He presses his body against mine and I feel him hard against my belly.His hand is still painfully tangled in my hair while he skims his other hand down my body to grip my buttocks, squeezing hard.I let out a whimper.He now grips my ass with his two hands and lifts me up without breaking the kiss.I wrap my legs around him for stability, dimly aware of him walking out of the gym.
When he puts me down, we are standing in front of the walk-in shower in the suite.I look up at him.His eyes are on me, pensive, indecipherable.Like he is trying to figure out what to do with me.
“Dark?”I ask him tentatively.I know running will be futile.My heart is hammering wildly in my chest and I’m lightheaded.He unbuttons my pants and undresses me with slow deliberate movements, not saying anything.Then he turns me around and I hear him lowering his shorts and boxers.
He steers us into the shower stall and turns on the water.When he is satisfied with the temperature, he maneuvers us under the stream and grabs a sponge to wash both of us, my back plastered to his front.He drags his hands over my heated skin to my breasts, caressing them and pinching the nipples until they are hard.My breathing becomes ragged and I can feel his cock pressed against my lower back.His touch becomes more forceful on my nipples and I cry out.He glides his right hand down to my pussy and he starts stroking my clit with a mastery that has me panting.He inserts a finger in my channel all the while massaging my clit with his palm and I have to grip his thighs behind me to steady myself.My head is bent backward in ecstasy and I moan when I feel his teeth graze the side of my neck.
His harsh voice snaps me out of my daze.“Such a wanton slut, are you?”
In one movement he has me turned toward him, his hand gripping the back of my neck and his lips smashed against mine in a punishing kiss.
Once he leans back, his dark gaze bores into mine and he growls.“Show me.Show me what a good girl you are.”He crowds me against the stall wall until there is no room to move back then he pushes my shoulders down.I find myself on my knees before him, his cock inches from my mouth, caged in between the wall and his thighs.My breath is ragged and I gulp.His cock is thick and long, fully erect, the veins bulging.
Dazed, I lick my lips.
He captures my jaw in his iron grip and I look up at him.His eyes are blazing with lust, their intensity consuming me.I look down at his cock again and I tentatively wrap my fingers around the base.Then I lick the tip and he groans like he is in pain.
“Goddamnit, sweetheart, you’re killing me.”
Empowered, I lick again, then I take him into my mouth, trying to get him as deep as I can.His breath comes out in a vicious hiss.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to move back.”
I look up and nod.His cock is like velvet under my tongue.I suck and lap at him, feeling a blistering heat coil in my belly.My head is bobbing up and down as I take him in deeper, choking on his size.But still I want more, need more.I want all of him, I want him to unravel, to surrender his control to me.I snake my left hand around him to dig my fingernails into his buttocks, pulling him even deeper in, and his incoherent groans are all I need as encouragement.“That’s it, sweetheart.Just like this.Fuck, your mouth feels so good.I can’t… I won’t…”
He grabs the sides of my head and he starts thrusting deep into my throat.My first instinct is to recoil, my gag reflex kicking in.But I try to relax my throat, breathing in and out with the punishing rhythm he sets.I suck harder, wrapping my tongue around him while he pounds into my mouth until my eyes water.His raspy voice fills the shower stall.“Fuuck, you’re gonna make me…” He pushes deep and roars as his hot cum shoots down my throat.I swallow every last drop.
His breath is coming out in ragged puffs when I look up at him.His eyes are frenzied, his pupils blown.He catches my face with his hand and we stay with our eyes locked for eons.
Then, with a growl, he hauls me up and kisses me like his life depends on it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lily
I groggily open my eyes and see that it is still—or again?—daytime.If I had to guess by the angle of the light streaming in through the window, it was late afternoon.
The man is seriously messing with my circadian rhythm.I groan and bury my face in the pillows.
He was relentless in the shower.After he came down my throat he went on his knees, threw my leg over his shoulder and ate me out like a starving man before he bent me over with my hands on the wall and pounded into me from behind.Then he washed my hair and toweled me dry before throwing me on the bed and going for round two.
At some point, he brought in a tray with food that we shared, then he was inside me again and again, until I passed out.
I get up, wrap myself in the sheet and go to the bathroom.When I come out, he is sitting on the bed, fully dressed in black jeans and a black tight-fitted T-shirt that wraps around his muscles like a second skin.If I thought that suits made him look good, the jeans-and-T-shirt look takes my breath away.
I tear my eyes from his torso and drag them to his face, only to find him smirking at me.I frown.
“Get dressed.We are going out tonight.”
I gasp in excitement, my annoyance gone.“We are?Where are we going?”
“Having dinner, nothing fancy.Wear something comfortable.”
Despite myself, I let out an excited squeal and run into the closet to get ready.I am getting out at last!
* * * *
An hour later, we are sitting in his car.He is driving, and it oddly feels like a date.I am wearing slim-fit jeans with a cute short-sleeved blouse in deep red and a black leather jacket.My hair is hanging in loose waves down my back and I’ve put on minimal makeup.
