Pretty Little Poison

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Raelyn

Opening my eyes, I wince, shutting them again. I pull the covers over my head. Ugh, my head is pounding. Usually, I don’t get bad hangovers, but this is an exception.

I feel for my phone on the nightstand. Grabbing it, I peel my eyes open to see it’s ten-thirty in the morning. Why did I drink so much? Damn tequila, it does me dirty every time, but I always go back.

Laying back on my pillow, I close my eyes as I replay our night. My memory may be a little fuzzy, but I remember a lot of bar hopping, dancing, mechanical bull rides, shots, more drinks, and a delicious hotdog at the end of the night. I rub my temples. I believe we were at a male strip club at one point, as well.

I hear footsteps enter the room. “Rise and shine, I told y’all bitches to hydrate and medicate,” Rylie says, rather chipper, while pulling the curtains open.

The sun streams through the once dark room. “Get out,” I groan.

“We have brunch reservations, so get up. Now,” she demands.

I roll over just in time to see Brynn hurl a pillow at Rylie, hitting her right in the face.

Rylie flips her the bird. “I will so not help you if you have beer goggles on again tonight, Brynn. I saved your ass from going home with a two last night. A two ,” she exclaims, placing her hands on her hips.

Brynn scrunches her nose. “I don’t think I remember the two.”

“I brought supplies, also," Rylie adds, raising an eyebrow. “You will want this, so you better play nice, Brynn.”

Grumbling, we push the warm covers back.

A few hours later, we’re eating a late lunch on the strip nearby. We missed brunch, but Rylie did hook us up. Literally, she gave us all a bag of IV fluids, and it was a total game changer for a hangover.

Maddie looks at Rylie between taking bites of her food. “God, I sure am glad you’re a nurse.”

I nod in agreement. “For real, you saved the day, sis.”

“Yeah, sorry about hitting you in the face with the pillow,” Brynn adds with a smirk, dipping her french fry in ranch dressing.

“Sure you are, you skank,” Rylie throws back.

I smile at their playful banter. “So, tell us more about the two because the tequila made my memory spotty.”

Maddie glances up at me. “Well, you had a hot one after you.”

I rack my brain, then it hits me. blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. He was good looking, but there was just something about him. “I do remember him. He was a little too touchy if my memory serves me right, though.”

“That is exactly what you needed, but you wouldn’t give him the time of day,” Maddie replies, rolling her eyes.

I point a french fry at her. “I just didn’t have a good vibe with him. Hot or not. If you aren’t feeling it, you aren’t feeling it.”

My phone vibrates on the table. I glance down at the screen. “The cute bartender from last night just texted me with the party details.”

Maddie rubs her hands together. “Tonight is going to be our night. I can feel it.”

Brynn lifts her nose. “I can already smell the oxytocin in the air.”

Rylie throws a fry at her. “Let’s just hope your beer goggles are better tonight.”

Laughter fills the room.

Around nine o’clock, our Uber pulls up at a breathtaking mansion. The front of the house is made of white stone with huge cedar posts. Gold outdoor lighting gives it a fancy touch. The landscaping is to die for with beautiful, vibrant flowers.

I look around in awe. “Wow.”

Maddie leans over me, scanning the people mingling outside. “Well, on a positive note. I don’t think there will be any twos here.”

“I was just thinking that myself,” Rylie replies.

“Grade A, prime meat tonight, ladies,” Brynn says, pushing her tits up on display.

Stepping out of the car onto the stone walkway, I sense good vibes in the air.

I toss my hair back. “Show time.”

We make our way up to the entrance where security is stationed. He gives us a once over. “Names, ladies.”

I hold my shoulders back. “Raelyn Grace,” I reply, praying our names are in fact on that list.

He looks up and a slow smile spreads across his face. “He wasn’t lying. All right ladies, y’all are in. Enjoy your night.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Thank you.”

He opens the door, and I’m taken back. This house is impressive inside and out, like magazine worthy. The walls are painted white with hints of stone and cedar throughout as big beams fill the ceiling. The marble floor clicks under my heels as my eyes scan the beautiful people mingling everywhere.

Brynn leans into me. “If I go missing, don’t come find me.”

I nod in response as we gaze in awe at the atmosphere around us.

The party is already in full swing. Charcuterie tables, hors d’oeuvres tables, dessert tables, and what appears to be a champagne fountain are strategically displayed throughout the magnificent room. Servers, dressed in uniforms, are carrying platters of hors d’oeuvres and different cocktails.

A server approaches me. “Would you ladies care for a glass?”

“Absolutely, thank you,” I say, as I take a chilled glass of champagne from the tray.

I continue making my way through the room, distracted by the ambience, when I’m suddenly jolted to the side. My glass slips in my fingers, spilling down my dress and continuing down my leg.

“Shit!” We both exclaim in unison.

Looking up, I can’t even form words. My eyes lock in on the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I take him in, mesmerized by his every detail: muscular build like he spends hours in the gym, olive skin tone, thick, black hair, brown eyes or maybe they’re hazel, framed with thick dark eyelashes that any woman would be jealous of. Not to mention his lips, plump and full.

I tilt my head to the side as I start to imagine what they would feel and taste like when he starts talking, knocking me out of my trance.

“I’m so sorry,” he says with a deep southern drawl.

My eyes fly up to meet his as an amused expression spreads across his beautiful face. Even his voice is sexy, and he totally just caught me checking him out. Way to be smooth, Raelyn.

“It’s okay,” I say, trying to mask the nervous tone in my voice. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. This house and party are really something, and I was in a trance.”

He seems pleased with my response. “Well, at least let me help you get cleaned up. Come on, I happen to know who owns this house. I’ll show you to a private bathroom the guests don’t have access to.”

“Oh, It’s okay. I’m fine,” I reply.

He takes my now almost empty glass from me. “I insist. Plus, I owe you a new drink. I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t replace a lady’s drink that I spilled.”

I don’t want to lose the sound of that deep southern drawl yet. “Okay, I’ll take another drink. Thank you.”

I glance back at the girls, who are openly gawking at him. I bite my lip to hide my smirk.

“Lucky bitch,” Brynn whispers loud enough for me to hear.

I shoot her a glare to shut her mouth.

“She’s had it rough lately, and we all know she needs to loosen up. Keep her for a while,” Brynn tells the beautiful stranger.

“Absolutely,” Maddie exclaims, still staring.

My eyes land on Rylie next. She crosses her arms as a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “That’s my sister, though, so just make sure she gets back safely.”

He’s getting me a new drink and taking me to a private bathroom to clean up. They’re going to scare him off.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, so now that my friends and sister have put their unwanted two cents in, you can just point me in the direction of that bathroom, and I’ll be on my way.” I know I’m blushing by this point because my cheeks feel warm. I do not blush. Get it together Raelyn.

He looks even more amused now, damn him. He reaches out and takes my hand. His touch sends a tingling sensation jolting across my skin. He pauses for a minute, looking down at our hands. Did he feel that too? He glances back up at me, then continues to lead us away through the crowd. “You have an interesting group of friends.”

He doesn’t look at me as we walk and talk.

“If you only knew,” I reply.

“So, what’s the ‘hard time’ comment about?”

“Just some drama I’m sure you don’t want to hear about,” I say, nonchalantly.

He doesn’t respond, but hands me a new glass of chilled champagne from a server as we pass.

It seems like everyone knows him and feels the need to get a word or handshake in along the way. I also notice the icy glares getting thrown my way from just about every female we pass. It’s interesting and intriguing at the same time.

We walk up a flight of marble stairs and turn down a dimly lit hallway. He flips on a switch inside a room. “Here it is.”

The light reveals a massive bathroom. This isn’t your normal bathroom either, but I should have expected that already. “This bathroom is bigger than my bedroom. The person who owns this house must make a shit ton of money or work for the cartel,” I mumble before I can stop myself.

A deep laugh escapes him as my eyes fly up to meet his. The sound is intoxicating, making my body warm.

He tilts his head while studying me. “I like your mouth. Your plump lips and lack of filter intrigue me.”

I look pointedly at him. “Well, while I'm being intriguing, you seem to have quite a fan club, or have really made some women unhappy from the daggered glares I received on our way up here.”

He leans back against the wall crossing his arms. An amused expression sits on his face. “Sorry about that. I may have pissed off a few of them at some point in time.”

I cross my arms, reading straight through that line. “So, you slept with most of them or all of them?"

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. Damn, I said that out loud. It’s like he has the truth serum from Harry Potter poured in my glass.

He doesn’t respond, but a slow grin spreads across his face.

I nailed it, he’s a total man whore. I should’ve expected that with his looks and swagger. He has the whole “bad boy” vibe dripping off of him.

He leans in close, handing me a towel. I grab it, quickly stepping away because having him too close to me is dangerous even though my body thinks otherwise. My dress really isn’t that bad, thank goodness. You can hardly even see the champagne stain. I start cleaning up the now sticky trail running down my leg.

“I bet that champagne would taste even better now,” he says in a husky voice behind me.

I glance over my shoulder to see him watching me. He has this dark, smoldering look in his eyes, sending a shiver through me. A picture of him cleaning me up plays in my head. Damn, if I’m not getting turned on just thinking about it. Hurrying, I finish my task. I need to get out of this room.

“What if I make you a proposition?” he asks.

Laying the towel down, I stare at him. “I’m not going to have sex with you in this bathroom.” Even as the words come out my body disagrees.

A deep chuckle fills the silence. That laugh is starting to become my favorite sound. Why’s it always the bad boys that draw me in? He’s already throwing red flags everywhere.

He leans in. “That isn’t my proposition, but that would be fun. I promise you would enjoy it,” he whispers darkly.

I clench my thighs together. God, I think he’s making me wet already with only his suggestive words.

I look up to see his dark eyes on my thighs. He looks pleased with himself and knows he’s affecting me. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve already gotten my fill of this party, and I’m tired of this scene. Let me take you somewhere.”

Can I do this? Maybe this is my chance to be rebellious. Do something unexpected. I would be lying to myself if I say I don’t want this.

I look at him weighing my options. “I don’t even know your name. Ted Bundy was a charmer, you know.”

There is a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “So, you think I could be a serial killer?”

I cross my arms against my chest. “My gut says no, but I do watch a lot of crime shows.”

He closes the distance between us, running his knuckle across my cheek. “I can assure you, I’ll do you no harm unless asked. I promise to show you a good time. No strings attached fun. Go tell your friends and sister I want to spend more time with you while they enjoy the rest of the party.”

I release a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding until he dropped his hand from my face. I came here for an adventure and here it is, looking right into my eyes. A beautiful mystery man. A thrill runs through me as I toss out my fears.

I straighten my shoulders. “You better not disappoint.”

He flashes me a devilish smile. “Come back and meet me in the hallway. We can slip out the back door. By the way, my name is Holt.”

Sticking my hand out, I take his and suck in a breath. The tingling sensation is back. “Nice to meet you Holt, I’m Raelyn.”

“I like your name. I don’t think I know a Raelyn. Now hurry your sexy little ass up. We’re wasting precious time.”

Making my way back to the main room, my eyes land on my girls and a smile touches my lips. They, of course, have pulled in some talent, as Brynn says. Three tall, handsome men stand around the table making conversation with them, and they all seem to be enjoying themselves.

I stop at the table, leaning into Rylie. “I’m going out with Holt, a.k.a. the beautiful man who spilled champagne on me. I want this. This is my adventure, my reset; don’t wait up for me.”

She studies me for a minute. “I’m going to go against my better judgment and say go have fun. He is sexy as hell.” She leans in, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Keep your location on and check in.”

I give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Yes ma’am. See you later, sis. Y’all have fun.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Brynn hollers out, as I’m walking away.

Smiling, I turn and blow her a kiss.

“We all know that is everything,” Maddie replies.

Laughter follows me as I walk across the room.

Mister tall, dark, and handsome is leaning against the empty hallway with his arms casually crossed against his chest as he watches me approach. I’ve never felt unsure of myself in the presence of a man, but he has that effect on me.

“So, your friends don’t think I’m a serial killer?”

I lift my eyebrows in a challenge. “They’re going against their better judgment. However, I do have a tracker app on my phone, and they can see my every move.”

He seems impressed with my response as he pushes off the wall. “Smart girl. Now let’s get out of here.”

We exit through a door leading to the back of the property. Looking up at the stars, I inhale the fresh night air. We continue walking to a loaded out black, Platinum F-250 with chrome trim, and big, aftermarket tires and rims. Seems fitting he would drive a badass truck. He walks to the passenger door, opening it for me, and helps me inside the lifted truck.

I give him a pleased smile. “I didn’t pick you as the chivalrous type.” I’m impressed, swoon points for him.

He acts like he’s offended, but I see the gleam in his eyes. “My mama taught me good manners.”

A small laugh escapes me as I take a seat. The scent of mint and his cologne engulfs me. I sigh, relaxing into the seat.

“I’m going to make a quick phone call to a buddy, and then we’ll be on our way.”

“Okay, sounds good,” I reply as he shuts the door.

The leather seat is cool on my legs as I watch him make the call. The night breeze blows through his dark hair. I ache to run my hands through that hair.

My mind drifts back to our touch. It was electric, and I’ve never experienced that before. I run my finger across my bottom lip as I think. Brynn was right, I’m one lucky bitch tonight.

Light illuminates the truck as he opens the door and slides inside, bringing me back from my thoughts.

My curiosity gets the best of me. “So, what’s your profession, Holt? Because it seems everyone inside that party knew who you were.”

He shoots me an amused expression as he shifts the truck into drive. “I just write and sing a little music.”

My wheels instantly start turning as I raise my eyebrows at him in disbelief. “No freaking way, it’s you! You’re the hot, new, up and coming country artist? That party was for you?”

A smile breaks across his perfectly sculpted face, as he holds up his hands up “Guilty.”

A small laugh escapes me again. Oh, my girls are going to eat this shit up. I look at him questioningly. “So you just ditched your party? Can you even do that? Will they not notice you’re missing?"

“My manager will one hundred percent be pissed when he realizes, but I don’t really care at the moment. While I appreciate these events, I secretly despise them. They make me feel like a trapped animal.”

“I get that,” I say. “The spotlight has to be hard at times, I would imagine.”

His eyes stay focused on the road. “I’m blessed, don’t get me wrong, but there are some downsides. Anyways, enough about my life. How did you find yourself at my release party since you have no clue who I am?”

I sit up straighter in my seat. “Well, you see we were on Broadway last night, and there was a cute bartender. I told him we were in town for the weekend and looking for a good time. He said he had a connection to a party for an up and coming country artist. Who could turn down a big party?” I smirk, lifting my shoulders slightly.

He glances over at me. “Cute bartender, huh? I may have to find him and thank him later.”

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to shake the way his looks make me feel.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, keeping his eyes on the road.

Silence fills the truck as I glance over at him. He seems to be lost in thought.

He turns my way and as our eyes connect, I see a playful gleam in his.

“You know, I’m relieved you don’t know who I am, but damn if you didn’t bruise my ego a little at the same time.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “Don’t get me wrong, I do love country music. Apparently, I need to branch out more to the country risers. I’m currently stuck on Lainie Murph.”

He looks impressed with my pick of artists. “She’s a powerhouse. Good choice.”

I prop my elbow on the middle console and lean in. “Will you play me something of yours?”

His mouth turns up in a half smile. “Hell no, you’ll have to find me on your own sweetheart.”

I roll my eyes. I guess I did bruise his ego a little. I make a mental note to search for him later.

Driving through the busy nightlife of downtown, he turns into a back entrance of a big hotel and parks the truck. I’m intrigued by where we are.

He shoots me a wink, as he texts on his phone. “We’re here.”

Moments later, someone appears at the back door. “There’s our guy. Come on, sweetheart.” Holt jumps out of the truck and walks around to meet me.

As we approach the guy, Holt wraps him in a warm embrace and pats him swiftly on the back. I watch their interaction. He seems to know the guy well—another good looking one, at that. Geez, they breed them well around here.

The guy gives him another slap on the back. “Paul is going to kill you when he realizes you dipped out.”

Holt laughs, seeming to care less about the consequences. “I already know, but he’ll get over it.” Then he turns to me. “Deacon, this is Raelyn. I blame her for making me ditch the party.”

I tilt my head playfully at him. “Don’t you dare put that on me.” I turn to Deacon. “It’s nice to meet you, Deacon, but he’s the one who spilled my champagne all over me, then somehow conned me into escaping with him. I didn’t even know the party was for him until I was already a victim.”

Deacon throws his head back laughing, then looks at Holt. “A pretty woman who doesn’t know who you are. That shit is funny. I like her already.” His eyes shift to me. “You don’t seem to be the type he usually gets caught up with, and I mean that as a compliment.”

Holt raises one eyebrow slightly. “I called you for a favor, Deacon, not to hit on her.”

A smile pulls at my lips as I look at Deacon. “I’m fairly certain I may have seen a few of those women tonight. Holt seemed to have quite the fan club at the party. If only looks could kill.”

Deacon lets out another bark of laughter. “Drinks at my house for a game soon,” he says, as he gives Holt another pat on the back. “Y’all enjoy your night. It’s nice to meet you, Raelyn.”

Holt touches the lower part of my back. “All right, come on, I got my boy here to pull some strings.”

He moves his hand off my back to open the door for me, and I instantly feel a sense of loss from his touch. Following him up a flight of stairs to an elevator, I watch Holt press the rooftop button.

After a short ride, the elevator doors open, and I exit to a breathtaking view of the city. The stars are beautiful up here, lighting up the night sky. I look around at the subtle greenery, and big, plush, cream-colored couches surrounding cozy fire pits. There’s a long black marble bar in the center with colorful, glowing neon signs. The lights strung across the railing create a warm ambiance. This place is beautiful, but empty.

I look at Holt questioningly. “Why aren’t there any people here? Did you have anything to do with that?”

He shrugs. “I may know the owner and might have made the night worthwhile for him to close it down early.”

I stare at him, taking in his words. “So Deacon is the owner?”

He nods. “That would be correct.”

I really feel like I’m dreaming. This night has been one for the books, and it’s just beginning.

I look up to find his eyes on me, studying me. His head is tilted. “I can’t figure it out yet, but you have this magnetic pull to you. I might be selfish, but I wanted you to myself for the night.”

My heart flutters at his words, but I feel like that’s not the emotion I need right now.

Before I can respond, he grabs my hand. I welcome the tingling sensation on my skin this time as he leads me over to a couch. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll make us a drink.”

I nod, taking a seat.

Once behind the bar he smiles at me. “Since you have a thing for cute bartenders, what’s your poison?"

I lean back against the plush couch. “My night just keeps getting better. I may have a new thing for bartenders after this trip. Margarita on the rocks, please.”

He grins playfully while picking up a bottle of liquor. “Tequila girl, huh? Does it make your clothes fall off?”

I laugh at his country music reference of “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” by Joe Nichols. “Don’t let me get low, and maybe you’ll find out.”

He sits back down, handing me my chilled drink.

Taking a sip, I sigh. “I’m impressed. This is a damn good margarita.”

He scoots closer, closing the distance between us. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve. So tell me a little about yourself, Raelyn.”

I try not to be fazed from the closeness of his body as I focus on what he said.

I look down to the margarita sweating in my hand. “Hmm, where to start? I’m from a beach town. A twenty-three year old physical therapist, blessed with the best parents. You already met Rylie tonight. She is my younger sister, and only sibling. I get my love of margaritas from my mom. I consider myself a realist. You know, just trying to find myself in this big ole world. Your turn.”

He leans back against the couch, relaxing. “I'm twenty-four, so only a year up on you. I started playing the guitar and singing as a child. I fell in love with music and being able to tell a story through my lyrics. I don’t have any siblings. My dad passed away when I was younger; he was the one who got me into music, actually. Bought me my first guitar and my mom always encouraged me to chase my dreams.”

Sadness fills me. “I’m sorry.” I can’t imagine losing one of my parents.

“Thank you.” He nods his head. “So, what about your ‘drama’?

I don’t miss the fact that he’s changing the subject, but I understand.

“You’re not letting that go, huh?”

A gleam shines in his eyes. “Nope.”

I shrug. “Just a breakup, but I won’t bore you with ex-boyfriend details.”

He nods, taking a sip of his drink.

I stir my margarita with my straw. “What about you?”

“I don’t do relationships. Commitment isn’t my thing.”

There’s my reminder to not let my body sway my head.

“Hence the icy glares from the party. I may be overstepping, but is losing your father why you don’t want commitment?” I ask.

He’s quiet for a moment, looking off into the darkness. “I don’t want to love someone so much, and then worry there’s a chance they could be taken away. Maybe I’m just selfish.” He stands up. “I'm going to get us a refill.”

I watch him walk back to the bar, finishing the last of my margarita. I shouldn’t have pushed. Holt had a traumatic event happen in his past, but I hate that he holds commitment with such regard.

He comes back, sitting closer to me this time. The warmth of his body feels good. “I figured a round of tequila was due. Your specialty shot I’m assuming,” he says, as he hands me a chilled glass topped with salt and a lime.

My smile deepens. “You guessed right.”

He lifts his drink, shooting me a devilish grin. “Cheers to liquid courage and legs behind ears.”

I break out in a fit of laughter. “You’re a real smooth talker, you know that?”

I lick the salt off the rim and toss the liquor back, shaking my head slightly as I feel the burn, and then place the lime between my lips to suck.

Holt clears his throat.

My eyes fly up to meet his, and the same smoldering look in his eyes from the bathroom at the party is back.

“Raelyn, can I tell you a truth?” he asks with dark, hooded eyes.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Yes.”

He leans in, running a knuckle across my jawline. “I want you, but I can’t promise you anything more than this.”

My breath catches as my heart starts beating faster. “What do you want?"

“I want you in my bed all night. I want to feel every inch of you, taste you, and watch you come apart in my arms,” he whispers.

I have to clench my thighs because my imagination is running wild. I can already feel the dampness. Can I do this? A one night stand with a beautiful man? Yes. If this is all he’s offering, I’m taking it.

“Baby, if you keep clenching your thighs like that, you’re not going to leave this couch,” he says with a husky tone.

Looking up at him, I make up my mind. “Okay, for one night. I’m yours.”

Instantly, he gets up and pulls me along. “I’m not going to make it to my house. I want you, now. This is a hotel, after all; I’ll get us a room.”

It seems like only moments later, I watch him slide the key to our room. The door swings open, and immediately, his hands are on me. His mouth eagerly meets mine. Mint and tequila, my new favorite taste. He skillfully takes my dress off as he pushes me against the wall. Don’t think about how good he is at this , I tell myself. My skin is on fire from his touch. Never breaking our kiss, he picks me up and lays me across the bed. I have never wanted a man’s touch so much.

I watch as he undresses. I was right, he works out for hours. Holy shit. Those abs and that V disappearing into his boxers are tantalizing. His nearly naked body reveals another new detail, a sleeve of tattoos. I tilt my head, trying to make out the designs in the dimly lit room, but then he pulls the final piece of clothing off and my mouth goes dry.

It is big, like really big. Just looking at him has me so turned on as he strokes himself. My eyes fly up to meet his as he watches me. “I’m not going to lie, I have fantasized about you like this all night,” he drawls.

I inhale sharply as he closes the distance between us. His eyes are dark with desire as he pushes me back onto the bed. His mouth claims mine, working fiercely like he can’t get enough. My body is humming from his touch as he reaches around and unclasps my bra. Then his mouth is on me making a trail from my neck to my nipple, sucking it in his mouth. Goosebumps scatter across my skin from the heat of his lips. I’m so aroused I may come from just his touch. His magical lips trail down my stomach as he starts working my panties off. Thank God, I wore the sexiest pair I own tonight.

He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as I think you will.”

Then his mouth is on me, the combination of sucking and licking more than I can handle. I never thought this could feel so good. “Oh God,” I moan, already feeling an orgasm build. My hands fist in his hair and I close my eyes as my head falls back. “Yes, don’t stop.”

He pulls away and I whimper at the loss of touch. “Not yet,” he says with a hooded look. He leans over and grabs a condom, ripping it open. He rolls the condom in place with his eyes locked on mine. “You do taste sweet, but the first time you come will be on my dick,” he says, as he slowly starts to slide into me.

All coherent thought leaves as I feel him stretching and filling me up.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, closing his eyes. “You’re so tight.”

My breathing is labored as he starts moving, working in and out. I move my body against his, finding a rhythm. “Yes, faster,” I moan. I’m overcome with desire, gripping his back and sinking my nails in.

He picks up the pace, slamming into me as I start to spiral. I close my eyes as fireworks go off. My body shudders beneath his, exploding with the biggest orgasm I have ever experienced.

“I’m fixing to come,” he grinds out, his jaw clenched. He pumps into me a few more times, then stills, his body tense as he groans.

We are both spent, breathing hard. Slowly, he pulls out and discards the condom. Pulling me to him, he kisses my neck. “Sex with you was better than I imagined, and it was pretty damn good in my head,” he whispers against my skin.

I smile against him, trying to catch my breath and steady my heart at the same time. “You aren’t so bad yourself, music man.”

His nose runs along my neck. “You may be my poison.” He pauses, then a smirk plays across his lips. “My pretty little poison.”

The feeling his look gives me should send off warning sirens in my head. Yet, here I am craving more.

He presses a kiss to my lips. “I hope you’re up for a few more rounds because if I only have one night with you, I’m going to need my fill.”

I smile against his lips. “Fill me up, big boy.”