Thankfully, he settles that issue the moment we move into the elevator, pulling my chest into his, one hand sliding down to grab my ass as he looks over my shoulder. He presses a button for his floor, then steps, moving both of us until my back is pressed to the cold metal of the elevator. I gasp with the movement, but it’s swallowed quickly as his lips fall to mine before the elevator doors even close.
That’s when I learn I was right. This man cankiss.
It’s not tentative or soft or sweet, not the first kiss of a man trying to make a lasting impression. It’s the kiss of a desperate man, filled with want and need and lust and everything I absolutely needed him to give me in this moment. He’s tall, and I have to tip my head back a bit to deepen the kiss, my tongue dipping out to run over his bottom lip. He groans into the kiss, his hand tightening on my ass and his other hand sliding into my hair, holding me tighter. My hands move to his neck, holding him close as his lips part, as his own tongue comes out to slide into my mouth.
When the elevator dings, he pulls back, a bit disoriented, which I’m contented to see—at least it’s not just me. He glances up to confirm the floor as the doors slide open, then steps away from me, twining his fingers with mine as he tugs me out of the elevator and down a hall. We’re silent as he pulls out his keycard and as we walk into what I realize is one of the townhouse-style apartments. He locks the door behind us, then continues to pull me through and up a flight of stairs until we’re at a bedroom,a giant bed in the center with large windows overlooking the ocean. I don’t have time to take in anything else because the next thing I know, my back is to a wall, pinned there by his hard body.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans before crashing his lips to mine. It’s filled with aching desire, as if whatever neutral mask he normally wears is completely fractured now that he has me alone. His hand is moving beneath the shirt I’m wearing, large, warm hands moving along bare skin of my waist.
“I want you,” I murmur, my head dropping to press kisses on his neck as his hands move to tug my shirt up. I’ve never been so brazen, so honest with a man, much less one I just met. I’ve never evenkisseda man I barely knew, much less agreed to go up to a hotel room with him. In college, Claire and I would go out, party, and have fun, but I never fooled around; I enjoyed commitment far too much to be into playing the field.
But right here, right now, with Graham’s fingers digging into my hips, with his hard body pressed against mine, I can’t think of anything I want more in this world than to be with him.
My tee is over my head and tossed to the floor, and I toe off my sneakers as his lips return to mine. His hands make quick work of my bra before gliding down to my hips, then to my ass, gripping and lifting me so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He presses into me, his hardness settling between my legs, grinding as his lips graze down my neck. I moan, my head falling to the side to give him more access as my hips move with a mind of their own, seeking more friction. He chuckles low in my neck, and for a fleeting moment, I’m disappointed can’t see the entertained look I’m sure is there.
“Needy?”
“Very,” I groan, trying to pull his face to mine for a kiss. He acquiesces, and I catch the very hint of a smile before his lips are on mine again. My nipples are hard, and the friction of his dress shirt against them is exquisite torture. When he steps backfrom the wall, cradling me in his arms, my belly flips, and my center tightens as he steps toward the bed. After a moment, he tosses me onto it, then tugs down my shorts and underwear until I’m lying on his bed, fully naked, while he stands over me, fully dressed.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans. “Knees up, spread. Show me what you’re going to give me.”
Holy fucking shit.
I never thought a demand like that, much less a man telling me I’m going to give him something, would be hot, but with the burning look in his eyes, there’s no other option. I do as he asks, planting my feet in the bed and spreading my legs, my pussy on display for him. When his eyes lock there, his fingers fumble on the button as he lets in a ragged breath, and suddenly, I realize I’m into it not because he has the power right now, but because I do.
I can’t think of anything more powerful or erotic than knowing that the merelookof me turns him on so much that he can barely work a button. It makes me feel brave and sexy and wanted in a way I’ve never experienced before, and my hand trails between my legs, parting my center and sliding over my clit.
“Yeah, just like that. Play while I get undressed. Give me a show,” he murmurs, and I moan. I fight to keep my eyes open despite the pleasure, because I want to watch him undress, see the impact watching me has on him. I slide a finger inside of myself, gathering wet beefore pulling it out and circling my clit. All the while, his eyes watch with rapt attention. It takes a minute or two for him to unbutton his shirt, take off his tee, his belt, and finally his pants and boxer briefs. The entire time, I play with myself, eyes locked on Graham. When he’s finally undressed, he goes into a drawer and grabs a condom, tossing it onto the bed before he moves to his knees at the edge of the bed.Then, he wraps his hands around my hips firmly and tugs me to the end of the bed. I let out a small squeal, but it melts into a loud moan when, without warning, his tongue flattens along my center, licking me from entrance to clit, where he sucks hard. I let out a loud shout of pleasure, already teetering on the edge from playing with myself.
His fingers slide into me, and I moan, my hips shifting as his tongue and lips move on my clit, sucking and licking. He pulls back and gives me a heated look. “That’s it, baby, that’s it, June. Take what you need from me. Come on my face and my fingers so I can fuck you out of my system.”
I blink at his words, realizing that just like me, he’s been thinking about our brief, momentary interaction for the last week. Something about that makes the moment fire hotter, and my hand moves down, taking in his wavy hair between my fingers, and tugging him back down to my pussy. He groans at my brazen move, and I moan louder when it vibrates agains against my clit.
I ride his face then, lost in the feeling of his fingers deep inside of me, stretching me, his mouth on my center, giving me everything I need. I could do this all day, teeter on this near-painful ledge, and I know somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, when this man is long gone and this night is just a memory, it will keep me warm at night. That’s the thought that has my hand pressing his face into me a bit further, getting a rougher touch and a deep thrust of his fingers before I shatter.
I come, moaning his name, my fingers twining in his hair as I arch my back. He goes into me, the vibrations extending my release even as I come down from my high.
“My turn,” I mumble when he pulls back, sitting on his heels and giving me an approving look. I’m dazed, and my legs are shaky. “Let me suck you off.” The sound that leaves his lips ispart moan, part regretful laugh, a sound that makes my pussy tighten despite the recent hard orgasm.
“No need,” he says.
“I know. But I want to.” I move to my legs but nearly fall, seeing as they’re still wobbly.
“Next time,” he mumbles, pushing me back gently until I’m lying on my back, and he climbs up until his body is hovering over mine. His lips press to the sensitive spot between my neck and my jaw, and my breath hitches. “Next time you can suck me off, okay, lady luck?”
lady luck.
That’s hot.
I don’t bother to tell him there won’t be a next time. Not with him only in town for a conference, and with me living in Seaside Point. Instead, as I stay in the moment, fully living whatever exciting new experience the universe has decided to gift me with, Graham rolls a condom over his thick cock.
He lines himself up with my entrance, pressing kisses along the bare skin on my neck as he goes, and by the time he’s made it to my lips, I’ve completely forgotten about anything but him and the way I feel in this moment.
FIVE
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, something heavy lying over my chest. Blinking at the white ceiling, I attempt to remember where I am and how I got here. When I shift, the weight on my chest tightens, pulling me back into a hard chest.
Looking down my body, I note I’m in a T-shirt that is not mine, and when I look over my shoulder, I realize the chest I’m being pulled into is bare, and the face is that of Graham Hawthorne, the man I met in a convenience store and then on the boardwalk. The man I went home with last night, and who fucked me twice before we both passed out.
