Lena
The hotel room smelled like leather and vanilla, thick and intoxicating, and suddenly my breath felt too short. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud to the floor. My hair clung to my forehead, my body still buzzing from the club, pulse racing.
He didn’t step back when I leaned against the wall.He didn’t give me space.He just tilted his head with a smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes dark and dangerous.
Oh. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
“You’re reckless,” he murmured, fingers brushing mine.
“I’m just… drunk on tequila and bad decisions,” I said, trying to sound teasing.
His grin widened. “No. I mean… irresistible.”
I shivered. His hand grazed my waist, lingering, and I pressed into him.
God, he’s dangerous.
He leaned closer, his lips grazing my neck. My breath hitched. My hands went to my top, fumbling, because apparently my body had its own agenda tonight.
“Relax,” he murmured, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Let me help.”
He unclasped my bra slowly and chest tightened, heat spreading fast. I bit my lip, trying to hide a gasp, but the thrill of letting him take control made me flush.
Holy hell. This is insane.
He pressed close, his lips brushing mine again and I laughed breathlessly at my own recklessness, climbing onto the bed beside him.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whispered, husky and flustered.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hands traced my sides, lingering wherever they pleased. The way he looked at me, like I was fire he couldn’t resist made me shiver.
I bit my lip, his eyes dark with desire, leaning closer. “You’re so hot.”
“And you’re… intoxicating,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine again. I gasped softly, curling against him, my fingers tangled in his hair.
His hands slid over my sides firmly until they closed over my breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath as he squeezed, letting his hands roam free.
“That,” he murmured, voice low and smug, “is exactly what I thought how I imagined touching your tits. They are so soft and big.”
My head tipped back. God. Don’t react. Don’t give him that.
His hands stayed there with his thumbs brushing my peaks just enough to make my knees weak. He suckled on thek fr minutes, waiting to get a reaction from me as I grabbed on to his shoulders, grounding myself in his muscles.
I forgot how much I like being handled like this. I forgot how much foreplay mattered to me.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low. “Already so wet.”
“I am not,” I protested weakly.
He laughed softly, sliding a hand down to grip my ass firmly, pulling me flush against him.
Oh. That’s—oh God.
“You feel… unbelievable,” he said. “Like I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
He kissed me again and his hands stayed right on my body, reminding me who was in control.
He broke the kiss just enough to murmur, “You’re trembling.”
“Don’t sound so pleased,” I gasped.
“Oh, I am,” he whispered. “I love knowing it’s because of me.”
One of my legs went over his hip. The closeness made my heart race faster, my body arching instinctively and I bit my lips when he peeled off my underwear.
He shifted, pressing closer, one hand sliding to cup my ass, I let out a breathless laugh.
“Damn,” he said, brushing my hair from my face. “Your ass is even better than I imagined.”
I smirked, teasing, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Yours isn’t bad either, but… mine’s definitely addictive.”
His laugh was low. “Addictive? That’s cute. But trust me… I know exactly how to handle addictive.”
Oh God. He’s so confident it’s ridiculous.
His hands moved like they owned me, gripping my thighs, sliding over my hips, brushing over my sensitive spot without mercy. His fingers thrummed against my clit and I let out another moan.
“Stop teasing me,” I gasped, my voice shaking.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Then you better beg because I love teasing you,” he whispered, smirk curling against my skin. “You like it too much.”
Yes. I do. I love it. Oh God…
He pressed closer, chest to chest, holding me down, gripping my waist, my thighs, guiding me perfectly. As he reached my bare pussy lips, I couldn’t resist reaching up, and kissing the side of his neck. He found my clit, and rubbed it lightly. I arched my hips up into his hand, and sucked in a sharp breath. Getting down on his knees, I felt him spread my pussy wide. Next thing I felt his lips tasting and exploring my soaking wet pussy. He licked my pussy with long hard strokes, savoring the taste.
I felt his lips on my clit and I shuddered at how sensitive it was. He softened his licks and found a gentle licking motion that made me go crazy. Still with my eyes closed, I lowered my hands and rubbed his head, acknowledging that he shouldn’t stop.
I rocked my hips up and down with a soft whisper of “Yes! Yes!” falling from my lips. He continued eating me out asmy grip on his head grew tighter and tighter. It wasn’t long before I felt herself cum and shake.
“You’re shaking again,” he murmured, his voice cocky. “Every inch of you is lit up. And I didn’t even have to try that hard.”
Yes. Oh God, yes…
My body arched with my pulse racing and muscles humming with want. I felt his dick enter me and he held me tight as I rolled my head backwards.
“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered, “Every part of you and I plan to enjoy it.”
The heat, the closeness, the dominance, it crashed over me until I couldn’t think. I floated, trembling, my body alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years. I clung to him, shivering, moaning softly as he began to thrust slowly and deeper, he drew me tighter into him, and I felt myself slipping into paradise.
The slow, tender stroking of his hard cock, the way it rubbed against my clit on the upstroke, the weight of his body pressing down on mine, his hands on me, his hot breath on my neck, his voice whispering in my ear… it was like I couldn’t hold anything back now. I couldn’t even pretend to be strong. I just wanted him to fuck me and feel that release.
“I want you so much. . .” I whispered.
“What else?” he said.
“I need you. . .” I whispered.
He put my arms over my head and held them down, still sliding in and out so slowly. He watched my eyes, waiting for me to say more. He seemed to already know what I felt but he wanted me to say it.
“Fuck, that hit the spot.”
I closed my eyes, breathing hard. A single tear ran down my face. His cock never missed a stroke.
“You want to surrender yourself to me.” He said.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. How did he know? How could he know exactly what I was thinking? “Yes.” I whispered.
“Then do it.” He said. “Surrender yourself to me, your body, your mind. Give it all to me.”
I looked into his eyes and nodded.
He smiled. “It’s getting hotter; it’s getting wetter. Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I breathed.
He let go of my arms and I put them around his neck.
He reached down and pulled my knees up and put them over his shoulders. He was breathing hard now and his strokes were faster, harder, more insistent. “Give it to me, I know you’re close. Cum for me, girl.”
Oh God. I can’t… I can’t stop… it’s too much… and I love it.
He held me tight, one hand locking the back of my neck, the other pressing hard against my breasts. He grabbed them, massaged them and then pushed them into the bed. His lips crushed mine, demanding, claiming, and I trembled, every nerve screaming. I moaned, soft at first, then louder, needy and helpless, pressing into him, desperate for more.
I could feel him everywhere, his strength, his control and it made me shiver uncontrollably. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my breath ragged, my lips still burning from his and I slumped against his chest, nuzzling myself against his shoulder.
“Memorable?” he whispered, that cocky grin still teasing him.
I could only nod, gasping with my lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smile.
Yes. Absolutely. This night and him, I’d never forget it.
