I unbuckled his pants as we went at it, our tongues teasing each other and his insistent hands closing over my bare ass and squeezing hard. He broke away long enough to kick his boots off and step out of his pants and boxers.
I backed away from him slowly, letting my need for him build, that itch between my legs that I wanted him to scratch as hard and as deep as he could. I unzipped my dress as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. He came closer, pulling his cotton undershirt over his head as I dropped my blue dress down my body to pool at my feet like cool water. Reaching behind my back with both hands, I unfastened my bra, letting it slide down my arms and onto the floor next to the dress.
Pete had left the curtains open to the view of downtown Austin. We were way up on the fifteenth floor, the lights from the city coming in to glow on our naked bodies. I looked him up and down, getting hotter at the sight of his smooth biceps and strong, sun-bronzed arms. I dropped my hand between my legs and pressed into that wetness, just needing to do something about the throb down there.
He bit his lip, watching me with wide, needy eyes. But he couldn’t watch for long. He took me in his arms, crushing me to his body, his hard cock pressing into my stomach, the tip already wet. He kissed me again, his tongue filling my mouth, his hands running all over my body.
“I want to try something,” he whispered, lips moving over my mouth as I sucked at them hungrily.
He walked me back to the desk next to the window. He dropped his hands to my hips and spun me around so I was facing the window. I leaned forward, planting my hands on the desk for balance. Pete slid down, his hands traveling over my body slowly. He planted a kiss on one of my ass cheeks, and I giggled. His breath was warm on my sex when he pulled my legs apart gently. I whimpered and arched my back, lifting my ass to give him better access. He wrapped his hands around my legs, holding me open to him as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue tracing my lips, sending sparks of electric heat traveling up my body.
I moaned as he ran his tongue over my clit. He closed his lips over it, sucking hard, and my body went rigid with pleasure, my fingers spreading open on the desktop as I threw my head back, unable to speak, to breathe, as his mouth kept up its work. I felt his tongue slide inside me, stroking that itch and creating more luscious heat that I could feel lighting up my face.
I’d never realized how sensitive I was until Pete flicked his tongue inside me and that heat lit up my insides. I moaned, and he went deeper, pressing so far, his nose went between my lips. I snapped my hips, moving myself over his face, crying out as the pressure inside me built. It was too much – it felt like he was trying to tear me apart.
He reached to run one finger over my clit, turning up the heat so it clenched my entire body. I breathed in, but couldn’t breathe out again. The orgasm slammed into me, blooming between my legs and spreading that tingling warmth over my entire body.
I sighed and collapsed onto my elbows on the desk, unable to hold myself up any longer. I pressed my forehead against the cool wood, just needing to catch my breath.
Pete stood up behind me, his hands moving from my legs to my hips. I felt the head of his cock pressing into my hot, needy sex. I was exhausted from the burst of pleasure still running through me, but I wanted more. I arched my back again, and he responded by tightening his hands on my hips and sliding inside me. I was so wet for him that he went all the way in, getting so deep, I cried out. I’d never had him this deep. The stab of pain gave way to instant bliss as he started a rough, even rhythm.
“Emma, you’re so fucking wet,” he moaned, and thrust hard, drawing a breathless moan from me. His skin slapping against mine, his hands pulling my hips down hard onto his cock as he worked in and out of me; it was almost too much. I’d never felt such a mix of pleasure and pain. I’d never wanted someone more in my life.
“Harder,” I groaned, even though I was sure if he went any harder, I wouldn’t be able to stay upright.
He went harder, growling low in his throat. That heat kept building at the sound of him. I slid my feet wider apart, opening myself to him a little more. He responded by pumping harder. I wailed with the surge of ecstasy I felt, my body climaxing for the second time, this orgasm much harsher, the heat between my legs coating him with dripping wetness.
He groaned again and thrust himself as deep as he could go between my legs, his hands sliding up to take hold of my breasts. His body was one clenched muscle shivering against my ass. I rubbed myself against him, getting him even deeper, and he growled, squeezing my breasts hard before letting his hands slide from body. He stumbled back a step, his softening cock sliding out of me.
I pressed my head onto the desk again, too exhausted to stand and my muscles trembling with the overload of pleasurable sensation.
“Come to bed,” Pete whispered.
But I couldn’t move.
He took me in his arms, lifting me off the ground and carrying me to the bed. He pulled down the blanket and set me gently onto the sheets. I curled into the pillow as he went around to the other side of the bed. He got in behind me, pressing his warm body against mine, both of us breathing heavily, his muscled arm holding onto me tightly.
“That was amazing,” he said, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck.
“I’ve never done it that wa
y,” I said.
“We can do it that way whenever you like,” he replied.
I giggled at that. I thought about my empty hotel room next door and considered telling him I had to go. But I didn’t want to. I’d never stayed the night with him. I wanted to know what it was like to wake up next to him in the morning.
I closed my eyes, relishing the sound of Pete’s breathing evening out as he fell asleep and the feeling of his heartbeat against my back. Soon after, I fell asleep, too, not giving my empty hotel room another thought.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Pete
Monday
I was just finishing up my second cup of lukewarm coffee when Emma’s car pulled off the country road and came down the driveway. I couldn’t help the grin that sprang to my lips. Nothing made me as happy as watching that girl arrive in the morning. I had to stop myself from begging her not to leave at the end of the day. After the weekend, maybe she wouldn’t have to go home every night.
She walked over to the house, a small brown bag in one hand. She lifted it as she climbed the steps up to the porch. “I brought breakfast.”