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Call it adrenaline. Call it fate. I don’t care what’s it’s called; I just want to be inside of her.
She jerks her chin to the left. “Stairwell might be faster.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I jog with her by my side, dropping her bags to the floor the second we shut ourselves in the stairwell.
It’s poorly lit and not nearly as nice as a bed, but I can’t wait a second longer. I take my doll and shove her against the wall just hard enough to let her know that I’m not about to play the shining knight role tonight. “You like being watched during sex?”
Melissa inhales with a flash of lust in those hazel eyes. “Not by Lance, but before him, it was a fantasy of mine.”
That’s all I need to know. “No time like the present.” I motion up the stairwell. “Anyone could come down those steps. Anyone might see me tear your clothes off and fuck you senseless.” I kiss her lips, reminding us both how good we are together. “Either I fuck you in the hotel room, or I fuck you right here. Dealer’s choice.”
A thrill widens her eyes. “Are you serious? I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never been offered the chance.”
“Baby, call me your dream come true tonight.”
Melissa doesn’t hesitate another second at my shining offer. She grabs my shirt and jerks me to her, fastening her lips to mine.
I crave the cinnamon taste of her. With lips softer than silk and passion stronger than fire, I don’t give more than a second of hesitation before her hoodie is unzipped and stripped down her arms.
No bra under that pink tank top, and yet it’s still too many layers she’s got on. I’ve been patient long enough.
Should we wait for the hotel room? Probably. She just learned that she was exposed to Lance against her will. But perhaps that’s what fuels this bout of bravery in her. She doesn’t stop me when I slide the tank top over her head, revealing the most perfect set of perky, round tits I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life. A handful, which as it turns out, is the perfect size for my liking.
It wasn’t her choice to be watched before, but she doesn’t seem to care if she’s the shirtless scandal of the stairwell.
My mouth waters at the sight of her in only jeans. I have to taste those perfect tits, so I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking while I salivate for more. I tease the other with my thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching lightly at first, until I hear a breathy moan that tells me I found her sweet spot.
“Giovanni, that’s… Oh, bite it!”
Fuck me, I’ll bite it. I do as she begs, grinning around her nipple that I’ve caught between my teeth. Her face twists at the small jolt of pain, but her fingers twist in my hair, gripping a handful while her body arches against mine.
“Hotel room!” she mutters, her eyes rolled back. “I’m nervous!”
“Fuck that,” I reply after releasing her nipple so I can lick it over and over with the flat of my tongue. I swirl that pretty bud around and around until Melissa’s knees are shaking. “You started this thing by telling me this was your fantasy. I’m not moving from this spot until you’re naked and begging for me.”
My fingers fiddle with the button on her jeans, popping it open so I can shove the fabric down her legs.
She gasps like a damsel in between heavy vixen panting. “Here? Now?”
“Doll, I can’t wait another second.” I kiss her hard, my tongue teasing hers while she steps out of her jeans, shoes and those short underwear shorts. “All this brave knight talk has me harder than a goddamn pole.”
I take a step back because I have her right where I want her. My beautiful doll, standing against the wall, panting for me while fully naked. I love that I have all my clothes on, and she is the helplessly surrendered toy that belongs solely to me. I get to dress and undress her. I get to play with her nipples. I get to decide how naked she is and when.
It’s then that an absolutely wicked idea comes over me.
“Melissa, have you ever been tied up before?”
It’s either the very wrong question to ask or the very right one. Her eyes flash with something I cannot define, so I have no idea if I’ve finally pushed her over her edge of fright, or if she’s about to pounce and take my clothes off.
I kiss her, fully clothed while she is fully nude before me—just as I prefer her.
“I’ve never been tied up before.” She kisses me, and her hand sneaks between us to rub my cock through my pants. “But there’s no time like the present.”
That’s all the green light I need. With my hands on her hips, I angle her toward the stairs and back her onto them, kissing her so deep; I know she will remember this night for the rest of her life.
6
If I had zip ties, that would be simpler but less comfortable for her, so I guess it’s okay that one of her ankles is fastened to the railing with her jeans tied tight, and the other is secured to the opposite railing with her tank top. Her body is splayed on the platform at the top of the steps between the first and second floors, where one staircase pauses before leading to another.
