As the elevator takes us up, I can feel my heartbeat thrumming in my chest. And the slippery wetness of my panties clinging very intimately. Am I really the kind of girl who sle eps with a total stranger on a first date? Apparently... maybe. My entire body is craving him like a newly-discovered drug. I never knew I could feel this hot. “So,” he purrs, still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” “No names.” I sound emphatic about that so I must be. Amusement flickers in his blue eyes. “One night.” I’m making this up as I go along. I mean, is there anything wrong with having one night of total abandon with an extremely hot stranger? I’ve been presented with the opportunity to cash in my long overdue V-card with a rich Adonis in his penthouse apartment that overlooks Waikiki Beach and—fuck it all—I’ve decided to take it. It’s time to put my big girl pants on (or take them off, more accurately) and cowgirl up. Then I can get on with my life, worldly and newly enlightened, and continue my gritty climb up the corporate ladder. “No strings attached,” I add. “And no regrets.” Stop talking! I sound like I’m reading from the cliché handbook. “All right, Tex.” A grin plays at the corner of his mouth. “Your call.” “Just so you know, I don’t usually...” “Fuck on the first date? Neither do I. But we’re in Hawaii. And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I might be in love with you already. I think we should go for it.” Okay, wow. I lean up against the wall, my heart racing. Ace places his palm flat against the wall behind me, tilting his head just slightly like he’s about to kiss me as he cages me with his big, warm body. “I’m not looking for anything serious,” I say. My brain is getting ahead of me. I’m desperate for this guy, but also terrified of how he’s making me feel. I already know I could get addicted. “You’re very charming, but I won’t fall in love with you. Just saying.” A smile cre eps over his lips. “Okay. Good to know.” “I mean, we don’t know each other at all...” He presses his body against mine, a knee pushing between mine to edge my legs open. “That’s why we’re here, Tex. So we can get to know each other. Really, really well.” His mouth is torturously close to mine as he murmurs, “Besides, I know enough. I know you have one hell of a pretty mouth. I also know that it would look even prettier wrapped around my big cock, which is so fucking hard for you I’m already very close to getting you extremely... dirty. And giving you the kind of orgasm that might change your mind about me.” Help. “W-what do you mean?” “You might fall in love with me after all.” In any other situation I’d laugh and call him out for being overly cocky, but I can feel his enormous erection pressing against my stomach and he’s right. He’s really fucking hard. And big. And hot. He slides a warm hand round the nape of my neck as his other hand pulls me against his stunningly hard body, teasing me, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he tilts my head to expose my neck. Slowly, his lips press against my sensitive skin. His teeth skim, and his tongue draws a sensuous line, which makes me shiver. He lets out a low groan as he tastes me and the sound funnels into me like pure, liquid lust. The pulse between my thighs is making me crazy and my need for his mouth on mine has become an overwhelming desperation. I need this man like I’ve never needed anything in my life.
I want all of him. I want to wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes inside me. His fingers edge the hem of my dress upwards, skimming over the lace of my panties, skating over my clit. I moan at the feel of his fingers’ warm, silky glide over the thin lace. “Damn, Tex, you’re so fucking wet, baby girl. You want me bad.” It’s slightly mortifying, but at the same time I don’t care. I’m too freaking horny. “Please,” I whisper, tilting my hips forward reflexively. I’ve gone crazy but I can’t help it. I’m lost in a rising haze of arousal. “Ace,” I moan as his fingers slide my panties to the side. My voice is breathy, pleading. My body has never felt so purely physical. I don’t care about anything exc ept his strong fingers, which skate teasingly over the center of my universe. He feels so good I exhale a soft gasp. Oh my god. This is already more intimate than anything that’s ever happened to me. If he ke eps doing that I’m going to come. He kisses me and I bury my hands in his hair as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth in slow, synced rhythm with his fingers, which slide barely inside me, gaining slow, slippery entry. It hurts a little, but in a good way. In a de eply hot, torturous way. The combination of the heady, erotic taste of him as he plays my body is stoking a wildfire pleasure that’s threatening to reach some crazy over-the- top peak. I need to reach this peak more than I need my next breath. If he doesn’t give it to me I might lose my mind. “Perfect girl,” he murmurs. “You’re so gorgeous. How do you want me to make you come first? With my fingers, just like this? Or with my tongue fucking you slowly. You feel so fucking good, I know you’re going to taste like the sweetest fruit on earth.” “Ace. Please.” I’m vaguely aware of the ding of the elevator. “Patience, Texas. We have all night.” His fingers slide free of me and he smooths my dress into place. Watching my eyes, he licks his fingers. “Come on, baby. We’re here.” Ace pulls me by the hand into a private foyer. He swipes his key card and we enter the penthouse. Even through my dazed lust I can still comprehend that it’s the most beautiful, luxurious space I’ve ever seen in my life. “Here’s your view,” he says, pulling me toward the panoramic window. The sliding doors are open to the private balcony, letting in the balmy breeze. “It’s so beautiful,” I gasp. It really is. The midnight-blue horizon melts into the ocean and, with no clear line between sea and sky, it feels like we’re at the edge of the world. Like we’re looking at an inky, velvet kingdom of waves and stars that’s all ours. It’s enough to take my breath away. I expect Ace to stop, pour some drinks, to make small-talk for a while before we find our way back to each other, but he doesn’t. He comes up close behind me, so close that I can feel the heat of his body. The lights in the room are dimmed and golden, but just bright enough to cast our reflections onto the window. Ace touches my shoulders with his palms and lets them coast slowly down my arms. It’s hypnotic, the slow movement and the feeling of my body coming alive under his touch. His mouth lowers to the curve of my neck, where his lips graze my skin. I lean into him, arching against him reflexively. His hands find my waist, caressing my hips, inching my dress up, his breath hot against my neck. “Tell me what you want, Tex. I want to hear you say it.” “I want you,” I whisper. They’re words I’ve never said to a man before but I I’m feeling them hard. His hands move to my breasts, gliding over the fabric of my dress, charting every curve and pausing at every flicker of a response. His fingers slip under the edge of my neckline and his breath gets heavier as he discovers I’m
not wearing a bra. My nipples tighten between his fingers as he plays me with rough, gentle fingers. With one hand still teasing my nipples, Ace’s free fingers slowly undo the tie that’s holding my dress together. The feel of his hands on my belly, my hips, my waist, with no barrier between us, makes me writhe with need. He turns me around, ke eping my body close, and eases my dress off my shoulders so it falls to the floor. All I’m wearing is a pair of tiny lace panties and my heels. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are. I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life.” His expression is intent and he growls another word softly. “Mine.” For tonight, yes. And only tonight. That’s our deal. I stare into those dark blue eyes and I force myself not to wish for more. When he kisses me, I do let myself fall, just a little. Tonight it’s okay to fall half in love with this stranger, considering what he’s about to do to me. His mouth takes mine, parting my lips with his tongue, stroking intimately. I take everything he gives me, lightly sucking on his tongue until he groans. When his eyes meet mine again, they’re blazing with desire. Currents of darkness and tenderness entwine between us. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Ace is looking at me now. Like every fiber of his being wants me. A girl could get used to a look like that. Ace lifts me carefully, as though I’m weightless in his arms. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commands, his voice low and gruff. I obey him and he carries me to the bed, laying me down. Crouching over me, he kisses me again, and for the first time in my life I want to be dominated. Ace is forcing me to take his lead and I melt under the erotic hunger of his kiss. My pussy is tingling and softening. A fresh wave of wetness saturates my panties. Yikes. Slowly, he kisses a line down the delicate skin of my throat. He plumps my breasts to his mouth and sucks greedily on my nipples until I moan. “That’s it, baby girl. Moan for me. Tell me how you want me to eat you until you’re screaming my name.” “I...” “Say it.” Ace peels off my panties. He stands over me, drinking in the sight of me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. You’re so damn wet for me, Texas. My dirty girl wants my big cock bad.” “Give it to me,” I breathe. “Please.” He hears my desperation in my voice and his dark, sexy smile sends me into a fit of giggles. Give it to me? How have I suddenly morphed into a raging nymphomaniac? “Oh, I’ll give it to you, gorgeous. But first I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re coming in my mouth. Then you can have my cock.” Okay, wow. It’s a crazy feeling, to be totally naked, exposed and vulnerable, while he’s still fully clothed. I love how big he is and the hot, feral look in his eyes. The huge ridge inside his pants is straining like it’s threatening to bust out. I did that to him. And I want more. I glide my fingers over his massive erection, squeezing lightly, fascinated by the hardness and the heat. The way it rears under my careful touch. He fumbles with his belt buckle and his huge, heavy cock springs free. Holy shit. His gigantic dick is veined and hot-looking. He’s so freaking big. In every way. I’m at this hot, sexy alpha male’s mercy. But there’s a power to this too. He’s so turned on. His cock is rigid against his stomach and there’s a slick of wetness at the broad tip
that makes my whole body blush with anticipation. Ace pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Whoa. His chest and shoulders are powerfully built. He’s muscular and olive- skinned, with that dusting of chest hair that’s so beguiling and foreign to me. A perfect wall of abs leads down to that delicious V. His hair is dark and his eyes glow like sapphires. The way he’s watching me is tender, but also primal. Our chemistry is raw and charged. This is a man who could have any woman he wanted. Right now he wants me. He’s mine. Never in my life have I lusted after a man like this. I take his cock in my hands almost tentatively at first. This is the first time I’ve ever been so up close and personal with... anything like this and it’s obvious there’s nothing ordinary about him. I lean forward. Lightly, I kiss him, barely touching my tongue to his silky bulk. I carefully ease my lips around the head, suckling him in tentative licks. Ace groans. “Fuck, Tex. I’m too close. If you do that again I’m going to come. Lay back. I need to taste you and fuck you with my tongue.” Oh god. “You ready for me, Texas?” Am I? “Yes,” I gasp, hoping like hell that I can handle this. He spreads my legs with his iron-strong hands. It’s then that Ace licks me, tonguing my clit before settling in and sucking me with a hungry, deliberate rhythm. I moan but he holds me in place as he eats me lustily. His fingers slide through the moisture as his mouth feasts in greedy pulls. There’s a stretching burn. But more than that, there’s a rolling burst of pleasure just barely out of reach that’s wild and uncontrollable. “Ace.” He feeds on my pleasure, forcing it higher, and higher, until it reaches an excruciating peak that’s simply the most intense thing that’s ever happened to me in my life. The pleasure explodes. My whole body is coming. I buck against his mouth to try to deal with the overload of clenching, white-hot rapture. “Fuck, my Texan girl tastes so fucking good when she comes,” he murmurs. How embarrassing. That literally took ten seconds. His mouth sucks tenderly on my clit with just the right amount of suction, spinning my orgasm into another long, lush spasming rush. Oooooh gooooddd. Aaccce. I realize I’m moaning as the clenching bliss milks his fingers. Ace teases the ripples further until they calm, kissing and licking my clit slowly, like he loves the taste of me and doesn’t want to pull away. Just when I think I might be about to come again, he removes his touch and climbs up my body. His eyes are dark and intense and before I get chance to steady my rocketing pulse, he’s crouching over me. My pussy’s still rippling and his enormous cock is laying against my belly. “Do you want more, baby girl? Let me hear you say it.” “Yes,” I breathe. “You sure?” “Please.” I need more of what this god-like man can do more than I need air. “Good girl.” He leans in and kisses me. It’s strange but also erotic as hell to taste myself on his lips. Ace reaches into a bag that’s sitting on the floor next to the bed and pulls out a roll of four or five condoms. Help. My nervousness makes me giggle again. “I guess I like your ambition.” “If you think you’re getting any sle ep tonight, Texas, you’re sorely mistaken. One taste of you was never going to be enough.” He tears one open and puts it in my hand. His voice is rough now, gritty with his need. “Put this on me.”
Now would probably be the time to tell him I’ve never done this before. But something stops me. I don’t want him to go easy on me. I want this alpha beast to give me everything. So I pretend like I know what I’m doing. I roll the condom down over his colossal hard-on, getting a feel for him as I stroke his hard length. His breathing is uneven, his eyes dark. “Fuck, you’re the sexiest girl, Tex.” His voice is a low, thick growl. I can tell he’s very turned-on. Another burst of moisture gushes into the tip of the condom and his cock barely jerks in my hands. He could come very easily now, I can sense this. The thing is daunting. It’s also inflaming some crazy, animal need in me that’s basically transforming me into a raging nympho. It’s mine. I want all of it. But will it be obvious how inexperienced I am? What if he realizes I don’t have a clue what I’m doing? I’ll mask my inexperience with enthusiasm, I decide. I grip his cock in my fist and cup him, exploring the feel of his outrageously enormous erection. His eyes lock onto mine again and he looks so hungry, so desperate for this, I only hope he can’t read my thoughts. Ace’s head lowers to my breast again, and his fingers caress me between my legs, teasing my slippery clit until the pleasure wave starts to build again. “I love how fucking wet you are for me, baby. From the minute I saw you at the bar, I wanted you riding my cock. You got me hard the second you opened that pretty little mouth.” How is he making me feel like this? It’s not just his touch or his tongue, although, hell, he certainly knows what he’s doing. He smells so good, all whiskey and man-spice and woodsmoke. I love his smile. The way he brushes the hair out of my face so carefully. I want him to fuck me like an animal and then hold me in his arms while we sle ep. His lips find mine again and as they do, my hips tilt upwards reflexively, inviting him in. He eases the head of his cock barely inside me, groaning like his heart is breaking. I gasp and close my eyes. It’s way too much. I was expecting the first time to hurt, but it’s the pleasure that’s unbearable. My orgasm starts slowly. I’m riding a star-flecked wave. My inner muscles still ripple with the last orgasm he gave me, drawing him de eper. “Tex. Fuck. You’re so fucking tight... so wet for me, baby, oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Ace grips my ass and, using the rhythm of my own writhing body, pushes de eper. I’m too tight, but the wetness and his thrusting force drives his huge thickness de eper. And de eper. As he thrusts, his thick cock rubs against some wildly sensitive trigger inside me. Again. And again. There are tears in my eyes because it hurts and because it feels so damn good. He thrusts again and that’s all it takes. The pleasure explodes in a rich, crazy, overwhelming swell. I moan his name. Each ripple of my orgasm pulls him de eper and we move together, grinding, gripping, fucking, needing more. Until I’m fully impaled, barely surviving the hot possession of his huge, thick length. Aware of nothing but the astounding pleasure, my body grips him tightly and he growls like he’s in pain. I know he’s fully inside me now as my body squeezes him in rhythmic pulls. I feel his cock jerk inside me, and the hot pulse of him takes me over another edge, the rush of spiraling waves tugging him over and over. We’re coming hard, locked in a secret, throbbing, pleasure-crazy dance. It lasts a long time and we let it, working it, writhing and gripping each other like we’re each other’s life raft. Wow. I’m floating. My eyes are closed but I’ve never been so flooded with feeling.
I think I might be in love. Is it possible to fall in love this fast? With a total stranger? It’s one night only, Dusty. Then why do I feel like I never want to let him go?