Irresistible Nights by Kaylee Monroe
Chapter Three
Marcie
My mystery man practically dragged me out the door of the King Club, barely giving me enough time to flash a quick thumbs-up at Frankie before I lost sight of her. He gripped my hand tightly as he pulled me out to the sidewalk, and just as quickly, he backed me against the brick exterior of the King Club to drop a hot, desperate kiss on my mouth.
A kiss that ended almost as quickly as it began and left me aching for so much more.
“My hotel is just over here,” he said, looking down at me with bright, glittering eyes that were filled with heat and hunger.
I nodded, giving him my consent. Still gripping my hand tightly in his, he looked both ways, and we darted across the street through the traffic.
“Oh wow,” I said when I realized where we were headed. “Pacific Heights Hotel? What are you, some kind of high roller?”
He looked back at me with a teasing grin, and those butterflies took up residence in my stomach again. “Nah, just a business traveler with some upgrade points. But do you really want to talk about that?”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, not really. I’m here to end a dry spell.”
“Funny,” he said as he escorted me through the revolving lobby door. “Me too.”
As soon as the elevator doors slid closed behind us, he was on me again, mouth descending on mine in a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongues, while his hands eagerly explored my breasts and slid down to cup the throbbing flesh between my thighs. He broke the kiss to press his lips against my ear, and when he spoke, his voice was hot and demanding, making me shiver from head to toe.
“Will you let me eat this sweet pussy before I fuck it?” he asked, his dirty words punctuated by a swipe of his tongue at my earlobe and the press of his fingers against my wet core through my drenched panties. “Or should I just fill you up with my big cock first?”
My knees buckled in anticipation. God, this man was filthy, and I absolutely loved it.
Before I could answer, the elevator dinged, and I nearly groaned in frustration as he took a step away and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking far more innocent than he had just seconds ago. The doors slid open and an older couple, both wearing bathrobes as though they’d just come from the pool, stepped inside, and pressed a button for their own floor.
A higher floor than his.
I wanted to scream in frustration.
As we waited, he shifted closer and I felt a hot hand slide along my bottom, pulling at the fabric of my skirt until my panty-clad ass was completely exposed to the open air. My face burned hot, but I didn’t say anything, unwilling to attract the attention of the older couple in front of us as they stared at the numbers above the door. I felt those thick fingers slide inside the silky material until they rested directly against my heated skin. He worked them back and forth, back and forth, quietly and gently, until a single finger nestled between the cheeks of my ass, teasing the sensitive flesh. I bit back a moan and stole a glance over at him, but his gaze stayed firmly fixed ahead at the elevator doors. I wiggled against his hand, a silent request for more, but his fingers never strayed further.
It was maddening.
The door dinged again and slid open at our floor. I yanked my skirt back into place and hauled ass off the elevator, my mystery man in hot pursuit behind me.
“Which way?” I panted as the elevator doors closed.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the left, a mercifully short walk before he stopped to open his door.
“This fucking thing,” he swore as he fumbled with the keycard.
Finally, on the third try the lock beeped and we both hurtled inside the cool darkness of his room, a whirling flurry of arms and legs as we both grabbed at clothing. I heard a rip as I yanked his shirt over his head, but I didn’t give a shit. I just needed to see him, all of him, and feel his hard body against mine.
He took a brief moment to retrieve a few condoms from his overnight bag, and then he was back. I was down to just a bra and panties as he crowded me toward the bed. My legs hit the edge and I sat down hard, bouncing on the luxe mattress as he continued his relentless advance. I reached out and yanked at his belt buckle and fly until his pants were undone, revealing the dark bulge of his dick beneath a single layer of black cotton. The pants fell to the floor and I went for his boxer briefs next, purring with satisfaction as I pulled the stretchy fabric down and his thick erection sprang free.
“Nice,” I said huskily, taking him in my hand and rubbing my thumb over his fat, weeping crown. “Very nice.”
But before I could lean forward and taste him, he planted his hand between my breasts and pushed firmly, until I was flat on my back as he loomed over me.
“You can play with my cock later,” he rumbled. “I want to see you, and touch you, and taste you first.”
I reached behind my back to flick the clasp of my bra open as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties, zipped them down my legs, and tossed the scrap of fabric aside. Goosebumps rippled across my skin under his hot, unrelenting stare, and I bit back a moan as he nudged my legs apart with those big hands. Willingly, I spread them as wide as he wanted them to go.
“Look at you,” he breathed in awe. He knelt on the floor, lowering himself until he was eye level with my wet, swollen folds. With a single finger, he reached out and traced the seam, his rough fingertip just brushing the throbbing bud of my clit. “You’re all wet. Is that for me?”
“You know it is.” I wanted to nudge myself closer, try to get him to touch me some more or maybe use his tongue, but something about him made me want to hold still, to submit to his slow, aggressive perusal.
The wait would make the main event all the better, I was sure.
“Tell me what you want.” He looked up at me, holding my gaze as he stroked his finger along my slit one more time, just grazing my clit again. “Do you want me to lick this pussy?”
His dirty words made me want to come on the spot, and I bit my lip to stave off the rising tide. “Yes,” I groaned.
“Uh-uh,” he said with a slow shake of his head and a wicked grin on his lips.
He lowered his face until he almost touched my wet flesh with his tongue. When he breathed out, I could feel the air puff against me, and it made me want to weep with frustration.
“Say it back to me,” he ordered, his hot breath still teasing me.
“I w-want you to l-lick my pussy,” I stammered, unused to vocalizing my wants and desires. “Please.”
He chuckled. “I’d love to.”
Without further delay, he dragged his tongue up through my folds, from my dripping entrance all the way to my clit, making my thighs quiver with the pleasure of that sensual stroke. He groaned and licked again before going right for my clit with firm, fluttering licks. He slid a thick finger inside of me and thrust gently, before adding a second to fuck in and out of me in slow, sensual strokes that made my hips undulate beneath the decadent onslaught of pleasure. I nearly wept as I ground myself against his face, and I threaded my fingers into his hair as I rocked against his talented mouth.
I gasped and nearly jumped as a third finger prodded at the tender bud of my asshole. He gently worked the finger in—his pinky finger, I thought, and not very far, but enough that I nearly saw stars as he fucked into me more aggressively with his fingers and the pace of his licks turned frantic.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he muttered against my pussy.
“What…?” I said, twisting my neck to look down at him. He raised his head to stare at me, his fingers still thrusting into both places with breath-stealing precision.
“Pinch your nipples,” he said again, this time in a more commanding tone, and I felt myself gush on his fingers as he delivered the order. “I want to see you play with your nipples while I make this pussy cream all over my face.”
Obediently, I twisted and pulled my sensitive nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and the sensations were like lightning, zipping right down between my legs as I rolled the tender buds. His eyes remained fixed on mine as he leaned down again to tease my clit with fluttering little strokes of his tongue.
Everything about this encounter was decadent, dirty and different, and so fucking hot that I wondered if he was going to ruin me for other men.
“Oh, God . . . I’m going to come,” I gasped.
His fingers thrust deep, over and over as he sucked hard on my clit, giving me the silent permission that I didn’t know I needed. I gave it up hard, falling over the edge with a ragged cry as I convulsed around his hand. The thrusts slowed, though he kept going until my pussy stopped contracting around him. With one last, tender lick, he crawled up on top of me and leaned down for a long, hungry, tongue-tangling kiss.
I tasted myself on him, but I didn’t mind at all.
“Take these off,” I said after he broke the kiss.
I pulled at his boxer-briefs and he laughed as he helped me slide them down his legs. He tossed them over his shoulder and into some other darkened corner of the room, and finally—finally, I got a good look at his straining cock in all its naked glory. Long and thick, surging from a nest of well-trimmed dark curls.
Gorgeous and hard like the rest of him, I thought as my gaze swept his well-kept body. He was big and built, with firm muscles and dark, well-groomed hair on his chest. However old he was—and he was definitely older than me, judging by the crow’s feet around his eyes and the laugh lines that bracketed his mouth—he was the handsomest man I had ever seen. And by far the sexiest.
He didn’t give me much more time to admire him as he rolled on a condom then effortlessly slid me up the length of the bed, before rolling me underneath his big body as he smothered me with a wild kiss. Our tongues twined together as his hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts, stomach, and ass, as he wound my legs around his muscular hips.
“Are you ready for my big cock to fill up your tight little pussy?” he murmured after breaking the kiss. His lips moved down and he gently bit the side of my neck. “You came so nicely for me a minute ago, do you think you could do it again?”
I laughed shakily. “I’d love to try.”
He slid a hand down and swatted my flank, and I yelped as the arousing sensation ricocheted through me. He soothed the slight sting with a gentle caress. “Don’t try. You will come again, around my dick. I’ll make sure of it.”
He sat up and fitted the head of his shaft to my entrance while my thighs lay spread across his. I felt splayed out and exposed to his roving gaze, and I didn’t justlike it, I fucking loved it.
This was a hell of a way to end a dry spell.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded, and he leaned down and ran a gentle hand along my face, an oddly tender gesture from this aggressive dirty talker who had already given me the best orgasm of my life.
So far, anyway.
With a single, smooth movement, he pushed his cock all the way in. I gasped and arched my back, feeling speared and stuffed, full almost to the point of pain—but not quite—as he seated himself to the hilt. He reached between us and toyed gently with my clit as he rocked in and out. Not quite thrusting, just a slow, sexy grind as he gave me time to acclimate myself to his size.
“So gorgeous on my cock,” he rumbled, his eyes fixated on where we were joined so intimately.
With his other hand, he reached out and tweaked an already-sensitive nipple, and I yelped in surprise. He laughed and leaned down to soothe the burn with the hot brush of his tongue. Winding my legs tighter around his hips, I hooked them together at the ankles behind his back as his thrusts picked up speed. He groaned, deep and dark, even as his tongue still swiped at my nipple.
Without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and rolled to his back, leaving me seated on top of him, still impaled on his cock, with his hands free to roam. I sighed as I leaned back to brace my palms on his thighs as I rolled my hips sinuously while I rode him. He reached out with a thumb to tease my clit as I bounced on his cock, both of us groaning with pleasure.
I felt like a fucking goddess on top of him, my hair and breasts swaying, and the way his hungry gaze devoured me, maybe he felt that way too.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coaxed. With his free hand, he gripped my hip to help me pick up the pace as he thrust into me more rhythmically. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Do whatever you need to do to come for me again.”
I could feel my orgasm building inside me like a rising tide and brushed his fingers to the side to rub my clit myself, exactly the way I wanted it. Needed it. He grasped my other hip and ground me into his dick while he pounded up into me.
I came in a rush, just as hard as my first orgasm. He found his own climax a split second later, groaning while his body shook with the force of his own pleasure. I sagged on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as I buried my nose in his neck. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, both of us breathing hard while the sweat cooled on our skin.
After a few minutes, he finally broke the silence. He dropped a kiss on my head and with a single finger, lifted my chin to look into my eyes.
“That was a good first try,” he said, flashing me that lopsided smile again. My heart unexpectedly fluttered, and I smiled back. “Let’s see if we can do better during round two.”