Chapter 5
Five
Astrid
He muttered a curse.
Was that a good curse or a bad curse?
"If you want to, that is," I added because I was still me, even with the mask and anonymity.
His answer was to sweep me up in his arms—good lord, this man was strong. I yelped and threw my arms around his neck as he carried me bridal style farther into the room and down a dark hallway.
After he kicked open a door, he strode into the room and tossed me onto the bed. Tossed me! Like literally manhandled me.
I wanted to squeal and kick my feet. Being manhandled was my dream. This man was my dream.
He stood there by the edge of the bed, his body slowly taking shape while my eyes adjusted, only a tiny bit of light coming in from a window.
"Take the dress off," he said.
Oh, okay. We were really doing this.
I did my best to wiggle out of it gracefully, glad of how dark it was in this room, for a multitude of reasons.
He didn't turn away. In fact, if I wasn't mistaken, he stared at me quite openly while I went up to my knees and removed the dress completely, not sure where to put it.
I started to move, thinking I'd lay it across a chair, but he stretched out a hand, indicating that I should hand it over. So I did.
With his back to me, I reached for my shoes, but he suddenly turned, empty-handed now, and pinned me with his eyes.
"Leave the heels on," he said.
Oh, a little bit kinky. I liked it. "Okay," I answered, folding my legs to the side and trying my best to look sexy. "What... what about you?"
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and undid his tie, in that distinctly masculine way, rough and a little bit impatient. And then he made short work of his belt and pants—oh, that sound and what it did to me.
Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt, yanking it off as well, my eyes drinking in the sight in front of me. Not for the first time tonight, I realized how damn lucky I'd been to end up with this particular man.
The shadows contoured his muscles, broad shoulders that were made to be held onto, strong arms and well-defined abs, plus that deep, mouth-watering V that disappeared into his boxers. And that bulge. That bulge.
Oh, my God.
He was big. Very big.
Swallowing hard, I stared at him, waiting for him to reveal that glorious cock. I just knew it'd be the most perfect cock I'd ever seen. It had to be.
He started to edge down his boxers, drool probably escaping down my chin. But he stopped himself.
"Lay back, baby," he said instead.
Hitting me with that baby. Whenever he called me that, I'd do whatever he said. So I did as he asked and tried to fall back as seductively as I could and not just plop down. As amazing as this was, at the same time, it was also exhausting as heck trying to be a goddess in bed.
Mystery man grabbed a pillow, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I'd totally misjudged the situation and now he was going to smother me? Good freaking lord.
But instead he kept the pillow near my lower half and said, "Lift your hips."
Excuse me? An article I'd read some time ago popped into my head. Oh, right. Something about deeper penetration if I recalled correctly?
Holding back my squeal of excitement about not only not getting smothered, but also—hello—deeper penetration, I gladly lifted my hips, and Phantom/Mystery Man slid the pillow under my ass.
"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured, crawling over me and caging me in with those muscular arms.
He covered me in kisses, up my arm, along my collarbone, then straight to my mouth, a soft, slow kiss full of sensuality and controlled heat.
This was my chance to finally feel him. Tentatively, I placed my hands on his bulging biceps, running them up and down, soaking in every inch of him.
The kiss grew deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth, my hands ramping up their exploration, going to his shoulders, all along his back, everywhere I could reach. His skin was so smooth, so warm and firm, his strength palpable as he held himself above me.
I couldn't get enough of him.
The weight of his lower half pushed into me, and I spread my legs around him, more than ready for him to fuck me. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, he let it go, then kissed me with an urgency that took my breath away.
"Baby," he whispered. "I want you so much."
Those words filled up my chest to the brim, this experience more than I could have ever hoped for.
"I want you too."
Was that my voice? So breathy?
Whatever it was, it seemed to encourage him, and he kissed me hard one last time before pulling back.
Please be getting a condom. Please be getting a condom.
Sure enough, he grabbed his pants from the floor, the fabric rustling as he pulled something out. A moment later, he was removing his boxers, and I sat up on my elbows to watch the show. And hot damn, what a show it was!
His stiff cock sprung free, and my God, the size of him took my breath away. I'd give anything for more light so I could truly see and admire every inch of that divine dick.
"All for you," he said, grabbing himself.
He jerked his cock a few times while I stared. As much as I wanted him inside me, I'd die a happy woman if I could watch him do this all night. And day. And the next night. And so on and so on.
Taking his place back on the bed, he spread my legs apart and slid in between, this time kneeling on his knees.
One hand gripped my thigh while the other went back to the base of his cock, which he guided up and down the length of my pussy, his pre-cum mixing with my wetness, the two of us making a slick, delicious mess.
The head of his cock hit my clit, and I gasped at how good it felt. God, I'd missed this so much. Miss wasn't even the right word since I'd never really had it like this before. But being deprived of it, that loss was soul deep.
And this man was somehow filling that hole. Literally. Well, almost.
"Just the tip. Just for a second," I begged.
He groaned. "You're killing me."
"Please."
His hand on my thigh tightened, almost to the point of pain, the sensation doing nothing to diminish my lust, only driving it even higher.
And then he was there... the head of his cock at my opening.
"Oh, wow," I said on a moan. It couldn't hurt to be bare just for a minute, right?
Pushing my hips forward, just the tip of him entered me, and he made a noise deep in his throat. "I've always worn a condom," he said in a strangled voice. "And... and I should now too."
"Just one little thrust. Just one."
He groaned again and plunged into me. "Fuck," he said in a strangled voice before going still.
I thought I might die from how incredible he felt—full, very full, but amazing. And the look on his face? Priceless. Eyes closed, jaw tight, his expression awash with his pleasure.
So I'd gone into this night only thinking about myself, but the fact that he was enjoying it too... it made my heart glow.
"I—I need to stop," he said.
Pulling out, he made a quick motion, a tearing sound filling the air before he moved back into position. Grabbing my hips, he was at my entrance again, this time sheathed.
Still on his knees, he impaled me once more, going in completely, every last inch of him. For a split second, I tensed, not sure if I could indeed handle how big he was.
"Is that okay?" he asked. "Too much?"
Something about his question relaxed me, maybe the fact that he cared, even though we'd just met. The bar was so ridiculously low that a simple question about my comfort far surpassed all other men I'd been with.
I lifted my hips. "More."
His smile... oh, wow. I could easily fall hard for that smile. Especially while he was inside me.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move, inching himself out before driving into me again. With him still kneeling, a big pillow under my ass, the angle was deep. He kept going, repeating the motion, and I realized this position was hitting me in all the right spots.
This man clearly knew what he was doing.
His fingers dug into my hips. "You take my cock so well, baby."
Oh, God.
"Touch yourself."
Touch myself? Was he kidding? I'd never done that before, and it felt so... so unnatural. I was used to deflecting attention away from me, not drawing it toward myself.
"Touch those beautiful tits," he said. "Then your pretty little clit."
Holy shit.
When he said it like that, with not an ounce of judgment, only praise, it flipped a switch inside my head, one that'd been there for so long, it'd created a groove in the wiring of my brain.
What did I have to lose? I'd never see this man again.
Slowly, I reached for my breasts, cupping them as he stared at me, tracking every single movement I made with his intense eyes. I rubbed a thumb along my hardened nipple, his gaze darkening at the sight.
It made me feel powerful, sensual, like a siren.
Repeating the motion, he continued his slow and steady pace, and I got the sense he was drawing this experience out, trying to make it last for some reason. The thought went to my head, bolstering my confidence.
I put a finger in my mouth, sucking it and wetting it before dropping it back to my nipple. That earned me a growly noise deep in his throat and a sloppy thrust, Mr. Perfect In Bed losing a bit of control.
Biting back a smile, I did it again with my other breast before I had a crazy idea. A beyond crazy idea.
Could I actually do it?
No, I couldn't. Never.
His thrusts began to increase, a little more of that control slipping, and I thought to myself, fuck it. Like I'd told myself before, I'd never see this man again, and he had no idea who I was. Tonight was a night to let go and try new things.
Pushing my breast up with one hand, I leaned my head forward, finding the nerve to do something I'd always been curious about. I flicked my nipple with my own tongue.
Mystery man went still. "Fuck me," he groaned.
Was that a good fuck me or a bad fuck me? I paused, wondering.
He drove into me, hard and fast, one of his hands leaving my hip to land on my clit.
"Do it again," he demanded, his voice raspy.