A long time since I felt so wanted.
A long time since I felt so irresistible
A long time since I felt so alive.
“Please what, Blake?” he asks, leaning back and looking at me knowingly
“Fuck me,” I blurt out, my eyes stuck on his. “Please.”
His mouth descends on mine, dropping a punishing kiss before murmuring, “All you had to do was ask.”
We rise up off the couch, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his arms securing me close. We’re two steps in when there’s a quick knock on the door, followed by a muffled voice calling out, “Room service.”
“Fuck” he grits out. Still holding me in his arms, he changes direction and heads for the door.
“Oh my God, Rio, what are you doing?” I squeal as he swings the door open.
The waiter is a young man no older than twenty. His eyes widen as he takes us in; me holding on to this man like a monkey, our intentions very much evident.
“Uh, you ordered room service?” he questions, probably wondering why we ordered food if we had no plans to eat it.
“Yeah,” Rio confirms, stepping us out of the doorway. “Just leave it in the middle of the room.” The waiter pushes the large trolley past us, the mixed smell of hot, cooked food wafting behind and permeating the air.
He offers a soft nod as he heads back to the door.
“Shit,” I whisper into Rio’s ear. “He needs a tip.”
Not as quiet as I thought I was, the young man looks over his shoulder like he’s heard me. “It’s okay. You guys just get back to whatever it is you were doing.”
Embarrassed, I bury my head in the crook of Rio’s neck, desperate to hear the sound of the door closing behind the waiter. When the lock clicks, I chance looking back up at Rio and try to untangle myself from him, expecting to have lost him to the interruption, but his grip on me tightens; his eyes still with me. Still blazing with desire.
“You still want this, don’t you?”
There’s something reassuring about a man who takes the time to check in. About a man who can push his needs aside to make sure I’m okay. To make sure we’re still on the same page.
Moved by his gesture, I nod. Because I do want this. I don't care if it's fast or weird or unexplainable. I want to feel it.
All of it.
As soon as I give him my consent, he squeezes me to him and takes us both back to the bedroom. When we reach the edge of the bed, he raises his knee to the mattress, and as if I weigh nothing, deposits me gently in the middle.
Determined not to waste a single second, his hands leave my body and reach for the buttons on his shirt. My eyes zero in on his movements, the way he expertly undresses himself. And with each sliver of skin he exposes, the more I know I’ve made the right decision.
I want this man, and I’m not wasting any more time in my own head trying to tell myself otherwise.
Rising to my knees, I have the desperate urge to meet him halfway. Like I want to do my part, so we can get to the touching and kissing quicker.
Hooking a finger underneath the strap of my dress, I slide it off my shoulder, letting it fall down my arm. At the sound of the sharp intake of his breath, I do the same thing to the other side and raise my eyes to meet his.
He’s shirtless now, the extent of his strength as plain as day. He’s all dips and definition, and I want nothing more than to run my hands all over him. But surprisingly, it’s not his body that pushes me over the edge. No. It’s his eyes that make me want to take the leap. Brown pools of hunger and need encourage me. Goad me. Make me feel bold.
“Watch me,” I say, sliding the dress down my body. “Watch me strip for you.”
Chapter Four
Rosario
The tables are turned, her words more of a demand than a request, but it doesn’t matter because she couldn’t get me to look away even if she tried.
Standing in front of her, I’m at her mercy, my eyes taking in every expanse of skin she slowly gifts me. My eyes take in her lingerie, the second time still leaving me speechless.
Unable to restrain myself, I drag the heel of my palm up and down my stiff cock.
I ache at how undeniable her beauty is. I ache to touch her, to feel her. To get lost in a body that I know I’ll never forget for as long as I live.
Her gaze follows my hand, her eyes hungry, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips.
She likes it.
“You want to watch me now?” I ask.
“Let me,” she says, reaching for the belt buckle of my pants.
“Please do.” I cup one of her lace-covered breasts, running my thumb over the visible creamy swell. A loud groan leaves my mouth when she expertly slips her hand into my briefs and wraps her delicate fingers around my length.
Hooking a finger into the cup of the built-in bra, I tug at it, watching her bountiful breast spill out. Desperate to taste her, I lower my head to her nipple, capturing the stiff peak with my mouth, licking and sucking just as her hand begins to glide up and down my dick.
She lets out the softest whimper, and I mirror my actions on the other breast, wanting to be the reason for her every sound.
She continues to stroke me, her hands moving faster. “Slow it down, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “I have so much more I want to do to you before this ends.”
I reluctantly drag my mouth away from her breasts and move up her body. Trailing my tongue past her collarbone and up the length of her neck. When I finally press my lips to hers, it’s nothing like the soft, introductory-like kisses we’ve shared before.
This kiss lacks the reservation from earlier. Blake’s no longer shy, and I’m no longer scared my eagerness will chase her away. Our tongues move to a familiar rhythm, leading and following. Giving and taking. Talking and listening. I kiss her with worry and want, and she kisses me back with reassurance and desperation.
Raising a knee to the mattress, I wrap an arm around her and lower us both gently till her back hits the bed and my body is hovering over hers.
Her hands move from my pants and up my torso. She rests them on my shoulders before moving down my arms and back up again, her touch reverent and exploratory.
I take my time kissing her while she takes her time touching me, neither of us wanting to rush this moment. We’re in sync, and the pounding beat of my heart tells me it’s more than just our bodies.
Together, we deepen the kiss, and her legs wrap around my waist, wanting me closer. Using all my strength, I scoop her into my arms and move us farther up the bed. I lower myself onto her, her breasts pressing into my chest, my hard cock straining against her center.
Slowly, I grind into her, a delicious torture that has me wanting to devour and savor her all at the same time. The fear of never having this with her again taunts my sub-conscious, driving my every touch, my every kiss.
I move my lips down the length of her body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along every inch of her skin. Just like I promised, I lick down the valley of her breasts while my thumbs strum her nipples. My tongue joins my fingers, and she moans softly, writhing beneath me. Having her unravel at my touch, mixed with the anticipation of what’s to come, hardens my cock to an unbearable stretch. I can’t wait to be inside her.
“I want you,” she pants, reading my mind, and those three words send me into overdrive.