Twisting my head in his direction, he kisses me hard, bruising my lips with intense hunger. I can feel him, every gnawing desire sits on the tip of his tongue. My lips part easily, granting him access.
Tonight's for thoughtless pleasure. Tonight's for lawless bodies and forgotten rules.
Tonight's for every dirty dream I've ever had about being reckless.
Our tongues swirl and taste, licking and wrapping as they dance around each other. His hand squeezes my tit, and he groans into my mouth as his finger slips under my panties and graze my wet pussy.
Rubbing my hand over his cock, I feel how hard he is through his jeans. He's standing at full attention, tenting his pants. Inching his zipper down, I slip my hand into his pants, and wrap around his length.
My fingers barely reach each other, his cock is so thick. Moving my hand up and down slowly, I stroke him lightly. His tip is swollen, sticky, and his eyes roll back in his head.
I can feel the driver still watching us, and I can't lie, it's kind of a turn on. Working my hand a little faster, I run my tongue up the side of his neck. He's circling my clit with the pad of his finger, making my pussy throb.
“Ahem,” the driver coughs loudly, getting our attention.
We both freeze, our breathing heavy and labored. Sexy stranger looks out the window, then tugs some money from his pocket, holding it between the two front seats.
“Thanks, keep the change,” he says, throwing the door open and helping me climb out.
I adjust my skirt, tugging it down my thighs. The driver has a little smirk on his face as he nods at us. He doesn't seem as affected as I thought he might be, then again, he probably sees this stuff multiple times a night here in the city.
Rough fingers wrap mine, tearing me away. My ankles buckle slightly as I regain my balance. The man takes me through the lobby and to an elevator. He pushes the button, his eyes flicking to me, then back to the light above the elevator, and back to me.
He's impatient, eager, and that excites me. I can't wait for him to ravage me. I want him to take me, to destroy me, to turn me into a wicked little vixen.
I know nothing about this man at all. I know he has green eyes. I know he has dark chestnut hair. I know he's about six feet tall and has expensive taste in suits. I know his lips are warm and his hands have a slight roughness that tickles my skin.
And I know everything about this is devilishly wrong and right in the same breath.
The elevator doors open, and he whisks me inside. He doesn't even wait for them to close before he walks me back, pushing me against the wall.
Lifting my arms above my head, he grips both my wrists in one hand. I feel so small right now, so small and breakable.
Break me, fucking break me.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, plucking it softly with his teeth before letting it go. “Is this what you want?” he asks, running his other hand down between my tits, over my belly, and cupping my mound. “You want me to make you scream?”
“Yes,” I answer, my voice floating out on a moan.
“But you can't scream what you don't know. Don't you want my name, so you have something to call out?”
Shaking my head, I smirk. “I told you, you're not getting my name.”
“You want to bet?” he asks, his lips tickling over my cheek as he whispers in my ear. “I'm good at games, baby, and I'm good at winning.”
Giggling, I tilt my head, letting my eyes connect with his. “No.” He starts to speak, but I silence him with a kiss.
He pushes against me, pressing his rock hard dick against my lower belly. Jabbing his tongue into my mouth, he sweeps across the roof of my mouth and I bow into him. My back arches, and my heart is hammering in my chest.
We don't need to talk. Our bodies will speak for us.
The doors open, but he doesn't break the kiss. Sweeping me off my feet, he wraps my legs around his waist and carries me out of the elevator. I'm holding on tight, grinding my throbbing pussy against his hard abs.
He walks with determined steps, carrying me like I weigh nothing. Holding me up with one hand, he pulls a key card out of his back pocket and swipes it through the handle. The door beeps, and he kicks it open.
With long strides, this god of muscle moves across the room like he owns it and everything in it. He maneuvers around a small bench, down two steps, and to the bed. Peeling me off his body, he drops me on the bed, and I bounce softly.
Crossing my legs, I smile up at him. His eyes change, they darken, his pupils growing wide, spreading like shaded pools. “You sure you want to do this? Last chance to tell me no, because once I'm inside you, I can't guarantee that I'll have the control to stop.”
Rubbing my legs back and forth, I bite the tip of my nail, and curl the corner of my lip to one side. “If I had any doubts, I wouldn't be here right now.”
“Good, that's exactly what I want to hear.” His hands grip my knees and spread my legs apart. His eyes fall to my pussy, hidden behind a thin piece of fabric. “Stay just like that, don't move.”
Licking his lips, he grins as he slowly pulls his jacket off his arms. Dropping it to the floor, he unbuttons his shirt, and lets it fall onto his jacket. Gripping the collar of his white t-shirt, he tugs it over his head.
My eyes pop open, mouth gaping wide as I'm met with a wall of hard muscle. Abs that look like they were cut from marble, shoulders that look like rock under the skin, he's a fucking god that's been left here on earth, forgotten by the heavens.
His skin is painted in sweeping black lines and bursts of color. A coy fish swims down his ribs, another one circles up and around to his back. There's a watercolor effect that makes it look like the fish are actually swimming as his muscles tense and relax as he moves.
God, he's fucking beautiful.
My pussy begins to pulse, so I rub my legs together to ease the ache. He reaches down, gripping my knees again and pulling them apart. “I said don't move.”
Biting on the inside of my cheek, it takes everything I have to not soothe this pain I feel. My pussy is begging for a release, grasping and clenching, hurting to be filled.
And it hurts, this fucking ache is insatiable. It needs to stop, and the only way is if he fucks me or fingers me. But if he takes any longer I'm going to end up doing it myself
Slipping his belt free, the sound of his zipper rings out through the room. It's so loud it echoes around us. My mystery man looks down at his cock as he opens his pants and it jumps out.
I suck in an audible breath of air as his erection bounces free. He's so fucking big. My pussy pulses, ready to feel him inside.
“You want this?” he asks, gripping the base of his shaft and holding his cock up. “Does your pussy need this?”
Nodding, I run my hand down over my mound and rub my pussy. “Yes. I need that, I need that now before I go fucking crazy.”
“I like crazy,” he says with a sexy little smile. “And I also like creating the crazy.” His lids drop as he grips my thigh with one hand and pulls my panties to the side. “I also like eating crazy.”
Dropping to his knees, he flattens his tongue against my pussy and licks up, flicking my clit with the tip, then licking down to my entrance. Lapping up my arousal, he groans as he eats me out.
My thighs close around his head, and he peels them open, butterflying them wide and holding them in place. He grins up at me, I can see the smile in his eyes as he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit faster and faster until my legs and stomach are trembling.