Page 21 of Broken
At the end of the hallway, they stood in front of the wall-mounted retina scanner. The light turned green for them both, he opened the door, and she sashayed through. When the door banged shut behind them, they were met with silence.
In one simple move, he pinned her against the stairwell wall, her arms over her head, held together with one hand while he grabbed her ass with the other. “Ready to get fucked?” he bit out.
She leaned up, bit his lip, and released a low growl. “Areyouready?” She pressed her breasts against him and kissed his scruffy chin, then the corner of his mouth. She nibbled his lower lip before kissing him full-on.
If they kept this up, they’d be dry humping in the stairwell.
On a growl, she broke away, and chugged down a jagged breath. Her half-lidded eyes were black with lust. In silence, they walked up the stairs to the second floor. Desperate to touch her, he ran his hand down her back and grabbed her rounded ass.
On the second floor, he pulled her to a stop in front of their reserved room. They’d never played there before.
Virgins Are The Best
He stood in front of the scanner, but the light stayed red. He opened the app on his phone, confirmed he was standing in front of the right room.
He called Rebel.
“Hey, babe,” Rebel answered. “My line manager said you’re here. Where are you?”
“I’m outside the Virgin suite. Can you give me access?”
“You with Jack?”
“Yeah.”
A few seconds later, Rebel said, “You’re all set. Stop by later and see me.” The line went dead and Prescott slid his phone back into his pocket.
“Try it now,” he said to her.
She stood in front of the scanner, the light turned green. He opened the door and waited for her to enter before he followed. The second he shut the door, she was on him.
“Ohgod, I need you,” she bleated. “Hard and fast and rough. Over and over.” Her breathing was erratic, and she sucked in air.
He’d forgotten how riled she was, at first. Then, after her first orgasm, she’d calm down and he’d help her gain some control. Not tonight. If she was in town for one weekend, he didn’t give a fuck about breath control or any other kind of control.
She raked her teeth over his tongue while digging her fingers into his shoulders. The sharp sting of pain only fueled him to want to take her that much sooner.
He bit her lip. A groan ripped from her throat while she pressed her knee against his hardened cock. Then, she replaced her knee with her hand and massaged his shaft. He slowed their rabid kissing, appreciating the talented way her tongue tangled with his, how her breathing always fell in line with his. Was that on purpose or were they communicating on a primal level?
Didn’t know. Didn’t care.
“Look at me,” she murmured between kisses.
He opened his eyes. The lamp on the table bathed the room in a shadowy light.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “So badly.”
“No role playing?” he asked. “We’re in the virgin suite.”
“No, I’m desperate for you.”
“Hard and fast, just like you like it.” He toed off his shoes.
“Yes,” she hissed as she stripped off her shorts, revealing that sexy swatch of dark, pussy hair.
“Boots stay on,” he ground out, while maddening desire thrummed through him.
Unable to resist, he went to her and wrapped his large hand around the back of her neck while he cupped her pussy.
