I lean back into the coarse linens that line the bed, throwing my head back. "Make me come again."
He laps at me, his fingers probing my inner walls before he hones in on the spot that he knows will throw me into the middle of another powerful orgasm. My hands reach for his hair. I wind my fingers into the strands, reveling in the softness. I twist his head sharply to the left coaxing his tongue back to my clit. I'm not going to be shy. There's no reason not to take everything I can from this. He's eager to please. I'm eager to come.
"Christ, you're a tight one."
The words only spur me on more. This is exactly what I need. "Lick my clit," I bite out through a moan. "Lick my fucking clit."
He cups his hands beneath my legs pulling them farther apart before they seek out my breasts. He pinches both nipples in unison as his tongue greedily steals another climax from me.
I scream, not only from the intense pleasure that is racing through each part of me, but for the freedom to feel this deeply. I cling to his hair as he moans into me, lapping greedily at my lust.
"I'm so hard. I have to fuck you." The words aren't tempered. They escape him in a growl that is primitive and speaks of his need to own my body.
I watch as he sheaths his thick cock in a condom, his hand racing over the length not once, but twice. I whimper knowing that it's going to throw me back into an orgasm quickly. I've been imagining it since he lowered himself into the seat next to me on the airplane. I've been thinking about how it will feel since I watched him slowly undress when we got to the room. I've been craving it since his erection brushed against my pussy before he lowered his face to my core.
His mouth covers mine as he skirts the tip over my clit. His lips are smooth, soft and gentle. His tongue glides onto mine as he thrusts his cock into me in one fluid, lust filled violent movement. His rhythm is smooth, confident and controlled.
"Yes," I mutter beneath my breath and into his mouth because my body offers no other choice. I need to express it. I need to feel it.
His hands leap to mine, pushing them into the mattress. "Your cunt is so ready."
My body responds and I'm driven over the edge into an orgasm that grips both of us.
"Fuck, Kayla." His words fall into the air between us. "Kayla, yes."
I arch my back, clench my muscles and sigh as he pumps himself into me over and over, each thrust deeper than the last until he finds his release with my name pouring from his lips.
Chapter 2
"Get on your knees."
I stop. The hot water beating a path down my breasts before it skims over my stomach. I'd slept for hours after he left. He told me the room was mine until noon when the housekeeping staff would arrive. I needed the time. I needed the space and the empty air to think. I'd woken shortly after ten, my body aching from last night. The shower was my last reprieve before I had to face the world, my best friend, and the truth about what had chased me out of Boston.
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"You came back." The words are foolish and unnecessary.
"On your knees, Kayla." He says against my shoulder before his lips blaze a path up my neck. "You're going to suck my cock."
My sex aches at the demand. It was my only regret as he walked out the door. "Yes," I whisper as his lips graze over mine.
"I've thought about your beautiful mouth since I fucked you last night."
I move closer to him feeling the unmistakable brush of his cock against my stomach. He reaches for my hand, a gesture that speaks of well-mannered courtesy as I lower myself to my knees.
"I've never seen eyes as blue as yours." His hand slides over my chin. "Look at me when you suck it."
I nod as I grab the thick root with my hand. My lips open slightly kissing the very tip. The head is wide, spongy and gorgeous. I pull my tongue down the length, feeling the vein that is pulsing beneath my touch.
"Take it now. Suck it hard." The words have a firm bite to them. "Look at me, Kayla."
My eyes lock on his as I take his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. I murmur around his flesh as I find my rhythm.
"Goddamn, you know how to suck cock." The words are heavy with desire. "I'm going to fuck your mouth so hard."
The promise is only tempered by the space. He leans back slightly, resting his back against the subway tile that surrounds the bathtub. His hands tangle within the long strands of my dark hair. I murmur slightly at the slight rush of pain when he pulls on it.
"Like that, Kayla," he hisses into the rushing stream of water that is bearing down on my side. "Suck it hard."