Page 12 of Hot Times in Heart Falls, Vignettes Vol 3

He broke away, eyes shining down at her. “There somebody you want to send a note to, darlin'? We’re headed to the Heart Falls motel, room fourteen. My name's Aiden Skye—sky with an e—they’ve got all my info at the check-in.”

“Safe and consensual. Very sexy.” Petra wasn't about to message any of her usual friends or contacts, but thankfully, with her IT skills, staying safe was simple enough. She pulled out her phone and set up an alert. She snapped a picture of Aiden and added it to the text.

He didn't need to know that nothing would go out unless she didn't shut off the alert in the morning.

It wasn't as if she wanted anyone to come looking for her before then anyway.

She tucked her phone away, grabbed him by the collar, hovering her lips just over his. “Details mostly done. Condom. We will use one.”

He chuckled, stroking his knuckles down the line of her jaw. “Oh, ye of little faith. I have more than one, and we’ll use them all.”

Petra laughed. “Good thing I've been doing my exercises.”

He took her mouth again, and this time it wasn't one of the needy but teasing ones like on the dance floor. This was hunger and possession, toe curling and electrifying.

When he straightened slightly, elbows leaning on the wall on either side of her head, heavy exhales escaped his lips in rapid succession, and there was a slightly dazed expression in his eyes. “Holy shit, woman. You are going to rock my⁠—”

She wiggled out from under him, caught him by the wrist, and pulled him down the street. “Less talking, more walking,” she ordered.

It still took fifteen minutes to complete the five-minute walk. He tugged her to a stop, slid his hand to the back of her waist, and pulled their bodies into full contact as he kissed her slow and deliberately. A moment later, when Petra spotted what she thought was a familiar car coming down the road, she drew Aiden with her into the shadows beside the drugstore. This time he was against the building, grinning down at her. She pressed up against him and curled a hand around the back of his neck to bring their mouths in contact.

When he finally held his key card to the hotel door and it sprang open, Petra barely had time to glance around the neatly arranged room. A small duffle bag sat on the dresser, and a coat hung from the hook on the wall.

Then Aiden was between her and the view, his devilish smile lighting her up and giving her even more dangerous ideas.

“Your lips are damn addictive,” he said huskily. “I'm kind of scared to take a taste of the rest of you because there might be no coming back from this.”

She planted a hand on his chest, hurriedly undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Ditto.”

A wild scramble ensued. Petra didn't remember ever being so on fire for someone. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and he lifted her dress over her head. Her bra was off in an instant, and he swore softly as his hands came up to cup her breasts.

As good as it felt to have him squeezing and teasing, his fingertips brushing circles over her nipples, the ache between her legs grew more insistent, as if there were a timer involved. She undid his jeans button and slid down the zipper, then found herself rising in the air and carried to the bed. Pants stripped away, shoes tossed aside, Aiden did the world's fastest strip, and then they were together on the bed, naked skin to naked skin, his hands roaming over her with an urgency she felt as well.

He slipped his fingers between her legs as he put their lips together and kissed her.

There was nothing but sensation. The hot fire of the kiss and the demanding touch, his fingers playing over her clit. Stroking, teasing, and driving her upward until she hovered on the edge, ready to tip too quickly, too soon.

“Let go, Petra. I'll make you feel good over and over. All night. I got this.”

Petra rocked her hips into his touch, and he pressed a little harder as she broke. Pleasure radiated out from her core, and she arched her entire body against his.

Before she was anywhere near done, he was there, condom in place, tip at her core. He cupped her chin bringing her eyes to his. “Yes?”

“Yes. Now.”

He slipped in. Not a pounding thrust, but a slow, relentless conquering that set off a series of aftershocks. When Aiden cursed, smile on his lips, she laughed, lifting her legs around his hips to draw him deeper into her body. “Harder. Do it,” she demanded.

Aiden obliged. He set up a rhythm, connecting them over and over, not too fast, not too slow. He leaned on his left elbow, lifting off her body enough for room to ease his hand back down her torso, playing with her breasts so perfectly Petra gasped in the rush of sensation.

He slipped his hand between her legs, perfectly aligned so that the additional contact with her clit made her orgasm flare again. She didn't think it had ever stopped.

“I'd ask if it was good, but you feel like fucking heaven.”

“No, you're fucking Petra,” she teased, gasping as he pinched her clit, and suddenly she was unable to speak or tease or do anything except to contain a scream. Pleasure brushed over her, so big and insistent there was no chance of her controlling it. She dug her heels into his butt and accepted the pleased grin on his face as his due.

The spark in his eyes got wilder, and his pace picked up, desperation gliding over his expression until he jerked to a stop, head thrown back, body rigid.

Inside her, Petra felt his cock jerk, felt the tension of his pleasure in the rigid muscles of his body under her fingers as they clung together through every last pulse of the orgasm.