Page 12 of One Taste
She scoffs, rolling her eyes and taking another sip of her drink. “Don’t call me a princess,” she corrects.
I shift closer until my side is flush with hers and whisper. “I bet you wouldn’t mind what I called you if my cock was inside you.”
All caution has been officially thrown to the wind., Damn, am I ever taking a chance with that line. The way I look at it, it’ll go one of two ways. She’ll toss her drink in my face since she seems to bea spitfire, or she’ll go along with this little game and I’ll have her naked in twenty minutes.
She pulls back, and her sweet smell trails away with her.
“Your cock couldn’t possibly be big enough for me to enjoy being called princess,” she quips.
My gaze drops to her lap where her hands rub over her thighs in nervousness. “You sure about that?”
She doesn’t say a word, but she signals the bartender over to us.
“Another round?” He asks politely.
The woman who’s had my attention for the past half hour glances from the bartender to me,then back to the bartender before she says the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Do you know if there are any rooms available? I think I might be a little too tipsy to catch the train.”
My ears perk up, and it’s now I realize this is happening. Rather than a quick in and out, I’m about to take this stunning woman to a room and devour every inch of her sweet, sexy body over the next few hours.
Then by morning, I’ll be home in mybed and she’ll be on a train back to Jersey remembering how my cock felt inside her.
Taking her hint, I stand and slide the bartender two hundred-dollar bills before bending down to whisper in her ear. “I’ll get us a room.”
Devin
Everything about the man holdsmy attention as he takes the key card from the receptionist at the front desk. When he turns from the desk, I get a good look atall of himas his eyes find mine while I wait off to the side.God, he is fucking sexy.
His tall frame is lean like he spends time in the gym, or exercising, but doesn’t revolve his life around it. A swimmer maybe? Who the hell cares if his cock is as big as he says it is? I’m not trying to marry the guy, just have a night of fun with him. His dark hair is cropped low to the sides with the top long and slightly curly. His eyes are the blue of the sea and they stand out strikingly against his dark hair. His cheek bones are prominent, framing a straight nose and a strong jaw with just a hint of a five o’clock shadow.
I watch as his long legs eat up the space between us and he closes in on me. My tongue sweeps over my lower lip as I stare at the room key he holds up like a winning lottery ticket.
“All set?” I ask, heading toward the bank of elevators. I’m eager to get to the room before I can change my mind. This isn’t my usual style but when a man who looks like Brooks hits on you in the bar and offers you a night of fun, even I know you don’t turn him down.
As I lead the way to the elevators, I feel his eyes on the sway of myhips and ass, which I was maybe exaggerating on purpose.When we stop in front of the elevators, I muster as much sexy and sultry as I can and look over my shoulder,my hair tumblingdown my backlike we're in a shampoo commercial. I give myself a mental fist bump as Brooks’ eyes flare with desire.
“Like what you see?”I ask, pressing the call button
“You have one of the finest asses I’ve ever seen.”
His words ignite me, taking me to a place I’m not sure I can come back from. I’m not sure I want to. I’m ready to toss my inhibitions out the door and enjoy my night.
Brooks is sexy, and dirty, I want nothing more than to smash my mouth against his and taste him. Have him taste me—devour me, as he chooses.
I want him to own me, even if it’s only for one night.
Flickering my eyes down to the crotch of his pants, I see a bulge large enough to impress any woman, including myself.Fuck.It’s massive. The eggplant emoji doesn’t have shit on him.
I wiggle my hips teasingly, just enough to make his eyes burn with lust, and it’s what I want. “Wait until you see it out of this skirt.”
He groans, and my pussy floods, soaking my panties.Jesus.
There’s something primal in his gravelly voice. As if at any minute, he will lose his control and slam me against this elevator and fuck me right here in the open lobby.
The elevator to the leftof usdings, signaling its arrival. The doors open, and we walk inside.My breath is ragged as I run my hands over my skirt, smoothing it in a nervous fashion.Hemakes me slightly nervous, but in an excited way. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been this turned on and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Shit, I need to gain some control over my hormones.
Only that’s not an easy task when more than anything, I want him to shove me against this elevator wall and take me. Only we can’t do that. Not yet. We’re playing a dangerous game of who can push who the hardest. He claimed to have a huge cock, so I challenged him to prove it. I suggested the room, he booked it. The next move is mine and I’m thinking slow torture until we get inside the room is best.
