“My room’s right here.” Thank God it’s directly across from the elevator. I dig the key card from my pocket, swipe it, and push the door open. She doesn’t hesitate. Breezing past me, she heads straight for the bed, lifting herDaddy’s Little Monstertop over her head and revealing her naked skin. No bra.
“Fuck,” I groan because there’s not a single ounce of hesitation in this woman and it’s been a while since I’ve seen a pair of nice tits in person.
Her fingers hook into the waistband of her denim shorts, yanking them down along with her fishnet leggings in one smooth motion. She reaches up, pulling out the two ridiculous pigtails, letting her fire engine red hair tumble down in messywaves—the kind I already know I’ll be fisting while inside her later. And just like that, she’s standing there. Totally naked and I’m completely hard.
She drops back onto the bed, rocking onto her hips and planting her feet on the edge before letting her knees fall wide open, giving me the perfect view of her soaked pussy. What the hell did I do to deserve a night with this woman?
Her hands hook behind her thighs, pulling herself open like she wants me to see every inch of her. And if I thought she might be shy, I should’ve known better from the costume alone. There isn’t a shy bone in her body, and I’m about as desperate for her as a puck is for the back of a net.
I walk to the edge of the bed and drop to my knees at the edge because, frankly, that’s where I belong—at eye level with her glorious, pink, and soaked for me pussy. My fingers trace slow, teasing paths up the insides of her thighs, meeting at the center where I spread her open with two fingers, taking in the way she’s already glistening under the dim, shitty hotel lighting.
What a fucking gift.
It’s been a long damn time since I’ve had a new woman under me, and if I’m being honest, my confidence has been shot to hell these past few years. A woman like Brianna? Gorgeous, mouthy, completely sure of herself? I’m not entirely sure how to handle her without losing my damn mind. Butfuck, there’s a rush in it too. Something sharp and addictive about having someone new beneath my hands.
The hunger hits hard, hot enough that I have to lock every muscle in my body just to keep from taking more than I should. From coming too soon. And Brianna doesn’t make restraint easy. Not when she looks at me like a challenge. Not when she spreads herself out under me like she already knowsexactly what she’s doing to me. Handling a woman this bold, this confident, should probably intimidate me after being out of commission so long. Instead, it makes me feel dangerously alive. Dangerous because this feeling could be addicting.
I clear my throat because I realize it’s too silent in here. Maybe I should put on some music for us.
“You comfortable?”
She props herself up on her elbows, watching me with those sharp green eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I’m fantastic.”
I lower my face, licking a wet, sloppy stripe up her pussy, ending with a slow, messy flick over her clit. My tongue lingers there, exploring, tracing lazy circles around it before moving down across her lips, kissing, savoring, dragging out the tease and enjoying her taste. She tastes sweet and heady, and fuck, I think I’m already addicted to this.
Her legs shift, thighs spreading even wider like she’s silently begging for it, her heels digging into the mattress as her fingers slide into my hair and tighten just enough to keep me exactly where she wants me. Anddammit. You know those little things you miss, the ones you don’t even realize until you have them again? Yeah, this is one of those things. A woman’s fingers in my hair, scratching lightly while I work on pleasing her between her thighs.
I push my tongue inside her, slow at first, tasting just how wet she is all over my mouth and beard, dragging out the moment, soaking up every little twitch of her body.
“What are you doing?” she whispers from above me.
I glance up just enough to meet her gaze.
“I’m taking my time,” I explain like it’s obvious.
Her brows furrow slightly, like she can’t quite process that answer. “But… why?”
Her green eyes are darker now, deep and stormy, more like the forest at nightfall than the bright jade they were back at the bar.
“Because kisses aren’t meant to satisfy,” I tell her, pressing a soft one to one side of her inner thighs then switching to the other before dropping one right on her clit. “They’re meant to leave you wanting more. And I want you to want more before I fuck you, Brianna.”
Her breath catches, her mouth parts just slightly. “Seth…”
I don’t wait for her to finish. I dive back in eagerly. This time, I focus my attention on her clit, flicking over and over while I push two fingers inside her pussy, curling slow and lazy, keeping her open for me. She’s tight, soaking wet, and when I press my palm against the inside of her thighs to keep her still, I feel a whole-body tremor run through her.
“Seth…” she whispers, her voice thinner. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
She moans. Her head tips back against the mattress, and I know she’s getting closer now. I double down, alternating between sucking and flicking at her clit while slipping a third finger inside her, feeling the way her body clenches and grips around me.
“Seth… I’m—I’m close,” she gasps, her voice breaking.
And then I feel it. The forceful contraction of her pussy gripping my fingers, waves rolling through her as she moans, coming hard, her body jerking with each pulse of her orgasm. I keep working her through it, drawing out every tremor, but ease my third finger out to give her some space, letting her come down and have some room to recover.
