Page 51 of The Irresistible One
I gave my slick fingers a lick so I would have her flavor on my tongue before I removed my wallet. I dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar top, knowing it should cover the three drinks and a tip, and once I slipped the wallet away, I took her by the hand. This hard-on couldn’t wait a second more.
“Let’s go.”
SIXTEEN
SOPHIE
The Cole and Spade Hotel was only two buildings down from mine, the presidential suite sharing the same view I looked at from my living room of the endless water of the Atlantic. Colson hadn’t turned on the light when we walked in; the moon created such a vibe through all the windows that I told him not to. With the curtains open, the glow was enough to see what we needed.
Which was each other.
I walked over to the far wall, my hand on the center of the glass, my fingers stroking the large, oversize pane as though I were tickling the moon’s surface. That was when he came up behind me. His hard-on pressed against me, and my eyes closed the moment I felt his breath on my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more room, and he took it, going in deeper.
His lips didn’t stay at the base; they trickled down my shoulder and up to my ear. “Do you want a drink?”
“I think I’ve had enough of those.” Not too many that mydecision-making was gone. I knew exactly what I was doing and where I was and how this merciless desire would have been there even if alcohol weren’t flowing through me.
“What do you want, then, Sophie?”
I wanted to come. It was that simple.
But tonight, I was going to be specific on how he made that happen.
With the strength and weight that came from his body, more of me moved against the cold window, which only made him lean further into me. His hands were navigating my curves, staying above my clothes this time, unlike when we had been at the bar. He swept around my hips and over my ass, slowly dragging up my sides to my ribs. There, he tickled, until he cupped my breasts.
“Your tongue,” I finally answered.
When he thrust his dick into me, the way his hard-on was positioned allowed me to feel his piercing, the metal grazing my backside as he clasped my nipple.
It was a rough, relentless pinch that had me exhaling, “Yesss.”
I wanted it harder, and it was as though he read my mind because as he loosened his grip and I thought he was going to switch to the other side, he came in powerfully.
“Fuck.”
“Sophie …” His tone was gritty, full of need and hunger. “Your body feels incredible.”
He arched my hips toward him and reached beneath my skirt, resuming the same kind of touch I’d experienced earlier—a double focus where his thumb was on the top of me and his finger moved toward the bottom. He was covering my most sensitive spots, and I was doing everything I could not to scream.
He didn’t deserve to hear that kind of reaction.
Not for everything he’d put me through.
Because if what he’d said was true—that the dominant had had a whole reason for leaving me hanging at Lush—then the sounds of my pleasure would be as satisfying to him as getting me off.
He wouldn’t get one without the other.
My fingers tightened in a ball as he dipped in; they pounded the glass as he twisted his hand. My nails clawed down to the ledge as he reached my G-spot. So many men thought it was mythical, but Colson hit it every time. And as he did, I started to unravel.
Quickly.
An orgasm was teasing me, igniting through my core in small waves. The only way to hold it off was by peeling myself off the window and turning around, causing his hands to drop from me.
The sudden change, going from such a high to an extreme low, was jarring. Enough so that I groaned. I could tell he was surprised that I’d done it, too, but he must have assumed I was ready for more because he reached for the sheer curtain that hung next to us—the one that framed this section of window—gazing up as though he were going to pull it from the rod.
That was when it clicked—he was going to use it to tie me.
Bondage was one of my favorite fetishes. I loved the loss of my hands, the restraint of my feet, the submission of my entire body. The trust that was involved. The way everything became so heightened when I couldn’t reach, grasp, pierce. Even the softest caressing of lips felt different when I couldn’t control when it happened.
