My chest heaves as I fight to get it under control, but watching him push his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and drop them to the floor doesn’t help one bit.
His hard length springs free, and I’m powerless but to lick my lips as I stare at it.
When I eventually rip my eyes away and back up to his face, I find a sexy smirk gracing his lips. He knows he looks good, and he knows I very much like what I see, but I don’t find the level of arrogance I’ve experienced in the past and that fills me with joy. I can only hope that’s a good thing.
After collecting a condom from his pocket and dropping it to the bed beside me, he crawls between my legs, and, with his hands on my waist, he pushes me up the bed so he can settle.
“Just one?” I ask confidently.
“For now.”
I don’t get to respond, because he leans over me and takes my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me slicker for him.
My back arches as he teases my breasts before he heads south and plunges two fingers deep inside me.
“So wet.”
“So hard,” I counter, reaching down between us and wrapping my fingers around his steel length. His skin is burning hot but so smooth as I begin stroking him.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans in my mouth before blindly reaching for the condom.
Regretfully, he removes all touch as he rolls it down his shaft. A part of me wants to tell him to not bother—I know it’s reckless and stupid, but I can’t help it. That is, until I experience just how hot it is watching him work his cock.
I bite down on my bottom lip and tilt my head to the side as he completes the simple task.
“I’m going to watch you get yourself off one day.” I don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud until he replies.
“Only if you do the same for me. I want to watch these delicate fingers work your pussy into a frenzy.” He takes one of my hands in his and laces our fingers together. He then lifts it above my head and begins teasing me with the tip of his cock. He circles my clit, drops to my entrance and pushes just a centimeter inside before pulling back again. It drives me fucking crazy, and if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by then that was his plan.
He pushes inside me just that little bit more. My muscles contract, trying to pull him deeper, and he takes my other hand and lifts it to join the first.
“Corey, please,” I beg. “Oh Jesus. Fuck,” I cry as he thrusts forward. One single move and he’s so incredibly deep inside me.
He stretches me open in a way I barely remember, and it’s so fucking delicious it makes my eyes cross. He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me.
“You’re fucking heaven, baby. Heaven.”
He continues for a few more thrusts before his movements start to get more and more frenzied. Both our bodies are covered in a light sheen of sweat as the temperature of the room seems to explode as he moves against me.
Taking both my hands in only one of his, he drops his fingers, first to my breasts and then down to my clit. That extra pleasure mixed with him hitting so deep inside me sends me headfirst into another blissful release.
He groans out my name, the sound so erotic I immediately fall straight into my third orgasm before he twitches violently inside me.
His weight drops onto me as we both try to catch our breath.
“Wow.” He’s so breathless that the word is no more than a whisper.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Again?” He doesn’t need to say it, I can feel his hardening cock already growing against me once more.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He barks out a laugh before rolling onto his back and taking me with him.
Chapter Eight
Corey
I stare up at her. Her once smooth and styled hair is a mess, her previously red lipstick is now smeared around her face, along with mine I would imagine, her chest heaves, and her nipples are pert and begging me to suck them into my mouth once again.
This woman is surprising me at every turn. I was shocked to receive her message earlier; it turned out to be warranted because she wasn’t the one to send it. And I wasn’t expecting her to react to me just like she did last night. I half expected her to dismiss my sudden appearance, but that’s the furthest from what happened.
I knew from the first moment I touched her that I couldn’t end tonight without getting inside her. I just had to hope she was having similar thoughts. But I never could have imagined this.
She trails her fingertips down my chest and onto my abs. My muscles bunch and twitch as she moves, my cock hardening even more against her pussy. Her heat burns, and I have to clench my teeth in an attempt to stop myself thrusting up into her bare.
It’s so fucking tempting to feel her skin on skin. But I can’t. I never, and I mean never, go bareback. I know all too well that the risk is too fucking high.
“There are more condoms in my jeans pocket.”
“You came out with a plan for me, huh?”
“I used to be a boy scout.” Her brows furrow. “Always be prepared.”
“Oh, right. Well, I’m grateful.” She climbs from my waist. I miss her weight immediately, but the sight of her arse as she walks to my discarded trousers and shoves her hand into the pocket makes up for it.
She spins on her tiptoes, holding the condom packet between two of her fingers and smiles at me. If I weren’t already lying down, it would knock me on my fucking arse. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her red hair hangs haphazardly around her shoulders, her curves are sinful, and her smile and eyes do shit to me they really shouldn’t.
No one needs to find their way into the darkness I hold in on a daily basis. I spend most of my time wishing I could escape it.
“So, tell me,” she starts, slowly moving toward me. “Just how prepared are you?”
“Well, enough to ensure you’re unable to walk in the morning.”
“I think you’d better order us some room service then, if we’re in for a long night.”
I stare at her, my chin dropped. Who is this woman and how was I lucky enough for her to fall into my lap last night?
“Uh…” I say as I roll towards the phone. “Bottle of wine?”
“On second thought.” She takes the phone before I get anywhere near it. “Hello, yes. Please could we get a bottle of Macallan.” If I thought I was shocked at her suggestion of room service, then I’m flabbergasted now. “Yeah, and do you do a smorgasbord of some sort?” She listens for a few seconds, allowing me to run my eyes over her. “Yeah, that’s great. Room 608. Just knock and leave it outside. Thank you.”
She places the phone back before turning her eyes on me. The hunger in them makes my cock twitch. Fucking hell, I’ve had nowhere near my fill yet.
Who is this woman? She seemed so shy, innocent even when I first met her last night, yet here she is, a red-headed vixen who’s rocking my fucking world.
“You think we’ve got time for another before it arrives?”
“Too fucking right, I do.” I hold my hand out for the condom, but she doesn’t hand it over. Her eyes flick down to my hard length and she licks her lips. “Be my guest.”