“Oh, how I loved this grey one.” The memory was sparked in my mind just before her mouth crashed down onto mine.
The memories burst straight back as our tongues tangled together, raw passion built into this one single moment—a perfect moment where time stood still and where everything seemed to align together. Our duelling pressure grew. Neither of us wanted to be the first to pull away and my hand plucked each pin frantically from of her hair so I could hold the length of her wavy locks. Her nimble fingers teased my hair as our moans and breaths became laboured and heavy, fighting for every bit of oxygen until we brought ourselves back to reality.
“Kara…” I struggled to catch my words.
Words were ineffective and her actions followed shocked me to the core.
She slid her little black thong down her legs, hooked it onto the point of her shoe, and taunted me. “For you sir,” she smirked.
The pure, unadulterated look of desire she gave me, and the confidence she exuded, was killing me knowing I had to honest and discuss that night together and the bet. I knew I should’ve stopped, but she had me caught within her net. The remaining issues could wait until later. It was mutual attraction, and nothing would have deterred us from continuing. Thank God I locked the door.
I picked up the delicate lace underwear and slid it into my trouser pocket, the words, “Thank you,” slipping off my tongue. The look of desired determination intensified between us. Her tongue darted across her lip before she reached forward for my belt. I counted slowly in my head, meticulously, as the metal buckle dropped down and clanged against the zipper. The seconds were torturously long but God she was worth wait.
Kara was intoxicating and addictive. If I stopped, my thoughts would have time to formulate in my head. I’d gathered my reasons to leave. But I wouldn’t be the one leaving this time. Neither would she. As the last pin left her hair, everything changed. She shook her head from side to side and finger-combed her locks. My cock stood to full mast and straining to be released.
I didn’t have to wait long before she took charge and dropped my trousers in one movement, causing my stiffened member to bob up against my stomach. Her hitched breath didn’t go unnoticed. She analysed every part of my body, running her eyes up and down and causing a drop of pre-cum to form.
“I’m not making the same mistake again.” She swiped her thumb across the tip.
“Kara,” I hissed as she placed her thumb into her mouth and sucked hard, keeping her eyes pinpointed on mine. “Fuck, that’s hot, baby.”
“Hmm mmm, and all mine.” She shifted forward, locking her legs around my waist, and wrapping her arms against my neck. Heat radiated from us both and I spun her around, pinning her body to the wall and allowing my hand to trail under her blouse to her breasts: pert and a perfect handful. I wished we were in a more secluded place so I could devour that perfect blank canvas, nipping and sucking away at every part, learning her body. My cock twitched in anticipation.
Kara pleaded and moaned, whimpering into my neck for me to fuck her, and her words screamed to my soul. She released one hand from my neck and grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and found a foil packet, relieving our tensions.
She ripped it open, and I placed the condom on, kissing her before thrusting hard and deep inside and gently nibbling along her collarbone at each invasion. Her frantic movements proved how close she was to releasing her own orgasm as I fucked her, matching her drive until she bit into my shirt and through to my shoulder, sending shockwaves directly to my cock. I came with force.
Breathing laboured and skin flushed, our gazes collided. Kara’s eyes bore into mind whilst I removed the condom and tied it off, ready to dispose of it, as I righted my appearance.
She quickly tied her hair in a ponytail and rearranged her clothes, throwing a scrutinising glare my way as I grabbed the piece of paper from the photocopier. My mouth watered all over again.
“Beautiful.” I slid it into my pocket.
“Is it? You finally won you bet after all this time.” She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind.
“Wait…” But it was too late. She was gone, and yet again hadn’t allowed me to give any explanation.
“Fuck.”
Chapter10
Kara
What the fuck had I done?
I stormed out of that room as fast as my legs could carry me and straight in the direction of the reception, playing dumb and hoping Andrea would buy the stomach bug excuse I was about to throw at her. Only one problem flew to the forefront of my mind: I looked like I had been thoroughly fucked, and I couldn’t deny that fact.
I was intercepted before I reached Andrea. Daniel’s eyes scoured over me. He managed to read every emotion written across my face as his jaw ticked.
“Logan?”
I felt tears forming as my head nodded.
“Go home; I will talk to him. See you tomorrow,” he curtly stated, as if attempting to maintain his cool, before storming back in the direction he’d come from, obviously in search of the aforementioned man.
After a hot, restful bath and some attempted relaxation, I was unable to halt the replaying of the amazing sex with Logan from my mind. I should’ve done the responsible thing and discussed the situation that had divided us first, but my damn attraction to the guy had made me lose control. I shouldn’t have shouted my mouth and blamed him again, but I hadn’t been able to stand being in the same space after it dawned on me how intense my feelings actually were.
Embarrassment had eaten away at me for so long about the fuck up I had made in the past with Logan.