I almost don’t catch what the suggestion intimates, fascinated by the casual way he holds himself while wondering if his condoms also have to be custom fit.
‘You followed me?’ I repeat, no longer struck dick-dumb.
‘Fin popped into the office for lunch. I overheard her telling Rory where you were staying.’
‘You said you came to visit your grandmother.’
‘I’m seeing her on the way to the airport. You can come if you like?’ He joins his forefinger and thumb and runs them down the condom’s snug fit to the base.
‘Ah, no. Thanks.’ Unviable as far as secret shags go.
‘You like it, don’t you?’
My eyes flick from his dick to his face. ‘Is this the part where you want me to beg you to put it in me?’
His responding burst of laughter is startling.
‘Some other time maybe. I was just watching you watch my cock. It makes me all kinds of hard.’
‘So I see.’
‘Then answer the question, Bea.’
‘When I saw your piercing . . .’ My words halt. Where am I going with this? How can I explain how irrationally hot this made me?
‘I was there. You looked so excited; I thought I’d somehow accidentally proposed.’
I begin to laugh, but it doesn’t last long as he moves his body down the bed, sliding into me in one long thrust.
‘Yes!’
‘That’s it. Let me hear you. Let the whole hotel hear.’
He isn’t gentle, and he isn’t sweet, but his actions bring more pleasure than pain as his hips snap and flex, his strong body undulating above me as he pushes up onto his palms.
‘Wider. Spread your legs.’ I loosen them from around his thighs and do just that, digging my heels into the mattress on either side of him. The position does something to me internally, simultaneously opening and tightening me at the same time. My insides flex and pulse so strongly, it’s as though I could pull him in. In his entirety.
‘Fuck, that’s the way,’ he rasps, picking up the pace.
There isn’t a thought left inside my head, and my throat is hoarse as the blunt, rigid tip of his dick works my pussy like sweet agony. Grazed and stretched from yesterday, I spread myself wider still as this devil of a man pounds me again and again. He rasps how sweet I am. How he can feel every inch of me. How he can’t wait to feel me come.
And I do just that. I detonate. Explode. Cease to exist beyond blinding light and pure roaring overload. Moments later, Kit reaches his own zenith with a guttural roar, grinding into me and sparking a wave of aftershocks so intense, my hips almost levitate from the mattress.
My breathing evens out as Kit rolls away, landing flat on his back with one forearm across his face and covering his eyes. I take the opportunity to just look at him. Just look and appreciate the fuck out of him. The rise and fall of his broad chest, the long lines of his thighs, and the ladder of his abs. The deliciousVthat leads to the somewhat less monstrous monster lying across his thigh.Still dressed.
‘Stop perving.’ My heart jolts, and my denials are immediate. ‘Of course, you were. But it’s no more than I deserve after doing the same last night.’
‘You did?’
‘How do you think we ended up fucking the second time? I watched you. Touched you. And you made these delicious sounds, rubbing up against me like a cat. And that was it,’ he adds so matter-of-factly, peeking out from under his arm. ‘I knew I needed to be inside you.’
I don’t have an answer beyond a flutter in my chest. It’s something sweet and warm and entirely different to the absolute need I feel most of the time around him.
I don’t analyse this reaction too much as Kit suddenly sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Stretching his arms out wide, he then tousles the hair on the back of his head. Muscles. So many muscles.Deltoids. Triceps. Obliques. Latissimus dorsi.If he’d been in my anatomy books at uni, I might’ve studied harder.
‘Right—’
But before he can finish, I take this as my cue. One-night stands have to end at some point. Better it be at my instigation, I suppose.
‘I should let you go. You’ll need to pack.’ It’ll take him a while to make space for all those condoms, for a start.
Kit twists to face me, all strong eyebrows and dissatisfaction.
‘Fuck that noise. Come on, woman. It’s time to shower.’
