14. Hux
14
HUX
My father once said the longest walk we’d ever take as men was the one down the aisle.
He lied.
Not that I’ve walked down the aisle—at least not as a groom—but there is no way that walk is longer or more torturous than the one back to our hotel from the spa. Not with this newfound knowledge of just how breathtaking Dolly McLain is when she comes.
It took every last millimeter of restraint I had not to take her right then and there. The only thing holding me back was it being our first time together. And that was not going to be some sneaky, semi-public quickie. Oh no. She deserves better than that.
Hell, she deserves better than me period.
But right now, I have her. And while I do, I’m going to show her exactly how she should be treated. Worshipped. I’m going to set the bar.
“You’re not walking fast enough,” I tell her, putting the palm of my hand on the small of her back and trying to scoot her along as we walk through the ornately decorated lobby.
“I’m sorry, are you in a rush?” she taunts, slowing down her already leisurely pace. Fuck me…
It’s bad enough we had to put clothes back on. The restraints of the fabric are not kind when all the blood in your body has rushed straight to your groin, much less then trying to walk. Especially not when accompanied by the view of an ass like Dolly’s in yoga pants.
A man can only be expected to handle so much.
“You were the one who said we should continue upstairs,” I remind her, giving her a gentle nudge.
She holds her ground, her impish smile taking root. That same one she’s been giving me for over twenty-five years, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on more. This woman has my number. Whether she knows it or not.
“You didn’t disagree.”
“Still don’t. I’m trying to get you upstairs.”
Pursing her lips to the side, she pretends to ponder. “Then maybe we need a snack. Refuel.”
That’s it. Game time is over. A snack… I don’t know what she’s playing at, but that’s not happening. This isn’t kindergarten.
Bending down, I scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder in a single, swift move, not giving her time to argue. Dolly lets out a squeal, followed by a giggle, a happy sound without a doubt, but one I’m sure turns every head in the lobby. I give absolutely zero fucks about how much attention we’re drawing though. I’m on a mission.
“Not unless it’s something I’m licking off your very naked body,” I tell her as I climb the stairs, holding her tight so she can’t wiggle loose.
“Put me down, Hux! I can walk!”
“Not on your life, darlin’. All your mouthin’ off has earned you a one-way ticket.”
“If you think that’s mouthin’ off…” she mutters as I continue the climb.
I know it’s not. I know what she’s like when she really gets mouthy and cusses people out. But I’m also really enjoying this playful vibe we’ve got going and am going to lean into it. Hard.
Opening the door to our room, I march in, letting it slam shut behind us, the heavy sound still reverberating through the air as I deposit Dolly on the bed. The mattress moves underneath her weight, making her boobs bounce, and once again, I’m on the edge. Ready to devour her. But she’s still wearing clothes.
I need to slow down. Need to dial it back.
This isn’t some quick fuck. Some wild, one-night stand. Not some random hookup from a bar that I can treat however the fuck I want because I’ll never see her again.
No, this is Dolly. The most perfect woman to ever grace my life. And she deserves to be treated as such.
I step in closer, bending over to place one hand on either side of her, and lower myself to her. My lips find hers, like magnet to metal. The soft, gentle taste of her kiss greets me, settling in my bones, welcoming me home. Like this is where I belong. Where I have always belonged.
We stay like this for I don’t know how long. Exploring each other with our mouths, hands grasping to hold on long enough to deepen the kiss when needed. I pull back only long enough to pull her tee over her head, then it’s right back to her lips.
“Hux…” she whispers, her voice breathy and full of fire.
“Doll…” I answer back, trying to mimic her tone, unclasping her bra.
Running my hand up her side, my palm hugging her curves like a sports car along the California coast, I let it sink in that we’re here. That we’re doing this. That I get to be the one touching her. The orgasm she had earlier was by my hand. Damn, that’s a good feeling.
I want to do it again.
So I need to get her out of these pants.
Dolly shifts, pulling me in closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her kiss goes from hot and needy to absolutely wanton, sending my already on-edge self into overdrive. I grab her ass, lifting her off the bed, kissing her even harder. Trying to remind myself to behave—to remember my manners— as lust rushes through my veins at a furious pace.
My cock rages against my jeans, screaming to be let out. I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been. Dolly wiggles against my crotch as we continue to make out, dry humping me, like we’re a pair of teenagers. There’s so much I want to do to her. To make her feel.
I really need her out of these pants.
Lowering her to the ground, I make sure she’s on her feet, then sink down to my haunches. I look up at her, taking in her gorgeous figure, her bright blue eyes currently hooded in lust, as I loop my thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, shimmying them down over her hips. Dolly steps out of them, kicking the pants off to the side, and I’m once again greeted with the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Dolly McLain naked.
Fuck me…
If I thought this was glorious before, in the dim light of the massage room, she’s even more magnificent now. Each one of those curves begging to licked and kissed. Body like a back road indeed. One I want to explore and get lost in.
Dolly licks her lips, shifting her weight and parking her hands on her hips. The move makes her tits jut forward and my mouth water. I’m just not sure if it wants to go back there, or straight between her legs. Either way, it needs to be on her.
All I know is, she’s making me feral.
“Don’t hold back, Hux,” she says, her voice rough and still breathy.
I inhale sharply, trying to contain myself. Flexing my hands, I redirect my energy, but it’s no use. Not as long as my dick is still this hard and aching for her touch.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do.”
“You think you do.”
Stepping in to me, she slips her hands under the hem of my shirt, guiding it up over my head. Her touch is hot against my skin, making me shiver. It’s a strange reaction, but one I can’t hold back, her hold over me too strong.
She places her palm directly over my heart, pausing for a moment, letting the beat bang against it.
“Then show me.”
That’s all it takes. Something inside me snaps, the live wire that’s been sparking since she dropped her robe hours ago finally coming to life.
I yank her into me, grabbing her ass and kissing her hard. Harder than I have before. So hard that a gasp escapes as she grabs hold of me, trying to keep up. I lift her up again, walking her over to the wall, pinning her against it, then thrusting into her. She moans, fingers digging into my skin, so I do it again. And again.
“Is this what you want, Dolly?” I growl into her ear. “For me to throw you up against this wall and reassure you that I love you because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you?” I thrust into her again, digesting her whimper and nipping at her earlobe. “Because trust me, I can. And I will.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Know this, gorgeous, just because I treat you well and I’m a gentleman out there, doesn’t mean I won’t ruin your bedspread.”
“Please, Hux,” she begs, grinding against me. My dick surges, and I groan, nipping at her again as payback. “Fuck me like you mean it. Like I need. Like no one ever has.”
Your wish is my command…
I spin us around, tossing her back on the bed like a rag doll. This time I don’t waste a single second admiring her body. I can do that later. The lady asked to be fucked.
But first, there’s something else she needs.
Starting at her clavicle, I kiss my way down her body. Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses, leaving my mark along her skin. That way there is no question I was here.
“Tell me, gorgeous,” I say, spreading her legs, kissing up the inside of her thighs. Dolly shivers, instinctively trying to close them and silently answering my unasked question. “When was the last time someone gave this pretty pussy the attention it deserves?”
She swallows, again trying to wiggle out of my grasp. I place a single kiss at the top of her pussy and she mewls, eyelids fluttering closed.
“H-H-Hux…” she stutters.
“Mmmm?”
I lick from entrance to clit, avoiding the bundle of nerves I know will send her flying, enjoying her taste. Sweet, tangy, and incredibly intoxicating. Just like her.
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” I continue. Swiping at her again, earning myself a full-on moan, I wonder who I’m really teasing here—her or me. Because as on edge as I have her, I’m right there too. So ready to dive in and drive her wild. “But don’t worry, baby. Because this pussy is mine now.”
“Huuuux…”
“Use your words.”
“Please. Pretty please…”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Slipping my forearms under her thighs, I yank her into me, leaving no room, and dive in. My tongue meets her pussy and Dolly cries out, the magical sound music to my ears. I lick, nibble, suck, and devour her, using every trick I have, the escalation of her cries fueling me. The sting of pleasure courses through my scalp as Dolly reaches down, tugging on my hair, pushing me into her, letting me know that I’m hitting all the right spots.
My dick twitches, still fighting to get in on the action, and I know it’s time. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back without risking injury to myself, and frankly, I need her. Need to know what she feels like wrapped around me.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I focus in on her clit, circling it with my tongue.
“Fuck!” Dolly screams, her body lurching forward.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I up the ante, tapping the little spot I found in her earlier, the one that sent her tumbling, not letting up on her clit. More curses and tugging on my hair ensue as her body shakes and convulses, two strong thighs squeezing my head.
I step back, giving her a brief second to catch her breath, taking in the view of her flushed body coming down from her orgasm. The only problem with making her come with my head buried in her pussy is that I don’t get quite the same view.
Shedding my pants and skivvies as fast as I can, my dick thankful to finally be free of its confines, I reach into my wallet, grabbing the condom I keep in there, and sheath myself. Dolly is still punch-drunk from her climax, just the way I want her, so I grab her waist, pulling her up and kissing her.
“Fuck, are you stunning when you come,” I tell her as I kiss down her neck.
“You’re really good at that.”
“Thank you.”
She snorts softly, shaking her head. “You would be proud of that.”
“Was it meant as an insult?” I quip.
“I do believe you said you were going to fuck me like you hate me…”
Like I could ever do anything like I hate you…
“You mean like this?”
I whip her around, bending her over so that her ass is in the air, her pretty pussy peeking through her open legs. My rock-hard cock strains again, and there’s no holding back. I need to be inside her. Now.
I line myself up with her entrance, smacking her ass, and then with one hard thrust, I’m inside her.
Oh, holy…fuuuuck…
Electricity shoots straight up my spine, her tight pussy contracting against me instantly. I pause, taking a moment to get myself under control, or this is going to end much sooner than anticipated. Because this…this is like nothing else. Better than I could have ever imagined. An indescribable feeling of being exactly where you’re supposed to be.
Where I was meant to be.
Regaining my senses, I draw out slowly, enjoying the agony. The tease. Then I do it again. And again. Repeating the same movements, the quick, followed by the slow and torturous, feeling what it does to her as well as me.
But I need more.
Picking up the pace, I let go. I grab ahold of her hips and fuck her hard, finding a rhythm that has us both panting and screaming. Still, it’s not enough. Because fucking her like this is just that. Fucking. And I can’t just fuck Dolly.
Nope.
That isn’t the more I need.
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit. Her whimper, paired with the squeeze of her pussy around my cock, tells me I’m on to something, so I shift us. Wrapping an arm around her, I draw her into me, so her back is flush with my front, not letting up on my thrusts, my finger still working her clit.
“You like that, baby,” I growl into her ear. “You like how my cock fills your pussy?”
“You have no idea…just don’t stop…”
“No plans to, baby.” I graze my teeth along the skin where her neck and shoulder meet, the sweet taste of her skin hitting my tongue. “But what if I do this…”
My hand slides to her breast, fingers finding her nipple, taut with desire. Rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, I bite down on the sweet spot on her neck. And that’s all it takes.
“Hux!”
Dolly’s scream starts as my name, morphing into something indecipherable as her climax takes over, filling the room and echoing off the walls. Her whole body goes stiff in my arms, pussy like a bear trap on my cock, triggering my own orgasm. It hits me like a tidal wave, straight out of nowhere, the wall of pleasure blinding me for a second as I hold on to her even tighter.
Because this is everything I could ever want. The most amazing feeling in the entire world, while holding the most amazing woman in the world. It might be a one-time thing, but it will easily be the best experience of my life. I don’t even have to think to know that nothing will ever compare to this. To her.
A long moment later, Dolly collapses backward into me, her limp body completely spent. I gather her in my arms and get us into the bed. I should probably go grab a washcloth or run the bath to clean us up, but right now the only thing I want is to hold her in my arms. To drag out this moment as long as I can. To keep her right here, connected to me.
“If that’s you acting like you hate me, what would it be like if you actually liked me?” she asks with a giggle, snuggled up against me, head resting against my bare chest.
I chuckle, pulling her impossibly closer and placing a chaste kiss to the top of her head. “There maybe wasn’t quite as much hate in there as I threatened.”
“Whatever it was, I liked it.”
Me too…
“And we should do it again.”
I look down at her, waiting on her to continue, but she doesn’t. She simply looks up at me, her sparkling blue eyes reflecting back something new. Something I can’t quite name.
And I’m here for it.