Hazel was a breath of fresh air in her tight-fitting Bad and Boozy Bridesmaid top and equally tight jeans that cupped a pear-shaped booty. Blond hair trickled down her back, curled slightly at the ends, and her sharp, gray eyes caught the pulsing light from the strobes out there each time she looked around.
Searched, actually. For me.
“Fuck it,” I said and pushed off from the door.
I’d been set on retreating back to my penthouse suite alone – business, business, and more business, nothing else, never anything else – but this woman woke me the fuck up. I had to have her.
Touching her had sent tingles spiraling down my chest and abs, right into my cock.
That never happened.
It had something to do with her smell – fruity and sweet, like cherry blossoms.
I strode across the hall, each step powerful and sure, brimming confidence, then halted behind her, close enough that her slowly swaying ass, definitely not in time with the rhythm of the music, brushed against my crotch.
I took hold of her shoulders and leaned in, breathed against her ear. “Come with me,” I said.
She stiffened, didn’t step away.
“I’ll make it disappear, Hazel. All the shit you’re feeling, all the pain. I’ll replace it with the sweetest pleasure,” I said and devoured the scent of her skin. “I swear to you, I won’t stop until your mind’s blank and your body’s dripping with your sweat and mine.”
Hazel shivered beneath my grip. Slowly, she pivoted under my palms, until it was her breasts that brushed against my chest, instead of her ass against my dick. She radiated pure fucking desire.
This woman was mine, already.
The other bridesmaids and the severely judgement-impaired bride were oblivious, horn dogging it over the strippers.
“Say the word,” I said.
“Yes,” she whispered.
It was all I needed.
I took her by the hand and led her from the events hall, down into the lush, carpeted corridor and toward the elevator at its end. My ears rang from the lack of thumping music. Hers likely did, too.
I squeezed her hand, my cock stiffening at the smoothness of it. Christ, if her hand was this soft, what would her pussy feel like? What would she taste like? How would she sound, look writhing beneath me?
I pressed a button and the elevator doors slid back.
We stepped over the threshold and I thumbed the button that would take us up to my penthouse suite. Two mirrors on either side of us reflected our images back. She was pale, trembling, eyes wide, but unafraid.
This was the effect I had on women.
However, my cock practically tearing at the fabric of my pants wasn’t the usual effect they had on me.
I turned to her, walked her back, and pressed her against the back wall, caught her leg in one hand and lifted it so I could grind my captured dick against that triangle of pure heat. I buried my nose in her neck and suctioned down more of her smell.
Christ, she was addictive. “Hazel,” I grunted.
“I don’t even know your name,” she whispered, between gasps.
“Bain.”
She groaned as if I’d said the sexiest word in the English language.
“You like that?” I asked and pressed my dick into her, riding it up and down. Christ, I needed to get these jeans off her, now.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, god, yes.”
My dick throbbed – that voice was so fucking soft, so sweet, and just as edible as the flesh of her neck. I suckled on it, and she jerked, moaned.
I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, captured in this moment, a snapshot of her eyelashes fluttering, her breasts pressed against me restrained by her shirt, and I reached critical fucking mass.
I had to be inside this woman in the next couple minutes or I’d lose my damn mind.
What the fuck is this? Why do I want it this bad? It was as if I was driven by some deep force, something on a cellular level for fuck’s sake.
The elevator doors binged and slid open, and I grabbed two handfuls of that pert, delicious ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me and pressed her forehead against mine, stared into my eyes as I walked us out of the elevator and to my front door.
I swiped the keycard from my pocket, pressed it to the pad, then let us into the darkened living room and promptly dropped it on the floor.
I captured her lips with mine, parted them, and tasted her sweetness for the first time. Oranges and sugar and fucking, fuck yes, she tasted just as good as she smelled. Better.
Hazel moaned into my mouth and took hold of both of my lapels. She kissed me harder, deeper, and I grunted.
She wanted this just as badly as I did. Perfect.
I walked her into my bedroom, but I couldn’t make it to the bed. This had to happen now, I was already thrusting, though we hadn’t started. I reached between us and undid my zipper, dropped my pants, and freed my aching cock, already dripping for her.