Chapter Twelve
~ Reba ~
Even though he was hard for me, and we both wanted to rush back to the hotel room, Mars made sure we got the full con experience. Our first stop after the photo shoot had been to get me a bad-ass Leia ice planet outfit.
I had to smirk at him covering me from head to toe, but admittedly, it was far more comfortable in the heavily air-conditioned space than the Jabba-girl outfit that had flashed my ass at people.
It also made it easier to play hardcore laser tag after the meet and greet. Was I a little star-struck? Hell yeah. But the best part was just spending time with Mars. He’d kicked my ass at laser tag, but since I was “dying” anyway, I did a flying leap at him and tackled him to the padded floor. Straddling him, my core directly over his, I kissed him.
And that was when we’d decided to leave for the day—before we gave all the laser tag participants a show they hadn’t paid for. He pulled me onto his lap in the cab, and I felt his hard length against my hip.
This was happening. Despite all my former arguments and my lingering hang ups, we were going to have sex. Everything in me melted in anticipation, and I couldn’t help squeezing my thighs together, though it trapped his questing hand between them.
It didn’t stop him from cupping me and unerringly rubbing his finger along my folds to find my most sensitive spot. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle any sound, because I was helpless to hold in my responses to him. He pulled everything out, exposing my raw reactions to him.
The ride seemed to take forever, but still, it seemed as if we were back in the room before I was ready. I wanted him. I craved him. But my feelings were so raw for him. I needed to get myself together. But there was no more time.
“Did you have fun today?” he asked against my ear, pushing me flush to the door of the suite. His teeth nipped my lobe and tugged gently.
I nodded, shivers cascading over me at the brush of his lips against my skin. His fingers worked the hidden zipper in my costume.
“More than I thought I would.” My breaths were gasps. My heartbeat thudded behind my ears. I was fucking this mouthwatering younger man. My bosses’ son. The guy who had come to my bed in fantasies over and over, even when I had been scandalized by the thought.
Ready to be his, I reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it. I only released a few of the disks when he quickly stepped back and pulled it over his head, dropping his shirt and vest on the floor with one quick motion. He yanked off my jacket, dropping it too.
The wood of the door was cool against my back as he pushed me against it once again and brought his mouth to my breast, sucking one of the beaded nipples between his lips.
“You have the prettiest tits,” he muttered against it, cupping the other one in his large hand and squeezing.
“Oh!” I cried out, arching into him. His thumb tormented the pearled tip, scraping back and forth, then circling the areola. I whimpered when he pulled at that tormented nub, pinching it. My pussy contracted, growing liquid. His attention to my breasts had created a direct connection to my core, lighting me on fire and erupting lava along my limbs.
I clutched at his shoulders, my legs turning to rubber. I might have collapsed into a puddle if not for the door and his hard body holding me in place.
“Not fucking you against the door,” he grunted. I flew as he swept me up and strode toward the bedroom, carrying me bridal style. We dropped onto the mattress, and he crawled over me. He cupped my cheek, brushing my lips for just a moment, before that hand slipped back to fist in my hair, arching back my head and exposing my throat.
He dove on me, tasting me, nipping and sucking down my throat. If he left marks, I didn’t care. I wanted to be marked by him. I wanted the world to know that for this shining moment, I belong to the mouthwatering, remarkable man over me. That claiming, predatory mouth continued with the same treatment to my shoulders and down the slope of my breasts.
“Mars,” I screamed when he clamped onto one nipple with his teeth, pulling. My back jerked into an arch and I grabbed his hair. My legs wrapped around him, while my body undulated, begging for more. After all this time…I liked rough sex? The fire burning in me said yes, even as my mind and my past couldn’t comprehend it.
He followed the bite with a soothing lick…then hard sucking that gave me no quarter, no reprieve from the inferno building through me. I wasn’t ready when he moved to the other breast to give the same treatment. The cool air conditioning pulled the abandoned tip into a harder peak, a wicked contrast to the heat doled to it moments before.
Once I was writhing, he kissed a trail down my torso to my flat belly. My stomach sucked in as he trailed his tongue around my navel. The teasing touch tickled, but even that didn’t lighten the sultry mood surrounding us.
Our hands tangled as we both tried to unfasten my pants, until Mars growled and caught my wrists together in one of his big fists. He pressed them to the mattress beside my head and yanked at my zipper. I pulled at his grip, though not in earnest and not enough to get away. The fight turned me on even more. Bondage? I never thought I might be into it, but with Mars, it seemed like I was into everything. I liked him holding me down, controlling things.
Finally, my pants were shoved down, the process cumbersome with our bodies tangled and him working one handed. The trousers caught on my boots, but Mars had no time for that, leaving them and effectively binding my ankles.
I moaned, writhing again, trying to get more friction.
“You’re at my mercy,” he growled, picking up on how turned on it made me. “Not getting away from me, Princess.”
This was cosplay I hadn’t anticipated.
“You’re a filthy pirate, Han,” I quipped back. “The worst in the whole galaxy.”
“A filthy pirate who’s going to make you lose your mind. I’m going to own you like Imperial gold.”
Unlike me, he stripped naked, and I gazed down, trying to get a look at that length I’d felt through his clothes. I only got a glimpse of that thick, wide head that reached nearly to his belly button before he slid it against me, the breadth of it forcing my folds apart while he sawed up and down, coating himself with my juice and tormenting my clit.