Chapter Three Randall
“Pocket,” I state, loving how her hair tickles my nose while I walk down the hallway.
She runs a hand over my collarbone and then down my sternum before fishing for the room’s key card in my breast pocket. After Elise unlocks the door, I manage to push the lever and swing the door wide.
Elise grazes my jaw line with her lips. “You are so cute.”
I stop abruptly. “Did you call me cute?”
“And a gentleman.”
“A cute gentleman.” I’ve been called a lot of things, but never that. Not sure if I can keep up the label, though; not with what I have in mind for tonight.
I lift her higher and position her legs around my waist before pushing her back against a wall. She’s fully pinned by my stiff cock. With my free hands, I cradle her face. Elise gasps and her eyes light up.
My thumb follows the delicate bow of her upper lip. I circle her mouth, mesmerized by how she’s opening for me. The thought of my cock tracing that same path before shoving in makes me wild with lust. As if she can read my mind, Elise traps my thumb in her hot, wet mouth. She swirls her tongue and sucks till her cheeks hollow.
“What I want to do to this mouth is not cute or gentlemanly.”
She playfully grazes her teeth on my thumb before I pull it out. Her lids lower, making her seem as dazed as I feel.
“Do it,” she whispers breathily.
We kiss frantically. Elise is pulling my shirt and tugging my hair. Our mouths seek and caress like there’s no tomorrow. I suck her tongue, and she scrapes the back of my neck in her effort to pull me closer. Potent and wet and desperate, this kiss isn’t a seduction. It feels like a dare, and I am here for it.
Walking her deeper into the room, I stop at the foot of the bed. Her body is pliant when I slide her down so she can stand on her own.
“Arms up.”
She follows my order and whips the orange shirt off, revealing a simple white cotton bra.
I’ve been a sexually active man for a while. I’m familiar with the usual push up version, bras of lace and satin. What she is wearing is the farthest thing from lingerie.
It’s an honest-to-goodness bra like I saw on girls when I was in high school. I don’t know why that’s such a turn on, but fuck is it ever. Her breasts quiver when I trace over the silken skin of its modest mound.
“Probably don’t even need to unbutton these jeans to get them off, do I?” I state the obvious.
She steps back and tugs at the rolled top. Sure enough, the jeans pool at her feet to reveal matching white cotton panties with a tiny pink bow at the center. Jesus.
“Your turn,” she says.
I flick one button at a time, staring at her as she follows my movement. I tear off my shirt, so I’m bare except for the pants with a tightened groin area. She licks her lips then bites down, as if she’s restraining herself.
“Don’t hold back now, Elise. Take my cock out like I know you want to,” I say.
She unbuckles my belt, her hand trembling slightly.
Silver moonlight trickles in. There’s a dreamy quality to the sight of this gorgeous woman unzipping my pants. The rounded tip of my cock juts past the waistline of my tight boxers. Elise pulls down the last of my clothing so I’m completely naked, my thickness pointing at the ceiling.
“Stroke it.”
She wraps both hands around to fully encompass my shaft and squeezes while pumping and twisting.
“Fuck, if that’s what you call stroking, I can’t wait to get you under me.” After enjoying a few more pumps, I clutch her wrist.
“Enough. Get on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.” The way she says it is so freaking innocent yet dirty, I’m dying to hear it again.
Elise hooks her thumbs on each side of her hips, planning to pull her underwear down. I stop her with a languid shake of my head.
“Keep those on. I’m taking them off with my teeth.”
Her lips tilt up in a sweet smile. Elise crawls over the bed.
“Say ‘yes, sir,’” I order because I want to hear it again. I want to hear it all fucking night.
Elise, still on all fours, looks over her shoulder and says “yes, sir,” in a voice even more sultry than before.
I’m about to shut the curtains when Elise lifts her hand to stall me. “Don’t close them. I like seeing you.”
We can be seen by anyone across the street.
“You like being watched, Elise? Does that turn you on?”
“No one is watching,” she says.
“But they might.”
“They might,” she repeats with a mischievous grin.
The windows’ drapes are fully open, so the city lights cast a glow over everything. Light reflects in her eyes, and it’s a little hard to breathe. She’s so damn stunning, hair splayed on a pillow and eyes blazing.
“I like seeing you, too,” I say while positioning myself between her legs. Lowering myself slowly, I press my cock against her wet, cotton underwear.
Caging her in, I’m fascinated by how perfectly we fit. We kiss, a little more tenderly this time, although the heat is relentless. She tastes like honey and smells of flowers. I can’t get enough.
Elise’s legs wrap around my lower back, positioning her soaked cleft against my cock. The only barrier is this white piece of cotton that I could probably tear with one push of my hips. She’s so wet I can feel her arousal from my tip to my balls.
Reaching around, I remove her bra to expose round, palm-sized breasts. I devour her like I haven’t eaten in days, relishing the hard candy of her nipples and the supple give of a breast when I fit all of it in my mouth. Flowers and honey and silk crowd my senses as I suck and lick and nibble.
She’s chanting, “Please, Randall. Please, please.”
I trail my tongue on smooth, feverish skin. Lower and lower, till I’m looking at that delicate pink bow on her underwear. I put it between my puckered lips and pull. When I release it, the waistband snaps against her skin. “Please what?”
“Please, sir, will you eat me out till I come?”
A loud cackle busts out of me at her unexpected request. It is exactly what I plan to do but hearing her say it in that innocent-girl voice is the best kind of filthy talk.
“You have a very naughty pussy, Elise, soaking and ruining your innocent girlie panties. You’re not innocent at all, are you?”
I lick on top of the fabric and close my eyes at the sensual hint of her arousal against my tongue. I groan in frustration, because now that I’ve had a taste, I want it all.
Why the hell did I let this cloth get in the way of my first full lick of her pussy?
My hands move before my brain catches up. I yank the underwear off, forgetting my plans for a slower, more seductive undressing. Asking me to slow down after I’ve tasted her is like asking a man to be satisfied with a nibble when he’s offered a lavish feast.
Besides, why shouldn’t I grant her request when she asked so damn nicely?
Please, sir, will you eat me out till I come? Fuck, yes, with goddamn pleasure.
I bury my face between her thighs and feast.