Page 56 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
“Promise me that one day you’ll smother me to death with these.”
I gripped his hair that was just enough to be a fistful, and pulled his face up. “Not funny, Drix.”
His eyes hooded at my use of his nickname. “Not joking, beautiful. Now let go, I have a mission before the main course.”
Couldn’t argue with that, I guess. I relaxed my grip on his hair as he ran his tongue over my folds, sucking and nipping and literally making nom-nom noises over my clit. The man was ridiculous, but he soon had me coming all over his face.
He lifted himself up on his elbows, staring smugly down at me like he’d just done a good job, his grin ridiculously wide. He unbuttoned my linen shirt dress like he was unwrapping a present, kissing each inch of skin as it was revealed. I felt worshipped by the time he got to my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth through the delicate lace.
“Fuck,” I breathed, clawing at his shirt to get it off. He happily obliged, and he was goddamn beautiful. All that smooth golden skin—like he never spent any time with a shirt on—and hard muscle. I wanted to taste every inch of him. “Pants off,” I said quietly, and he rolled up from his position, making his abdominals flex. Ooh, pretty.
He stood back, peeling off the last of his clothing, and my mouth went dry. No one had any right to be that pretty.
“Gimme, gimme.” He laughed and dived onto the bed, making me bounce. I rolled, so I was straddling his hips, and ran my hands down his chest. “These are nice.”
He lifted his arms and grabbed my boobs. “So are yours.” I ground down on his cock, and he threw his head back, closing his eyes. “Fuck, that feels good, Viva.”
It felt so good, so right, and my good sense left me. I wanted to bury him inside me, feel every inch of him stretching me wide.
A condom flew out of nowhere and hit Hendrick in the forehead. I looked over my shoulder at a grinning Otto.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt, but remember the manwhore conversation?”
Hendrick huffed. “Seriously, man?”
Otto nodded, and left. I was laughing beneath my breath as I grabbed the condom and slid it on. Hendrick was still grumbling. “Mood killer.”
I leaned forward, kissing him softly. “He’s just looking out for you. Out for us. An STD or a baby would make this experience really, really permanent.”
Hendrick frowned, opening his mouth to say something stupid, so I grabbed his dick and held it at my entrance. He couldn’t help himself but thrust up until he was deep inside me. We both groaned, and I sat up, riding him in a slow, leisurely manner.
The look he was giving me though, it was making me feel… something. He was looking at me like I was the best thing since porn, his hands on my hips guiding my movements so he could bury himself balls deep.
He looked worshipful. Is this why he got so many girls? Did he look at every girl with this kind of reverence?
“Mmm, get out of your head, Viva. I have about four more minutes until I blow my load inside your fucking gorgeous body, and I’ve never come first.” He slipped a hand around, his thumb tapping my clit, and my thighs turned to jello.
Sweat slicked across my body as I moved to my feet, pistoning my body over his at the perfect angle so he was hitting all the good places inside me.
“Fuck, Viva,” he grunted, thrusting up, meeting me movement for movement. “Come for me, beautiful.” Another stroke of my clit. “Now.Come.”
I did as I was told, impaling myself tightly on his cock and falling forward to kiss him hard as he held my hips, thrusting up into me until he too was coming with a groan.
“Best dick ever,” I murmured, and he chuckled.
“Hear that, guys?!” he yelled toward the door. “Best dick ever!”
I slapped his shoulder with a laugh. This was nice.
Chapter30
Sampson
Whose fucking idea was this?
Aviva was buffered on all sides by us, but still, people were too close. I wanted to take her back to the hotel, seclude her in her room, maybe give her a few dozen orgasms until she forgot about all this. Forgot about this stupid trek around the world, forgot about Nemo, forgot about everything but us.
On the flip side, her absolute wonder was addictive. She stopped at every stall, touched a flower of every shade, talked to every vendor even though she didn’t understand what they were saying.
