Beckett hat I read in Arianne’s eyes unhinged me. The expression on her face —a tempting combination of boldness and vulnerability—when she placed her wet panties inside my pocket was so fucking potent, my cock jerked to attention. No way was I going to waste another second at that stupid gala when I could be balls de ep inside her. I didn’t even attempt to find Gage, Tomas, and Anders in the crowd. I high-tailed it out of there with the lady in red who had the audacity of throwing my salacious promise right back in my face. The short ride back to the inn is torture. Arianne doesn’t speak. Neither do I. All I can do is hold her hand in mine, willing myself to control the volcano building up at the pit of my stomach. Upon arriving at the inn, I jump out, round the front of the car, my eyes on her through the windshield—to the chauffeur’s bewilderment—and open the passenger door to let her out, leaving her no choice but to trip after me in her high heels as I race inside. My overwhelming desire is so all-encompassing, good manners fly out the window. I nod in acknowledgement at Astrid and Günter as I rush us back to our rooms. I pull out my key card, scan it, and push her inside. I close the door behind me and whirl her around, placing her back against the door. I move closer, right into her space. I tip her chin up, my eyes narrow thoughtfully on her face. “Where did you disappear to?” “I... was...” Her lips twist. “Don’t even think of lying to me.” She tells me all about the risqué British couple and how she became a participant to their kink. I’m incredulous. I never would’ve pegged her as a voyeur. Just when I think I’ve figured her out, she pulls a fast one on me. “You’ve done the impossible—you struck me speechless.” “I know. I should be ashamed.” She drops her gaze to the floor and bites against her lower lip. “Remember when we met Larkin you asked me questions about the private club?” “I do.” “Congratulations, you just got a crash course. Now, you know what happens at Dark Compulsion.” “Oh.” “There’s a lot more than that, but watching others get down and dirty is part of a long list of kinks you can satisfy.” “Oh.” “Now, I understand the urgency. The Brits performed. You enjoyed. And then you didn’t know what the hell to do with yourself.” “Yes,” she says. I reach for her panties, still safely tucked inside the pocket of my jacket, bring them to my nose and inhale de eply. Damn. “You decided my cock was your only salvation and came looking for me because you want me to wreck your pussy like that man drilled his wife’s cunt?” “Yes,” she says in a whisper. Raw desire flares, scorching hot, and rips right through me. “You’re lucky. I’m in a giving mood. Where do you want it?”
Her eyes avert mine, shifting from left to right. I tighten my grip on her chin. I lean in, my breath feathering against her cheek, then against the corner of her lips where I speak in a coaxing voice. “I asked you a question.” She lets out a pleading sound, but still doesn’t give me an answer. I pull back from her and examine her face. Her long black eyelashes bat like crazy. “Arianne?” “The bathroom?” “Is that a question or an answer?” She shakes her head and then nods. “I want it in the bathroom.” Her response holds more conviction. “I can work with that.” My hand slides underneath the hem of her dress, traveling up her inner thighs before cupping her pussy. Her head falls back against the door and she moans. My middle finger slips between her pussy lips, grazing her hard clit. Arianne cries out as her hips jerk forward. I bring my lips to hers and swallow the sound in my mouth as I continue teasing her. Fuck, she’s so wet. “You need me inside you.” “God, yes.” “I have one question before I give you what you need.” “What?” “When was the last time you were with a guy?” “Is it a turn off?” “Did I say that?” “Why else would you ask?” I change tactics. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” Shock registers on her face, and her eyes widen so much, they take over her face. “You haven’t?” Three weeks is an eternity in my world. “I haven’t. I ke ep saying I’m going to destroy your pussy, and yes, the thought is sexy as fuck, but I don’t want to hurt you. I need to know how far I can take things.” She swallows hard. “It’s been close to three years.” “I thought you broke things off with your ex two years ago.” “I did,” she says. “The last few years of our relationship, the focus was on building Chance’s company. We lived at the office, returning to his house to sle ep, shower, and change. There wasn’t much energy left for romance or sex. I comforted myself with the hope that once he made it big, all the stress and anxiety would dissipate and we’d be a couple again instead of the boss-employee friendship we’d drifted into. Well... you know how that story ends.” That moron short-changed her in so many ways. He used her and then dumped her. Asswipe. “And no one else since your ex?” “No.” “Okay.” “Beckett, we don’t have to—” “The fuck we don’t.” I frown. “You provoke me and you think I’m not going to fuck you senseless? Your prolonged celibacy has no bearing on how damn much I want you, Arianne.” “Really?” “Really, baby.” She offers a dazzling smile. Her short bout of insecurity dissipates. “You’ve proven time and time again you can ke ep up with me, Arianne. Tonight, we aren’t putting the brakes on until my raging hard-on fills this pretty little pussy.” I slip two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out. She lets out a groan and her thighs tremble around my hand, as if coaxing me to continue torturing her. “Oh, Beckett.” Her words end in a shaky breath. Her hooded eyes drop to my lips. She bites down hard against them and lets out a low whimper. “Goddammit,” I say when her hand gropes my massive erection. I wasn’t expecting her bold move. She squeezes again, but I grip her wrist and push her hand away. “Don’t. Unless you want me to come in my pants. And that would be a damn shame and a waste of a good load.”
Her lips pull down in disappointment. “Let’s go to the bathroom so we can put my cum to good use.” I scoop her up in my arms. She shrieks. “I’ve never been sw ept off my feet before.” “Fair warning, there will be a lot of firsts tonight.” “I’m so ready,” she says with a mischievous smile. I march us through the dark room to the bathroom, turn on the light with my elbow, and drop her to her feet. I remove my tuxedo jacket and place it on the chaise longue in the corner. I fumble with my bow tie until it loosens, slide it off and fling it so it lands somewhere on the bathroom floor. I couldn’t care less. As I untuck my shirt from my pants, I catch a glimpse of her eyes on me with rapt attention. Her breath roughens when I pull the shirt off my shoulders, exposing my abs, arms, chest, and ink. “Your body is a work of art... until you, tattoos scared me.” “And now?” “They arouse me.” Good answer. “I want you naked. Ke ep the heels on.” She reaches around and unzips the dress, letting it slide down over her slender hips to pool at her feet, exposing her bare ass to me. She unhooks her red lace bra and tosses it to the side. Then she picks up the dress, walks across the bathroom, and places it neatly near my tuxedo jacket. Her eyes never leave mine. She comes and stands in front of me. I pause in the midst of unbuckling my belt to admire her. Her glorious nakedness is too much to bear. It isn’t the first time I’ve seen her without clothes on, but it’s the first time I’ll enjoy coming with her pussy gripping my cock. “Hurry,” she says, waving a finger at me. I chuckle, shaking my head. With a pressing sense of urgency, I toe off my shoes and remove my socks before pushing my pants and boxer briefs down my legs. I st ep out of them. When I stand up straight, my cock snaps against my stomach, pointing north. Fuck. I’m hard. “Give me a sec.” I rush to my luggage, rummage through it until I find a box of condoms. I grab a packet and run back to the bathroom. She’s leaning against the counter, waiting. I stalk towards her and drop the condom to her side. She smiles and pushes off the counter, but I place a hand against her chest. “Stay.” She does as she’s told. “Spread your legs for me,” I say, kicking them further apart. I grasp my heavy cock, stroking it from root to head. Her eyes drop to my grip. The tip of my cock is swollen and flushed in a de ep red purple shade of anger. All the veins running along its length pop, filled with blood as if reminding me how cruel abstinence has been. “Are you still dripping wet?” Before she can answer, I guide my cock between her pussy lips, dragging the head through her slickness, circling her clit with the engorged tip. The movement is slow and agonizing. “Oh, God.” She grips my forearm and dropping her head to my chest. “You’re my first.” She looks up at me, confused. “I’ve never dipped my cock between a woman’s lips without a shield.” “I like knowing I’m your first,” she says. “Don’t worry, I’m clean. I get tested regularly and I always wrap up.” “I’m clean, too,” she says. “After finding out Chance was cheating on me, I got tested.”
“You’re on the pill?” “I am.” “You’re okay with me playing with you like this?” “More than okay.” I resume my mission. The head of my cock skates over her hard clit in torturous circles. I apply more pressure, eliciting carnal groans from both of us. As if to punish myself, I press my cock inside her entrance, sliding in. The sensation is mind-blowing. I pull out before the urge to sink balls de ep becomes too overwhelming to back away. I grab the condom from the counter and bring the packet to her mouth. “Help me open it up,” I say. Her teeth clasp against the foil and I pull against it to rip the packet open. “Good girl.” Pushing away the pleasure of feeling her bareback, I resign myself to sheathing my imposing length. I lift her up. “I want you up here.” I place her against the flat surface. “Use the top of the counter as leverage if you need to.” “Okay.” “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She does. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you in the elevator.” My voice is strangled. “This is our first time together, but it might be hard and fast. You okay with that?” “More than okay.” When my heated gaze lands on her tempting lips, I take her mouth with a growl, biting and licking. I force her mouth open, demanding to be let inside. Our tongues tangle like crazy as I devour the hell out of her. She whimpers. I kiss her with ardor until we have no other choice but to come up for air. Not that I’d mind dying with my lips locked with hers. “You ready for me, baby?” “I’ve been ready since I slipped out of my wet panties.” The little shred of restraint I had around her fizzles faster than the explosive fuse of a bomb. I push inside her with such force, I swear the counter shakes beneath us. Arianne cries out, the sound mingling with my own strangled grunt. “God, you’re huge,” she says as I thrust in and out of her. All movements stop. “Am I too much to handle?” She shakes her head, and then nods. I’m not sure if that’s a yes or no. “You want me to stop?” I don’t want to pull out of her, but no way am I going to hurt her. “Don’t stop.” Her eyes boring into mine. “I’m not used to this sensation of fullness.” I know what I’m packing, but her words flare the alpha in me. “Let’s just say my ex never literally took my breath away when he entered me.” She lets out a little laugh. I can’t help mine. I drop a soft kiss on her lips. Her body relaxes enough to accommodate my size. Soon, the tension rolls off her. “It’s okay if I ke ep wrecking your pussy?” She clenches around me in response. She does it again, this time with more intent. “You feel me real de ep inside you?” “Uh-huh.” Arianne circles her hips, moaning as she presses her clit against the base of my cock buried de ep inside her. She tightens her thighs around my waist, gyrating her lower body in a frantic rhythm. “Good girl. That’s it. Take your pleasure from me.” I reach up and fumble with her hair until her locks cascade around her beautiful face.
She lets out a sharp gasp as her head falls back. I grip her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh as I move her up and down my rigid cock, torturing her—and me. My eyes drop to where her pussy is swallowing my cock. Damn. “God, your cock. Your fucking amazing cock.” I pick up the pace. I fuck her like an animal, a part of me considering taking it down a notch or two, another part knowing full well that’s not possible. She places a hand behind her on the counter and thrusts against me with fervor. She slams into me, bouncing up and down my erection. The points of her heels dig into my ass cheeks. “Goddammit,” I say. Pain and pleasure. She does it again. Fuck. By the third time, my balls are ready to fucking explode. I look down between us, amazed at their size. I’ve never seen them this swollen. With herculean effort, I ke ep it together. My hips move like a piston, sending my aching balls crashing against her ass with each swing. The sensation short circuits my body, the thudding sound shooting straight to my brain. Christ. I pull her body closer to me, and grind, and grind, and grind. “Oh, oh, oh.” I absorb her cries with my lips. With our tongues intertwined, I slide my hand between us and close two fingers around her clit and press hard. Her body goes rigid. She breaks the kiss and gasps inside my mouth. “Come for me, baby.” Her eyes glaze over right before her head lolls back. Arianne lets out a desperate cry as she comes apart in my arms, her orgasm washing over her. I’m a breath away from following her off the cliff. I thrust harder and harder. My balls pulse, eager for relief. Arianne slumps her body against my chest and circles her arms around my neck. She whispers, “Beckett, I need you to fuck me like this every day with your huge cock.” She’s probably still riding the climactic wave, but every cell in my body responds to her invitation. One, two, three thrusts. “Arianne. Baby. Oh, fuck.” No amount of mental coaxing can muffle my shouts as I r epeat her name over and over again. I shoot my load de ep inside her, wishing there was no barrier between us. Jesus Christ. Satiated beyond belief, I bury my face in her neck with a low groan. We both struggle to get our breathing under control. It takes a long while. I straighten up, remove the condom, and toss it to the floor. I lift her in my arms. On shaky legs, I carry her to the room. Astrid’s mistake is a godsend. I drop her to her feet and pull back the cover and sheets. “Get on the bed.” She does. I climb next to her and start trailing kisses down her stomach. “Beckett?” “Shhh, I’m not done yet,” I say. “Remember, I told you earlier I want my face to smell like your pussy.” She lets out a satisfied moan. “You’re making it hard for me to ever forget this trip—or you—Beckett Christensen.” Her voice is low and groggy. I’m sure her mind is still hazy and I doubt she’s conscious of what she just said. Well, that’s what I tell myself. Admitting her words do something to me would make this hookup a lot more complicated than it is. Why rock the boat?