Some nights, p.3
Some Nights, page 3
I hate my body for the ripple that echoes through it and for the urge to rub my thighs together. "You were not."
He takes two steps forward, his arm shooting out to my lower back. He yanks me against him. His scent slams into me. Faint hints of musk, sweat, and warm skin permeate my sanity. How is it possible for my whole body to tingle for someone I just met?
His hands grab my ass, cupping and squeezing. He presses me up to his hips and Holy Mother of all Things Hard, he's solid and long and thick. The ache in my pussy is as instant as the heady feeling.
He groans. "You still think I'm lying?"
What the hell are we talking about?
He doesn't give me a chance to answer but flicks his hips, making my whole body reignite and vibrate.
Fuck me right now.
My words and thoughts are cut off when he buries his head in my neck, his nose rubbing up alongside it. "You smell so good. Like the brown sugar I use in my drinks."
"It's my body wash. It's made from brown sugar." Are those throaty words coming from me?
"Hmm, does it taste sweet too?" His lips close around my skin with a light nip of his teeth, followed by a fiery swipe of his tongue.
I rub against him, trying to alleviate the fever he's set off. God, why am I so needy? My fingers dig at his arms.
"May I use your shower?"
"Huh?"
"I've been working all day and evening and I want to be fresh for you like you are for me."
He releases my flesh and I let my hands fall to the side so I don't clutch to him for dear life. Or embarrass the shit out of myself when I beg him for his dirty cock.
"Okay." I pull back, but don't move and stare at him.
His thumb brushes over my lips. "I love this little birthmark. You have a beautiful mouth."
"Thank you." Jesus, I'm lame but he smiles again.
"I'll be right back."
"Wait." I grab his hand. "I'm getting a divorce."
I don't know why I say it, but his eyes widen for a second and then he frowns. "Are you sure?"
At this moment in my life I'm only sure about two things. That my marriage is irrevocably over and how much I want the man in front of me. "Yes."
He searches my eyes and then nods. "Then, I'll be right back. Stay wet for me."
And just like that, he sets my pussy to pulsate mode.
4
Saona
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The shower is running and so am I…to the window, back to the bed, and back to the window again. My skin is still buzzing from his touch and my nipples are painful rocks straining against my terrycloth robe. My feet keep trying to pull me toward the bathroom. I tiptoe past the bathroom door to the closet. I can see him in the mirror, his big hands lathering his torso in fast, efficient strokes.
Oh Jesus. Sweet, Divine Niño Jesús. What did I get myself into?
I didn't expect him to come here. I know I invited him, but I'm not his type. But he touched me like I could be. His hands tight on my ass and his teeth at my neck and…I bite my lip and hurry back to the other side.
I need to send him home. I don't owe David a damned thing, but this is not me. I don't invite strangers into my room to…
Fuck? ‘cause he's here to fuck you, Saona.
The flash of need is almost painful and the pulse is strong and vibrant between my legs. I back away until my ass plops on the bed.
He's here to fuck me.
What am I going to do? But no matter how many times I ask myself, the urgency grows and grows and my hand glides over my breast, sliding down my body and I know. My hand is not going to make it better. My body won't be sated with the circling attention of my own fingers and it shouldn't have to be. There's a big, hot and hard bartender here to take care of me. I just need to let him. Let him, please. A moan flies out from my lips.
"Don't start without me."
My head snaps up, the pulse back at my chest. He's naked except for the towel snugged around his hips. There are miles of chest, a long valley of torso, and the full paw of a black animal tattoo curling around his shoulder. It’s a stark but beautiful contrast on golden, tanned skin. He's a few feet away but his eyes are not on me. His gaze is fixed somewhere low on my body, where my hand is entrenched between my legs.
I make to yank it out but he starts walking toward me and I'm frozen with a hand on my crotch, my mouth wide open, and not a thought in sight but, “Fuck me.” Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Fuck me so good, until I black out.
He stands in front of me. "Bad girl. I want to be the one to do that."
I’ve never been called a bad girl before. But I could be a bad girl for him. My butt squirms on the bed. I fixate on his towel, on the way it clings to his hips and I want to see all of him. I hook my fingers where the ends meet, and I undo them.
His engorged cock springs toward me. The towel slips from my fingers in the same swift, almost violent manner as the breath flees my lungs. He's big, so big I shudder, imagining him sliding all the way in, stretching me until my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Is that real?"
He chuckles. "Suck it and find out."
I rear back at his crudeness and get ready to tell him he can go suck himself but there's a teasing gleam in his eye and a half smile playing about his lips. He’s taunting me like he knows I won’t do it. Because I don’t look like I would. I’m filled with the overwhelming need to prove him wrong… And you’re kinda dying to know what he tastes like.
I cup him, letting the tips of my fingers lightly trail over the seam between his balls and slide to the base of his dick. I grasp him firmly, letting that hot cock fill my palms. My gaze returns to his and he's no longer smiling. His mouth is hanging open and I want to gloat but instead I inch my face toward the tip.
"Saona, I was jok—" I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. “—fuck. God. Jesus.” He groans, and it emboldens me to tease him with the tip of my tongue and suck him. I pull back, letting his hums guide me, and suck him back into my mouth, placing my hands at his hips.
"Take me deeper." His voice is hoarse. His fingers dig a trail into my ponytail, pulling at the tie holding it up, trying to undo it.
I take him deeper and take my hands off his hips. He sucks in a loud, hissing breath and flexes toward my mouth, holding my chin in his hands. I undo my hair and let it fall down my shoulders.
"This is so fucking sexy."
My hands settle at his hips again and he lets go. I look up at him and he nods.
"It's your show, bad girl. Make it hot."
I'm already hot, way too hot for him. He brushes my hair back from my face and lets his hands slide down my shoulders. One hand sneaks inside my robe and he palms my breast, giving it a firm squeeze. He tastes so good and I feel powerful right now that I have him at my mercy this way.
He pinches my nipple and my ass grinds against the mattress and I suck him harder. His hips flex so fast, sending his cock to tap my throat, ripping off a guttural sound from me that bounces off the walls of the quiet room. He moans. My eyes water, and my hands fly to my throat. I’m more startled than anything but he pulls back and out of my mouth with a loud and startling pop.
"Sorry, are you okay?" His fingers skim my cheeks, his face way too close, like he’s really concerned.
I stare, open-mouthed, and savor his salty essence on my tongue. I lick my lips and nod.
He smiles. "You need water?"
I shake my head. "We need a condom." I croak and God, how thirsty do I sound...
He nods and disappears through the bathroom door, giving me the first glimpse of the whole tattoo. The body of a panther fills the middle of his back. Its front paw is draped around his shoulder. He comes back with a condom out of the foil and in his hand. He rolls it over his dick and bends toward me. I can’t stop staring at him. He runs a thumb over my lips. His other hand sleeks down my chest, parting my robe again. His lips crash against mine.
I share the saltiness with him, marveling at the fact that he'd kissed me after I'd gone down on him. I thought men didn’t do that. But I'm eager for his lips, his mouth, his tongue, his hands stroking circles between my folds.
He pulls back to look in my eyes. "Is this all for me, Saona? Are you this wet and needy for my cock?"
I nod. "Please, fuck me."
His light cognac eyes turn darker and his hand drifts to my ass. He's lifting me up with one hand and guiding his dick over my entrance. The shudder threatens to undo me as he circles my pussy twice.
He plunges inside, stretching me out. It's not painful but I tense and contract.
"You feel so fucking good. How can you be this tight?"
"Kegels," I gasp out and I want to die because he frowns. “They’re exercises.”
He frowns. “For your vagina?”
I can’t answer. It’s too embarrassing.
He thrusts, sending my thoughts out of the window and my breath into a strangled moan. He pulls back, almost out, and thrusts again.
"More," I beg, planting my feet on the bed and arching myself higher.
He pushes all the way in and back almost out again and all the way in again.
"Like that." I try to grind myself tighter against him.
He revs up a new rhythm, an in-out-back in-grind. The first time, I choke on my moan. The next time, I dig my nails into his arm. The third time, the feverish heat gets to me and I'm ready to kill him.
"Go faster," I snap, and he chuckles, probably because I'm a writhing mess. "Come on. Stop playing with me."
This time he slams into me and picks up a new tempo, a faster and lengthier one that lets me feel every inch of him. It's accompanied by the clapping of our bodies and crescendos with the percussion of his balls slapping against me. I want to scream yes, that this how I want it, how I like it, but I can’t. I can only look up to him in awe. Because he's playing me like a fine instrument.
Everything starts to crash inside me. The thrumming of our bodies, the way he's watching me in complete silence, biting on to his lower lip. His cock growing harder and his eyes darker. My belly tightens and heat flashes all over me. I moan and moan and my head falls back, my eyes close and light explodes behind my eyelids. I fall over the edge, weightless, helpless to the surge of bliss.
He shifts forward, his chest plastered against mine. My eyes fly open but all I can see is the ceiling and the medallion with the carved fern and leaves detailed around the light. Jax’s head is buried in the crook of my neck and he's moving faster, his hands gripping my ass tighter. I’m going to have fingerprints tomorrow but I don’t care. I'm riding my own wave that I want to hold on to. I wrap my arms around his massive shoulders, splaying my hands at his back.
He grinds into me twice more then goes still, rasping out, "Your pussy is fucking gold."
Jax
* * *
How the fuck is this happening to me?
My breath is gushing out of my chest in desperate gulps and I roll off Saona. I'm way bigger and heavier than her. I don't want to crush her. We retreat from each other like boxers after a long round. I discard the condom in the trashcan by the nightstand and go back to lying down on my back, trying to catch my breath. She's on her stomach. The robe I never got to take off covers her shoulders, but it's pushed up to the middle of her back, leaving her ass bare.
Her face is turned away from me, her hair spread over the mattress. We are in the middle of the bed, my legs dangling over the end. Hers slightly tucked in the other side.
This is some crazy shit. I never expected her to be so tempting. I never in a million years expected her to have invited me to her room. I God-damned never expected her to put my dick in her mouth when I was just messing with her.
She didn’t get offended. No, she’d taken me by the balls. Literally. And Jesus, what fucking idiot could divorce a woman with a mouth like that? She'd made me lose control with that vacuum-hard sucking. And the sound of her choking on my dick…that was the sexiest thing I've heard in thirty-two years of life.
I thought she would shy away and be mad but no, she’d soldiered on. No, not soldiered. She’d captained on. I loved her faster, harder, stop playing with me.
I’m obsessed with the dip of her lower back. It goes far in and then her rocking ass rises from there. My hand is halfway up, ready to massage that spot and follow up those big fleshy mounds but I freeze. Does she even want me here anymore? She hasn't moved or looked at me. I need a couple of more rounds with her but, like I said, it's her show. It's always the lady's show.
"Can I touch you?"
Her head rises slowly from the bed, and that long neck stretches with it. Her torso backs up and I get a beautiful side-boob shot. She lays her head back on the mattress, facing me this time. Her hair half covers her face, but I can see those fucking, Chambord-brown eyes and that damned sexy, teasing birthmark on her lower lip. She nods slowly.
I brush away the hair from her face so I can look at all of it. Her lips semi curve, making that birth dot even more visible. It’s a magnet for my thumb to ghost over. Her lips purse and my cock twitches. I get semi hard from touching her lip and having her gaze trained on me. This shit is crazy.
I pull my hand away and take it to its original destination, the cleft on her lower back. I draw circles with my finger. Her skin is soft and smooth.
“Why are your hands so rough?”
My fingers still. “I’m sorry.”
Her hand shoots out to press over my forearm. “Don’t be. Your calluses…hit the spot. I was just wondering how a bartender/government worker’s hands get so rough?”
There’s a slight flush at her cheeks and my chest puffs out. It’s easy to tell her. “I’m renovating my house.”
Her head comes off the mattress. “You’re handy too?”
This woman is entirely too good for my ego. I give her a half smile and resume my circles on her silky skin. “I bought an old house. It needs all kinds of work. I just finished working on the rooms on the first floor, minus the kitchen.”
“What kind of house?”
“A Georgian colonial. It’s huge. Sometimes I don’t know what I was thinking. It needs too much. You should see the amount of work I put in. That the floors alone took. The stripping, sanding and staining. The stairs had me hurting for a week. But she shines every time something’s finished.”
She smiles. “Love at first sight.”
“What?”
“The house. You fell in love with it. It’s in your voice and you call her a she.”
What the fuck. I look away from her. I was going on and on and she probably doesn’t care.
Her hand presses against my cheek and our gazes meet for an electric second. She drops the hand. “I’m sorry.”
I want to tell her it’s okay. That I like it there but that’s probably not safe for two people who are just fucking each other for one night. It was super not okay for me to caress her back like she was my old guitar. I should probably get up and go.
I take her hand and kiss her palm, the inside of her elbow and all the way up her arm until I’m at her lips. She turns on her back and I get on top of her again.
I bite her lower lip and flick my tongue over the birthmark like I’ve been fantasizing about all evening. She moans and rubs her hips against my thigh. Her hot pussy glides over my skin and my semi turns into a full blasting hard on.
She attacks my mouth and I get the words out between the sexy assaults of her tongue. “We need another condom.”
She points at the nightstand, never taking her mouth off me. I straddle her thighs and reach for the hospitality gift basket. I’ve been working for this hotel long enough to know there’s a pack with three condoms at the bottom. I reach in and palm for them but can’t get them. I give up and dump the contents on the nightstand. The lotion and lip balm hit the floor.
She laughs against my mouth and then sucks on my tongue. Her fingers find my erection and she begins to do that soft glide thing up and down.
If she doesn’t stop that I’m going to come all over her hands and wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
I grab a condom, rip the foil and pull back to smooth it over my aching cock. She spreads her legs, giving me a full view of her welcoming oasis. My mouth waters and I just want to sink myself in her tight heat.
My cock is begging and pulling to go in there, but I shake my head.
She’s still wearing the damned robe. I sit back on my heels and pull on her hand until she’s on her knees. “I want to see all of you.”
She wets her lips, her tongue grazing my favorite birthmark. My fingers tremble as I untie her robe and roll it back on her shoulders. Her breasts are round and full but not huge. I can’t wait to suck them. Her waist is so narrow. I marvel at her luscious ripe pear-shape.
“You are beautiful.”
And I need to feel her tits on my chest. I pull her to me and she climbs on my knees like she can read my mind. I sink myself into her wet, decadent pussy and enjoy the heavenly ecstasy. I press on her back until she’s flush against me. Her nipples pebble at my chest. My teeth sink on her lower lip and her breathy sigh fans over my face.
Her hips circle and we both moan. I’m so hard and she’s so soft and the friction is fucking amazing. I tilt her back and she holds on tight, rocking her hips against mine. I want to fuck her slow but the way she’s bucking against me, she’s not going to stand for that. I don’t think I can either.
So, I give it to her hard, tilting her ass on my knees and dropping my head on her shoulder. She lets her head hang back to offer me her chest. I can read what she needs too. I flick my tongue over one nipple until she moans, and then suck it into my mouth. I suck hard until she’s clawing at my hair and her fingers are digging their way down my back.
She’s demanding, like the boss in the porn. Only Saona’s classy. The fragrance of her expensive soap clings to her skin and she’s delicate when she’s touching my dick.
“I’m—”
Her words turn into a loud moan and her pussy pulsates in a beautiful, violent beat and she falls back on the bed, still tilted with my dick inside her.
