The Misfit

Chapter Eight

Dean

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I CARRIED HER OUT OF the elevator and to the room down the hall I knew would work with my key, not breaking the kiss for a moment. If I did, I might have to contend with the knowledge this was crazy, and there was no way I was going to let something as silly as that get in the way of my burning desire for this woman.

I had no idea who she was, or even what she was. It didn’t matter. I didn’t need to know. All that mattered was she wanted me right back, and, as we tumbled over the doorway into my room, she pulled me straight towards the bed and pushed me down on to the covers.

I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her again, letting my tongue traverse her mouth; she tasted heavenly, sweet and feminine, something I hadn’t had a chance to enjoy in a long time. My body responded to her in ways I couldn’t control, giving in to her touch as she slid her hand down the front of my body and over my hardening cock.

“I need to feel this inside of me,” she breathed into my ear, the words sending me into a downright frenzy of arousal. I rolled her over, climbing on top of her, and unzipped my pants as I pulled down the jeans she had been wearing with my other hand.

She helped me undress, pulling off my shirt as she stripped down to her underwear – underneath the heavy clothes, her body was indescribably hot, a slim waist leading to long, slender legs and hips that seemed made to fit into my hands. I hooked my fingers around her panties and slowly worked them down her hips, exposing her for the first time, her pussy framed by a small puff of pubic hair. I couldn’t resist – I dove in and planted a kiss on her lips down there, tasting her, listening to the helpless gasp of pleasure she let out and satisfying myself that she was ready for me to fuck her.

She grabbed a condom from her bag, tore it open, and rolled it over my cock, then lay back in bed and spread her legs.

“I need you to fuck me,” she moaned, her voice laced with an urgency that only made my cock harder. I moved on top of her, lowered myself down, and guided my cock to the entrance of her perfect, soaking pussy.

She gasped as soon as I slipped into her, and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of her body moving against mine to take in my full length. I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to, and soon, I started to go harder, faster, driving myself into her.

There was something about the freedom of knowing she would never find out who I was that gave me space to let loose and really take control. I wrapped my arms around her as she pulled her legs back and hooked her ankles around me, pushing in as deep as I could. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to gorge myself on the way she felt, the way she looked, the way her lips parted as she panted to catch her breath.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she groaned. She tipped her head back and let my mouth greedily trace up her throat and to her lips once more. I needed to taste every part of her, I pressed my lips against hers and she ran her hands over my back, her nails digging into my skin as though she wanted to make sure she marked me as her own.

I wasn’t sure how long we were tangled like that, wrapped up in the covers and each other together. I didn’t care. I knew I was still in danger, knew there were still people looking for me, but it felt impossible to give a damn about that when I was here with her. I wasn’t even sure I knew her real name, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the sweet, sensual softness of her body against mine, the way she squeezed herself around me, the bead of sweat on her forehead as pleasure took control of her, and I was going to enjoy every second of this while I still could.

I buried my head into her shoulder, inhaling the scent that came from her neck, and pushed deeper and deeper. I could feel her body starting to tense beneath me, and I knew she wasn’t far from reaching orgasm. I wanted to feel her give in to her pleasure around me. Nothing else would come close to satisfying me.

She sank her teeth into my shoulder, and a moment later, I felt her body contract around mine as she came. She cried out so loudly I was sure the whole hotel would be able to hear us, but I didn’t care. I held myself inside her pulsating pussy and allowed her to massage me from the inside out until I reached my own release inside of her.

The pleasure tingled from my scalp all the way to the tip of my toes, and I groaned as I felt my release finally sweep through me. It was as though all the tension I had been holding onto all this time was gone, finally freeing my system at last. I kissed her as I finished, letting my tongue trace the shape of her lips, and groaned as I sank into her one last time.

Slowly, I eased myself off of her and quickly disposed of the condom as she lay in the bed next to me.

“Fuck,” she murmured, a smile curling up her face. She reached over and rubbed her hand over my chest, like she was making sure I was still there.

“Mmm,” I agreed. I couldn’t manage much in the way of words right now. The pleasure was still the only thing I could make sense of.

She snuggled against me, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, letting my nose rest against her hair. She wound her naked body around mine, as though it had been made to fit her, and I smiled. I couldn’t believe this was happening. What if I hadn’t run into her in New York? I might not have made it back to Chicago alive – and I sure as hell wouldn’t have been sharing my bed with this gorgeous woman tonight.

“Can I ask you something?” I began, and I felt her stiffen in my arms for a moment. Questions, it seemed, weren’t her strong suit.

“Ask me what?”

“What did you do with my phone?”

“I threw it in the trash,” she replied at once, not a moment’s pause. She was telling the truth. I had a decent eye for when people were lying and when they weren’t, and I could tell she was being honest with me.

“All right,” I murmured back. It didn’t bother me too much, the thing was a burner, after all, and there were plenty of other ways I could contact Rafael if I needed to. In all honesty, the fact I hadn’t already was starting to nag at me. I should have gotten back to the people who were in this with me, instead of being here with this woman I hardly knew. But once I was done with her, I would have to face up to everything real life had in store for me, and I didn’t know if I could handle something as huge as that right now.

She didn’t say anything for a while, just resting against me. I supposed there wasn’t a whole lot for us to say; the two of us had come together, found each other in the middle of a mess bigger than I had ever been in before, and she had pulled me out of it. I had no idea what she had seen in me that had made her decide she wanted to help, but there was no way I was going to argue with it.

Slowly, I felt her start to soften against me, until she was breathing slowly and clearly asleep. I could feel the tiredness starting to take me over, too, but I couldn’t stay.

Because I was starting to work out what she was. Not who she was, but what. And if I was right – and my instincts when it came to this stuff were rarely wrong – then I needed to put as much distance between the two of us as possible. Or else I was going to get pulled into something I might not be able to get out of.

I carefully maneuvered myself underneath her, shifting so I could leave her lying on the bed, and got to my feet. I needed to get dressed, I needed to get out of here. I needed to stop pretending there wasn’t a real world out there that needed me back. I needed to remember what I had come to Chicago for. As tempting as it was to forget, it wasn’t just to sleep with this woman and forget the duties I had to the people I worked with.