Page 6 of Something Borrowed
“Oh, yes,” I whimper, struggling to breathe, to think, to exist.
“Ah, hell,” he roars against my throat as he burrows his face there. “Need you to come for me. Want to feel you soak my cock. Let me feel it, Lark. Be my good girl and come for me while I’m deep inside you.”
His praise does things to me I cannot control. I’ve never needed a man’s approval or praise and yet when it’s coming from him, this way, it’s all I want in this world now. Lifting against him as he pumps in and out of me, I cry out as a final drag of the root of him against my clit sets me off. A burst of colorful stars explodes behind my eyes as I come, and I clutch him to me as the pleasure washes over me hot and heavy.
“There it is that’s what I want. That’s it, good girl. Fuck. I’m coming, Lark. Coming inside you because I want you taking every drop,” he moans.
Nodding, I fuse my mouth to his as he pumps his hips faster, harder, slamming the bed against the wall. I could laugh, it’s so unlike anything I have ever experienced. Lovemaking was always slow, soft, a moment shared between me and the man I married. It was never dirty or hot or sweaty and loud. This is and it’s the best thing I have ever felt.
“Look at me,” Lawson demands, tugging at my hair again. “You want it, don’t you, love? You want me to come inside thispussy?”
“Yes, yes, come inside me baby,” I beg, nails scoring down his back as he pounds into me relentlessly.
“Ah hell,” he roars, throwing his head back, pistoning his hips a few more times before he gathers me closes, his mouth sealing to mine.
Lawson kisses me deeply, sending pleasure rippling through me. I can feel him jerking inside me, feel the jets of cum shooting as he comes. Grinding his hips, he rubs the thick root of his cock against my aching clit, and I shout as it detonates another explosion of pleasure inside of me.
We collapse together, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Again, I want to laugh when I see the clothes strewn about, the twisted sheets, all like a scene from a smutty book. But it is no book—this is real life. I go to pull back, unsure of what comes next. I have never hooked up with a stranger in an exotic hotel. Lawson refuses to let me go, gathering me close.
“Come here, love. Let me hold you, let’s get some rest,” he sighs.
Nodding, I snuggle against his chest, pressing my hand over his heart. It pounds beneath my fingertips, and I glance up at him. My own heart is racing, galloping in my chest and I fear it has little to do with what we did with each other—but everything to do with what we shared with one another.
Choosing not to confront it, I fall asleep in complete contentment.
Chapter Four
Lawson
Lying is not something I am prone to.
Keeping the truth from someone is still lying, yet I cannot figure out how to tell Lark the truth. I fear once I do, the weekend I want so badly will be ruined. I want this weekend with Lark. One night with her proved that. Hell, one night with her might have made me want a hundred more nights.
First, I must come clean about who I am.
“Morning handsome,” she purrs against my throat before her warm mouth is there, stirring everything to life inside of me.
Lark sprawls across my chest, her thick silky hair spread everywhere, smelling good and tickling my skin. I cradle the back of her head, tilting it back so I can take her soft mouth in a good morning kiss. I get lost in it for a moment, thinking of all the mornings I could have waking up with her.
Crawling over me, she presses her soft curves against my hard lines, and I cannot get my fill of her. My hands skim over her soft breasts, her thick hips, her plump ass, adoring every inch. Her tongue tastes sweet as it licks at mine, her soft tits rubbing deliciously against my chest as she starts to move.
“Take me inside, love,” I rasp, my morning wood pushing greedily against her slick opening.
“Yes,” she moans, throaty, raw, hot as hell.
Pushing up on her knees, she presses her hands against my chest. Staring up at her, her hair falling around her in inky waves, her tits swaying as she rocks against my stiff dick, she is a vision of perfection. Her wet slit rubs back and forth against my aching cock before she reaches down, fisting me with a sexy smirk at her lips.
Without a word, she rubs my length between her folds thenmoans as she pushes me inside slowly. Grasping her hips, it takes everything in me not to slam balls deep. I want to get as deep as I can and stay there. Slowly, she lowers, inch by inch, the slide of her wet, tight heat so good my eyes roll back in my head.
“Jesus,” I hiss as her pussy ripples around my cock. “You feel so damn good,” I groan, smacking her ass to get her to move.
That smack stuns her. I see it in her eyes. In the way her fair skin flushes. My smut reading girl likes it. I smack her again, and we both moan as her pussy flexes again. Reaching up, I palm her heavy tits as she starts to rock. Sitting up, I close my mouth around one nipple, my fingers twisting and tugging at the other one.
“Oh, Lawson,” she moans, slowing down when I need her to go faster. I reach back and smack her ass again and she cries out, moving faster. Harder, taking me deeper and deeper. I smack her again and her pussy flutters around mine as she starts to bounce.
“That’s it, good girl. Bloody hell, that’s it,” I grit out, sliding my hand to over her hip to find her clit. I rub at it with the flats of my fingers, smirking when she whimpers and bounces faster, rocking the bed against the wall.
Once again, I hope the entire hotel hears us, I hope they all know it’s my cock making her feel this good, it’s my touch, me filling her that has her moaning my name and fucking me harder, faster. I whisper filthy things to her, how good her pussy feels, how hot she looks fucking me, and she slams down on my lap, her hands clawing at my thighs.
