“I think you missed your floor,” he said. God, six words had never sounded so suggestive.
At least not until mine.
“I guess I’ll go to yours.”
A blur.
A hot, breathless blur – it was the only way I could describe the trip from the elevator to the door.
On no other night in the world would I be fine with my half-naked breasts being exposed in the middle of a hotel, but tonight, I was consumed – by the moment, the madness, by him. I didn’t even know his name, but I didn’t care. My pussy was throbbing without mercy for him, so at this particular moment, the only thing I cared about was getting this man naked and feeling his every hot, hard inch inside me.
“So sweet.”
His murmur in my mouth was a stark contrast to his touch as he shoved me against the door, pinning my arms to my sides. My body strained impatiently for him but he was taking his time with me, forcing my fingers to flex and curl as he licked a thick, wet line along the curve of my neck. He didn’t use the tip of his tongue – he used the flat of it, sending bolts of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body.
Holy shit. His mouth curved as it felt every tremble of my reaction. He knew he was torturing me, and it made him go even slower, swirling his tongue on my skin as he pushed his pulsing erection against my belly. It was at once hot as hell and completely fucking unbearable.
“Enough.”
I shoved him hard, my stomach twisting with fear and excitement as he stood before me, eyes blazing.
“Don’t tease me. I need you inside me already – please,” I panted, swallowing hard as his eyes fell to my heaving chest.
It made me suddenly aware again that I was standing in just my black lace bra and black jeans, in the open hall of one of the most expensive hotels in Manhattan. It made me feel as if the cups containing me were shrinking in size, squeezing my breasts uncomfortably tight with every short breath I took in.
“Take it off first.”
I exhaled. “What?”
“I want to watch you play with your tits. Then we’ll go in.”
I must have been crazy because I didn’t think twice about obliging. In fact, I didn’t even remember pushing the satin straps off my shoulders. I only came to as I arched my back off the door, reaching behind myself and undoing the clasp till my bra fell to the floor. I kicked it up at him. He caught it with his eyes still pinned to my breasts.
“Play with your nipples.”
I enjoyed the low groan that rumbled from his chest as I did – almost as much as I enjoyed the clear as day outline of his cock against his pants. He was a steel fucking rod, and every inch what I needed tonight.
“God, just take me inside already,” I begged.
This time he obliged.
Entwined inside the room, I moaned from the anticipation alone. It was my first time in a hotel penthouse, but I didn’t care. I took no notice of any décor or furniture till he bent me over the back of the couch that faced the mirror, giving me a view of him removing his tie and his jacket before peeling first my jeans down my legs, then my panties.
“Christ. It just gets better and better,” he murmured, that perfect frown pinching his brow as he tilted his head and ran his hand down the curve of my ass. He assessed it with a little jiggle. Then cupping the roundest part of its curve, he drew his palm back and spanked me so hard I hissed.
“Fuck.”
I gripped the couch, squeezing my eyes shut as he caressed my stinging skin. But once he’d fully rubbed the pain away, he spanked me again. I swallowed as my toes dug into the rug.
“More.”
“What was that?” His voice was hoarse.
“I want more.”
He didn’t wait. I gasped sharply as I got my wish, and my whimper grew to a moan as for the next few seconds, he administered blow after blow, spanking me so hard I could feel myself jiggle all over.
“Mmmm… God!” The ragged sound left my mouth in a crescendo, drawing a growl from his lips as he grabbed a handful of my hair.