Prologue #4
Did it really matter? They were both consenting adults.
It had also been a long time since he’d been with anyone.
With the events of the last few months, trying to survive, being constantly aware and on alert, he didn’t even have time to think about sex.
If the urge came, he took care of himself.
Sleeping with someone left him too vulnerable, made him too relaxed and open.
A twinge of unease plucked at him. What if this was a bad idea?
“We’re good.”
She waved a keycard at him and flashed him a saucy smile before grabbing his hand. “Elevators are this way.”
Eli exhaled as he trotted behind her, their footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet. The elevator doors opened with a soft whoosh and as they stepped inside, their gazes met in the reflection of the mirrored walls. Under the soft lights, her eyes were like liquid pools.
She sent him a small smile, then spun around. “Just so you know … I don’t usually do this.”
“Doesn’t matter if you do or don’t.” She was here now, with him, and he could practically smell her desire. Taking a step inside, he crowded her against the wall. “I need to kiss you again.”
She sighed as their bodies touched, her arching into him as he bent his head. They had barely touched mouths when the soft ding interrupted them.
“We’re here,” she announced in a breathy tone.
Once again, he allowed her to lead him. She slipped her hand into his, much like she did that first night they met, and tugged him toward the bed. The hotel room was nice, he supposed, but he didn’t notice much, not when all he could focus on was her.
Turning around, she faced him. Her hands planted on his chest and slipped under his jacket, then began to slide it off. He helped her along, letting it drop to the floor, then he whipped his shirt off. Satisfaction curled in him as he watched her inspect his torso, her lashes lowering.
“Take off your dress.” The tone sounded harsh, coming directly from his throat.
Much too bossy and dominant. At first, he thought it would turn her off, or make her shy away.
Instead, her eyes flashed with lust and the smell of her arousal wafted to his nostrils.
Tucking her thumbs under the straps of her dress, she tugged them down, revealing the white lacy bra covering her full breasts.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, as he helped her pull the dress of completely. Of course she had matching barely-there white panties, the fabric on the front cupping her pussy invitingly. Her scent grew stronger, and unable to help himself, he got down on his knees.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out.
He couldn’t wait and he nuzzled at her, her wetness turning the panties practically translucent.
Pushing them to the side, he licked at her, tasting her lips.
Hands dug into his hair and she practically pushed his head against her.
Not that he needed to be told because he was thoroughly enjoying sucking and eating her sweet pussy lips.
The filthy sounds of his mouth on her, mixed with her enthusiastic cries, filled the room.
“Oh, God! I’m gonna …”
He tilted his head back and pushed her forward so she was nearly riding his mouth.
His tongue slid into her slick hole, fucking into her.
When he reached up to play with her swollen clit, she exploded in his mouth, flooding it with her slickness.
He let her ride out her orgasm, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
She was still coming down when he shot to his feet, swept her up and then deposited her on the bed.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his feet along with his boxers, then stepped out of them.
She was breathing hard, eyes glassy. Fuck, she was so beautiful and sexy.
He wanted those long legs wrapped around him.
However, he wanted to taste her nipples too.
Crawling over her, he trailed kisses up her stomach toward her breasts.
He tugged at her bra, pulling the cups down.
Her pink nipples were already puckered, and when he took one into his mouth, she let out a whimper of pleasure.
Encouraged, he sucked back harder, which only made her squirm underneath him.
He kissed and sucked at her nipples and breasts, and he would have done so for the rest of the evening, but his dick was now painfully hard. The friction of the sheets gave him some relief, but what he needed was to be inside her.
“Please.” She clawed at his shoulders, her hips rubbing up against him. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Thank fuck.
Grabbing her hips, he hauled her down so their bodies lined up, then pointed the tip of his cock at her slick, swollen pussy.
As he slammed into her, he caught her mouth again, swallowing her groan as he filled her.
Bracing himself on his elbows, he fucked into her.
Slow and steady at first, but her mewls, her fingers raking down his back, and her hips pumping up to meet his only encouraged him to go faster and deeper.
Can’t … come yet …
With a growl, he flipped her around on her knees, pulling out just for a moment before thrusting back inside.
The feral sound that ripped from her mouth was music to his ears.
He steadied her hips as he pumped into her, gradually picking up his pace.
His mind focused on her. Right now, inside her, there was nothing else, no rules, no expectations. In this moment, it was only them.
He pressed deeper into her, her hips meeting his every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure right down to the base of his spine.
Leaning forward, he reached for a fistful of her silvery hair, and pulled her upright, her back against his chest. He wrapped the locks of hair around his fingers, twisting her head around so she could look at him.
Her pupils grew wide, nearly blocking out the violet in her eyes.
Normally, he wouldn’t have been so rough with someone he didn’t know, but she obviously enjoyed it, as evidenced by how her pussy walls compressed around his cock.
“Yes,” she gasped. “More.”