Suite 269 Part 12

Pushing off the wall, he walked us further down the hallway and kicked open the next door.

A bed.

My back was instantly against the mattress, his fingers gripping hard against my hips and his c.o.c.k sliding up against my wetness. I'd never been so wet in my life. "Ah, Lex...this feels..."

I squeezed my eyes shut. The way his feverish whispers fell against my ears and the way his hands gripped my hips desperately, was too intense. Too beautiful to even watch. The way he slid his heaviness over me, it was too beautiful to feel. The sensation curled and spiraled in my core and a strange heat bloomed out heavy in my chest. Over and over, he rocked his hips slowly against me, brushing his erection over me, teasingly.

"Open those gorgeous eyes, Lex," he said, sliding his fingers under my chin and angling my face up toward him until I opened my eyes. His jaw tightened as he paused his movements then slowly sank the head of his c.o.c.k between my thighs. "So G.o.dd.a.m.n wet," he whispered as he raised himself up on one arm and tilted his gaze down between us to watch. I arched up and cried out into his chest as he pushed himself deeper inside me. His low gasp in my ear as he thrust into me made the edges of my vision blur. I couldn't remember a time when the feel of a man filled me so much and so deeply. He leaned his head down into the crook of my neck and bit down softly with a slow ragged breath, then buried himself into me over and over again.

Words and grunts tumbled through our lips-the room filled with soft breaths, wet sounds, gasps, and delicious moans. He kissed me as deep as he f.u.c.ked me and with the same brutal intensity. I couldn't get enough of him, I needed him deeper and harder and faster and he gave it all to me.

A tight, uncontrollable ache began building inside me. It burned through my veins and spread across the skin of my thighs, tightening and tensing every muscle until it bit into every last nerve ending I had. Thick hands threaded through my hair and fisted it tightly, pulling my head back, his mouth devouring mine. Heat surged up through my lower belly and an intense wave of pleasure started building deep inside me. "James," I whispered frantically into his mouth. I was so close. So close to exploding around him. I pressed my fingertips deeper into his back and locked my ankles tightly around him.

"I feel you, Lex," he said, slowing down his body into long, languid thrusts. That made it worse, the sensation of pleasure and hot-coiled need. It made me desperate to come, yet I lingered on the edge of it, feeling the spiraling ache get slowly bigger and bigger. "Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes when you come on my c.o.c.k," he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice. His words tore at my flesh, knocked the wind out of me, making me utterly breathless. The sensation pulsed and throbbed and ached so intensely, tears welled at my eyes. It was never like this. Never like this.

My v.a.g.i.n.a literally exploded.

I clawed into his back and cursed out his name. And he didn't stop. No, he rode me through it, jaw locked tight, eyes fixed on mine, until my chest was ripped open and my heart was torn right out. He thrust in deep, hard strokes until I was tightening and contracting in insane pulses around him, and he was grinding his teeth and bucking violently above me, coming so hard and violently I came again.

We lay there, eyes fixed on each other, a long moment of silence stretching out between us. My heart rate slowed and my body calmed...our expressions probably identical. I never knew s.e.x could be like that. Something deep in my chest tingled; heat bloomed and spread out. Jameson hesitantly reached up and gently stroked his fingers through my hair. I crawled closer into him as he curled a strand of my hair around his finger. He slowly closed in and brushed his lips over mine. I'd never even been kissed like that before.

This wasn't going to end well, was it?

In three weeks, I was going to be absolutely head over heels in love with my boss and it was going to be completely one-sided.

15.

Jameson

"I hereby elect myself the supreme s.e.xual humpetarian. Ladies form one line, please. Let me show you how it should be done." @Kavon #HumptasticMorning #FoundMyFavoritev.a.g.i.n.a #c.o.c.ksmith We slept in separate rooms the first night. I needed time away from her-from the s.e.xy smell of her skin and the taste of her lips. I watched television until midnight. I even read all the tourism brochures that were placed in the desk drawers. All while holding her fantasy list in my hand and remembering the way her body tightened and loosened around me as she came. The scene was on instant replay in my mind the whole night. I felt her list crumple inside my fist, my face a tight mask of what the f.u.c.k just happened. I can still hear her small gasps and breathy moans in my head, I can still see the shocked looked on her face after she came-and the way she covered herself with the sheets self-consciously afterward. The worst was the G.o.dd.a.m.n pang in my chest when I left her in bed, and how I stumbled out of that room, lips tight, shoulders tense, sharp inhales-wondering where the h.e.l.l I just lost control of this entire situation.

I'd slept with a lot of women.

A lot.

Not one of those experiences could come close to what I just had with Lexa.

Not one.

That was some heavy s.h.i.t. So heavy, I decided the best thing to do was fill the next day with a bunch of touristy things for honeymooners to try to get my d.i.c.k to stop thinking it was going to permanently move in to Lexa.

That plan fell to c.r.a.p, because no matter where we went or what we did, I couldn't keep my d.a.m.ned hands off her. The way she smiled up at me and the touch of her soft lips on mine-one small touch, just one small look, and I instantly felt it ache in my groin.

By the afternoon, I was s.e.xually frustrated and the locals were warning us about a small storm. Lexa didn't even bat her lashes; she dipped her feet into the lapping waters of the ocean and waited for the swell of the storm.

When the skies suddenly opened up and it finally rained, she spread out her arms and twirled in the downpour. With her blouse instantly soaked with rain, she held her head back and laughed. I watched, sipping a beer. I've never known anyone else like her. We made our way back over the rainy beach to our villa and she twirled the whole way, kicking up the soft, wet sand.

"Do you want to shower before dinner?" she asked me, rain-soaked and smiling as we walked through the balcony doors.

"No," I said.

"Couples ma.s.sage?"

"No," I repeated, stepping closer to her. The wet fabric of the shirt clung to her skin, her dark hair wildly plastered in thick, wet strands across her cheeks.

Her eyes questioned me, fixing on me, wondering. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and the rain pounded down over our heads, drumming noisily into the slats of the roof. But, looking at her soaked body, it suddenly didn't feel cool any longer. No. Instead, a slow, thick electric sort of charge heated up around us.

She wiped the wet hair off her face to get a better look at me. "You okay, Jameson?" She stepped past me and smiled. Her shirt was completely see-through now; her rose tipped nipples peeking out had me gritting my teeth.

"Number one," I said darkly.

Her steps faltered. She looked at me over her shoulder with wide eyes. "Number one?" she asked no louder than a whisper. s.h.i.t, she was scared. Why did she always feel so insecure? She was confident in everything else but this.

"Bed. Now." My words were curt. Demanding.

There was no hesitation. She went.

I tore off my suit jacket. It splattered damply to the floor. Quickly, I unb.u.t.toned my shirt and loosened my tie. I was going to use the tie.

The tie and my belt.

And a pocketknife.

I was going to make her know exactly how her body-her s.e.xuality-could make a man feel.

She was standing at the foot of the bed when I walked in after her. She looked lost, shoulders trembling, water dripping from her hair.

"Lay down. Stretch your hands over your head."

Her eyes widened a fraction, yet she did exactly as I said.

I quickly buckled my belt around her wrists, pinning them together, and then tied the belt to the frame of the bed. I couldn't hide my smile when the sound of her breathing quickened into heavy, whispered gasps or when her thighs rubbed together and squeezed.

Man, she was beautiful. Soft and smooth, flawed yet perfect. Perfect.

Her back arched slightly and her shirt rode up. The smooth expanse of her stomach peeked out and the muscles of her arms and legs defined themselves sharply just under her skin as she strained with tension. Crimson streaks crawled out across her cheeks, and her belly and chest rose and fell heavily with the excited rhythm of her breathing.

She wasn't just beautiful-she was absolutely stunning.

Pulling open the blade of my knife, I hovered over her and slid it carefully between my teeth, biting down.

Slowly, I unb.u.t.toned her shirt and pulled the wet material away from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s shuddered and trembled. Her pink nipples puckered and hardened. Then I slid her skirt slowly over the curve of her hips and thighs. Her small, gasping breaths filled the room. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Don't close your eyes," I said, deliberately running my index finger from the tip of her chin to the indent of her belly b.u.t.ton. "Watch me look at you. Watch my eyes and feel them. Feel how beautiful I think you are." I swallowed hard as I circled her belly with the pad of my fingertips. "Enjoy your pleasure. It's okay to like it. To want it."

My eyes ran down her body. Curves and dips. Smooth and silky. I pulled the blade of the knife and very lightly slipped it under the thin elastic of her panties.

Then sawed through them.

Her breathing became heavier.

Once she was completely bared to me, I placed the knife on the nightstand and kissed the small patch of pale freckles that spotted her upper thighs.

I shifted my attention higher and closed my mouth over one of the rosy-tipped nipples that I couldn't stop looking at-thinking about-dreaming about. Her head pressed back into the mattress and her back arched upward. I chuckled low, rolled my tongue around the tightened skin, and softly grazed my teeth over it.

"Tell me what you want, Lex."

A small shaky gasp escaped past her lips and her cheeks blush a deeper red.

I flicked my tongue hard against her in quick, small laps until she was twisting her back for more. "Baby, this is all about being able to live out your fantasies."

"I told you them," she panted as I trailed my hand back down over her belly and headed further down. My fingers stopped right above her c.l.i.t and I teased her by brushing my index finger with barely enough pressure. She squirmed her body up higher.

"Huh uh. You wrote them," I said, pressing my finger down and making tiny circles against her swollen flesh. "What was number one, again? I need words. Don't be scared, Lex. I'll give you what you ask for."

When she didn't answer, I stilled my fingers and lifted them away from her skin. She needed to be able to tell me what she wanted. She needed her voice heard.

She whimpered softly and looked at me with pleading eyes.

I shook my head and blew against her inner thighs. "Tell me."

"R...ravish me. Dominate me," her words were full of shame. Why should any woman be ashamed to tell a man what she wanted? "S...spank me. Take me hard and fast."

The moment her voice ceased I flipped her body around. The belt twisted around with her wrists still tied together. With her facedown on the bed, I yanked roughly up on her hips to lift her a.s.s into the air. d.a.m.n, I loved that a.s.s. It was pale and trembling, and when I slapped it with the palm of my hand, I watched in rapt desperation as the shape of my hand reddened over her skin.

A moan ripped out of the back of her throat.

I smelled her arousal from where I knelt on the bed. It was mouthwatering, making me delirious-ravenous. I spread the flesh of her a.s.s wide and leaned forward, breathing her in. Then I touched my lips against her skin-soft, smooth, and slick with desire. A deep, shuddering exhale made her entire body tremble. I slapped her a.s.s once more then gripped the swell of it with both hands and pressed my tongue and mouth against her. My tongue lapped against her c.l.i.t in fast strokes then brushed up through her folds to the entrance of her a.s.s. I did it over and over until she was shivering and whimpering and pleading for more.

That's when I stepped back, leaving her panting and staring wide-eyed at me over her shoulder. I slapped her a.s.s once more before moving forward to stand closer to her face.

I touched her bottom lip with my thumb then unzipped my pants and slid them over my hips, letting them fall around my ankles. My briefs dropped next and I stood before her, slowly tugging at my erection. "Look at what you do to me. I'm ready to explode just because I'm looking at you, smelling you, tasting you."

Those sky blue eyes took me in and her tongue slipped through her lips, then she nipped at my thumb. I felt it deep in my belly. "Suck me. Taste how much I want you," I breathed low.

She looked up at me with her bottom lip seductively trapped between her teeth. She smiled and pressed her soft, silky mouth against me and my knees felt weak.

Her mouth wrapped around me, warm and wet. Her tongue twirled and flickered between tense and loose. The sensation had me throbbing as she slid her mouth as far as she could take me in. She savored me in long, slow strokes until I fisted my hands through her hair and her eyes darted back up to mine. Her blue eyes stared back at me through thick dark lashes-eyes so distracting and intense, so mesmerizing and striking, they had me f.u.c.king her mouth deeply, making them water. f.u.c.k! She let me deep throat her, over and over. She had me thrusting all the way into the back of her throat. She was swallowing and tightening all around me as if her gag reflex was turned completely off.

I tightened my grip on her hair and she hummed her approval, which vibrated all the way into my stomach. My b.a.l.l.s clenched together, tightening and aching for release. I plunged between those lips until saliva dripped down my thighs and my own eyes watered from trying to hold back coming deep down her throat.

Panting hard, I pulled away from her swollen lips and bent forward to kiss her. Her mouth tasted like pure sin.

"Your mouth is addictive," I said, smacking her a.s.s again. She squeaked out a small gasp as I rubbed at the spot where my hand had landed. "I think it's one of my favorite places."

A small moan escaped her lips as I slid my mouth over the back of her neck and slowly inched my way down her spine. I feasted on her skin with my tongue and lips. My hands caressed her soft curves, grasping and ma.s.saging, kneading and stroking. Her body shook beneath me with her full body tremors. I'd never seen anything like it before-pure l.u.s.t. It made my chest ache.

"James," her voice begged as I knelt behind her and slowly slid one teasing finger over her wet, trembling skin. Her knees parted wider on the bed. "Please," she whispered into the sheets.

I pressed my hips against her and leaned my head down over her shoulder. The length of my c.o.c.k brushed and pushed against her entrance, making it slippery with her arousal.

"You," I whispered against her skin, trapping the silky skin of her shoulder between my teeth. My hips rocked against her bottom until the head of my c.o.c.k pushed against her opening. "You are so s.e.xy. So beautiful. So perfect," I whispered in her ear.

Straightening up, I wrapped my hands around the tangled strands of her hair and pulled back, shoving my c.o.c.k deep inside her. She cried out my name and pulsed around me. Being inside her was like nothing else in this world, no one else in this world. If all the blood in my body wasn't pumping through the tip of my d.i.c.k just then, that thought would have scared the h.e.l.l out of me. Instead, it had me riding that p.u.s.s.y like I needed it to breathe.

Moans and curses spilled out of her in gasps and grunts. Yes, she said. Harder. More. It never felt like this before.

With one hand, I yanked back her hair harder and plunged my c.o.c.k inside her faster and harder. With the other, I reached around her lower belly and pinched her c.l.i.t hard over and over, until the walls of her p.u.s.s.y were squeezing me so hard I almost exploded.

I pulled out, gasping for air. "Not coming yet."

Her face was smashed into the blankets and she was still panting.

"Good," she breathed. "I need more."

Well, lucky me.

I slapped my hand over her a.s.s again and lunged off the bed. Grabbing my smallest suitcase, I rummaged quickly inside it until I found what I was looking for.

Lubricant.

"s.h.i.t, James what are you..."

I crawled up behind her and opened the bottle over her a.s.s, letting the liquid pour out over her bottom.

She flinched when it dropped against her skin.

"Ah. Cold. What's that for?"

Grabbing my c.o.c.k in my hand, I rubbed the head around the liquid. Around and around, zoning in on her perfectly puckered a.s.shole. Then slowly dipped myself in.

"James! Wait. f.u.c.k."

"No waiting, relax your muscles. Number eight on your list."

"James, wait...what if I..." her eyes widened in fear.