Chapter 2
Chapter Two
HAYDEN
What the hell was I doing?
You’re having fun, and hopefully getting an orgasm at the same time, the voice inside my head declared. I imagined her as the devil on one shoulder and waited for the angel that was supposed to be on the other to speak up, but apparently, she’d taken a vacation.
I could feel Micah right behind me, the heat of his big, strong body pressing against my back as I swiped my keycard over the scanner. He reached around me the instant the lock beeped and the light turned green, twisting the handle and throwing the door to my hotel room open.
Nerves fluttered in my belly like leaves caught in a harsh wind as he used his weight to guide me into the room and closed the door behind us.
At the sound of the lock clicking firmly into place I experienced a brief second of I’m not sure I can do this, but that fear faded as soon as he brushed my hair aside and started trailing his lips up and down my neck.
My nipples tightened and my breasts grew heavy.
My head fell back against his shoulder on a sigh while my lips parted to let out a low moan.
Every inch of my body felt like an exposed nerve as he snaked an arm around the front of me.
“Christ, you smell good,” he rumbled against my skin, sucking on the cord of my neck as he slipped his fingers into the loose neckline of my sweater and cupped my breast in his large hand. “Feel really fuckin’ good too.”
God, so did he. “Micah,” I said on a throaty whisper, twisting my neck so I could gain access to his lips.
He didn’t make me wait. He fused his mouth to mine as soon as it was within reach, kissing me like he’d been starved for it.
His tongue thrust in, stroking against mine as he spun me around and dug his fingers into my hair, gripping it and bending my head so he could get better access.
The kiss went from sizzling to downright electric in a blink. Lifting up on my toes, I fed deeper, tasting every inch of his mouth, getting off on the hoppy, tangy flavor left behind from the beer he’d been drinking.
I was so consumed with his taste, with the way he was running his hands over me like he couldn’t feel or explore enough, that I hadn’t realized he’d moved us until my back slammed into the wall.
For some strange reason, the impact made me burn even hotter. I moaned into his mouth and wound my arms around his neck, scratching my nails along his scalp as the kiss turned molten.
One of his arms came around me, his hand slipping down to palm my ass and give it a harsh squeeze that nearly bordered on painful. It was so strange, but instead of being turned off at the near-brutality of the touch, it sent fire blazing though my veins. I craved more.
My mouth disengaged from his and my head dropped back on a groan at the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh through my jeans.
“You like that?” he asked, before pulling the lobe of my ear between his teeth and nipping.
“God, yes,” I answered as my body shuddered.
“You like it a little rough, Red?”
I never had before, or at least I didn’t think I had. But for some reason, the thought of Micah being a little rough with me made my clit tingle.
“Yeah,” I sighed before going back in, drawing his bottom lip into my mouth and giving it a little bite.
I swallowed his growl hungrily as he fisted my hair tighter, forcing my head back. His tongue flicked across my pulse, and there was no holding back my needy whimper.
When he pulled away his pupils were blown, his eyes looked nearly black with desire. “Fuck me,” he rasped. “You wet for me, baby?”
Fighting his grip on my hair and growing wetter at the slight sting in my scalp, I leaned into him and dragged my tongue across the seam of his lips, feeling like a completely different woman as I replied in a husky whisper, “Why don’t you find out?”
He didn’t have to be told twice. His hand at my ass moved fast as lightning, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving past the waistband.
His fingers dove past my panties, pushing straight between my thighs to graze the most sensitive part of me.
He let out a long groan as I sucked in a gasp at the feel of him beginning to toy with me.
“Jesus, you’re soaked. So slick.” He hummed appreciatively. His middle finger found my clit and pressed down. “You need more?”
“Yes,” I hissed, circling my hips to get just that. More. “Please, Mi—” My words cut off on a sharp inhale when he drove two fingers deep inside me. “Oh, God,” I panted, rocking harder against his hand. “Yeah, Micah. Just like that.”
A cry of protest spilled past my lips when he pulled his hand away and took a step back, but before I could voice my displeasure, he reached behind his head and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal the slab of chiseled marble that made up his phenomenal chest and stomach.
“Holy shit,” I murmured on an exhale, all the air expelling from my lungs as I reached forward and dragged my nails down his sculpted pecs and defined abs. “You’re incredible.”
A low, rolling sound, like a combination of a purr and thunder, vibrated from his chest at my touch.
I was so lost in my exploration of his physique that I was taken by surprise when he reached for the hem of my sweater and whipped it over my head.
That sound came from him once again, and after brushing the hair from my eyes, I saw him staring at me like I was an ice cream cone on the hottest day ever recorded.
I was suddenly glad I’d thrown out all my old underwear after the divorce and went on a spree, buying all new frilly, sexy bras and panties.
As of that very moment, I considered it the best money I’d ever spent.
“Jesus, fuck,” he grated. “Your body’s a goddamn work of art.”
He was back on me in a heartbeat, popping the clasp on my bra and tossing it across the room.
He palmed my heavy breasts, thumbing my painfully stiff nipples before bending down so he could suck the aching peak into his mouth .
. . hard. The sting quickly gave way to pleasure that soaked my panties through.
It had never happened before, but if he kept going, there was a very good chance I could come just from this.
“God, Micah,” I panted, grabbing his hair and holding him close as he switched to the other breast. I rocked my hips against him, feeling the outline of his erection behind his jeans.
It was hard as steel, bigger than anything I’d felt before, and I wanted it more than I wanted donuts to contain no calories. “Need more.”
He shuffled me away from the wall toward the bed. A whoosh of air left my lungs when he pushed me back onto the mattress and made quick work of my boots and jeans, leaving me completely naked.
I had a fleeting moment of panic at the thought of this man, with his perfect body and flawless, masculine face, seeing my less than perfect body, but before self-doubt could begin eating away at me and ruin the moment, he rasped out a string of curses.
“Jesus,” he grunted, almost as if he was speaking to himself. “Goddamn perfection.”
What the what!
“Micah,” I gritted, the desperation to get off making my whole body so tight I thought I might shatter. “Clothes. Off.”
He shot me a smirk that was downright decadent in all its cockiness, making him so damn hot I had to clench my thighs in search of relief.
The clink of his belt being undone filled the room, making my breathing accelerate.
I pushed up on my elbows, my gaze riveted as he unzipped his fly and started pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his thick thighs.
Saliva pooled in my mouth the instant he revealed his long, thick, painfully hard cock.
I didn’t shy away from giving blowjobs, but they weren’t exactly my favorite thing. However, as I stared at Micah’s solid erection, I wanted my mouth on this man more than my next breath. It was pointed right at me, the purple head leaking with arousal.
Without thought, I sat up and reached for his straining length. Fisting the base, I bent my neck and licked the tip, his taste exploding on my tongue.
“Uhn!” he grunted, fisting my hair to stop me before I could suck him into my mouth. “Fuckin’ hell, Red. I’d love to have your mouth on me, but I’m already feeling crazy. Need to fuck you. Now,” he finished on a growl.
“Hurry,” I whimpered.
At my command, he bent at the waist, reaching into the pocket of his discarded jeans for his wallet. He pulled out a condom and tossed the leather billfold to the floor before ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it down his shaft.
“You want it rough?” he grated, stroking himself in a tight fist.
“Yes,” I breathed, licking my lips as I watched him jack himself. “God yes.”
He moved so fast the room blurred before my eyes, grabbing hold of my hips and flipping me to my stomach like I weighed next to nothing. Before I could catch my breath, he jerked me up to my knees and gave my ass a slap that made me yelp.
I shot up on my hands, looking back over my shoulder in shock as the burn on my skin slowly began to fade into something way better. Did I . . . like that?
As if reading me better than I could read myself, he did it again, striking me on my other cheek.
“Damn,” he sighed, almost reverently. “Your ass has been driving me crazy all night but seein’ it red with my handprints .
. .” he trailed off, letting out another rumbly purr.
“Gonna take everything I have not to come as soon as I feel you wrapped around me.”
His dirty talk was making me come out of my skin. “Micah, please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing my hips in a viselike grip, he lined himself up with my entrance and drove in to the hilt with one hard thrust. I cried out at the sensation of being stretched so full at the same time he grated out a string of curses.
“So tight,” he hissed, pulling out slowly and powering back inside. “Jesus, like a glove.”
It had been a really long time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not that I could form words just then—I was already dangerously close to falling over the edge. “Oh, yes,” I cried, throwing my hair back as he started fucking me at a relentless pace.
His hips slammed into my ass with every thrust, his cock rubbing a place inside of me that no man had ever found before.
Pressure began to build low in my belly as I started driving myself back into him in time with each snap of his powerful hips.
“Micah,” I groaned, digging my nails into the bedspread. “So good.”
“Fuck me. You’re wild.”
I was. I’d never felt so wild in all my life.
“More,” I demanded. “Harder.”
He gave me what I wanted by adding a slap to my ass after every plunge of his cock.
With each strike and thrust, I felt my walls begin to quiver and grip tighter.
“Fuck yeah. She likes that,” he said in an approving tone as I arched my spine, tipping my ass up so I could take him even deeper inside me. “Wild woman.”
“I’m close,” I said, my voice husky with lust.
“I know, baby.” He gritted. “Can feel you squeezing the life outta me. Need you to come.”
It was building so fast and so strong it overwhelmed all my senses. I couldn’t think or see anything outside of what my body was feeling. My impending release was growing so intense I almost feared it.
“Too much,” I whimpered as my elbows gave out, unable to hold me up for another second.
“I got you, Hayden,” he said, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. “Let go, wild woman.”
Before I could do as he commanded and let go, one of his hands released my hip and circled my waist. At the same time he pinched my clit he landed a smack on my ass so hard the sound cracked through the room, all while driving deep and grinding himself into me.
I went off like a rocket, screaming as I came so hard stars burst behind my eyelids. Every bit of air expelled from my lungs as my release dragged out so long I thought I might pass out.
Seconds later, Micah buried himself balls deep and let out an animalistic roar as he spent himself into the condom. Shivers wracked my body with each twitch of his cock as his climax slowly left him. Once it did, we both collapsed onto the mattress in a tangled, sweaty, panting pile of limbs.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, my throat hoarse from my orgasm.
“Fuck, that was . . .”
“Holy shit.”
Neither of us could find the words to properly describe what had just happened. Never in my life had I experienced sex like that. It was so good it shook me—literally and metaphorically.
Seeing as this was my first experience with a one-night stand, I didn’t really know what was supposed to happen next. I assumed that once we were done we were . . . well, done. The longer we lay there in silence, the more anxious I became.
Expecting him to get up soon and beat feet out of there, I started to scoot to the edge of the mattress so I could get up and get dressed.
I barely got an inch away when his arm banded around my waist and jerked me back against him. “Where’re you goin’?” he murmured against my ear, burying his face in my hair.
“I was going to get dressed.”
His arm around me tightened. “Nuh uh, Red. Clothes will just defeat the purpose. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Inconceivably, he was ready again in no time.
Hours later, with the room completely dark, I was roused from a deep sleep as he brushed my hair back from my forehead and leaned down to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Thanks for giving me a fuckin’ incredible night, Red.”
This was it. We were finally done and he was leaving .
. . and surprisingly enough, I was okay with that.
Actually, more than okay. The sex had been out of this world.
The chemistry and attraction was staggering to the point it had left me feeling somewhat unsettled.
I’d just gotten divorced after having my heart stomped on and my world ripped from beneath my feet.
The last thing I needed was a man I could easily become obsessed with.
And I had a feeling a man like Micah could easily become an obsession.
I let out a sleepy hum and burrowed deeper into my pillow, more exhausted that I could remember being in a long time. “Pleasure’s all mine, stud,” I muttered as my eyelids drifted back down. “And thanks back. That was incredible.”
With that said, I was asleep before the door closed behind him.