Page 7 of A Merry Invitation
A tapping on the window eventually pulled her out of her lust-filled daze and her mouth fell from his. In the dark interior of the truck, Slay held her gaze. Tiny pricks of white amidst the darkest brown of his pupils. “Stay the night with me,” he said as if she’d given him any indication that she planned to get out of this truck and run her ass home.
“Yes,” she whispered and brought a hand around to trace a finger along the outline of his lips.
He eased her off his lap, pushing her dress down and pulling her coat closed before lifting a fist to return the knock on the window. The door opened seconds later and Slay stepped out. He reached a hand inside for hers and Willow accepted it before climbing out of the vehicle.
They were at the back of a huge building, probably a hotel. She couldn’t tell because obviously the name of the hotel would be on the front of the building, but Big Sexy was there, moving them to a door they quickly entered. Another elevator, then another hallway, and then the big guy stood at the door as Slay tapped a keycard over the door handle and entered the room. The door closed and Big Sexy was once again left outside.
A few steps later and he switched on a lamp, its golden light illuminating a huge living space in what she suspected was a freakin’ penthouse by the size. Drapes were pulled away from floor-to-ceiling windows across the room. London’s nightlife on full display via moonlight and buildings glowing with lights. She didn’t have another second to take in the décor, because Slay was pushing her coat off her shoulders again. His hands moving deftly to remove that dress and her shoes, until she stood naked in front of him.
He licked his lips as he surveyed her from the tips of her toes to her braids which he reached up to free from the pins that she’d used to hold them up. When they fell around her shoulders, his lips spread into a slow smile.
“There she goes,” he whispered. “There’s my pretty songbird.”
Her cheeks warmed. After all the things this guy had done to her in the short time, she’d actually known his name, this, those silly little words were what had her blushing. And because she didn’t know what else to do while she was being so closely scrutinized by his adoring gaze, she stepped toward him and pushed the overcoat he’d pulled on off his shoulders.
He let her remove the coat and then his tuxedo jacket. When he lifted a hand to toy with a few of her braids, she unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his pants and undid the cufflinks at his wrists. They were gold and black and seemed expensive so instead of dropping them to the floor, she’d taken a couple steps to the end table she saw next to the couch and set them there. He hadn’t moved from where he stood and she returned to him, going for the button and zipper of his pants. She dropped to her knees slowly in front of him, dragging the pants and his boxer briefs down thick muscled thighs. That pretty dick bobbed just inches from her face as she moved and she resisted the urge to stop and lick. Instead, she eased his clothes all the way down to his ankles, before quickly untying his dress shoes, then removing them and pulling his socks along with the other material away from each leg.
When she stood again, they were both naked in this penthouse as tiny specs of rain began to splash against the windows.
“Turn around,” he said gruffly as he grabbed her by the waist and led her to that couch.
With a hand to the small of her back, he pushed her over the arm of the couch, until her hands were flat on the cushions. Then she heard him shuffling behind her, a tearing sound and seconds later, she felt his hands grip her ass again. He used one of his legs to push hers further apart until her ass was up in the air ready and waiting for the taking. She felt exposed and aroused as hell all at once.
He spread her cheeks wide then and the next thing she felt was the heated moistness of his tongue sliding down her crack. Her head came up, eyes closed as her mouth dropped open on a long gasp. He licked her there again and her thighs trembled. And again, as he circled her asshole this time, kissing it the way he’d kissed her mouth. Her fingers gripped that cushion as she screamed. Yes, screamed like the shackles had been cut loose and she was finally freed from a self-imposed sexual prison. She was loud and didn’t give a damn, this felt way too good to hold it in and Slay obviously agreed.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured over her. “Let me hear how good it feels.”
He kissed her ass again and she gave him exactly what he wanted. She tossed her ass back at him and yelled like she was being paid to scream wildly instead of sing. When he pressed two fingers into her and continued kissing her, she moaned, legs shaking, teeth biting into her lower lip. “Slay,” she grunted and then hissed. “What the…helllll?”
He didn’t stop, only gave a long, low, “Mmmmhmmm,” as he continued to work her into a climax that eventually ripped through her like a torrential storm.
And while her body was still vibrating and tingling from her release, he pulled his mouth and fingers away from her to slam his dick into her again. If he hadn’t been holding her tightly at the waist she would’ve catapulted over that couch with the force of his thrust. But he kept her exactly where he wanted her while he pounded into her time and time again. Until his name was like the lyrics to a new song she’d written tonight. “Slaaaaayyyy. Ohhhh, Slaaaaayyyy.”
He’d crooned right behind her. “Yeaaah, baaaby. Yeaaahhh.”
On and on they went while he stroked her expertly, digging deep inside her, touching places she’d never known existed, owning yet another one of her orgasms and solidifying the fact that despite not meeting with the music exec, this night had shaped up to be the best…Christmas…Ever!
Light poured through the windows of the bedroom, firing against her closed lids with heated force even as she tried to ignore it. Rolling onto her back, she pulled one of the pillows she’d been lying on over her face and groaned.
“I take it you’re not a morning person.” His deep voice sounded teasing and still sexy as hell.
She didn’t move the pillow but noted the cool breeze against her still naked body. It didn’t matter what season it was or what the temperature was in her bedroom, she’d always played a warring game with the sheets throughout the night. One minute they were on and keeping her warm, the next she was sweating and kicking them off so she could breathe. This was apparently a kick-them-off moment and considering she wasn’t alone, she wondered if she should seek some coverage.
“Hey,” he said pulling the pillow from her face. “You’re breathing so I know you’re alive.”
She blinked and stared up into those dark sexy eyes, let his smooth voice float around her, but resisted the urge to smile. Slay wasn’t smiling. His brow was furrowed, lips set amidst his handsome face in a look that was both stern and sensual.
“Yeah, I’m alive,” she said.
“Good.” He nodded. “I’ve got to head out. Get home and change so I can go to work.”
Snippets of last night played through her mind like a slideshow and she sat up in the bed. “It’s the day after Christmas.”
He didn’t respond but walked across the room to take a seat in a cushioned chair close to the door. He leaned forward to put on his shoes and she watched as the tuxedo shirt from last night stretched over the muscles of his arms.
“A car will be downstairs for you whenever you’re ready to leave. I’ve already ordered breakfast so eat, soak in the tub, take your time.”
A quick glance toward the nightstand where she recalled there was a clock, showed her that it was barely seven in the morning. She groaned. “Do you always get up with the chickens?”
