15. A date with the devil.
Chapter 15
A date with the devil.
Amelia
C hristian spared no expense on our weekend getaway. He booked us a suite in a fancy hotel with beautiful views of the Olentangy River. It’s not too far from downtown Columbus and within walking distance to nightlife like I’ve never seen before.
Being from a small town, I’ve never experienced hotels, clubs, and restaurants like this. I’ve traveled and taken vacations with my family and friends, but this is new to me.
We checked into the hotel late this afternoon, then wandered around the shops for a bit before we headed back to get ready for dinner. Now we’re at a fine dining steakhouse that has me confused over which fork I’m supposed to use. I ended up just grabbing one and hoping no one was paying attention.
I want to argue with Christian that this is all too much, but I can’t deny I’m enjoying this. If I complain, he may never do something like this again.
“Do you want dessert?” Christian asks. He pushes his plate to the side and takes a sip of his beer.
I sit back and rub my hand over my stomach. “I don’t think I can eat another bite. That steak was huge.”
He smiles, and it makes me want to reach across the table and cup his cheek. I like it when he smiles. “We can get something to go. Eat it later?”
“You have that complimentary bottle of champagne to drink. We can pick something to eat with that.”
“Or we can pick something that I can eat off of you.” His eyes roam down my body and back again. “I really love that dress.”
I look down and smile. After he told me we’d be going somewhere fancy, I went shopping for a new dress. I was going to get something a little more conservative, but Nova and Hadley insisted on this one.
It’s a little black dress with long sleeves and a deep plunge neckline. It barely covers my chest and makes it impossible to wear a bra. This might be the last time I’m able to wear something like this. My boobs may never be this perky again after I have a baby.
“I’m glad you like it. I love seeing you dressed up as well.” I take a moment to peruse his body. He’s wearing a black dress shirt with light gray pinstripes. The sleeves are rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. He’s still in jeans, but they’re black, giving the illusion that they could be dress pants. Regardless, he looks hot.
When I look back up at him, the heat in his eyes makes me wish we were already back in the room.
“It makes me want to bend you over that enormous bed we’ve got and do really dirty things to you.”
I wiggle in my seat and lean forward. The action causes my breasts to squeeze together, showing off even more of my cleavage. His eyes widen and his nostrils flare. “Will the champagne and dessert be involved?”
“Whatever you want, angel.”
I reach across the table and lightly run my finger over his hand. “Seeing as I can’t drink the champagne, you’re going to have to drink that all by yourself.”
He snatches my hand, pushing one of my fingers out. Then he lifts it to his mouth and wraps his lips around it. He sucks on it and my insides light up like a raging bonfire. He releases my finger with a pop and then sits back in his chair as if he’s completely unbothered by what he just did.
I fan myself off with my hands and take a drink of my water. “I think I need a walk to cool off.”
This makes him laugh, and I swear to god that turns me on even more. A laughing Christian is a beautiful thing.
I grab the dessert menu that our server left for us just in case we decided we wanted something. “Chocolate or fruity?” I ask.
“Lady’s choice.” He picks up his beer and takes a drink. I can’t take my eyes off his throat as his Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow.
“Dessert, miss?” the server asks.
I jump at the sound of his voice and drop the dessert menu on the floor. I was so distracted watching Christian that I didn’t see him walk up.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I lean down to pick up the menu, but the server beats me to it.
“I’ve got this for you.” He gives me a gentle smile as he hands it back to me. “Anything catch your eye?”
“Um, yes.” I open the menu and look at the list again. To be honest, I hadn’t really looked at it yet. Between how full I am from dinner and the way Christian distracts me, I can’t seem to focus on the menu.
I give it a quick glance. “How about the salted caramel cheesecake? That sounds good.”
“An excellent choice. It’s one of our best sellers.” He takes the menu and turns to Christian. “Anything for you, sir?”
Christian shakes his head. “Can you box that up for us and bring our check with it?”
“Certainly.” He smiles. “I’ll have it out for you in a few minutes.”
The server scurries off and I push to my feet. “I need to use the restroom. Be back in a few.”
As I pass the table, Christian grabs my arm and pulls me close to him. He looks up at me with so much want and need burning in his deep brown eyes. I lift my hand and lightly run my fingers over his short beard.
“Thank you for tonight,” I say before I press a kiss to his lips.
“You’re welcome.” His voice is raspy, almost like it hurts for him to get the words out. He clears his throat and nods his head toward the back of the restroom. “Go on.”
I narrow my eyes and study his expression. “You alright?”
He nods. “Just feeling lucky to have you.”
I press my hand to his cheek and smile. “You’ll always have me.”
I turn to leave, and he gives me a light smack on my ass. He lets out a low growl. “Are you not wearing any panties?”
“There’s my Christian.” I chuckle.
“Well?” he demands.
“You’ll have to figure that one out on your own.” I wink and continue to the bathroom.
I don’t look around to see if he’s watching me. I don’t need to because I can feel his intense gaze on me. I place one foot in front of the other, adding an extra sway to my hips just to tease him.
He loves it when I tease him. And I love what it makes him do to me.
After stepping inside the bathroom, I lean against the door and sigh. I really like this version of Christian. Attentive. Generous. Almost sweet.
I love his possessive, growly side too, but this is a delightful treat. I could get used to being spoiled with dates like this. It makes me sad that we’ve missed out on this for so long.
Hopefully, we’ll get to do more of this now that our relationship is out in the open.
I quickly relieve myself and wash up. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror, run my fingers through my hair, and adjust my dress. It wouldn’t take much to completely expose my breasts with this deep plunge. Or my ass. This dress is also much shorter than anything I’ve ever worn before. It doesn’t even make it halfway down to my hips.
I run my hands over my stomach. It’s still flat, but it won’t be long before there will be a little bump. This baby may not have been planned and may have turned two lives completely upside down, but it was created out of love.
This baby will be loved. And I find myself more and more excited about meeting this little one with each passing day.
After taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I head for the door. When I open it, I gasp at the surprise of seeing Christian leaning against the wall.
I press my hand to my chest and smile. “You scared me. I didn’t expect to see you standing there.”
“Already paid and got our dessert.” He holds up the to-go bag. “Turn around.”
He sets the bag down and holds up my shawl. I do as he asks so he can wrap it over my shoulders. The way he rests his hands on my upper arms and presses and a kiss to the side of my head is so gentle and loving. I swoon like a school girl.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I look back at him and smile. He gives me the smallest smile in return before he points toward the exit, letting me go first.
When we step outside, I turn toward our hotel, but he slips his hand into mine and tugs me in the opposite direction.
I frown. “But our hotel is this way.”
“I know.” He tugs my hand a little harder. “But you said you wanted to go on a walk. There’s a path down by the river. We can loop around this way and take that back to the hotel.”
“Okay, that sounds nice.” And romantic . I squeeze his hand and wrap my shawl tighter around me. It’s a beautiful evening, but the breeze brings a cooler temperature.
We mostly walk in silence, occasionally stopping to look out over the river. In those moments, he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. He holds me like I’m the sole reason he lives. He even rests his hand on my stomach several times as if he’s protecting our baby.
Christian may not be a perfect man, but I love him just the way he is. We have a mountain of obstacles to overcome before we can make this relationship work, but it’s work I’m willing to do.
His actions tell me he’s willing to do it too. If he keeps this up, we just might have a chance at a happy life together.
We walk, hand-in-hand, the silence between us buzzing with unspoken feelings. It’s romantic and everything I’ve always wanted from him.
I’m swooning.
We’re back at the hotel, his grip on my hand still firm, possessive almost. He guides me towards the elevator, his touch a comforting anchor. As the elevator doors slide open, he pulls me close, my back pressed against his solid warmth.
He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, the intimacy of the gesture making my breath catch. Then, his arms circle around me, a cage of longing, and his lips brush against my neck. A shiver, raw and electric, courses through me. My body ignites, every nerve ending screaming for more.
I hardly recognize this man. But I want more of this version of him. So much more.
“Christian,” I whisper, and let my head fall back on his shoulder.
“I know, baby.” He continues kissing my neck as he slips his hand underneath my shawl and pushes my dress to the side. My breast pops free and he squeezes it hard before he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.
I gasp at the tinge of pain, but it quickly fades to pleasure.
“You like it when I do that.” It’s not a question. He does it again, and my clit aches with need. I clench my thighs together to give myself some relief, but it doesn’t work. The only things capable of quenching my thirst are his hands, mouth, or hard cock which is currently poking me in the back.
“More,” I moan.
He bites down on my shoulder and pinches my nipple again, dragging a moan of pleasure and anticipation from my lips. The elevator dings announcing its arrival, and it snaps me out of my lust field daze. I’m distracted by his touch, his lips, and I’d forgotten where we are.
Glancing around, I’m relieved when I discover no one is watching us. Christian chuckles and he slowly walks us into the waiting elevator.
“Don’t worry, little lamb.” He pushes the button for our floor and walks me toward the back wall. After setting our dessert next to my feet, he flips me around and cages me in. “No one was watching.”
With one hand pressed against the elevator wall above my head, he lifts the other to my shawl. Pulling it aside, he reveals my disheveled dress and exposed breast.
He lowers his mouth and wraps his lips around the nipple. His teeth nip at it, causing me to buck forward. The need building inside me is intense. He hasn’t even touched me where I want it most, but I can feel an orgasm building.
As if he can sense just how much more I need, he attacks my breast with his mouth and slides his hand between my legs. A deep, guttural growl escapes him when he confirms that I am not wearing panties.
“You are such a good little lamb,” he says as he shoves a finger inside me and swirls his thumb over my clit at the same time he bites down on my breast. I cry out at the pleasure that consumes me.
He’s rough and thorough in his assault and it has me falling apart in a matter of seconds.
“Christian!” I cry out as I fist my hands into his hair. Lifting my leg, I push my hips into his hand, desperate to feel more of him. My body trembles and I struggle to remain upright as wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me.
The elevator dings and the door slides open, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to pump his finger inside me as he lifts me into his arms. He’s the picture of strength and determination. I don’t know how he does it, but he never stops pleasuring me and still picks up our dessert and hands it to me. “Hang on, baby.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He continues playing with my pussy as he carries me to our room. He slides a second finger inside with ease and pumps a few times before he adds a third.
“You are so wet. You came too fast.” He grumbles as he digs the room key from his pocket.
I chuckle and lift my head to look him in the eyes. I press a kiss to his lips before I say, “I guess you’re just going to have to make me come again.”
He growls. “With pleasure, little lamb.”
He pushes the door open and slams it behind us. I groan when he removes his fingers from me and slides me to my feet.
“Go wait by the bed with your back to me.” He commands and takes the cheesecake from me.
I smile and nod, but I make a quick detour to my suitcase before I obey. I grab a small bag from the inside pocket and toss on the bed.
“What’s that?” He steps up next to me and picks up the bag. I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t look at him. I keep my head down, facing the bed just like he asked.
“Toys,” I say.
He opens the bag and pulls out a tube of lube, a thrusting vibrator, and a clit stimulator.
Stepping closer to me, he leans down and bites my earlobe. “You know what this means?”
“Yes.” I breathe.
“Tell me.” He demands. I can hear the need in his voice. I know what he wants and tonight I plan on giving it to him.
“Dual penetration.” My heart rate increases at the thought of him using this on me while fucking me. It’s been a fantasy of mine and I’m finally ready to let him do it.
“Just to be clear, this is fucking your pussy.” He holds up the vibrator. “And I’m fucking your ass.”
“Yes, sir.” My legs tremble at the sound of his voice. He’s so commanding and yet needy. He wants this just as much as I do.
“Stay,” he says before he tosses the vibrator back on the bed and disappears from my peripheral vision.
I close my eyes and wait for him. He won’t leave me waiting long.
A crinkling sound fills my ears, followed by the pop of the cork from the bottle of champagne. I didn’t think he’d drink it. He’s a beer and whiskey man. But I’m glad he’s not letting it go to waste.
Silence surrounds me and anticipation builds. He’s not making a sound and as far as I can tell, he’s still across the room. I strain to listen, but I hear nothing outside the beating of my own heart.
“Take off your dress.” His voice is low and husky when he finally speaks. “Slowly.”
I swallow back a moan and do my best to remain silent because I know that’s what he wants. It’s part of the fantasy for him. I lift a hand and slide the dress down one arm and then the other. Once my arms are free, it easily slips past my hips and falls in a puddle around my feet.
“So fucking pretty,” he says. “Leave the heels on and get on your back. Legs spread wide.”
The commanding tone of his voice has the ache between my legs throbbing. I move slowly. First resting my hands on the mattress and crawling to the center of the bed. Once I’m centered on all fours, I wiggle my ass in the air. A growl resonates from the corner of the room where he’s standing.
Slowly, I turn to my side and flip over until I’m resting on my hands. Then I spread my legs wide, just like he asked of me.
His eyes linger on my face for a moment before they shift to my pussy. Even from here, I can see how they darken with desire.
“I said on your back.” He orders.
I try not to smile as I lean back. As soon as my back hits the bed, I hear his footsteps. He rounds the bed and unbuckles his belts. “Hands over your head.”
I do as he says. He rips his belt free from his pants and loops them around my wrists. With a hard tug, my hands are bound tightly above my head. He leans down and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gathers my hair in his hands and pulls it up, so it too is above my head.
“My angelic offering,” he growls. “So ready to be fucked.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He walks around the bed and stares at me for a moment before he grabs my hips and pulls me forward. He adjusts me so my ass is right at the edge and my feet are pushed more to the side. This position forces my legs further apart.
I feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt. Every inch of my body is on display.
“That’s better,” he says. Then he picks up the bottle of champagne from the side table next to the bed.
Leaning forward, he drizzles it over my chest, covering both nipples in the cold, bubbly. I gasp at the sensation. But my gasps quickly turn into moans when he puts his mouth on me and sucks and bites at my hardened nipples. He gives each one equal attention as he thoroughly licks up all the champagne.
He stands back up and sets the bottle down. “Fuck, baby. You’re so good.”
I meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes only further increases my desire for him. “Do with me what you want.”
“Oh, I will.” His voice sounds threatening, but in the best way possible. It doesn’t scare me but rather it turns me on. It’s hard to explain how he sometimes sounds. To others, it might sound like he’s ready to hurt me. But to me? I know the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced is about to come.
He quickly strips out of his clothes and stands before me, completely naked. His cock is hard and bobs against his stomach. If my hands were free, I’d squeeze him before wrapping my lips around him and sucking him deep into my mouth. He loves it when I give him head, but he rarely lets me. He’s more concerned about my pleasure than his own.
He grabs the champagne bottle again before dropping to his knees. My stomach instantly tightens in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.
He takes a swig from the bottle and then closes his mouth over my pussy. It’s a mixed sensation of warmth and cold as he swishes the champagne around my clit with his tongue. But it’s what he does next that makes me squirm.
He licks down my center and pushes his tongue deep inside me. Then he tips the bottle up and pours it between my legs. It runs over my clit and into his mouth.
“Oh, my god.” I cry.
He does it again. This time licking up and sucking on my clit after he swallows. With each pour, I get closer and closer to another release. He licks and sucks and drinks champagne from my pussy until my release explodes from me. Then he fucks me with his tongue until I’m begging him to stop.
But he doesn’t give me more than a few seconds of relief before he comes at me again. This time with the vibrator that I brought. He pushes it deep inside me before he turns it on. When it comes to life, I moan so loudly the entire floor probably hears.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” He asks. “I know you don’t want me to stop. ’Cause I’m not done with you, little lamb.”
He pushes to his feet and grabs the bottle of lube that I brought. Then he squeezes a drop on his finger. “I still have one more hole to fuck. And you’re going to come again when I do.”
“Oh god!” I moan when his finger presses against the puckered hole of my ass. He spreads the lube around before he pushes it in, slow and easy. The pressure of his finger in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy is intense. My entire body tingles with a sensation I’ve never experienced before.
He moves his finger in and out several times, adding more lube as necessary until my ass has taken his entire finger. Once I’ve adjusted to his finger, he gently pushes a second one in.
A faint whimper escapes me.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Keep going.”
He doesn’t stop until he’s easily gotten two fingers deep inside me. “I think you’re ready for my cock.”
“Yes!”
He pumps his fingers in me a few more times before he slowly pulls them out. Grabbing the wipes I also had in the bag, he cleans his fingers before he coats his cock with the lube.
With one hand holding the vibrator in place, he lines his cock up with my rear hole. He’s thicker than two fingers, and I gasp as he pushes into me. My ass tightens in response and refuses to let him in.
“Breathe, baby. We’ve done this before.”
I nod and squeeze my eyes closed. This only hurts for a brief second, and once his tip is fully inside me, the pain turns to pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, I relax and he slides further inside me. “That’s it. Take me, little lamb.”
He pulls out and pushes deeper until he’s completely buried inside me. I thought I felt full with his fingers and the vibrator. That’s nothing compared to how this feels.
“Holy fuck!” He cries out.
At first, he moves slowly, giving me time to get used to him. But that doesn’t last long. He increases the speed of the thrusts on the vibrator and presses it deeper inside my pussy. That alone is almost enough to push me over the edge yet again.
When his thrusts turn savage, I’m done. I don’t even recognize the sounds that come from my lips. With each cry, he fucks me harder and harder until his cries match mine.
He fucks me with a brutality unlike anything before. It’s raw and real and everything I love about this man.
When he comes, he comes hard. He slams as far inside me as he can, holding the vibrator in place with his body. My orgasm is never ending. I’m not sure if it’s one long orgasm or several spiraling into the next, over and over again, until I can hardly breathe.
By the time he catches his breath and pulls out of me, my body is completely spent. I fall limp, unable to hold my legs up a second longer.
He spreads my legs apart and pulls the vibrator out and tosses it on the floor. Then he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
“Wait here,” he says before he climbs off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. A moment later, I hear the water running for a bath. When he returns, he carefully picks me up and cradles me in his arms. I don’t have the energy to even wrap my arms around him. I fall against his chest. “I’ve got you, angel.”
He carefully sets me into the hot water and slides in behind me. Once he’s situated, he pulls me against his chest and grabs a washcloth. He meticulously cleans every inch of my body, taking great care to be gentle.
Every swipe of his hand and touch of his fingers expresses his feelings for me. The way he’s taking care of me after the intense round of sex we just had fills me with a level of emotions that causes tears to well up in my eyes.
I fight it though.
The last thing I want to do is cry. Christian will never understand what the tears mean and might take it the wrong way. I don’t want him to think he hurt me because he didn’t. He gave me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.
I’m overcome with the urge to tell him how I feel. So I snuggle my face close to his neck and whisper, “I love you.”
“Hmmm.” He squeezes me closer and kisses the top of head.
He doesn’t repeat the words, but he doesn’t have to. This feeling is everything. His actions scream that he loves me too. One day, he’ll be able to tell me how he feels. Until then, I’m going to revel in the way he takes care of me.
This is something I never want to lose.