Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Liam
As soon as we get into the elevator to go up to my floor, I put my hands on her hips and gently push her to the wall. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” I probably sound desperate, but I am, so I don’t give a fuck.
“Me too. I can’t wait to see what’s under this coat.” She grabs the lapel of my jacket and tugs.
I bend down and kiss her, slow and deep.
The elevator doors open, and she breaks the kiss and looks to the exit. “This is us?”
I look at the room numbers on the elevator sign and nod. “Yep, this is us.”
She doesn’t wait for me. She just walks out and then stops and spins around to face me. “What’s your room number?”
“Twelve fifty-five.” I point to the left. “This way.”
She starts to walk down the hall toward my room, but I swoop in behind her and pick her up and carry her the rest of the way in my arms.
“What are you doing?” She laughs.
“I can’t wait. I want you in my room as soon as possible.” I move quickly down the hallway.
She leans in and starts kissing and sucking on my neck, making me groan.
When I get to my door, I set her on the ground, and I pull out my key card and tap it. Once it clicks, I push it open and hold the door for her to enter.
As soon as the door closes, I’m on her. I step up behind her and move her hair to the side, dropping kisses on her neck up to the soft spot behind her ear while we walk toward the bed. “You smell so good. Like fresh roses.”
She turns in my arms when we get to the bed. She pulls off her gloves one by one as I start to unbutton my coat. I lay it on one of the chairs at the foot of the bed and take her gloves from her hand and set them with my coat. I reach for the buttons on her coat, and we lock eyes.
Her smile is wicked when she reaches for my suit jacket. I’m unbuttoning her coat while she unbuttons my jacket and pushes it off my shoulders. When I get to her bottom button, she wiggles her arms free and drops her coat on the floor.
She kept her coat on, even in the restaurant, and now I know why. The top of her outfit is sleeveless and hugs her tits just right, then curves down her body, the pants flaring just below her calves. I never knew pants could be so sexy. And it’s all red. Like the color of her lipstick.
I make quick work of my shirt and tie, and then I kick off my shoes.
She takes a seat in one of the chairs to remove her shoes, but I kneel in front of her. “Let me.”
“Okay,” she says, leaning back in the seat.
Fuck me, even her feet are perfect. I remove both of her heels, then lift one of her legs and kiss her ankle. I set her foot back down on the floor and stand. I reach for her hands and pull her up from the chair.
She turns and faces the bed and sweeps her hair over her shoulder, giving me access to the back zipper. “Unzip me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I’m so jacked up that I fumble with the small zipper for a minute until I get a good grip.
Then I practically rip it off while I make my way down her back.
As the zipper parts, I see a lacy red bra, and lower, a lacy red thong to match.
When the zipper hits the end, she reaches around to the back and unfastens her bra, and it drops to the ground.
Am I holding my breath? I think I might be because I feel like I’m about to pass out from anticipation.
When she turns, I see the most perfect pink nipples. I slide my hands around her waist, just as she grabs the button on my pants.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Vixen. How did I get so lucky to spend the night with you?”
“You’re not too bad yourself. Your body is insane. The abs … Jesus H. I can’t wait to run my tongue over them.”
She pushes my pants down my legs, and I step out of them. We’re facing each other and can’t hold back any longer. Our mouths collide, and I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her so her pussy fits directly over my hard-on in my boxers.
I walk to the side of the bed and lay her down without breaking our kiss. I drift a hand to the top of her thigh and make my way to her center. She’s soaked through the lace, and I push it aside and run my index finger through her wetness. I pull back and look into her eyes. “This is all mine.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yours.”
I kiss her lips again, but don’t deepen it.
I bend down and kneel on the floor, grabbing the tiny strings of her thong and pulling it down her legs, revealing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
It’s perfectly pink, just like her nipples, with a thin strip of trimmed hair, and she’s glistening. For me.
I drape one of her legs over my shoulder, and grab under her thigh and spread her open to me.
I can’t wait another second to taste her, so I bend my head and run my tongue from her hole to her clit.
She’s just as sweet as I thought she would be, and I feel like I’ll never get enough of her.
I could actually die between her legs and be thankful she allowed me to.
I lean in and press my mouth where she wants me most.
The sound she makes—low, broken, helpless—nearly undoes me. It shoots straight through my chest, straight through every place I’ve ever tried to keep under control. I grip her thigh harder, anchoring her to me, because for a second I’m not sure I can stay steady under the force of wanting her.
She tastes like heat and surrender and something dangerously close to addiction.
I don’t even try to slow down. I can’t. Not when she arches into me, not when her breath comes in uneven little gasps, not when she keeps whispering my name like it’s been pulled from somewhere deep inside her.
Every sound, every shiver, every press of her hips feels like it brands itself into me.
I tighten my hold on her, pulling her closer, sinking into her completely.
And the way she responds … God …
It’s enough to make me forget every line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” She takes my head in both of her hands, holding me to her as I lick, suck, and devour her pussy.
I move my hand from her leg and push my middle finger into her, thrusting it in and out as I flick her clit with my tongue.
Her hands fall from my head, but I see her grip the comforter by her sides.
And when I look up her body, her back is slightly arched, and her head is tilted, eyes closed, mouth open, panting. She looks like a goddess.
When I start to feel her pulse around my finger, I suck harder on her clit and move my hand faster, creating more friction as she comes.
“Yes, just like that,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could. I want to taste her cum on my tongue, and I want to lick up every drop.
When she starts to come, she tries to close her legs, but I don’t let her. I hold both legs in place as she rides it out.
“Oh my God. Fuck. Feels. So. Good.”
I’m so focused on her pleasure that I don’t even realize my own orgasm building. I mean, fuck, my hand isn’t even on my dick, and I blow. Just from making her come.
When she starts to come down, her body relaxes, and I release her legs, climbing up her body, kissing every inch along the way.
“You’re so fucking perfect. And the way you look when you come had me coming all over the carpet.”
I kiss her on the lips and then slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans when mine reaches hers, no doubt tasting herself.
“I need you inside me. Like, right now.” Her hands reach around my back, and she runs them up and down, stopping at the top of my ass. “Fuck me, Blitzen.” She tilts her hips, trying to angle herself so the head of my cock is at her entrance.
I pull back just enough that when she moves her hips, my dick pushes inside of her. We both moan this time. I thrust in a little deeper, then deeper again, until I’m completely sheathed by her pussy. “You’re so fucking tight. Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Not a chance.” I start fucking her, slow at first, then both of us begin to lose control, and our rhythm gets a little sloppy as we edge near our orgasms.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
Her lashes lift, just barely, but enough.
One glance, and I’m gone.
She looks wrecked in the most stunning way. Her hair spilled across the pillow, her skin flushed, her breath catching every time I move even slightly. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to keep her right here, trembling.
Her fingers tug at my hair. A deeper sound breaks from her throat, soft but desperate, and I feel the answering pull low inside me, tightening everything.
I move my mouth against hers again. Slow, deliberate, claiming her inch by inch. Not explicit. Just undeniable.
Her whole body responds, arching, tightening, her toes curling against my back. I hold her steady, not letting her escape the intensity building between us, not letting myself escape it either.
She says my name again … shaky, breathless.
I’ve never wanted to hear anything more.
Her hand slides down from my hair to my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. A gentle touch, but somehow more devastating. There’s trust in it—so much quiet, unspoken trust that it nearly undoes me.
I lift my head for a fraction of a second, just long enough to kiss the inside of her wrist—slow, reverent, a promise more than a touch. She shivers violently, grabbing the pillow with her free hand, breath hitching like she wasn’t prepared for tenderness in the middle of all this heat.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and there’s something raw in it. Something honest. Something that pulls me closer, deeper.
“Come for me. Strangle my cock, baby. I can’t hold it much longer.”
I drive into her faster and faster as she presses her nails into my back. And fuck me, is that a turn-on.
“Yes,” she pants. “Harder. I’m so close.”
I reach down between us and rub her clit in circles—because I’m gonna blow at any second, and I’m a firm believer that a lady comes first. “You close? I’m losing control.”
She nods. “Kiss me.”
I tilt my head and kiss her deeply, my tongue twirling around hers. When she wraps her lips around my tongue and sucks, I’m done for. My balls start to tingle, so I rub her clit faster, trying to get her there with me.
When she breaks the kiss and cries out, I feel her pulsing around my cock, and I explode into her.
I rest my forehead on the bed next to her head as we catch our breath. “Fuck me, that was hot,” I say breathily.
“So hot,” she breathes. “When can we do it again?”
She turns her face to mine, and we both smile.
“Give me five.” I place a kiss on her shoulder and then pull out of her and lie on my side, facing her.
She sits and then turns to me. “Be right back.” Then she walks into the bathroom.
While she’s in there, it hits me. I didn’t wear a fucking condom. Fuck. I’ve never not worn a condom. Shit.
I move up the bed and lean against the headboard as I wait for her to come out. I don’t bother to cover up because I do intend to get inside her again as soon as possible. And I really don’t want her to cover up either.
She walks out of the bathroom with pink in her cheeks and a satisfied smile.
That I put there. When she reaches the bed, I pat the spot next to me.
But instead of sitting next to me, she climbs on top of me and straddles my waist. My dick is pretty happy about it and decides he doesn’t need five minutes after all.
Her hands rest on my chest, and she leans down to kiss me. As the kiss deepens, she starts rubbing her bare pussy up and down my hardened cock.
I grip her waist and pull back enough to speak. “Baby, as much as I love this, um, we didn’t use a condom.”
She stops moving and sits up. “Oh shit. Right.”
“I’m clean!” I blurt out. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Okay, good. I’m clean too. I’m sorry. I just got lost in the moment, I guess. I’m on the pill, too, so we’re good.”
I nod. “So, yeah, then we should be okay.” I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, but my cock is winning the battle.