She’s breathing hard, practically panting, and when I slide my finger over her sex, I groan at the wetness slicking her folds. Ican’t tell what she likes more—the dirty talk, my touch, or the thought of someone watching as I do this to her. My money is on all three.
Who would have guessed that my sexy little gem would be turned on by the thought of having an audience? “We have the whole of Denver watching us tonight,” I say, tugging the robe off her shoulders and tossing it on the bed, leaving her naked. Perfect. “Why don’t we give them a show?”
“Kyle!” she protests, moving to cover her tits, but I grab her hands before she can. The windows are heavily tinted, and no one can see inside, but I play into the illusion anyway. She’s gasping, writhing against my hold. “We can’t…I’m naked and the windows…someone could see.”
“Let them watch,” I rasp. My cock is aching for release, but I’m not about to rush things when we have the whole night to ourselves. “If we’re going to put on a show, we should make it a good one, don’t you think?”
“Kyle!” she cries out when I slick my middle finger between her folds and tease her clit. “Oh God…t-this is…oh, so wrong.”
I listen to her soft mewl as I rub my middle finger over her digit in slow circles. “How many do you think are watching you right now?” Her breath hitches. “One, two…ten?” I say thickly, groaning as her sex gets slicker. “Maybe there’s a whole crowd down there, gathering…anticipating the moment I slide my cock into your tight little pussy.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder, that pretty mouth parting with every harsh breath when I pinch her nipples with my free hand. All my senses are tuned on her, watching the flush on her cheeks deepen and her eyes get dazed.
Fuck me, but she likes this—the thought of having an audience as I touch her.
“Oh God,” she pants, her body trembling and hips moving as she arches into my touch. “Faster, Kyle…please.”
“What was that?” I tease despite the ache in my balls. My dick is begging for me to abandon all reserve and hammer into her tightness, but we’re not there yet. No, when I fuck her, she’ll be begging for my cock. She’ll need it as desperately as I need her. “What do you need, baby?”
“More, please,” she whimpers, jerking against me when I press harder on her nub and move my digit faster over her. I smile when a tremble shudders through her, crying out as she shakes uncontrollably against me. “Oh God.”
I slide my hand through her hair and grab a fistful, tugging her head back before aligning my mouth with hers. “I want to taste you everywhere,” I say, brushing my mouth over hers, and when she pushes up to deepen the kiss, something in my chest clenches tightly. Our tongues drag erotically together and I get drunk off the taste of her.
We’re only supposed to last for the duration of this trip. That’s what I asked of her, but as I get lost in her intoxicating taste and scent, I question how the hell I’m going to move on from this. From her.
I break the kiss and pull back, my heart pounding in my chest.
No, I refuse to think about tomorrow.
I have tonight. Maybe tomorrow too, but tonight’s more certain and I refuse to waste it on the what-ifs.
She’s all mine tonight, I think as I drop to my knees behind her. My towel comes undone and pools on the floor so I pick it up and toss it on the bed next to her robe. “Ihaveto taste you,” I tell her, grabbing the back of her knees and yanking them apart. “It eats at me just how desperate for you I am.” I lean in and brush mylips over the inside of her thigh, groaning when I catch the soft, tangy scent of her arousal.
And I am hungry for a taste.
“Oh God,” she whimpers when I push up and inhale deeply at her folds, committing the scent to memory. I’m going to need it for when I lose her.
“Fuck this!” I growl, intent on drowning out the voice in my head as I bury my face between her legs. She cries out when I tease the seam of her pussy with my tongue, and I groan as her flavor explodes on my tongue, so I push for more. I spread her legs wider and she jolts hard when I bury my tongue between her folds.
She tastes just as I remember. Sweet and juicy. So goddamn intoxicating.
Her palms slap down on the glass as she tries to grasp for support, and I lose all sense of control and savor her as one does their favorite dessert. I drag my tongue over her pussy, groaning as I drown in the taste of her. Losing my goddamned mind in the most perfect of ways.
“Kyle…oh!” she sobs as I eat her pussy like a starved man, batting her clit with my tongue in turn. The sounds she makes…fuck, they register as music to my ears. And the way she reacts to my touch, arching into me, rocking her hips against my eager tongue, only works to fuel my need for her.
I bring my hand between her legs and tease her opening, rubbing circles around it before nudging a finger inside. She tenses up and clenches hard around the tip of my finger and I damn near spill on the floor. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” I growl against her pussy. “So perfect.”
My cock aches with the urge to replace my finger as I nudge the digit deeper into her, careful not to push too deep just yet. I pull back and gently add another digit, causing her to gasp and tense against me, but she starts moving again when I bat her clit with the tip of my tongue. I wait for her to relax before I start thrusting my two fingers into her and soon, she’s arching into me, moving faster, her breathing growing ragged by the second.
“Oh…Kyle, yes,” she sobs, pushing up against the cool glass and rubbing her nipples against it with every move. “Oh God. So close.”
I feel it too, from the way her thighs begin to shake and her pussy quivers against my eager tongue. She’s close to the edge now, so I wrap my mouth around her clit in gentle suction that sends her off the edge with a scream. One that echoes through the hotel room, though I’m not sure even these soundproofed walls are enough to contain it. I suckle her clit as tremors rack her beautiful body, and I almost come when her sex cinches hard around my digits, locking tight as she trembles.
And what a fucking sight it is.
Possessiveness that I didn’t imagine I could feel sets in, and I realize that there’s no way I can let her go. Thoughts of another man touching her the way I do, kissing her…they wreck me. I won’t let that happen.
She’s mine.
