When she’s gone, Heath says, “I think she wanted to join us.”
I think he’s right.
“Well, in case she didn’t and decides to call mall security, we might want to get out of here,” I say.
He winks at me and says, “You make a good point.”
We quickly dress and flee the store. So much for that sweater. I’ll have to buy one somewhere else.
Once we’re out of the store, we’re both breathing hard and laughing so loud that people turn to stare.
“On my god, I can’t believe we did that in public,” I say, feeling vibrant and light. I’ve never done anything that crazy before. Maybe there’s something to exhibitionism, because I feel more turned on than ever before. I can still feel the phantom of his fingers moving inside of me.
Heath bends over, catching his breath, coughing out laughter. When he stands back up, he reaches for me. At first I think he’s reaching for the jacket in my hand. He’d forgotten to put it back on and so I grabbed it before I left the dressing room. But instead of taking his jacket, he grabs my waist and pulls me into a kiss.
I’m shocked at first. I’m not sure why. Finger fucking me inside a men’s dressing room seems far more intimate than a single kiss, but this feels … different. Not a tongue down my throat or frothing at the mouth, sliming each other kind of kiss. Instead, it’s sweet, and slow, and … romantic. The kind of kiss that makes my entire body come alive. Not what I was expecting from the O-Maker. When he pulls away, he looks equally surprised by his actions. As if his mouth has a mind of its own.
He gets this serious look on his face that furrows his brow. Gone is the cocky, over-confident smile. “I need to be with you. Now. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
When it comes to Heath, I think the word ‘No’ has been wiped out of my vocabulary.
“Let’s go,” I say.
Heath gets us a room at a nearby hotel. We’ve barely made it into the elevator before he’s kissing me again. I’m sure there are cameras in here, but I doubt it’s anything new for whomever watches the footage. They’ve probably seen worse.
Once we’re at the room, we only part long enough for him to slide in the keycard. It’s a nice room with windows covering an entire wall facing the snowy city. Fancier than anything I’ve ever stayed in. Not exactly what I was expecting for a quick hookup. There are mints on the pillow and everything—which bounce onto the floor when he pulls me down onto the bed with him.
He goes to work taking off my clothes. There is a lot to shed: boots, jacket, sweater, shirt, tank top, bra. I’d bundled up for the trip to town. I’m like a fortress. I’m surprised he was able to get under all those layers to play with my breasts in the dressing room.
He takes off everything but my bra. That’s when he starts to slow things down.
It’s oddly sweet the way he looks me in the eyes, touching my cheek and kissing me gently on the face, everywhere but my lips. Again, not exactly what I was expecting from the O-Maker.
He touches the silky fabric of my bra. His hands are big, palms as large as my cup size. The entire time he touches me, he watches my face until I start to feel a little self-conscious. Not that I have anything to feel bad about. I have no serious self-esteem issues. I’ve just never had a guy pay this much attention to my face while my clothes were off. His fingers move up, now caressing the swell of my breasts. He leans over, kissing the tops of each one.
I smile. Where’s the wild guy who’d plunged his fingers inside of me in the dressing room, licking the fruits of his labor in front of an unsuspecting worker?
I quickly realize, as he kisses his way up my neck, that this isn’t going to be some fast and furious fuck. At least not at first. This is going to be an experience. My excitement starts to build until I’m shaking uncontrollably. My jaw even gives a small chatter before I clamp my mouth shut.
Heath stops kissing me long enough to gaze into my eyes. That look is enough to get me going again.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
I run my fingers through his thick dark hair and touch the scruff of his jaw. “I’m perfect.”
He glances down at my breasts. “Damn right you are.”
I laugh. He kisses my lips again. I can feel the hardness of his cock digging into me through his jeans. This time when we kiss there’s an urgency there. When I open my mouth to taste him, he greedily takes my tongue and sucks it into his mouth, holding it captive for several seconds until letting it go. But I want back in. I force my tongue between his lips and kiss him deeply again.
He squeezes my breast and I gasp. Taking my bottom lips between his teeth, he gently bites it. I’m caught between the intensity of our kiss and the feel of his thumb brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. He never touches the skin, but the feeling is so intense my nipples become hard.
“You have an amazing body,” he tells me.
Before I can return the compliment, he’s kissing me again. His mouth then leaves my lips and finds my chin. He goes back to my neck, moving down, back to the swell of my breast where he started. Squeezing them together, he sticks his tongue in the crevice.
“I want to fuck you so hard,” he says. “You have no idea how difficult it is to restrain myself right now.”
I’m breathing like I’ve just run a mile. “Then fuck me,” I say.
I’m not trying to hold him back. I’m ready. The pool between my legs is evidence enough. If he could get me that close to coming by just using his fingers, I have no doubt of his abilities anymore.
He shakes his head, tracing his finger around my bellybutton. “No, I want to torture you first.”
My eyebrows go up and I meet his mischievous gaze.
He continues. “I want to bring you right to the edge before denying you. Push and pull until you think you’ll lose your mind. By the time I finally allow your body release, you’ll feel it in your bones, your skull, your teeth.”
“Yes, I want that,” I say desperately, barely able to get the words out through ragged breaths.
I’m frantically trying to peel off his clothes, but he’s not making it easy for me. After several more failed attempts, he finally stands up. I stay on the bed, propped up on my elbows and watch as he kicks off his boots. Slow and sexy, he takes off his shirt, revealing again, the most beautiful male body I’ve ever seen. Perfect columns of muscle that create a six pack. The trail of hair and an extremely sexy V that points down to the treasure between his legs.
He slowly unbuttons his jeans, then unzips them, drawing the time out, making a show of it. His big, hard cock tightens his jeans, making it somewhat of a struggle to get them off, but when he finally does, it’s worth the wait. Even with his boxers on, it’s easy to see he’s gifted size-wise. There’s a dark spot on his gray boxers, wet from pre cum.
“I want them off,” I say, sitting up. “I want to see everything.”
“You first,” he says.
I waste no time, and reach back, undoing my bra and tossing it across the room.
He makes a sound of approval and with a touch of whimsy in his voice says, “Those are incredible.”
My breasts have always been a flytrap for men. Even Stephanie always makes comments about how perfect they are. Not too big, not too small. Full, round, natural C-cups. I’m quite proud of them, actually. Especially after seeing the look on Heath’s face.
I stand up and kick off my boots and socks and take off my jeans so that we’re both in our underwear.
“Now your turn,” I say, pointing to his boxers.
His smile removes any of the residual fears or hesitation I had about hooking up with a stranger. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and he pulls them down. My eyes open wide, drinking in every ounce of him. His cock is steel-hard, thick and proud, the tip of the head reaching up to his bellybutton. My pussy flexes instinctually, as if my body is warming to accommodate his size. I’ve never been with a man this big before, and I start to wonder how e
asily I can take him. He’s even bigger than my dildo, which is a good seven inches.
I’m in disbelief that I’m here right now. This gorgeous man stripped down in front of me. Crazy how I woke up this morning with plans to get coffee and go shopping. Now I’m here. And to think it all started with a mistake. Something stupid I said on the internet. If only all the stupid things I say could end with such a reward.
I want him bad but he refuses to give himself to me right away, even with my arms stretched toward him, begging. He has more self-control than I do. Probably from all the women he pleasures on a regular basis. I’m just one of many. Another notch on his belt. I don’t know why I’m jealous, but I am, and the thought of him with all those other women takes the fire out of me.
He must see it in my face, because he comes closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist, hands rubbing the bare skin of my back. “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “More beautiful than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”
There’s a flutter in my stomach even though I’m sure he probably uses that line on all of them. But he says it so convincingly that I buy into it—if only for the moment—hook, line, and sinker.
I remind myself that this isn’t a relationship. I’m not here for love. He’s the O-Maker, and right now, I’m here to get my damn O.