Page 13 of One Taste
Once inside the elevator, I head to the back of the car, to a place where I can breathe air that isn’t saturated with the smell of his cologne.God, he smells sexy.Closing my eyes, I take tiny, calming breaths to calm my aching pussy.Down girl, down.The sexual tension is of epic proportions ashe presses the button for our floor andslidesthe key intohis pocket.
Truth is, I haven’t had sex in about six months, and that was with Brad, the accountant I was seeing in California. He wasn’t anything to write home about. So, the fact I’m about to let a sexy-as-sin stranger invade every inch of me is exciting. I guess it’s a good thing they say it’s like riding a bike. Although, I have a feeling that this man is planning on being in total control and I’m thinking I’m completely okay with that.
My eyes open instinctively when I feel his presence. Ice-blue pools full of heat engulf me, eating me alive as if I’m the last supper, and it brings butterflies to my stomach.
I’ve never had a man look at me this way.
Crowding me, he reaches down and grips both handrails. He’s caging me in, but I’m not fighting it. I like the way he invades my every sense.
His large, thick thigh nudges apart my legs, and as he settles it between them, I feel his rock-hard length grinding against my hip. It drives me wild, and the gasp that slips from my lips is a noise I’ve never heard myself make.
Fuck me. I guess he had the same thoughts on slow torture as I did.
He runs his nose along the expanse of my neck, and before he pulls away, I swear another moan slips from my lips.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I do you.”
His. Fucking. Voice.It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard—deep and burning with desire, letting me hear how much he wants me. It does serious things to my insides.
“I want to know everything about your body,” hewhispers and my breath hitches. “The way you smell.The way you taste.The way you feel inside. How loud your voicegetswhen you scream my name. I want to know how many times I can make you come before youlose consciousness.”
My pussy screams for attention as he says every word slowly, as if he’s making sure I understand what he will do once we close the door to our room.
His words hold a promise of a filthy night consisting of only licking, sucking, touching, tasting, and fucking.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Keep talking, Brooks.”
“How wet is your pussy,Devin?”He touches the bare skin just under my skirt, inching his fingers up little by little. “Are your panties soakedfor me? If I were tokeeprunning my fingers up this sexy thigh, what would be waiting for me in the center, hmm?”
Anticipation, pleasure, and desire rage inside of me. I let my head fall back against the elevator wall softly.
“Your voice is so fucking hot,Brooks,”I whisper, my voice catches in my dry throat. “Icouldcome just from listening to you talk abouthow much you want my pussy.”
He has me so worked up I’m not sure I will make it if he keeps on with all his dirty talk. I’m not used to being spoken to this way, and I’m sure that’s why it’s making me horny as hell. A whimper escapes my lips and my pussy quivers, begging me for release.
It’s as if Brooks knows I’m about to come because his deep voice, dripping with devilish intent, halts me. “I’m not letting you come that quick, princess. We have a very long night ahead of us.”
The car stops at our floor,and I move past him quickly, angry about not coming but also eager to get to the room, get through the door standing between me and seeing Brooks naked.
He grabs my wrist before I can exit the car and backs me against the wall of the elevator one more time. “Just imagine what it’ll be like when I talk about how tight your pussy feels while my cock is buried inside it.”
My body weakens only for a moment before the hair on the back of my neck stands at attention.I need to feel his dick inside of me.“Holy shit,” I mumble, fixing myself as we exit the elevator. “I really hope you live up to the picture you’re painting,Brooks. Otherwise, I think I may die of whatever you call lady blue balls.”
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me against him, grinding his erection into my ass. I feel the long, hard length, and the only thing I can think about is having his dickinmy ass instead of against it. I’ve never wanted anal, so why here with him do I want it more than ever?
“Does it feel like you’ll be left wanting anything other than the ability to walk again?”he asks.“I promise you, princess, I live up to the hype.”
Sebastian
She turns and grabs mybulge, giving it a good squeeze. I grunt, loving the feel of her hand on my cock through my pants and boxers.
“Don’t call me princess, Brooks.I warned you about that once already,” she barks.
Her scent intoxicates me. Vanilla and sugar.It consumes me, filling my nasal passages with her and only her. The sweetest mix of sex and pure sweetness makes my mouth water with desire. I run my nose along the expanse of her neck, breathingher in beforeI pullback. “Whatever you say.” I smirk down at her, and place my hand over hers, making her squeeze my cock harder. “Keep squeezing,princess.”My tone is arrogant as I spit out the last word. “I like it. Although, I’m sure I’ll like the squeeze of your pussy better.” My wordscatch her off guard, allowing meto guide her back into the door behind us.
I booked one of the presidential suites. According to the receptionist, there are only two doors on this floor, and ours is the one to the right.
Raising my hands, I slide them into her hair and hold her head in place. I stare down into herdeepbrown eyes. They’re full ofdesire, lust, and seduction. She presses her lips together, drawing my attention to them.Fuck. I need my lips on hers now.
