The button on the door lit green. Sara turned the doorknob, quieting the buzzing, but that’s as far as she went.
“You want number three out here in the hall?” He eased the tips of two fingers inside her. “Because I can do that. You know by now that I can. But there’s a catch. Next time I make you come, I’ll be fucking you.”
Dirty talk and sexy threats obviously pushed her buttons, because her breath caught and she backed her ass against his groin.
“Ten seconds, babe. That’s how long you’ve got before I’m buried inside you, balls-deep.”
She leaned on the door and together they stumbled through the opening. The sound of steel thudding closed behind them could have been miles away, drowned out by the sound of mutual heavy breathing and urgent making out.
“Where the hell is the zipper?” He fumbled around blindly, unable to locate the thing he’d toyed with several times tonight. “Fuck it.” He grabbed the back of the dress in both fists and yanked. The crisp rip of fabric practically echoed in the room.
“About time,” she said, stepping free of the pink puddle.
Oh man, look at her. The stockings and heels alone damn near did him in. Long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, begging he wind it around his fist. A flesh-colored bra overflowed with more cleavage than a man could hope for on a woman with a waist that small. That’s what he touched first, cupping the middle of her hourglass shape with his palms. But he didn’t keep them there long.
He skated his fingertips over the sweet curves of her pinup-model hips, the flat plane of her stomach. He flicked the jeweled ends of her belly button piercings. “Never seen a double like this. Got any more?”
“Since you’ve seen almost all of me,” she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, “I assume you’re asking about these…”
“Jesus.” Yeah, he was officially, utterly, done for. He cupped her tits, brushed his thumbs over the horseshoe-shaped barbells adorning her dark-pink nipples. “Babe, your ten seconds are up.”
Tux, tie, shirt, pants and the rest—gone in a heartbeat. Before he could order her onto the bed, Sara went to her knees in front of him. She started at the bottom, tracing the patterns on his shins and calves, sending a thousand sparks shooting through his body as she worked her way up his thighs. She circled the base of his cock and drew her fist up his length.
What a fucking sight. Sara’s fair fingers with their long, pink-lacquered nails sliding up and down. She looked up, wide-eyed gaze moving over his body, heating his skin with the hunger she made no attempt to hide. And her mouth…so fucking close to the head of his cock.
“Are you going to fuck me, or do I have time to suck you first?”
Best question he ever heard. “Yeah, we can make time for that.”
“I thought you might feel that way.” She worked his crown with her tongue, and a throaty mmm rose as she lapped at the bead of pre-cum.
He closed his eyes as she took him in, one agonizingly slow inch at a time. He wanted to watch his cock disappear between her lips. Not a good idea if he wanted to last more than two minutes. And he planned to last a hell of a lot longer than that.
Lack of sight heightened the other senses, and that was almost as dangerous. The wet, sucking sounds as she fucked him with her mouth. Her moans—Jesus, her moans. The hot, tight pull around his dick. All of his dick, the tip of which hit the back of her throat over and over. And her hair, so fucking thick and soft around his fingers as he held the back of her head. So good. Too good.
He backed up before he lost the ability to do so. “My turn. On the bed and open wide for me.”
She moved across the small room in what seemed like slow, liquid motion. She crawled onto the bed, taunting him with that sexy, round ass and hips designed for him to grip as he pumped into her. His cock got impossibly harder, then harder still when she rolled onto her back and followed his instructions to the letter.
He looked away long enough to locate a couple condoms. “These’ll do for a start. He slid onto the bed so her knees hooked over his shoulders. “But first things first. Hope you’re comfortable, babe, ’cause I’m going to be down here awhile.”
“Take your time, lawman. I’ve got nowhere to be but orgasmic heaven.”
If that was a challenge, he was up for it. In every way. He started with a simple kiss. A single swipe with the tip of his tongue. One taste and his patience was shot. He sealed his mouth over her clit and went to fucking town. Sucking, licking, goddamn devouring her.
“You taste so fucking good.”
She answered by opening wider. An invitation he was happy to accept.
He slid a finger inside her. Then two, pushing his dick against the hotel mattress as her tight heat welcomed his touch. More. He needed more. All of her. He spread his fingers and nudged her ass with his pinky.
“Oh god, yes,” she said, tilting her hips to meet his probing finger.
He pushed deeper, sucked harder. Buried his entire face between her hot thighs and filled his lungs with her sweet fucking spice. Heat flared on his scalp as she grabbed the back of his head, holding him hard as she rocked against his mouth. He looked up, past her belly button piercings, over her incredible tits and nipples, to her face. Eyes closed, the sexiest soft moaning escaping her parted lips. So fucking hot.
“Holy shit,” she said as she caught her breath. “I’ve been imagining that since I first saw you in the church yesterday.”
“That makes two of us, troublemaker.”
“Want to know what else I imagined?” She wiggled free of him and rolled onto her hands and knees. Was either brave enough or foolish enough to shake her ass at him.
“That’s like taunting the bull with a red flag, babe.”
Sara being Sara, she smirked and shook it again.
A thousand miniature suns must be racing through his bloodstream, because he felt like he was going to explode. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he just might. All over the mattress.
He rolled on a condom and moved in behind her, gripping her hips like the fuck handles they were. Couldn’t say he hadn’t warned her. He pushed inside her, hard and fast.
She stretched out like a cat, ass tipped high and dark hair fanned over her back. Her fair face was in profile against the dark cover on the bed. Eyes closed, cheeks flushed. Gorgeous. And so fucking hot. He wanted to touch, taste and own every inch.
“Harder.”
Oh yeah, he could do that. “Touch yourself.” He withdrew and thrust, forcing a whoosh of air from her parted lips. “Want to feel you come around me.”
One hand disappeared between her legs. Her soft moan filled his head as she tightened, squeezing him with hot, wet heat. He pushed her down, one hand spanning her shoulders, the other curled into her soft, curvy flesh. Her hips jerked wildly, fighting his rhythm.
He stroked deeper. Fire threatened at the base of his cock. And when his name left her parted lips, he molded himself over her and let it fucking burn.
“That’s four,” she said as he nuzzled her sweet-smelling hair.
“Keep counting, babe.” He lifted his weight from her back and kissed his way down her spine, over the curves of her ass, and settled between her legs again. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”