thrust with a rock of her hips. The pleasure is torturous, drawing me deeper into the soft, trusting beauty beneath me. I quicken my efforts, pounding into her, rough and greedy.
Her legs are tight around me, and her head falls back, her face a mask of pleasure. I seal my mouth over her neck, sucking hard. Her breaths come in fast bursts, fingernails cutting into my skin as she surrenders to our passion. “Clay—”
This time my name sounds like a fucking curse. Her pussy pulses tight and hot around my cock, and my release crashes over me like a bullying wave. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, gritting out her name as the world disappears, and I’m lost in a sea of pleasure so vast and new, I never want to hit shore.