I was trying to keep my legs from buckling under the way he was making me feel against the wall, his hard cock pressed against my stomach. This was going to be the best damn night of my life.
“Fuck,” he said, his teeth nipping at my hard nipples. “Your moans are going to make me fuck you before reinforcements arrive,” he said in a husky voice.
I ran my hands through his soft, tousled hair while his desperate hands found the delicate side zipper of my dress. My eyes were closed and probably should have stayed that way, but in another gasp of air, as I tried to control myself from coming just by the guy virtually worshipping my body in the way he touched and kissed my flesh, they opened.
“Holy shit,” I said, pausing in shock at the room we were in. “Are you the president or some prince from another country?” I asked, nearly killing the pursuit of the only reason I was in this extravagant—too big for one person—room.
He didn’t let it stop him. His hands ran down my sides as my dress fell into a pile at my feet. He kissed down the center of my stomach to my legs, his fingertips gently caressing the sparks of electricity his lips created as they trailed down the inside of my thigh to my ankle.
Damn, he’s good, I thought, leaning against the wall as he studiously took off each one of my heels. Then I was in his arms, his lips capturing mine again. His tongue aggressively found mine as we walked through this place that was larger than my dad’s house.
I was involved in his tasteful kiss, but my eyes were actively noticing the baby grand piano he carried me past. The floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led out to a ridiculously large sized balcony and the other unnecessary items that added to the importance of the person who would stay in a room like this were too hard to look away from.
He placed my ass on a bar counter, spreading my legs while he stood in between them. The next thing I knew, my strapless bra was off while he nipped and sucked softly against the flesh of my neck, using his fingers to roll my hard nipples between them.
My head fell back, legs opening further as I allowed him to swallow me up, body and soul, seductively. The throbbing between my legs became painful. My body craved this man as he woke up every last cell of pleasure throughout my entire body.
“As much as I appreciate your sexy ass in this thong,” he said, his fingers pulling against the sides of it, “I’m not a fan of it concealing the one part of your body I’m going to make sure is fucked until the sun rises.”
His eyes were dark and his face sexier than ever before—I didn’t think he could get any more handsome than what I’d seen since first seeing the man.
An enchanting tone serenaded through his hotel room. That’s when I saw the devil in this man’s eyes as he smiled. He teased my chin with a quick kiss, stepped back, and the hunger in his eyes as they roamed over my fully exposed body had me nearly climaxing by his expression alone.
“Give me a second,” he said, and then took off in the direction of where the grand piano was positioned in the center of the living room.
With this second of reprieve, my brain started firing back up and started to work again. I looked over to find my thong torn and cast aside on the counter.
“How did I miss that?” I thought, wondering when he managed to tear the underwear from my body—unnoticed.
Now that my brain was taking back its control, I was feeling a bit vulnerable and quite fucking stupid, sitting on some bar counter completely undressed.
I slid off the counter, not knowing what the fuck to do. That’s when I noticed him walking back in with a box of condoms. “What the hell?” I said, laughing at him, placing the box on the bar.
“Until tonight, that butler was just a fucking nuisance,” he said, gripping my waist and hoisting me back up onto the counter. “Wine?” he asked, his eyes softer and more humorous now.
“Yeah,” I answered, grabbing his silver bowtie and halting him from leaving my naked ass on the counter again. “But I’m not going to be the only one sipping wine naked.”
He smirked. “I can’t help it if I’m better at removing clothes than you are,” he arched his brow at me. “Get to work,” he said, stepping back, arms up, giving me full access to undressing him.
I needed that wine. I’d been out of commission in the sex department for far too long. Since before mom died two years ago—at least. I had to absorb the confidence pouring off this man, and that’s precisely what I did to keep a steady pace at undressing him…slowly.
Beneath his shirt were strong abs that highlighted his tanned and soft skin. His muscles were what artists created—what models worked hard to achieve to make the front page of a magazine. He was a god. There was no doubt about this.
He licked his lips, his white teeth gently covering his bottom lip as he watched me take in the beauty of his perfect body. He reached for the button of his pants—I was obviously going way too slow for his plans—but I batted them away, seeing the veins in his biceps popped and lining his arms in a way that carved out his unimaginably perfect-sized arms.
After his pants fell to the floor, I fought against his hard cock to free it from the boxer briefs he wore. Fuck me now! I thought, seeing the size of at least nine or more inches that my dripping wet entrance clenched in response to.
I instinctively dropped to my knees, running my hands down his muscular legs, and couldn’t resist licking his perfectly groomed balls. Both of his hands reached foreword as he groaned, and his dick bounced in reaction to the first time I found a man’s testicles sexy and tasteful.
“Goddamn,” he breathed out. “Suck my cock,” he pleaded with me.
Enjoying the fact that he was at my mercy, I played further into what I knew he was struggling with. He was the one groaning in pleasure now—and I was the one controlling whether or not he’d cum before he got a chance to use the condom box that he somehow managed to send for.
I had no idea who this man was, but to be in a place like this and from what I could gather, he was one important individual. The lack of knowledge both of us had of each other made this even more pleasurable to me. I didn’t want to know any more than I already knew, and he wasn’t going to know anything other than possibly questioning whether or not I was virgin after not having sex in a few—very long—years.
I licked under his length, my tongue capturing the precum dripping from his tip. He pulled my hair into his fist, and I was only halfway down his length before I could swear he made a grunting sound of cumming in my mouth. In that same moment, his cock was pulled from my throat, and in a swift motion, Mitch used all the glorious muscles I was previously worshipping to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossed my feet at my ankles, and graciously accepted his hard and desperate kiss.
He laid me back onto his bed, covering my body with his, and framed my face with his hands. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting off before you, Ash,” he said.
His mouth was on mine, both of us kissing aggressively while his hand slid down to my soaking wet entrance. “You’re so wet,” he said, pulling away and kissing along my breast.
I reflexively tightened beneath him after he slid his fingers inside me. His forehead fell to the center of my chest as he gently slid his fingers in and out of my pussy. He seemed to be breathing along with the motions that were working on loosening up the sadly-neglected-for-too-long slit between my legs.