The music muffles once the door closes, leaving me with only the sound of our erratic breathing.
“There. Now we’re alone,” Everett rasps, his voice rough and deep. And when his eyes find mine, I gasp at the raw need reflected back at me.
They’re no longer light blue and twinkling under the brighter strip lighting out here. Instead, they’re dark and dangerous.
“Oh God,” I whimper as he roughly cups my breasts.
“Where did my jersey go?” he demands.
“T-took it off,” I pant.
“Damn fucking shame,” he mutters before crashing his lips to mine.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lose myself in his kiss as his hands slip down to my thighs before he effortlessly lifts me from my feet, pinning me to the wall with his hips.
The hardness of his cock presses against my core, making me whimper into his kiss.
Our movements are frantic, our hands everywhere as we try to take what we need.
But it’s not enough.
Not even close.
“Yes,” I gasp when his hands disappear under my top, pushing it up to reveal my bra. “Oh God, please.”
Coldness washes over me as he drags the cups down, exposing me to the empty hallway.
His hungry eyes lock on my breasts a beat before he ducks low and sucks one of my peaked nipples into his hot mouth.
He licks, sucks, and nips, and every bite of pain hits me right in the clit.
“More, please. I need more.”
“Yeah,” he agrees as he stands to his full height once more, sliding his hands up my thighs to push my skirt up around my waist. “I thought that the second I saw you wearing my number tonight, sweetheart.”
His lips find mine again as he works his fly open and pulls a condom from his pocket.
“All I’ve been able to think about since is how you’d feel coming all over my cock.” His filthy words have heat flooding my core.
Lifting the packet to his mouth, he rips into it with his teeth like I’m sure he’s done a million times with a million other women. I smother that thought. Nothing good can come from it.What’s about to happen…so many good things can come from that.
As much as I hate to admit it, I suspect he’s probably right about his skills. If his kisses are anything to go by, this man knows exactly how to please a woman, and I’m more than happy to accept any pleasure he’s willing to dish out tonight.
“If I weren’t so impatient to get inside you, I’d have you on your knees, feeding you my dick.”
“Maybe next time,” I say breathlessly, as he manages to simultaneously hold me up and roll the rubber down his very impressive erection.
This is going to hurt in the best kind of way.
He stills as my words hit him, and his eyes jump to mine.
“There won’t be a next time. I’m not that man.”
If I were sensible, I’d put a stop to this right now.
But I’m not sensible. Not in this moment, anyway. Right now, I’m horny, a little bit drunk, and a lot desperate.
“Do not go into this thinking it’s anything but mindless pleasure. If you think anything else, walk away right now.” His warning hits me square in the chest, but it’s not enough to stop me.
