16. Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
~DECLAN~
I'm done holding back.
It’s only been five minutes since Darcy walked into my hotel room, and I've got her pressed against the window with her white sundress bunched around her waist and my hand between her thighs.
She's soaked.
Absolutely drenched.
And making the most perfect sounds against my mouth.
She gasps when I slide two fingers inside her. "We should—the bed—"
"No." I hook my fingers inside her soft walls, finding that spot that makes her knees shake. "Right here. Against the window. Where you can watch everything I do to you."
Her hazel eyes go wide. "People can see—"
"They won’t be able to. The glass is tinted." I add a third finger and she moans. "Do you think I would allow some fucker to look at what’s mine? Even have a glimpse?"
"That's not—I didn't—"
"You did?" I pump my fingers faster, my thumb finding her clit. "Do you like the idea of being watched? Of someone seeing how desperate you are for me?"
"I'm not—oh God—"
"You're not what? Desperate?" I can feel her tightening around my fingers.
"Because you're—you're—"
“I’m what?”
"Insufferable."
I almost laugh. "That's the best you can do?"
"My brain doesn't work when you're—" Her words cut off in a moan as I change the angle, hitting deeper. "—when you're doing that."
"Doing this?" I curl my fingers again and she actually whimpers. "Or this?" I press my thumb hard against her clit and she breaks.
Her orgasm crashes through her, and I feel every second of it—the way she clenches around my fingers, the way her breathing quickens, the way she moans my name.
When she comes down, she's trembling, barely standing.
I pull my fingers out slowly. I almost bring them to my mouth, but instead I reach for her lips.
"Open," I command.
And like the perfect, gorgeous siren she is, she does.
Those pink lips part, and I slide two fingers into her warm, wet mouth.
"Suck," I order.
She does, wrapping her tongue around my fingers, tasting herself, those hazel eyes locked on mine while she licks every trace of her own arousal from my skin.
Fuck.
The sight of her—mouth full, cheeks hollowed, looking up at me like I'm the only thing in her world—makes my cock throb painfully against my slacks.
When I pull my hand away, a thin string of saliva connects my fingers to her lips before breaking.
"Christ," I murmur, watching her golden-green gaze grow heavy. "You like tasting yourself on my fingers, don't you?"
She nods, breathless.
"Say it."
Her cheeks flush darker. "I like tasting myself on your fingers. I like—"
She stops, biting that bottom lip, the words falling out in a rush, like she's embarrassed by how much she wants this. "I like the way you look at me when I do it."
"And how do I look at you?"
The point of her chin trembles just slightly. "Like you want me."
"I do want you, sweetheart." I grip her jaw gently, tilt her face up to mine.
"I want you like you can’t imagine. I want to fuck that smart mouth.
I want to fuck your tight little pussy. I want to bend you over every surface in this room and make you scream so loud the entire hotel knows who you belong to. "
Her breath stutters between her lips.
"Is that what you want?" I ask.
"Yes."
Fuck.
"Turn around," I say, the words grating out. "Turn around. Face the window."
She complies, and I step up behind her, so close I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. I reach for the thin straps of her white sundress, sliding them down her shoulders slowly.
"Hands on the glass," I murmur against her ear.
She presses her palms flat against the thick glass overlooking the hotel grounds while I peel the dress down her body—past her soft breasts, past her waist—letting it pool at her feet.
And because God clearly doesn’t give a damn about my blood pressure, I see that she’s wearing nothing but thin lace panties.
No bra.
Just bare skin and smooth curves and that earthy scent that's been driving me insane.
"Step out of it," I bark, nearly feral with lust.
She does, lightly sweeping the white fabric aside with one bare foot. I bring down her panties in one pull and without being asked, she kicks them aside. She's completely naked now—pressed against the window with her palms flat on the glass and her rounded ass pushed out toward me.
I'm still fully dressed.
White linen shirt, dark slacks, belt, shoes—everything. The contrast does something dangerous to me.
"Do you know what I see right now?" I ask, running my hand down her bare spine slowly, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.
"What?" Her voice is barely a whisper.
"I see my twenty-four-year-old employee pressed against this window. Completely naked. Dripping wet. Waiting for me to fuck her." I slide my hand lower, cupping her bare ass and taking a handful. "And I’m going to enjoy every second of giving you exactly what you’ve asked for."
She gasps when I slide my hand between her thighs from behind, feeling how wet she still is.
I trace her entrance with one finger—teasing. "And what if you could be seen? What if the tint isn’t strong enough to shield the sight of us?" I swirl a finger lower and she groans. "Would you care?"
She shakes her head.
"Why not?" I demand.
"Because I—" She moans softly when I press against her clit. "Because I need you."
"That's right." I withdraw my hand and she gasps. "You're so wet for my cock you don't care who sees. You just want to be fucked. Isn't that right?"
"Yes. P-please yes."
I bring my hand down on her bare ass—a grazing smack not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting—and watch the skin bloom pink.
"Stay still," I command.
I reach down, undoing my belt, the sound of leather sliding through loops loud in the quiet room. The rasp of my zipper rings out—metal teeth separating.
With one hand, I free my cock, already hard and pulsating, desperate for her. Gripping the shaft, I stroke once, then twice, while Darcy watches me in the window's reflection.
"Please," Darcy breathes out.
I know the words she won’t finish.
And I’m getting ready to make good on every one of mine when a moment of clarity breaks through.
"Fuck," I hiss, even though it nearly kills me to stop. "Protection."
"What?" She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes unfocused.
"Condom. I don't have one."
"I—I'm on the pill."
A slow, heady satisfaction spreads through me.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance, and Darcy’s legs instantly part wider. "So the question is—are you good with this, gorgeous? With no barrier between us? Me filling this greedy little pussy with cum?"
She shivers, nodding, and I reach around, closing a hand around her slender throat, holding it.
"Good girl," I nearly growl.
And then I plunge inside her in one slow, deep thrust, instantly igniting a groan that reverberates between us.
Because my little accidental wife is impossible to look away from.
And the fact that there's nothing between us, that I can feel every ridge, every clench of her pussy around my bare cock is enough to make my vision swim.
I take a step back, pressing between her shoulder blades, bending her forward, and she falls in line, hinging at the waist, her delicate hands still affixed to the glass.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I grit out at the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her from this angle. I grip her bare hips harder. "Fuck, baby. This pussy. It’s perfect."
"Declan—" Her forehead is pressed against the glass now, her breath fogging the window with each pant.
"Don't move." I pull almost all the way out, watching my cock slide from her—slick and shining with her arousal—before slamming back in.
She cries out, and I do it again.
And again.
Setting a rhythm so deep and relentless that I lose sight of where she ends and I begin.
The filthy sound of my hips hitting her naked ass fills the room. The wet sounds of me fucking her mix with her gasps and my groans.
Her palms slide down the glass now, leaving streaks, and I can see in the reflection how wrecked she looks—completely bare, dark hair a mess, hazel eyes half-closed in pleasure while I'm still in my shirt and pants, only my cock out as I drive into her.
I slide one hand around her, find her clit, circle it with my thumb while I fuck her from behind.
"You're close," I grit out, feeling the way her pussy squeezes around my cock. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're gonna to come for me, aren't you? Come all over your boss's cock like my filthy girl?"
"I—I'm so close—"
"Come on my bare cock. Show me who this pussy belongs to."
I press harder on her clit and thrust deeper, and she breaks.
Her orgasm crashes through her so violently that her knees actually buckle, and only my hands on her—one on her bare hip, one working her clit—keep her from sliding down the window entirely.
She's clenching around me, pulsing, and I can feel her getting even wetter, see her arousal dripping down her bare thighs.
"That's it," I murmur, fucking her through it, drawing it out. "Such a good fucking girl for me."
When she finally stops shaking, I'm still rock hard inside her.
Still desperate.
Still not nearly done.
I pull out slowly, and the sight of my cock leaving her—covered in her cum, her pussy pink and tender—nearly unravels me.
"On your knees," I say, my voice rough.
Darcy turns, still unsteady, sliding down to the floor. Her pink lips are puffy, dark hair mussed, tits bobbing softly when her knees finally hit the carpet.
I reach for her chin, tilting it. "Open that pretty mouth, beautiful."
She does, tongue out slightly, as I grip my still-slick cock at the base, guiding it between her lips.
The instant heat of her mouth is devastating.
"Fuck," I groan, one hand sliding into her hair, gripping tight, and she moans around me, the vibration traveling straight up my spine.
"Take it deeper. Show me how much you want it."
She relaxes her throat, taking me further, and I thread both hands through her hair now, guiding her rhythm.
Showing her exactly how I want it.
"You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now," I tell her.
She whimpers around me, and I feel it everywhere.
"You like this, don't you? Like being on your knees for your boss. Like tasting yourself on my cock. Like being a good girl and sucking it just right."
Her eyes flutter closed and she takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and I have to grip her hair tighter to maintain control.
"Eyes on me," I grunt. "I want you looking at me when you do this. I want to see those pretty eyes water while you take my dick down your throat."
I grunt again.
"That's right, baby. Just like that. Fuck, Darcy. Your mouth feels incredible."
She moans again, and one of her hands comes up to cup my balls through my slacks, rolling them gently through the fabric, and immediately I start moving my hips in shallow thrusts, fucking her mouth—testing how much she can take.
The filthy words spill out of my lips now, raining around us.
"You're being so good for me. Taking everything I give you. Let me go a little deeper—that's it—fuck—yes—"
"Such a good fucking girl. Letting me fuck this pretty mouth. Letting me use you however I want."
She nods as much as she can with her mouth full—sucking harder, taking me deeper.
That's when I pull back.
Reaching down, I wrap my fist around her hair, prompting her to her feet, where I kiss her hard, tasting the mix of us.
“I need your pussy,” I growl against her mouth. "Now."
I pick her up and she laughs out loud, the sound the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, as I carry her to the hotel bed, tossing her onto the mattress.
She bounces once, and I'm already climbing on after her, stripping off my shirt, my slacks—everything—until I'm as naked as she is.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” I hum, and without hesitation Darcy scrambles into position, setting herself up on all fours.
God, I love it.
Her responsiveness. Her immediate trust.
That’s what’s so damn sexy about all of this.
Darcy Madison trusts me.
Trusts that I know what to do with her body, trusts that I will treat every inch of her the way she deserves.
The knowledge is enough to put a knot in my throat.
I can barely scrape the words out when I get into position, lining my cock up with her pink opening.
“Ready, gorgeous?”
She nods, glancing at me over her shoulder, and I slam inside her in one brutal thrust.
She screams—and I have to pause to keep from coming right there.
"Too much, beautiful?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"No. God, no—don't stop."
The angle is deeper like this, more intense, and there’s no waiting, no hesitating, no slowing.
Our bodies are frantic for one another as I set a punishing pace, a rhythm that has the bed rocking beneath us, our equilibrium obliterated as Darcy and I move to a menacing beat together.
I instantly know: there’s no way I’m getting this woman out of my system now.
Darcy Madison has woven her way into my bloodstream, imprinted herself onto the very surface of my skin.
I can already feel her coming, her walls fluttering around me, as her orgasm crashes over once again. I bury myself as deep as I can go, filling her—marking her from the inside out.
My own orgasm detonates inside my body, straining every limb until my muscles are screaming, and still I don’t let Darcy go.
I hold her until finally we collapse together onto the bed—sweaty and gasping, completely undone.
I’m barely half-conscious when I realize I've positioned Darcy’s delectable little body against mine, her ass pressed firmly between my hips.
For a long moment, we just breathe.
I'm nearly asleep when I hear, tucked beneath my chin, a whisper: "Are we going to regret this?"
I exhale, holding her tighter. "Not tonight."
She snorts. "That's not very reassuring."
"Would you rather I lie?"
"Maybe."
I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her. "To be honest, I don’t give a fuck, sweetheart."
"Me neither."
She's quiet for a moment, then curls further into me, boneless and pliant.
"What happens now?" she asks softly.
"Now you stay here."
I tighten my arms around her, possessive and certain, and for once my dark-haired vixen doesn’t argue.
She settles against me, her breathing slowing, her body relaxing into mine completely.
Somewhere between one breath and the next, listening to the ocean outside and feeling her heart beat against mine, we both fall asleep.