“Good,” he said in a thick voice before covering my mouth with his. Mine opened quickly, drawing him in. Our tongues entwined before his lips moved to my jaw then down my neck. “I thought about you all day.” His breath whispered across my skin, and I couldn’t stop a surge of desire low in my stomach. “Will you let me have you here?”
“Yes,” I barely spoke, and he dropped to his knees.
He gathered the thin fabric of my dress, shoving it up to my waist as he caught the side of my thong with his thumb. Large, strong hands gripped my inner thighs, opening them, and his nose touched the crease in my leg as his tongue explored my now-wet folds. A whimper trembled from my throat. It was the exact fantasy I’d had in the bar, and he pulled back, pressing his mouth against my thigh.
“I had to hear that sound again.” His voice was a sexy vibration against my skin, his beard scratching my charged, sensitive areas. I shuddered in his strong hands that held me as if I weighed nothing at all.
His mouth returned to my clit, and his tongue began making slow strokes punctuated by little sucks. My head dropped back with a moan, eyes closed, as my hips rotated in time with his movements.
“Oooh, god,” I sighed, threading my fingers into his thick, dark hair, never wanting him to stop. My back arched against the cold stone wall, and all I knew was his mouth, his tongue, tasting me, teasing me to the very edge. Pressure grew hot and tight low in my belly, tighter with every pull of his mouth. My hips bucked as my orgasm began, and another high-pitched whimper escaped my throat. My shudders were uncontrollable as I came.
I was still finishing when he stood quickly, fumbled with his pants a moment before I heard the familiar tearing sound, the clink of a belt buckle. In one swift movement, he lifted me easily, then slid me down, thrusting into my dripping-wet passage, filling me completely like before, stretching and massaging every place that ached for him. We both groaned loudly, and he pushed into me again, harder. My hands fumbled to the collar of his shirt, down his back, pulling the fabric up, desperate to feel his skin.
He groaned low as I managed to get his polo higher, the strapless top of my dress now pushed down around my waist, my bare breasts tingling for his touch. Our skin met, and I moaned with satisfaction.
“Fuck,” his low voice groaned as his hands gripped my butt, moving me up and down his shaft in the most amazing rhythm.
My second orgasm was building rapidly as his large cock moved in and out repeatedly. His mouth covered mine, and the small whimpers coming from my throat were like fuel to his fire. Our pace increased. The tightness in my stomach grew more intense, and my nails dug into his skin. My heart was beating so hard, and my brain had switched to repeating one phrase, Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
Finally the tightness reached its peak and burst through me—shaking my thighs again and making me moan.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, thrusting hard. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Derek,” I whispered against his ear, and he let out a breath.
“Say it again,” he ground out, lifting me and slamming me hard against his hips, his rock-hard cock filling me entirely.
“Oh, god,” I cried. “Derek!”
With that, he pushed me against the wall, banging into me three swift times before holding the fourth so deep inside me, I felt his heartbeat pounding. A shiver moved through his body, and he groaned soft and low.
We didn’t move for several moments. He only held me against him, both of us panting hard.
Our location came seeping back to me through the delirium of love-making. We were in a bathroom in a five-star hotel fucking our brains out. This was nuts. I gently pushed against his arms, and he released me. As I lowered my legs, I adjusted my thong. I slid the top of my dress back to its proper location and I smoothed my hair.
I turned to the sink, unsure if I felt insane or fantastic. My legs trembled from exertion and sensation. One thing I couldn’t deny, my fears of ruining the memory of our perfect first time were unfounded. Our second time was even hotter. I turned on the water and touched my fingers under the stream as I listened to him straightening his clothes.
In a moment he was back behind me, bending down to wrap his chiseled arms around my waist and whispering in my ear like before, “Thank you.” Then he kissed the top of my shoulder.
No man had ever thanked me for sex like this, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or if it made me feel like a call girl. I decided to go with the first option. He wasn’t offering me money, after all, just gratitude. It was a gratitude I shared. He fucked me better than anybody had in my entire life.
My eyes met his in the mirror. “Thank you,” I said back.
For a moment our gaze held each other’s. I wasn’t intimidated or afraid anymore, but I was completely bewildered and still not sure what to do with this. I barely knew him, and my situation hadn’t changed. I was not available in any way. Well, except in the way that led to flaming-hot fucks in five-star bathrooms. It was like we were animals or something. Very pampered animals, I supposed. I blinked down as warmth filled my cheeks and turned the water off.
We had to exit, and I wasn’t sure what might be waiting on the other side. Neither of us had attempted to control the volume of our voices. Had someone alerted the management? I wouldn’t even have heard if someone knocked during what just happened.
“Would you like me to go first?” His deep voice spoke to the fears in my mind.
Without answering, I reached forward and flipped the lock back, pulling the handle down and walking out casually. The passage was empty, and I exhaled with relief. No one was waiting outside, no hotel security, and the only persons I saw were hastening in our direction—but not to us, to the bar behind us.
I walked over to the water-fountain on the opposite wall. Just as I reached it, I heard the metallic door open, and I knew Derek was emerging. I stood and wiped my mouth, turning to face him. When my eyes hit his, my chest clenched. My type or not, he was gorgeous. The light blue shirt stretched across the top of his perfect chest made his eyes glow, and his dark, wavy locks were pushed back from his face. He caught my gaze with an expression of true appreciation, and my whole body warmed. What was I doing? For that matter, who was I? I had no answer.
“We should probably head back to the restaurant,” I said as he stepped toward me. “Patrick and Elaine might wonder.”
“I told them I’d be sure you got back to your room safely.”
I nodded, exhaling a short laugh, thinking of Elaine’s plans. “They might actually be glad we’re gone.”