“Michael.” Lauren lets out a breathless moan when my hardening length rubs against her. I need to get her to a bed where I can feel her skin against mine, be bare with this amazing woman in and out.
“Don’t move,” I order. Placing Lauren back on the ground and pulling up my pants, I practically run to the reception, and, after taking the executive suite for the night, I rush back to Lauren, stopping short of throwing her over my shoulder.
“Top floor, how fancy.” Lauren grins at me when we’re in the elevator, and those green-brown eyes full of teasing mischief cause my inhibitions to go flying out the window.
I back her up against the elevator wall and claim her mouth, thrusting my tongue deep into it, the faint taste of champagne still lingering, if from my breath or hers I can’t tell, and I grind into Lauren, reveling at how the public setting of it all seems to turn her on like crazy. Her hands are already undoing my pants again, and I have to grab her wrists and pin them to her sides, or we’ll never make it to the room.
“Are you going to take all of me tonight, Michael?” Lauren is looking at me with so much hunger I can only curse myself that I didn’t take a cheap room on a lower floor. “Every corner, every hole, with your fingers and your mouth and with your big hard cock?”Damn, she has really gotten the hang of dirty talk.
I grab her buttocks and squeeze them. “I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow, Lauren. Is that what you want?”
“Just tomorrow?”
The elevator doors open just as I’m about to lose whatever self-restraint I still have, which wasn’t much to begin with considering my somewhat inebriated and very turned-on state, and this time I don’t hesitate to throw her over my shoulder and haul her to the suite, her delighted squeal and ensuing laughter bringing a smile to my face.
I don’t know what good karma I managed to gain during my sorry existence that I crossed paths with this wild, insatiable, unbelievable woman, but I am thanking the stars that I found her, if only for a few weeks.
* * *
Lauren
“Lore.” Michael’s deep voice caresses me, and I burrow deeper into the softness of the bed with a contented sigh. “Time to wake up, Rockstar.”
“I don’t wanna,” I whine, and Michael laughs, rubbing my shoulder with his large soft palm.
“I ordered breakfast.”
I crack an eye open. “Bacon?”
He chuckles. “And pastries.”
“Okay, I’m awake.” I sit up, taking the covers with me, promptly dropping my head onto Michael’s shoulder, scooching into his arms for my morning cuddles, noting with disappointment that he didn’t wait for me to shower.
“I, uh, also asked for the day after pill.” He sounds almost apologetic as he embraces me. “They are very discreet with their VIP clients.”
“Experience?” I mumble into his shirt, hoping my sleep-addled voice is enough to mask the jealousy.
“Not of this specific variety, but yes.” I look up at Michael with a small smile, his fingers smoothing up and down my arm, sending tingles through my body. And just when I’m sure he’s about to kiss me, he stands. “I’ll make you coffee while you shower.”
“Um, okay.” I hold the sheets tighter against my skin at his command to basically get lost, slowly standing and stretching out my aching muscles, delicious pain spreading everywhere. Even my jaw feels overworked. “You did a crap job last night, by the way,” I throw at him over my shoulder as I make my way to the bathroom. “I can still walk.”
His laughter is the last thing I hear before I shut the door and brush my teeth.
“Fucking hairspray,” I grumble as I pull out the million pins holding up my hair and go about the dainty task of trying to rinse the sticky, hard substance off my head, swearing non-stop as I attempt to work apart the globs of strands stuck together.What in the blazes did Giselle use?
“Let me.” Michael’s low and gruff voice startles me, but his strong fingers weaving into my hair to tenderly massage my scalp quickly calm me. He works the shampoo in, pleasant currents trickling from the top of my head down to the pit of my stomach.
A low moan escapes me when the tip of his hardened length bumps against my back.
“What’s one more time, right?” he whispers, guiding me to the spray of water to wash the foam off, his freed hands covering my breasts and playing with my nipples, plucking at the hard peaks before bowing his head to take one into his mouth.
“Yes.” My chest pushes forward, hands tunneling into Michael’s wet hair, trying to pull him closer.
Michael’s lips touch mine featherlight. “Let’s get you on a bed, Rockstar.” His warm breath caresses my face, and his lips graze mine with every word, the intimate proximity causing my heart to flutter.
Strong arms surround me and lift me with ease. My legs wrap around his tapered waist on instinct, and the press of his smooth wet skin pressed against mine has me feeling empty and desperate to have him fill me.
My mouth finds his, and I kiss him with urgency, breaking the contact just to issue a plea. “Need you inside me, Mikey.”