Page 31 of Beauty
“No, I don’t think you are,” she says almost breathless. “But still,” she whines. “I need your cock, right now, inside me. Please, I needyouinside me.”
Bringing my mouth to her ear, I rasp, “I don’t fuck a lot because when I do, I like to do it a certain way. Sex isn’t just sex to me.”
Her body tenses a fraction and her green eyes meet mine. They’re boundless. “You make love?”
I shake my head, even as that thought burrows into my brain. If she were the one I was fucking, could it be that way?
“No, baby, I don’t make love. I ravage. I fuck. Hard. I will draw orgasm after orgasm out of you. I’ll make them last so long you won’t know when one ends and the next begins. It won’t be sweet. It won’t be gentle. And for the rest of your life, you’ll crave it. But you’ll never find it again. If you want my cock inside you, then you have to know that’s what you’re signing up for,” I grit out, my spine already tingling. “Or?—”
She shakes her head. “I want the first thing.”
Need and relief course through me. That’s my needy girl, already willing to submit. To take what I’m offering. If we had more time, I have a feeling she’d be everything I’d ever need.
“Or I make you come on my lap right now. Then I lay you down and fuck you with my tongue. With my fingers. I’ll let you ride my face. I’ll get you off again and again and leave it at that. I’ll kiss you, cherish you, make you feel like you’re walking on clouds. But I won’t fuck you.”
“I don’t know,” she says, her voice taunting, “you moved rooms just to get away from me. We already know I can make myself come. So I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me until I don’t remember my own name. And if you don’t—” She sits up straight and swats away my hand, then replaces it with her own as she rolls her hips against my raging erection. “I’ll rub this hot pussy all over your dick, I’ll play with my tits like this.” She writhes on top of me, rolling her nipples and crying out. “And after I come,” she breathes out, licking her lips which turn up into a delicious smile, “I’ll send you back to your new room.”
I’m so lost in the way she’s bringing herself to the precipice that I’ve lost the ability to even sense the way my own release builds.
“Fuck, baby. You need to?—”
Lost in her own pleasure, she glides her hand down her stomach and pushes the red fabric of her bikini to the side, exposing her glistening pink flesh. As she slides two fingers past her opening, my mouth waters, and when she pulls them out, soaked, and presses them to my lips, I swear my soul leaves my body.
“Suck,” she commands.
In absolute awe of the sexual being hovering above me, I obey, savoring the taste of her arousal. She swirls them, taunting, teasing, essentially fingering my mouth. My balls tighten and my ab muscles seize, and for the first time in my life, I come in long, hot spurts, right in my fucking shorts. Sienna falls apart on top of me, letting loose the sweetest sounds, her skin turning the prettiest shade of pink.
“Holy fuck.” I loop my arms around her back and pull her to my chest, panting. “Never in my life have I come in my shorts. You’re a fucking dream.”
Head tipped back, she surveys me, her eyes dancing like she’s just getting started. “Now who’s craving who?”
My brain is a scrambled mess. As are my pants. Holy shit. With a laugh, I admit defeat. “You win. But I already told you wanting you wasn’t an issue.” I brush her hair back. “If we’re going to do this?—”
She inhales sharply. “Oh, we’re doing this.”
I smile. “Then we need condoms. You need to eat too, and I need my glasses.”
Brow lifted, she coos, “Condoms? As in plural.”
I cuff her neck and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her like she’s my oxygen. “Yes, I’m going to fuck you repeatedly, and I don’t plan on coming in my pants again.”
A wickedly delighted smile creeps up her face as she trails her fingers down my chest. “I’ve never made a man do that.”
“Well, you did it.” I ease her onto the mattress beside me. “Now I need to shower and gather necessities. We aren’t leaving this room until you’re as well and truly fucked as I am.”
She giggles. “Impossible.”
I pinch her nipple. “Brat.”
With a squeal, she rolls away and hops off the bed. “I didn’t bring condoms, and your shorts are a mess.” She gives the wet spot on my crotch a pointed look. “So you’ll have to be resourceful.” With a giggle, she spins and saunters to the bathroom.
When the shower turns on, I stand and shuck my damp shorts. I take the time to fold them and leave them in the corner of the room to ensure they don’t get anything else dirty. Then I call the front desk and ask them to have all my belongings brought here. Now that I’ve had Sienna, I have no intention of leaving her side. For the next forty-some-odd hours, she’s mine.
After perusing the room service options, I wander to the bathroom door so I can check in with Sienna about food allergies and preferences. She tells me she’s easy—not true—and that she’ll eat whatever I order. I place an order for a salad, a charcuterie, and a burger and fries for us to split. That should get us through at least round one. Then I pluck a fluffy white robe from a hanger in her closet, steal the key card off her bureau, and head out the door.
A few quick strides later, I’m standing outside the villa I gave up.
After I knock, there’s movement inside, and an instant later, the door opens and Ernie appears.
