He threw her on the bed, stripped her summer shorts and tee shirt off, and landed on her, kissing her hard. He scrambled to grab her wrists and pin them over her head on the soft mattress.
When they were together, Peyton fucked Raji any time, any where, any way he wanted to. Sometimes he packed her with lube and fucked her hard until she came with his cock in her ass. Sometimes, when they were sitting around the hotel room, he commanded her down on her knees, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and fucked her face until he throbbed on her tongue and spilled down her throat. Sometimes he fucked her pussy from behind, from on top of her, with her astride him, or any other position he chose.
When they were together, Raji became a body to be done to, flesh and blood and bone and desire, without any thought of refusal in her head, without an ache in her heart, without the heaviness of guilt or responsibility pressing on her soul.
She hated leaving him and going back to work.Chapter FifteenJust Another Hook-UpRaji lay on the bed in a Denver hotel room, spread-eagle and naked.
Scarves roped her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, looping over the mattress and secured to the bed’s frame underneath.
Outside the wide window in the distance, jagged mountains cut into the cloud-streaked sky. The huge bouquet of pink roses that had been delivered right after she arrived, luckily before she had set all this up, perfumed the air.
The door rattled as someone swiped a keycard through the reader. The knob turned.
Raji prayed that the next thing she heard was not Housekeeping!
Peyton sauntered into the room, dragging a small rolling bag behind him, the kind that fit into the overhead compartment of airplanes. The door slammed hard, rattling the thin plaster walls. He called, “Raji-lee?”
Okay, the nickname was kind of cute. It had grown on her over the weeks.
“Eh-hem,” Raji pretended to clear her throat.
Peyton’s head whipped around, his sunshine-blond hair swishing around his ears. He was growing it out a little, and it had finally reached his ears and collar.
His turquoise eyes found her.
The suitcase thudded to the floor.
He pulled his yellow Zildjian tee shirt off over his head and stumbled out of his shoes as he scrambled across the bed toward her. His gaze was laser-intent, not leaving her eyes for even a blink.
Raji laughed at his earnestness. “Oh, come on. It’s only been two weeks.”
His teeth closed on her neck, raking over her skin, and she gasped. The fresh scent of his cologne—herbs and citrus—filled her nose, and her muscles began to relax. He moved down to suck the peak of her breast, which hardened with the first swipe of his tongue.
Her hands flinched in the silk scarves, trying to touch his hair that brushed across her skin, but she was bound.
He sucked and tongued her until she was arching against him, panting and trying not to cry out already. Those hotel walls were pretty thin.
Peyton slid backward on the bed, nipping and mouthing his way down her stomach.
She said, “You don’t have to—”
“You’re tied up. I can do anything I want to you.”
“But you really don’t have to—”
“Do those ropes come with a gag?”
She laughed.
He splayed one of his huge hands on her stomach and pressed. “Now lie back. You tied yourself up like this—”
“And it wasn’t easy, let me tell you!”
“—and now I’m going to take advantage of it. No more talking.”
She laughed. “Or you’ll what?”
“Tie you up much more securely than those slip knots you’ve used.”
“Oh.” Knowing she could get out of all the knots with just a jerk of her hands was keeping her from panicking at the loss of control. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
He dragged his tongue across the outside of her folds, just grazing her clit.
A zing whipped through her, and her whole body rose off the bed as she braced on her heels and elbows.
Peyton palmed her ass with both hands while she was arched up and grabbed her whole pussy with his mouth, sucking her folds and clit hard, aggressively eating her out.
In another few seconds, the orgasm slammed through her, a sharp, bright spike that blasted the world away.
Waves rolled up her spine, and Raji grabbed the scarves and hung onto them as intense bursts made her jerk in the bonds.
As the barrage subsided, Peyton’s weight settled on her, and his thick cock nudged between her legs and then pressed inside her swollen tissues.
His sudden invasion almost hurt, but she gasped, “Did you use a condom?”
“Of course,” he said, holding still even though he was buried in her body. “Always.” His voice was tight in his throat. When Raji opened her eyes, he was holding himself above her. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”