Once the doors opened, and we stepped onto his floor, there was no going back. A few guests dotted the hall, eyes glued to cell phones mostly, though a few hit us with knowing smiles.
I couldn’t look his way as we strolled along, not trusting myself. His performance at the fair was just a sample, and I was more than ready for the entire buffet.
With a swipe of a key card, we were in, the cold air puckering my skin the instant the door opened. He took my hand, leading the way as he flipped a switch, igniting a fireplace whose glow revealed the room from the shadows. Dark wood stretched across the floor, a stark contrast from the light walls. I couldn’t see much in the dim light, aside from a few furniture pieces, the air thick with his scent.
We moved along in silence, a plush rug suddenly muffling the tap of my heels, eliminating the only sound echoing off the walls. We stepped into a sitting area with an overstuffed couch focused on the fireplace. In the distance, a metal desk stood before a window offering a stunning view, French doors on either side likely leading to the balcony where he first sent photos on Privately.
He stopped, turning to face me, my hand still tangled with his. Against the chill of the air, his skin was burning, my only source of warmth in the icy suite.
“This is a terrible idea,” I admitted, fixated on his lips.
“I know.” He lifted my hand, pressing a light kiss to the flesh. “We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Elena.”
“But so is this...” I trailed, sliding my hands beneath his top, skimming over his sculpted stomach before finding a home on his chest.
“And this is too...” He tossed his jacket to the floor and slid his hands down my sides, the fabric hissing as they descended to grip my ass.
“Not any worse than this.” I unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, eyeing his chest hugged by an undershirt. My hands dropped to its hem and back up, lifting the fabric, his chiseled body appearing inch by inch. I struggled to clear his head, earning a husky laugh and assistance as he popped it off and dropped it to the floor.
Photos hadn't done him justice. Broad and tanned, he was more impressive in the flesh, rippled with muscle, a hint of hair tapering to disappear beneath his waistband.
“What a terrible, no good, awful idea.” He gripped my ass tighter, hauling me to the tips of my toes as he pressed a kiss to my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. The cool air was no match for our heat as his lips slid along my skin, the scratch of his stubble trailing.
“Worst idea we've had all week.”
“All week?” I choked out, shuddering.
“Yup.” He continued his torturous trail across my collarbone, leaving fire everywhere he touched. “Worst ever was not doing this sooner.” He lifted his mouth, temporarily breaking the spell, only to pull my dress over my head in one swift motion. His eyes blazed as they feasted on my body, covered only by a satin bra and matching black thong.
I took advantage of his distraction to grip him through his pants, grateful for whatever big dick lottery I hit. I stroked him, provoking a guttural moan, his hands resting on my shoulders as he watched me work his length. I moved towards his belt buckle, ready to get the show on the road, only to have my hands brushed aside.
“All in good time, baby,” he choked out.
I wanted to object but was silenced as his mouth crashed into mine, stifling any hint of protest. His length pressed awkwardly against my stomach, though it was a temporary problem, as I was suddenly weightless, lifted and settled at his waist.
Planted between my legs, he was where we both wanted, nothing but a few thin layers of fabric between us. I hadn't realized we were moving until my back pressed against a wall, his body crushing me into place. He grunted, snaking an arm to unclasp my bra, and in one tug, I was topless, the garment tossed over his shoulder.
All I could do was hold on, squirming at his touch and shuddering with each slow grind of his length. I was floating in a world of contrasts, the heat of our bodies explosive while the iciness of the air electrified his touch. Our mix of sighs and moans bounced off the walls, transforming the space into a den of desire.
Just as I was sure I’d explode, he broke our kiss, looking down at my exposed flesh, a hand toying with my breast. He watched the pink bud pucker at his teasing, biting his lip with a grunt. He flicked his eyes to mine, darker and more primal than ever. “You're beautiful.”
His hand fell to my thigh, sliding up to rest at the thin boundary protecting my most delicate flesh. I gasped as he pushed the fabric aside, sliding a finger against my slit.
“Please!” I choked out, grinding myself against him.
“Shh!” he ordered, pinning me in place.
I whimpered as he stroked me, sliding over my flesh ever so gently. I had to have them inside me. It was a need unlike any other; the yearning bordering on pain. It was so much more intense than earlier; my body already familiar with his touch.
They slid lower, two fingers resting at my entrance. “Fuck, you're wet.”
I tossed my head back against the wall, stifling a moan as he circled, toying with my body like a plaything. All I could do was nod, incapable of intelligent speech.
“Don't do that!” he ordered, voice harsh.
I straightened in attention. “What?”
“Don't hold back! I want to hear it! Moan for me!” he demanded, breath hot against my lips.
I nodded despite knowing damn well that
