My pulse quickens. “We go upstairs. You lose the dress. And then, I’m going to bury my face between these pretty thighs.”
We couldn’t move quicker.
The motel is drab and unwelcoming. The C of the red neonVACANCIESsign blinks in and out of life and the white paint covering the exterior bubbles and peels.
She deserves better than a grungy motel room. It was a place to sleep, cheap, a ten-minute drive from Iris Meadows. One night wouldn’t kill me. I was rooming alone, the other guys in the bachelor party bunking together. And thank fuck, because nothing will interrupt me once I peel this pretty little dress off Harriet.
She’s wedged between me and the door to my room, her eager hands working tirelessly to unbuckle my belt, and it’s clear the location does nothing to ruin the mood. Every bite of my zipper lowering increases the staccato of my breaths. It’s impossible to control my motor functions when she’s pressed against me, mouth sucking and biting my neck.
I inhale sharply when her fingers slip past the waistband of my briefs.
“Keep this up, and we’ll never make it inside.” My voice is thick and strained, a lot like my cock that jumps at her touch, nails trailing around the base.
“Better get a move on,” she murmurs.
The fiery glint in her eyes gets my ass into gear.
“What I have planned cannot be done with you pushed up against a motel room door.”
She nibbles her plump bottom lip, squeezes my length once, then frees me, only to move on to my shirt.
The sound of the latch clicking barely reaches my earsbefore she’s twisting the door handle and tugging me over the threshold. I kick it closed, sealing us inside.
Her confidence is a saving grace. My words say one thing, but I’m a nervous wreck internally. I’m not inexperienced. It’s just been a very long time, and my bravado from earlier slipped away like sand on the drive over.
I let her take charge, standing awestruck, not daring to move as the last button pops free.
Desire flashes across her face as my shirt cascades off my shoulders. She runs her hands over my stomach and chest. It feels good—more than good.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
Her compliment carries more weight than she realizes. I keep myself in shape for my job, but it isn’t what it used to be after years of neglect.
Stop,I internally berate.Tonight, you’re not him. She finds you attractive, enjoys your company, and doesn’t need to know your nerves are eating you up inside.
Something in my gaze makes her pause.
“Did I say something wrong?”
Cursing, I close the small distance between us and lace my fingers through her hair. “You’re saying all the right things.”
She peers at me through thick, coal lashes. “Am Idoingall the right things?”
I’m about to reply,Yes, keep doing anything and everything, but it’s ripped from my vocal chords when Harriet slowly lowers to her knees, taking my half-undone jeans and briefs with her.
My mouth is so dry, nothing will quench the thirst of witnessing her delicate hand wrapping around my aching cock. She fists it, twisting her wrist, and I channel all my energy to making sure this doesn’t end in two minutes.
“Harriet, you don’t need—Ah, fuck.” My deep groan bounces off the bare walls, stomach muscles flexing.
Pink lips wrap around the tip, tongue flicking the head. I want to clamp my eyes shut from the sensation, but the need to watch as she widens her mouth, sucking me deeper, is so much stronger.
Her golden tresses are silken as I fist the back of her head, similar to the feel of my cock gliding in and out of her hot, wet mouth. Absolute fucking heaven.
I tighten my grip, jaw slack. “This okay?”
She pops off me. “Let’s get it out of the way. I like it a little rough. I’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much.” Her eyes soften. “I trust you. Wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Images of me taking the lead flash in my vision. Her choking on my cock. Her ass high, cheek pressed into the pillows. Thrusting between her legs until she can’t stay upright.
