Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
FLETCHER
Nothing has ever felt better than this. Nothing has ever looked better than Christine on her hands and knees for me. I repeatedly have to pause and look up at the ceiling to keep it together.
This is purely a one-night thing ?
I’m going to fuck those words right out of her mouth.
And the sounds she makes as I grip her hips and thrust into her with a punishing kind of force?
Addicting. Intoxicating.
I tried easing off at first, worried it was too rough, and she immediately gasped, “Harder.”
This girl is going to kill me.
I grab her hair at the roots and pull her head up from the pillow. She gasps and braces her hands beneath her.
She moans, and I lean down until my lips brush her ear. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look taking my dick like this? How fucking wet you are for me?”
I shove her head down to the pillow before she can respond, and she whimpers and wiggles her hips. I release her hair in favor of strumming her clit and am rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and her pussy clenching so fucking tight around me that I have to pause.
“More,” she breathes. “ More. ”
I grip her hips, angling them farther up, and sink as deep into her as I can. I give her ass a tentative slap, testing how hard she likes it. She wiggles her hips again like an invitation. I do the other side—once, twice, until her perfect skin turns a pretty red for me—and she moans.
She’s so goddamn responsive, so clear about what she likes. Seeing her come once, feeling it around my fingers, hearing the small, desperate sounds she made, it wasn’t anywhere close to enough.
I brace my arms on either side of her face as I lean over her, driving in with a deep, slow pace. Her hands scramble for purchase along the mattress, and I take them both in mine, intertwining our fingers and pinning them to the pillow.
“You feel so good, Chris,” I rasp. “So fucking good.”
She turns her head, those ocean-blue eyes locking with mine, and it makes my stomach flip. The heat is still there, the lust, but there’s a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. I lean closer until my nose brushes hers. I kiss her cheek, her jaw, before landing on her mouth. Our breath mingles together as I pick up the pace, just slightly.
I can tell she’s close by the shaking in her legs, the way her breaths are growing ragged and fast. I don’t pull back, keeping our faces less than an inch away, and tighten my hands around hers.
She squeezes back.
It starts with a small choked sound in the back of her throat, and then she’s unraveling, her pussy clenching so tightly around me I hiss out a breath through my teeth. She buries her face in the pillow as she comes.
I give her a moment to catch her breath, but only a moment.
When I flip her onto her back, she lets out a gasping laugh.
“You need to tap out?”
She shakes her head, already reaching for me as I lean over her and brace my hands on either side of her face. She starts with my chest, slowly winding her fingers across my skin lower, lower.
My breath hitches as she closes her fist around my dick. She bites her lip as she slowly—fucking agonizingly slowly—strokes her hand up and down.
I let out a breathless laugh. I knew she gave up control a little too easily earlier. “You’ve been humoring me.”
Her smile widens, and she twists her hand in a way that would make me fall to my knees if I wasn’t already there.
“You planning on torturing me all night?” I force out through my teeth.
“Maybe I have some questions of my own.”
I groan as she tightens her grip and quickens her pace. She has no fucking idea how close she has me. Or maybe she does. I have a feeling she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Ask me,” I grit out.
She pushes herself up until our lips brush. “Do you need me to submit to you for you to get off?” she whispers.
“No.”
She hums, her hand slowing to her original pace. “But you like it.”
“Yes.”
She hums again. “And if you could have me any way you wanted to right now, how would that be?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Before she can respond, I grab her hips and pull her farther down the bed. She gasps in surprise as she lands, and I prop one of her legs on my shoulder. Her head rolls back with a moan as I repeatedly glide my dick along her pussy and over her clit.
We groan at the same time as I push inside until she takes every last inch of me. She grabs on to my arms as I slowly pull all the way out, then thrust in with as much force as I can muster.
I don’t think either of us will last long this way, but I tangle one of my fists in her hair and lean close until we share the same breath, forcing her eyes to stay on mine. She stares right back, even as her breaths turn to pants, to whimpers.
Feeling her come again shoves me over the edge too, but I keep giving her everything I have until I physically can’t go anymore.
I slump onto her but catch myself before letting her feel the full extent of my weight. My heart is pounding— sprinting —in my chest, and I roll onto my side. She’s still breathless and trembling as I wrap my arms around her, and I can’t help but notice how perfectly she fits against me.
The silence falls comfortably around us, and I trace my fingers along the back of her hand. After a moment, she sighs, leans back, and unleashes those eyes on me. No matter how much she does it, I find myself catching my breath every time.
“So…” She bites her lip and smiles. “How long until you can do that again?”
I throw my head back with a laugh. Letting me take over tonight was definitely her humoring me. But I like a girl who keeps me on my toes.
Might have to run down and see if that shop in the lobby has more condoms then. Hell, this place looks fancy enough to deliver them to the room if you call.
Cradling the back of her head with my hand, I kiss her, slow and deep. A low hum escapes my throat as her lips part for me and her tongue sweeps into my mouth.
“Do you need more?” I murmur against her lips. “I’m more than happy to get back to work.”
She nips playfully at my bottom lip and pulls back with a smirk and a shake of her head. “That was really…”
I raise my eyebrows as she trails off. Mind-blowing? Awful? Underwhelming? Too many directions that sentence could go.
“I just hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she finishes.
I can’t help the unintelligible noise that gets caught in the back of my throat. She’s worried I didn’t enjoy myself?
I laugh and cup her cheek, hoping she can see how much I mean it in my eyes. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
She pushes me onto my back, throws a leg over my hips, and climbs on top of me. I immediately regret not insisting on this position tonight. Good God.
There aren’t words to describe her. Perfect feels too mundane, too overused. She’s exquisite in a striking, demanding way. The kind of woman who inspires myths about creatures so beautiful they could lure men to their deaths with just one glance.
I run my hands up and down her legs, and her skin is so goddamn soft. She traces my chest with her fingertips, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows like she’s thinking hard about something.
And it hits me how much I don’t want to leave yet. Not now. Not in an hour. Not in the middle of the night once she falls asleep.
“Chris?”
Her eyes flick up to mine.
I squeeze her thighs. “You said this was a one-night thing. That means the whole night, right?”
She hums like she’s considering it.
I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close until our faces are an inch away.
She narrows her eyes, and a slow smile tugs at her lips. “Okay. You can have the whole night.”