“Upstairs,” he growled against my lips. “Now.”
19
Damien
We barely made it to the elevator.
The doors closed on me pressing her against the smooth silver wall and lavishing her neck with hot, wet kisses. My cock throbbed and demanded more of her, and I cupped her breasts, massaging them through her silk blouse.
“I need you.” Hazel’s breathing accelerated. If she didn’t calm down, she’d fucking hyperventilate. “I need you now.”
“Almost there.”
“Now.”
I hiked her skirt up with one hand and found the wet thong between her thighs. Fuck me, I’d wanted this since this morning. That was a lie, I’d wanted it since the last time. Since her sweet ass had been bent over my coffee table, dropping off that damn pizza.
“Please,” she whimpered.
The elevator would reach the second floor too fast for me to satisfy her, so I settled for toying with her instead. I pressed my fingers to the wet cotton and massaged as I’d done on the flight over, circling her clit.
Hazel clawed at me, desperate and whining, nearly slipping down the wall.
I held her upright, one hand on her thigh, the other working against her hot patch, bringing her closer and closer to her edge.
“Don’t stop, please,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m going to… I’m going to—” Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she convulsed against me, her hips lifting and pulsing, her pussy hot against my hand, moisture spreading. So fucking wet, she was percolating at this point.
The elevator stopped, and I pulled her skirt back down and slipped my arms around her just as the door opened. She nearly fell over, hot pink streaking her skin, and held onto me for support.
An elderly couple frowned at us as they entered the cubicle.
“She’s feeling faint. Don’t eat the prawns,” I said, grinning at them, and walked my gorgeous ‘fiancée’ out of the elevator and down the hall.
She found her feet, eventually, and started kissing my neck again, my cock raging against my pants now.
“Easy,” I said. “You keep doing that and I’ll come in two pumps.”
But Hazel didn’t stop. It was like apologizing to her had opened the lust floodgates.
We stopped in front of our room, and I brought the keycard out of my pants pocket while she ripped my jacket off. I swiped us inside, and then the fun started.
Her hands went wild, tugging, unbuttoning. She undid my pants, and my thick cock fell out and into her palm. She stroked it, spreading my pre-cum from the tip back onto the shaft and then up to the head again.
“Jesus,” I growled, slamming the door shut. “Fuck. Hazel, I’m warning you.”
“I want you to come,” she said, sucking on her bottom lip. “I want everything this weekend. Everything you can offer me and more.”
“Just this weekend?”
“No strings attached.”
Tempting. An entire weekend of burying myself inside her, relishing her moans and then her screams, wallowing in the pleasure and the silken heat of her pussy. What more could a man want?
And after? We would talk and eat and spend time together, get to know each other again. Dangerous. Back up.
But Hazel dropped to her knees in front of me, took my dick in her mouth, and sucked away my fears.
Her tongued lashed my mushroom tip, and I gripped her head, twining my fingers through her hair and slowly fucking her mouth, stopping when she gagged.
Hazel squirmed, looking up at me with those bright green eyes, dazed with desire.
The image of my wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her red lips moving against my skin, was almost too much.
I stepped back, and she popped free with an audible smack and a regretful moan. “Up.” I lifted her by the elbows, then tore the silk blouse from her breasts. She wore a lacy bra underneath, her nipples hard enough to cut diamond. I tugged the cups down, bent and feasted on her breasts, unzipping her skirt one-handed.
“I need more.” Her red lipstick had smeared across her cheek, and it was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. I had smeared it with my cock.
Hazel. Memories of our time years ago, the afternoons spent talking to her, the first time we’d kissed, the sweetness of that initial romance, streamed back, and I got down in front of her, dragging her skirt down but leaving her thong up.
I sucked on that cotton, drawing out her juices and tasting her. I growled and forced her thighs open. She backed up, nearly fell, then sat heavily on the floor.
My chance. I pushed her back so she was flat on the floor, then slipped a thumb under the strap of her thong and pulled. It broke. I did the same on the other side then tossed the ruined fabric to one side and placed my hands on her thighs.
Her pussy shimmered, inviting me to punish it with another orgasm.
“Damien. I want you inside me.”
“You’re coming again first.”
She bit down on her lip and arched her back, pressing that delicious mound of flesh toward me.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and Hazel damn near lost her mind. She let out a shriek, she pounded her fists on the floor, and she rocked against my face, working herself to a climax in two minutes flat.
Her pussy throbbed, pulsed, came for me again, and it was time.
I grabbed a condom out of my pants pocket, tore it open and applied it, regretting that I couldn’t do this to her bareback.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, suddenly. “You can… you know.”
“Clean?” I asked. “When last were you tested?”
“I was tested after… my last relationship. You?”
“Same.”
Her eyes widened, and her tongue crept out, licking her bottom lip. “We can do it.”
My cock throbbed so hard the condom split along one side. I laughed. “Guess we have to now.” I peeled the condom off and tossed it aside then lowered myself on top of her. “Legs around me.”
Hazel did as she was told. “Inside, please. Quick. I want it.”
“You need
