Chapter 8
SAMANTHA
“We can’t,” I said and pushed away from him.
My lips were tingling, and my knees were weak. The man could kiss. I imagined it was the result of a lot of practice. If he kissed that well, what else could he do well? Like I had to wonder. I had a feeling all those things he was bragging about were very real.
“Got one,” he said.
“What?”
“A cab,” he said with a cocky smile. He knew what he’d done. He’d knocked the wind out of me with that kiss.
“Oh. Yes. Okay.”
I climbed into the backseat. He was clearly amused.
I tried not to look at him. He was larger than life and sucked up all the oxygen in the car.
Thankfully, the hotel wasn’t far. Like it would have mattered.
He had me. He knew he had me. The moment I let him cut in on the dance floor, it was over.
I was only a mere mortal. I was weak. His kiss was more than I could handle.
We climbed out of the cab and I checked in. I noticed he didn’t. Did that mean he already had his key? “Third floor,” I said.
He nodded and took my hand. We stepped into the elevator without saying a word.
I didn’t know what came next. This was not my area of expertise.
I had a feeling it was his. I told myself I was going to throw caution to the wind.
One night of pure debauchery wouldn’t ruin me.
I could go right back to the straight and narrow tomorrow. I deserved some fun.
“I’m down here,” I said.
Once again, he simply nodded. My heart was pounding as I slid my key in the cardlock. I could feel his breath on my neck. He was standing close. The light turned green. This was it. This was the moment I could say goodnight and go to bed by myself. All I had to do was step through the door—alone.
I pushed it open and stepped inside. I turned to look at him. To my surprise, he stayed on the threshold. Maybe he wasn’t quite so bad after all.
His eyes were locked on mine. I could see the question he was asking. My answer surprised even me. I grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him inside.
He was on me in a flash. His mouth slammed against mine as he pushed me against the wall. The door closed and I gave in to the feelings rolling through my body.
He was jerking at my shirt and had it up and over my head quickly. His hands grabbed my breasts, holding and pulling before jerking his mouth away from mine and kissing my nipple through the thin satin of my bra.
“More,” I demanded. “Hard.”
He growled and promptly obliged. It was too much. I grabbed his face and pulled his mouth back to mine. His tongue was ferocious. I reached for his shirt. I needed the man naked. He pulled his mouth away from mine just long enough to pull off the shirt. I slapped his hard chest.
My hands massaged the defined pectoral muscles before sliding to his biceps. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off in a flash. His mouth was back on mine with his hands massaging my breasts once again.
My hands ran over his shoulders and down his back.
I felt the telltale sign of scars. I didn’t say anything and kept my hands moving down to his tight ass.
He was making me crazy. I had never felt so untethered.
My hands moved around to the front of his jeans and frantically fumbled with the button and zipper.
“Slow down,” he whispered.
“I can’t. I don’t want to.”
“Alright.” He chuckled. “If that’s the way you want it.”
“I do,” I gasped. “I do.”
There was a frantic nature to my movements I had never experienced before. It was all-consuming. I had only one thing on my mind. I managed to tear open his jeans and didn’t hesitate to shove my hand down his pants.
“Fuck,” he hissed the moment my hand wrapped around his shaft.
I felt pure power and strength and I held it in my hand.
I gave him a good squeeze and pulled him toward me.
His hand slid up to the back of my neck and held my head with his mouth pummeling mine.
The frantic feeling between us made me worry there could actually be sparks. The chemistry was off the charts.
He flicked open my pants with practiced ease. Just like I’d done, his hand thrust down my pants. He cupped between my legs and heat flooded my body.
“You’re wet,” he said with what sounded an awful lot like a laugh.
I pulled at his short hair with one hand. “You going to do something about it or just tease me?”
“I’m going to tease you,” he growled.
He slid one finger over my slit before pushing it inside me.
My head went back, hitting the wall, and his mouth followed.
His finger moved inside me, driving me crazy.
I pushed his jeans down, freeing the erection that had been restrained.
My hand wrapped around him once again. I squeezed again, listening to the sounds that escaped his mouth.
He pulled away in a flash. I was left panting with my body pressed against the wall. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered as he kicked off his shoes.
That was not an order I was going to refuse.
I kicked off my own shoes and shimmied out of my pants.
I noticed he’d stripped off his boxers. He wasn’t playing.
I pulled off my panties and stood before him in my birthday suit.
Old Samantha would be trying to hide under the blankets.
I wasn’t old Samantha in this hotel room.
I was all about having some serious fun. And pleasure.
He didn’t give me a second to rethink my decision.
We were all in. He stepped toward me. His hard, lean body pushed against mine and pinned me against the wall.
My heart was going to pound right out of my chest. He slid his arms around me and pulled me into them.
His mouth came over mine and he began to move me away from the wall.
I felt the bed behind my legs and the next minute I was lying on it with his body between my legs.
Before I could even think about what was happening, he lifted my leg and opened me to him. His thick cock pushed inside a moment later. He let out a long groan as he pushed inside me. Despite his girth, my body welcomed him completely.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “I knew it was going to be good, but damn.”
I wrapped my arms around him, once again feeling the smooth raised skin on his back. I pulled him close and closed my eyes. My body was singing. He thrust hard, showing off his strength. My hands went to his shoulders and held on.
“Don’t stop,” I demanded.
“As if I could,” he growled.
He pushed his upper body off me. His biceps bulged as he stared down at me.
I took a photograph in my mind. This was a moment I was going to keep with me for the rest of my days.
The vein on the side of his neck was pulsating in time with what was happening deep inside me.
I didn’t have time to catalog the tattoos I saw on his chest and upper biceps.
There was some writing on the underside of his arm.
I couldn’t even imagine how painful that tattoo must have been.
It looked to be a name or a tribute. My focus was distracted by the pleasure coursing through my body.
“Oh God,” I moaned. Something he did triggered a series of thrilling shocks through my body.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” His voice was raspy and sounded like he was in pain. “I can’t last like this. This is too good. You’re squeezing me. You can’t do that. I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I cried out.
I wanted to scrape my nails down his back, but I didn’t want to draw attention to the scars. That would kill the vibe. Instead, I gripped his upper arms and dug in my nails. I thrust my hips up to take him deeper. A strangled sound escaped his throat. I felt the same way.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He uttered each word on a grunt with his body pounding into mine. The bed hit the wall over and over. I didn’t care who heard. The ecstasy flowing through me was too good. It was the only thing that mattered in the moment.
“Don’t stop!” I cried out. A spiraling sensation wrapped around me in such a tight grip I could hardly breathe.
He threw his head back and pounded into me.
Sounds were bouncing around the room. I couldn’t identify where they were all coming from.
I knew some were my own, but they were noises I had never made before.
There was a moment of nothingness. An explosion went off in my brain and everything was white heat.
It was when he dropped his weight on me that I snapped out of the white-out I’d been caught in.
He kissed the side of my face and then buried his face in my neck.
The weight of his body pushed me into the bed.
I rested my hand against the small of his back and my other one on the back of his head.
His hair was cut short, except on the top where it was just long enough for me to run my fingers through it.
He rolled off me and threw his arm out. With the deed done, reality started to set in. I couldn’t blame what happened on the alcohol. Yes, I’d had a few, but by the time we were standing in front of my room door, I was completely sober. I knew exactly what I wanted. I got it. Now what?
He got up and walked into the bathroom. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to rationalize it. It was impossible to think straight. My body was tingling from head to toe. I told myself to move. Cover myself. I couldn’t find the energy. I felt boneless.
He came out of the bathroom with a smirk on his face. To my surprise, he pulled back the blanket. “You’re going to freeze that cute little ass off,” he said.
He was staying. I should probably tell him he had to leave. But that would be rude. I got up while he pushed the blanket down. I quickly got under the blanket and lay perfectly straight. He grabbed me and pulled me against him.
“Don’t act like I wasn’t just inside you,” he said. “You can touch me.”
I laughed softly and relaxed a little. The urge to talk was strong, but I knew enough about these kinds of situations to know better. We didn’t need to whisper sweet nothings or pretend this was anything more than what it was—a good lay.