He rests his fists next to my shoulders, and he climbs onto the bed, kneeling on his right leg. His left sweeps over mine, pressing against it and sandwiching it between his. I move slowly as I raise my hands to push off his suit coat. He shifts his weight from one arm to another as I help him. He tosses it on the end of the bed. His lips once more devour me as I unbutton his shirt.
It’s the promised land as my fingers travel from his waist up to his shoulders and down again as he nuzzles my neck. I usually hate being licked, but it makes me purr when Alejandro trails his tongue from my jaw to my collarbone. Being naked beneath him when he’s still clothed is about the hottest thing ever.
“What?!”
I’m wholly unprepared for his hands to wrap around my lower ribs and lift me to turn me on the bed, my head landing where a pillow was. He climbs fully onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. His left hand trails up my leg as his right forearm bears his weight. When he gets to my hip, he lifts the hand from his bicep and kisses my knuckles before lacing his fingers with mine.
This is like something out of a steamy romantic movie. Way hotter than some choreographed porn.
He raises my hand over my head, shifting his weight to grasp the other one. I’m punch drunk as he kisses the opposite side of my neck from before, lavishing attention everywhere.
But it all comes crashing down.
Once he has both hands above my head, he snatches his tie from where he’d conveniently left it as he settled me onto the mattress, positioned exactly where he wanted. His tie wraps around my wrists and tightens like a noose. With a tug, he rolls me onto my belly and drags me to the edge of the bed. He forces my head to hang off the edge as he uses his tie to fasten me to the drawer handle of the bedside table.
“What the fuck?!”
I’m saying it to him as much as I’m saying it to myself. How could I have lowered my guard enough to let this happen? How did I let him get the better of me so smoothly?
This was all a production to manipulate me into what he really wanted—access to my room and me out of the way. This shit is supposed to be the other way around!I’mthe one who uses men for access and secrets.
I’m pissed at myself as much as I’m pissed at him. My only consolation is I can see he’s still sporting the hard-on he’s had since he pulled me onto his lap the first time. He didn’t lie when he said he’d edge me. I’m as aroused as he is, but he definitely doesn’t appear to suffer the way I am. Even with this shit he just pulled, I want to fuck him into next week.
You are a sad, sick, little bitch.
So what if I am?
“Vita, tell me what I want to know, and I don’t search your room. Don’t tell me, and I’ll tear it apart from your clothes to the fixtures. Decide.”
I shoot him a mutinous glare, straining my neck to twist my head to see him. I roll my eyes and rest my head on my arm as he turns away from me. He’s systematic, I’ll give him that. He moves to the far corner diagonally across from me, sweeping his hands over the wall. He stands on the chair to reach the ceiling and squats to touch where the baseboards meet the carpet.
He goes around the entire room, pulling the armoire and dresser away from the wall. He practically pulls the headboard from the wall when he tries to examine the space behind it. He feels every inch of all the furniture, leaving nothing unnoticed.
He takes a risk when he slips his shoes off and shuffles over all the carpet he can reach. Who knows what I could have left to spike his foot. But I didn’t booby-trap the room since I hadn’t planned to let anyone else in. He lifts out my clothes one piece at a time, checking every hem and every seam, turning pockets inside out. He barely keeps from ripping the lining of my luggage.
He moves into the bathroom, and I can only hear him moving around. Undoubtedly, he’s as thorough in there as he was in the main part of the hotel room. I even hear him lift the lid off the toilet bowl and unscrew the showerhead. He returns to stand beside the bed.
“The only thing left,chiquita, is a cavity search.”
“I’ve never had a cavity in my life. I brush and floss.” I lift my head as I speak, radiating defiance.
“You didn’t mind my tongue inside your mouth, and I’m certain you wanted my fingers deeper in your pussy. My dick in your ass is my preferred way to search you.”
“You’re vile.”
“Says the woman here to kill me. I think I’m entitled to some shock factor when I’m facing my would-be executioner.”
If he weren’t saying it to intimidate me, I’d gladly accept the offer. Anal may not be my favorite, but I’m not opposed to it. I wouldn’t be opposed to most things with him. No extra taboo kinks, but we both know I enjoy him spanking and edging me. At least I did until twenty minutes ago.
“You found nothing. Let me go.”
“But I promised you you’d come all day and all night. I wouldn’t lie to you. Scouts honor.”
I snort.
“Since when is Berto short for Alejandro? And where’d your Southern accent go, sugar?”
I exaggerate the second sentence, making it sound as sweet as jasmine and mint julep on a hot summer day.
