His lips are everywhere—on my neck, my cheeks, my collarbone. Even his tongue comes out to play. Drawing lines everywhere, he’s toying with my tongue and licking the roof of my mouth. He nibbles on my bottom lip until I moan, and when our eyes briefly lock, I lose every inch of control.
“Have you ever been fucked by a stranger?” he murmurs against my skin as his fingers dive between my legs. He’s touching me right there underneath my black dress. He’s fondling me in public, grazing my pussy with his fingers, and worst of all … I don’t want it to stop.
I shake my head and realize I’m about to make a dumb decision. But I can’t help myself. Not with him. I’ve never done anything this dangerously stupid with a random guy I just met, but he’s not just any guy. This man … he’s something else.
He knows just how to touch me to make me want to beg for more. Especially when he starts toying with my pussy right through the fabric of my panties.
A hot breath of air leaves my mouth as I tilt my head back while his mouth leaves delicious pecks on my skin. I struggle to breathe as he plays with me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
That’s when he grabs my thighs and pulls me off the bathroom counter, only to turn me around and push me face down against it. Grunting, he hooks his fingers around my panties and tears them off. Within seconds, a packet is ripped, and I hear a zipper come undone. I gaze at him through the mirror as he grips my ass and positions himself behind me.
The moment his tip enters me, I gasp. He’s huge, and the farther he thrusts, the more I feel as though I’m about to explode. Fuck.
I’m being fucked by a stranger, and I’m loving it. There’s nothing more wrong, more illicit than this, yet I can’t bring myself to end it. It feels so good, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. That’s how hard he’s banging me against the counter.
I can feel myself come undone from the sheer force of his thrusts, and I moan out loud. His dick pulsates inside me, amplifying the pleasure as we both come at the same time, moaning like animals.
When my orgasm subsides, he pulls out and takes off the condom, tying it up and throwing it in the trash. Before I’ve even had a chance to look at him, he’s already zipped himself up again as if nothing ever happened.
As I get up, he takes ahold of my body again and pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss. One I won’t forget anytime soon.
“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice dark and sultry.
“Maya,” I reply, my throat clamping up.
“Maya …” He licks his top lip in a way that makes me feel as if he just laid claim to my name. “Amir.” He grabs my hand and presses a kiss on top. What a gentleman.
My brain is still trying to process what happened when someone suddenly enters the bathroom, and my entire face flushes.
“Ahh …” the woman mumbles, gazing at both of us.
I clear my throat and quickly pull down my dress. “Sorry, I was just … washing out my clothes,” I lie as I try to hide the panties underneath the sink.
She glances back and forth at both of us as a wicked smile appears on her lips. Of course, she caught us kissing. I just pray she didn’t see anything else.
“Excuse me,” she says as she tries to pass us both. However, she stops midway, and her eyes remain fixated on Amir. “Hey … you look like … aren’t you—”
“No, I’m not,” Amir interrupts with a strict tone, and he quickly pulls his scarf back over his lips.
The woman flinches and makes a face. Then she goes into a cubicle but not before throwing a final glare our way. Who was she? Or more importantly … why does she know him?
But before I can ask him, he’s already gone.
Disappeared through the door as though he never even existed.
Chapter 3
Amir
I drop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling, breathing out a sigh. Fuck me. That was insane. But worth it, nonetheless.
God, that girl … those lips … and that fuck.
Even though it’s been an hour since I last saw her, I can still taste her sweet lips and feel her pussy on my dick. I wish I could’ve kissed her a little longer. And maybe fingered her too. I would’ve brought her back to this hotel room for a second round if that woman hadn’t interrupted us.
Why did she have to recognize me?
I close my eyes and try not to think about it, but the image of that girl continues to spring into my mind. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Not like the girls from here. I rarely see them with that kind of pearly white hair and almost translucent skin. It was mesmerizing. And the way she danced? Fuck me, it made me want to rip off her clothes and lick her body. So I did.