Chapter 6 #2
“Okay, I hate you. These were my special undies.” Oh, my God.
When he pulled my clit into his mouth, I was no longer certain I could stand.
Soon, I wouldn’t be able to feel my legs any longer.
He sucked on my tender bud for a few seconds, long enough I was whimpering while clawing the skin on his arms.
“Good. There’s nothing better than makeup sex.” Using his teeth, he ripped a chunk of the thong away, spitting it out so he could create a larger hole. My God, the man was insatiable. When he thrust his thick fingers into my pussy, I could no longer breathe.
I grabbed a handful of his hair, my body rocking as he pumped his fingers inside.
There was something about the protective feel of having a man’s powerful arms wrapped around you.
And in this case with having a man’s fingers buried deep in my cunt while tormenting my clit.
Just when I was ready to break my promise of not begging him, he slipped his fingers under the lace of my panties.
With one sharp cracking sound, he ripped them free of my body.
Now I was standing entirely naked in front of a man who, up until the plane flight to Arizona, I’d only seen in newspaper articles. If I’d known I’d be allowing the very same man to feast on my pussy, maybe I would have worn matching underwear.
My bad.
This was all so intoxicating, making me forget what I was doing here in the first place.
No, this was something I’d considered madness when hearing stories of others doing the same thing.
He was a complete stranger and this was… wrong.
But so right.
As he gripped my thighs, I ran my fingers through his hair. So thick in its obsidian darkness. He was a beautiful creature through and through and with his face buried in my wetness, I couldn’t avoid the dreamy state falling over me.
My subdued moans mixed with his more savage growls, a reminder that not all men were created equal. Maybe I was drunk on the combination of the man, his scent, and the two drinks. Or maybe I’d tossed my common sense out the window along with my inhibitions.
He plunged his tongue alongside his fingers, moving at a perfect rhythm. I was rocking against him, every inch of my body quivering. He was as perfect at eating pussy as he was with keeping an opposing team from scoring. I knew which attribute was my favorite.
Still with bleary eyes, I was close to humming as he brought me closer to a sweeping orgasm before pulling away.
His mouth and tongue became dangerous weapons, tormenting me to the point I was shaking all over. When I dropped my head, I sensed he was watching my every move, using my reaction to learn how to drive me insane.
The moment was a wild rollercoaster as an orgasm finally swept through me. He didn’t stop, driving his tongue and fingers in as deep as allowed. Everything about the moment was exciting, including the guttural sounds he made.
Beck held me fast, refusing to let me go even though I was already drained, more sensitive than I could remember ever being. The effect was incredible, goosebumps popping along every inch of skin.
The way he took his time, pressing kisses along the inside of one thigh then the other kept me in a sweet level of euphoria. I lolled my head, enjoying the moment while trying to control my breathing.
Very slowly he stood, moving away from me.
I’d noticed earlier because I would have been blind not to that he was the kind of man who should wear jeans.
Tight, faded blue jeans. The kind that had seen better days, knees worn to the point that with any wash, holes would finally appear.
I could easily envision the frayed edges hugging his kneecaps when he bent down, maybe starting a fire or working on building a deck.
He was that kind of rugged, all male in every way. And the way his butt filled out the seat was incredible. I’d heard the expression why God had made man. In my mind, it was why Levi Strauss had invented jeans.
For a rocking hot male with a killer body.
My mouth was already watering by the time he unzipped them, peeling away the two sides. Of course, he was tormenting me, taking his time in finishing undressing.
But I was fine with that. I had nowhere to go early in the morning. I could indulge in wanton sin all night long if I wanted.
With his shoes kicked off, he finally pushed the material down his sculpted legs. Had I missed how thick, long, and hard his cock was? Forget mouth-watering. I was close to drooling, which wasn’t a good look on a professional.
He never blinked, every action taken as if in no hurry while removing his jeans and tossing them aside. I’d been privy to his silky black Jockey boxers underneath, but only for a few seconds. When he was totally devoid of clothing, I treated his exposure exactly the way he did mine.
With taking a full two minutes to fuel the bad girl hidden under my boring conservative clothes.
The best way of doing that was drinking in every inch of his sexy body.
I’ll be damned if he didn’t strike a pose, pretending to be a weightlifter instead of a formidable hockey player.
Either one was a tasty morsel on the menu.
My change in demeanor could only be attributed to the self-imposed dry spell. I’d done so both out of protection for both my career and my mind. Choosing to end it in the desert atmosphere with him was the perfect choice.
When I’d had my fill, I involuntarily pressed my fingers against my lips. “Wow.” The word came out before I could stop myself.
“You’ve seen me before,” he said in full amusement.
“Honestly, I trained myself not to pay any attention to a player’s state of dress. Too taxing on my job and my nerves.”
He moved closer, his steps now reminding me of a predator. “A true professional.”
“Absolutely.”
“Then I guess I need to deflower you in the worst way.”
“And how do you propose to do that?”
As he gathered me into his arms, there was a moment of feeling as if I belonged. How strange was that? Maybe because he was so huge I felt even more protected. Oh, who was I kidding? No man picked me up in their arms. I was too tall, too curvy. Too something.
Or maybe they hadn’t been man enough to handle the task.
This hunk of a man did so with ease.
I expected him to place me on the bed or if he was in a playful mood, toss me into the center.
He walked right by, heading for the patio.
While a wall surrounded the beautiful space, the sky with all the bright stars, the bright moon was on full display.
A perfect location to stargaze, including with the telescope provided by the hotel.
But he had no interest in cozying up to the chiminea or enjoying the sound made by the waterfall feature. He had one thing in mind.
A nice, deep, cold plunge.
The plunge pool was a centerpiece of the hotel, a perfect addition to the suite. He didn’t hesitate or waste any time walking toward the set of stairs.
“What are you doing?” I pushed him, pressing my knees against him to try to break free.
“Relieving all that wild pony heat in you.”
“Wild pony?”
“The name suits your personality.” Beck had a huge grin on his face.
He took the first step into the water and I cringed, pummeling my fists against his chest. “Oh, no. The water will be freezing.”
“Can’t you see the steam rising?” He took another step then another. My bottom would soon hit the water’s edge. I peered over his shoulder, groaning as I did.
“You mean from you?”
Why was it that when he laughed, it was as if the entire world stopped for just a few seconds? Maybe I’d been watching too many romcoms, but he was the perfect alpha male. Brawn with heart, grumpy with moments of sunshine. And a whole lot of manhood in between.
“Now you’re getting the picture.” The last step he took was a doozy, his lunge and push off from the concrete tossing us both into the water. The huge splash plus the chilly water was a shock.
More so when he did the unthinkable.
He pulled us both underneath, barely allowing me to hold my breath before cutting off my air supply.
Even under the crystalline water, he wore a grin. He was having a blast tormenting me. While I struggled at first, only a few seconds into the great plunge I felt a sense of calm.
The whole world around us had disappeared. Sounds muted. Colors dulled to a perfect aquamarine blue. Hearts pounding as the excitement continued to build.
And a desire that was unlike anything I could experience with anyone else.
In short, the moment was completely freeing.
As soon as we emerged from the water, he slipped his hand underneath my hair, grabbing my neck and pulling my head down. The anticipation was killing me. Maybe both of us since his breathing was more labored than before. I darted my eyes back and forth, the hunger burning a hole deep within.
This time, I captured his mouth, holding our lips in place while beads of water slipped down my face. The combination of his overheated body and the cool air boosted the rush, leaving me feeling crazed inside.
His fingers dug into my skin while he held me in place and he captured every moan erupting from my throat. He was the one who thrust his tongue inside while slowly turning us in a full circle. As the water continued to splash over us, soothing every nerve, I could feel the steam rising.
All because of our intense connection.
He rubbed one hand down my back, cupping and squeezing my buttocks while the moment of passion continued.
I was already lightheaded while he dominated my tongue, even fighting him as if he’d ever allow me to take the lead.
The taste of him was as if cherries had popped into my mouth, tiny bottle rockets of flavor that I couldn’t seem to get enough of.
I could kiss him for hours, enjoying the time spent right here under the stars.
But the way his thick cock pressed into my stomach was a clear indication the romantic interlude wouldn’t last very long.