A couple of seconds later, I lift my head and open my eyes, looking directly into his.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?” His words trigger a warmth that creeps up my neck and over my face. Because suddenly I’m a little ashamed that I just rode his fingers in the middle of this perfect room like a girl who’s used to doing things like this.
Rather than answer his question, I bite at my lower lip and shrug. I don’t feel sexy. At. All. I feel embarrassed, you know, with the yelling of God’s name and all, but hey, if he finds it attractive then I’ll take it.
He cups my face, licks his full lips, and leans in to kiss me. It’s soft, gentle, but it says so much. He moans into my mouth and slides one hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me in closer. His lips are swollen and warm, and I think I could live in this moment for a really long time.
“Upstairs,” he mumbles against my mouth before he wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the floor. I gasp and goose bumps skate across my skin as he holds me close to his hard body. “I’ve got you,” he whispers near my ear, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve got you.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his hard chest. He walks quickly up the stairs, and once he stops moving, I lift my head to take in our surroundings. It’s a bit dark, but there’s light shimmering in through the tinted glass of the French doors that must lead outside. He then starts walking again, making his way across the room toward the king-sized bed. He places me gently on the soft mattress and strips off his clothes, except for his pink boxer briefs. Pink is so fitting for this sexy guy standing in front of me. I’m not at all surprised at the tattoos that were hidden under his T-shirt. He’s perfect, at least to look at, and I’m sure he’s been told that more than once or twice. Hell, he can get any girl he wants into his bed—this bed, the one I’m lying on this very second.
Nerves claw at my gut because . . . well, I feel a lot more out of my comfort zone than I did when he was fully dressed. I should have just closed my eyes and waited until he was in bed with me instead of watching the entire unwrapping of what is the hottest naked guy I’ve ever been with.
“Why so quiet? Don’t you like what you see?” He smirks as he slips out of his underwear. He’s so damn cocky, and the second his boxer briefs are gone, I can’t help but stare at his erection: long, thick, and impressive. I swallow hard as my eyes dart to his. “I know you’re worried, but I promise it’ll fit.” His smirk gives way to a smile, and I’m pissed that he’s able to read me so well. Damn him and his arrogance.
I rise to my elbows, narrow my eyes, and laugh softly. “Get over yourself. I was only in shock because I’ve never seen one so sad.” A dazed look flashes over his face followed by a bark of laughter, which confuses me, because now I feel like there may be a real meaning behind what I just said.
“What did you just say about my dick?” He shakes his head like he’s in disbelief that I could possibly think of his dick as unhappy. He then takes a couple of steps closer to the bed, grabs my legs gently, and pulls me to the edge of the mattress.
I smile shyly and shrug. “I think I said your dick looks sad.” I’m brave and bold as I wrap my hand around his shaft. He sucks in a deep breath.
“Sad, huh?” His voice is softer than before. My gaze moves up, taking in the hard planes of his abdomen, the colorful tattoos scattered across his chest, and finally landing on his eyes. Hunger, want, and need stare back at me through those baby blues. He may be cocky, arrogant, and mostly an asshole, but he wants me just as much as I do him.
My heart skips a beat as I wiggle my body closer to him. I lean in, bringing my mouth within inches of his rock-hard erection. The heat inside me flares as my tongue peeks out from between my lips and licks his head. He shifts his weight and lets out a long slow moan.
“Make him happy, mean girl,” he whispers. My hand slides down his shaft to the bottom of his thickness as I take him into my mouth. “Fuck, your mouth . . .” he murmurs breathlessly as I take him in deeper. “Feels so good, baby.”
He may have been cocky and arrogant a few minutes ago, but right now he’s melting against my touch, and it feels better than good to know I have this effect on him. My lips glide along his hard shaft, moving fast, racing all the way up before taking him in deep again. He groans, thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth without shame. I’ve never been so turned on by giving a blow job. I really want to touch myself. So. Damn. Bad. Instead I grab his firm ass tightly and push him deeper, until his dick hits the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuck, that feels so good.” He tries to pull back, but I’m committed, and honestly it feels incredible to give this beautiful man a reason to lose control. I continue to lick and suck his hardness, torturing him in the best possible way. “Baby, I’m gonna . . .” His words drop off and his cock swells in my mouth. I’ve got you. His words become mine as his ass clenches beneath my touch, and he comes fast and hard. I suck and swallow and swallow and suck until I’ve drained every salty and sweet drop. God, he tastes so good.
“Damn, mean girl, I wasn’t expecting that.” His cock is still hard as I pull away from him. He takes a step back, and I push off the bed and stand.
I lift my gaze up until I meet his. “What? Me making your dick happy?”
He laughs. “You have no fucking idea how happy he is right now.”
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his lips, his jaw, and finally just below his ear. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” I whisper. I take a couple of steps away from him before my eyes move to his.
“Where are you going?” He grins. “Come here.” His voice is raspy and deep. He reaches for my arm and pulls me tight against his body. God, he feels so good.
“What?” I tease. He cups my face and covers my mouth with his. The kiss is warm, gentle, and a bit unexpected.
He breaks away and smirks. “I wasn’t finished.”
I smile and move away from him, freeing myself from his captivating hold, and that’s when I notice the distant sound of music. My eyes flit to the French doors on the outside wall of the bedroom. “Are your neighbors having a party?” I ask, bringing my focus back to the beautiful man standing in front of me.
“Not a chance. The people around here don’t have those kinds of parties.” He grabs his T-shirt from the floor and tosses it to me. “Put this on and open the doors if you want. There’s probably a wedding reception or birthday party at the event center. It’s in the building next to this group of condos.” He bends down and grabs his underwear from the floor. “Most of the events have live music, and from the balcony it sounds like you’re there with them.” He nods toward the double doors. “I’ll be right back,” he says as he walks out of the bedroom.
My gaze moves from the double doors to his perfectly round ass, greedily taking in one last look before he’s completely out of sight. I really don’t want tonight to be over, but I refuse to ask him where he’s going and if he’s coming back, because those are not the kind of questions you ask a guy who has made it clear that there are no do-overs.
I tug his T-shirt over my bra and panties then survey the barely lit room. Same hardwood floors from downstairs with a dark colored rug in the center just in front of the bed. The double doors he told me to open, which I assume lead out to a balcony, are set against one wall. There’s a second set of double doors, not of the French variety, more than likely leading to a closet. No en suite, so this is not the master. Maybe his roommate gets the master, or maybe he always has sex in the spare bedroom so he doesn’t infect his bed with all his one-night stands. Dammit! I need to shut my mind down, because his previous conquests don’t matter. My focus quickly moves to the seating area in the back corner of the bedroom that houses a small sofa, a chaise lounge, and a coffee table.