The bristles of his beard scratched across my skin as he pressed his lips to the crook of my neck. Unconsciously, I stretched it out, inviting him in, letting his touch draw me away and cloud my mind with lust over my worries.
“You’re right,” I rasped. “I don’t want to think anymore.”
His jeans did nothing to contain the hard cock that I could feel pressed against the top curve of my ass, the thin towel that was covering me allowing me to feel everything he was offering.
“If I can help you be free of that shit in your head for one moment,” he whispered, his lips gliding across my skin, his words sounding strangely familiar, “… then that’s what I’ll fucking do.”
Callused fingers threaded through my hair, tugging it playfully, pulling my head back against his chest. Then with one sharp tug, the towel I’d been holding onto for dear life was sent flying across the room, hitting the wall with a loud slap and falling to the ground.
I drew in a sharp breath, my skin which had been warmed by the shower now assaulted by cold air.
I’d never felt this exposed.
I was completely comfortable with being naked, putting my body on show, but Eagle was drawing out emotions that were so foreign. His touch delighted my body in ways that I’d never imagined with the other guys in the club, it was more intense than our escapades in the shower last night at the other hotel.
Every movement, every touch, I wanted more.
His free hand settled on my hip as he continued to hold me captive against his chest. His thumb kneaded at my lower back, pressing into the muscle and drawing in slow circles, which pulled a satisfied sigh from my mouth.
The hand in my hair loosened, slipping down my neck and over my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire as it moved down my body. I tried to turn, raising my hand to Eagle’s face, searching for his mouth.
He allowed the movement, and I used the opportunity to rise up, just as I pulled his mouth to mine, and the minute our lips touched the fire ignited, and we burst into flames.
My arms hooked around his neck as I devoured him, his kiss offering me an escape into bliss.
Eagle dipped, his mouth never leaving mine as he grabbed my ass and lifted me off the ground. Instinctually my legs went around his waist, and my center came into contact with the buckle of his belt causing me to gasp.
“Shit! That’s cold!”
He just chuckled as he moved our bodies over to the bed and leaned forward, letting me drop down onto the cloud-like mattress. Just when I expected him to follow, he paused, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pressing the screen a few times before holding it to his ear.
I narrowed my eyes and sat up. “Um… are you calling a damn pizza or something?” I asked in frustration, my body electrified and craving his touch. My pussy was already wet, my clit throbbing as it begged for some kind of attention, and this guy was on the phone?
He held up one finger to shush me, and my mouth fell open. “Hey, you’re gonna have to miss story time tonight, Sky’s gonna be a little preoccupied,” he said into the phone with a smirk. “She can tell you tomorrow, tonight she’s mine.”
Those words.
Fuck me.
Like seriously, as if I wasn’t already ready to leap on him like an animal in heat. Scooting to the edge of the bed where he was standing, I made quick work of his belt buckle and zipper, pulling it open just enough to see the dark hair hidden beneath.
“Tomorrow,” he growled sharply before hanging up the phone and tossing it over onto the couch where it bounced twice before landing on the floor. “A pizza?” he asked.
“It was the first thing that came to mind,” I responded, looking up at him and fluttering my eyelashes as I innocently removed his hard cock from his pants. “I don’t know about you, but I am kinda hungry.”
I squeezed the shaft tightly, and he inhaled sharply through his nose, his lips still pressed tightly together as if he was trying to keep control. It wouldn’t last long, though.
My tongue snaked out, lapping at the head of his cock, just a taste. His skin was so smooth and soft, I couldn’t help but hum softly in appreciation. I let my tongue trail his entire length, from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head before starting again. My heart raced faster with every second that passed, his fingers twisting a stray piece of my hair as he watched me suck him into my mouth, slowly taking as much as I could before pulling back and licking him again.
The noises he made in his throat were low and approving, spurring me on. His fists clenched at his sides as I used both my hand and my mouth to please him, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm with my mouth.
“Touch yourself,” he finally said, and I didn’t waste a second, using one hand on his cock while I slipped the other between my legs. I spread them wide, and he leaned a little to the side, his eyes now moving past my face, to where I was dipping my fingers inside myself before bringing the moisture up to my clit.
I hummed softly in delight while I swallowed him back, my clit lighting up at the much-needed attention, instantly making me want to come.
His hand abruptly shot up and gripped a handful of my hair. He held me still, his cock halfway down my throat. “Damn it,” he cursed, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling as I tried not to gag. When he finally let go, he stumbled back out of my grip.
I was left sitting at the edge of the bed, my fingers still strumming at my clit, my body buzzing. My eyes lit up when he grabbed the neck of his shirt at the back and pulled it over his head, tossing it in the direction my towel had landed.