He moved his fingers to curl them into the sides of her skirt’s waistband. With a vicious tug that took her hips and panties with it, he yanked off the skirt.
Chest to the bed, eyes to her cunt, the black curls neatly groomed with a precision that meant her wax technician was a master with possible OCD issues, they were also glistening with wet.
Having the tussle at the door, seeing the utter perfection of her pussy, smelling her, watching her legs part in invitation, her knees shifting up, Nick couldn’t have gone gentle if he’d wanted to.
Luckily he didn’t want to.
He bent his neck and devoured her.
Fuck, she tasted just as perfect as she looked.
As he fed, he felt her excitement ramp. Tasted it. Ate it. Gave her more. Consumed the result. Drove her to the edge.
And when he had her there, he stopped and moved over her.
Not surprisingly, she used both the pump she already had planted into the bed and the calf she had wrapped around him to flip him and then she was straddling him, pushing up, her hands already to his fly.
Normally, he would not allow this.
Her face flushed with need, her manner urgent, even desperate, all that surged through his blood, his gut, straight to his cock.
So he allowed this.
She tugged his pants down, grabbed his dick, guided it to her and took him home.
At the beauty of her sheathing him, he gritted his teeth against the urge to let go and release way too fucking early. Bucking his hips, he watched how much she liked taking him, her head thrown back, her shining, straight mass of silken black hair swaying.
Then she dropped forward into a hand in the bed by his side, locked eyes with him and rode him violently as he watched until she gave it to herself and she kept doing it until she forced it from him.
Fucking spectacular.
He came down buried inside her, his eyes opening to see her still resting in her hand in the bed, her body moving gently with her still-labored-but-evening breathing, her dark hair framing her oval face, her straight bangs brushing her lashes, her green eyes locked to his trying to brand him, make him hers.
No way in fuck that was happening.
But he’d take more of this.
A lot more.
That said, the woman was going to learn how to give up control.
Not surprisingly, without a word, she swung off his cock, moving immediately toward the side of the mattress.
Nick focused on pulling up his trousers, doing the fly and angling off the bed. By the time he was up and had turned his attention back to her, she was on her feet, facing him, arms twisted behind her to do up the skirt she’d put on.
He held her gaze.
“We got all night, Olivia,” he informed her.
Not even a hint of a response to him calling her the name she hadn’t given him.
Then again, he knew she knew him; she’d make it her business.
She also knew he’d do the same with her, even before he sat next to her the night before.
Her expression might not have changed but his words spurred her to action, this being walking his way.
She stopped. Her eyes still on his, she lifted a hand and touched his chest lightly with just the pad of her middle finger.
It lasted half a second.
Then she dropped her hand, turned and walked away.
He heard the door close behind her and he couldn’t stop his smile.
Fuck yes, a seriously cool customer.
And the hottest fuck he’d had in his life.
* * * * *
10:45 The Next Morning
Nick typed in the text and hit send.
Teatro. Six.
Forty-five minutes later, he received, Room number?
He smiled at his phone and didn’t fuck around with waiting games.
He texted back, Later.
Olivia didn’t reply.
When his assistant checked them in, he sent the room number.
Olivia texted back, 6:00.
* * * * *
6:47 That Evening
He was ass to the chair watching her ride him and he didn’t even know how she maneuvered him there.
The kiss tussle started them off again the minute he’d opened the door to her.
This time it segued into a bed vs. chair tussle, one he somehow lost.
Fuck, she was going to make him come again, climb off and take off.
This would not allow him to move forward his plan.
Fortunately, he was stronger than her and could do something about that.
Her sexy noise of frustrated surprise made his cock jerk and his balls tighten as he stopped her mid-ride, pushing up to his feet with his arms around her.
Their eyes clashed as he carried her to the bed and, serious as fuck, as shocking as it was, he nearly burst out laughing at the uppity annoyed princess look she had on her face.
He controlled his reaction and then set about controlling her expression when he fell to the bed on top of her and started fucking her.
Hard.
She enjoyed control.
She also liked taking cock.
Proof she liked to give and receive.
Nice to know.
This didn’t last long. She manipulated with eyes, hands, mouth, noises, and best of all, squirming until she’d pulled off his cock and turned underneath him. Wedging herself up, she offered herself, ass in the air.
He was a guy so he didn’t delay, took his knees and accepted her offer.
She reared into him, her neck twisted, eyes cast high, watching his face as he fucked her on her hands and knees in front of him.
She was still fully clothed, her skirt pushed up her hips, her blouse on, the pointed toes of her pumps rooted in the bed.
He was still fully clothed too.
But from what he could see of her round ass and sweet thighs, he was going to find a way to fuck her naked as soon as possible.
Starting now.
Continuing to take her, he shifted his hands from hips up her ass until his thumbs moved from smooth, supple skin to encounter something he wasn’t expecting that took his attention away from repeatedly burying his cock in her pussy as hard and deep as he could manage it.