Just One Night. Part 1 (9 page)

He takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, his gaze sinking to my breasts. “I have been wanting you, wanting to get you naked, since I saw you outside the coffee shop.”

“Wow.” I smile, too flattered to say anything else and not sound goofy. “That was forever ago.”

“May I take off your gown?”

I giggle. “You may do anything you want, so long as you don’t hurt me.” I can’t picture him doing anything but bringing me pleasure, gentleman that he is.

His hands slide up from my waist to the top of my dress at the back. He lowers the zipper inch by inch, the cool air on my skin causing me to shiver. Or maybe it’s the fact that things are getting real and it’s causing me to tremble with anticipation. All the ideas I had about how this night would roll out are actually happening, and so far, they’re way better than I imagined.

“Are you cold?” he asks me softly.

“No,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.

“Then why are you shivering?”

“I’m nervous.” I push into him more.

He lowers his head and presses his mouth to mine. When his tongue comes out to gently lick my lower lip, I capture it and suck it in. He angles his head and our tongues tangle together as our breathing comes stronger.

My dress falls down to my waist, freeing my breasts from their confines.

He pulls back to see me better and moves his hands so he can hold my breasts up from the bottom and sides. Pushing the mounds of flesh up and together, his expression takes on something akin to near reverence.

“I knew they would be lovely.” He lowers his head and licks one nipple and then the other. They harden even more than they already had. I’ve never actually watched a man worshipping my body like this before, and I find that it’s twice as sexy as just feeling it.

“You like breasts, I take it,” I say, slightly amused at how intense he is.

He looks up. “I like
these
breasts.” And then he goes back to licking and sucking. The tugging at my nipples makes me shiver in a whole other way, and the wetness between my legs makes it hard to think about anything else but how much I want him down there. The desire to be fully naked is almost overpowering.

I run my hand down his arm and then to his hip. His buckle is easy enough to undo and then his pants are down around his ankles as I fondle his cock. Its velvety soft exterior directly contradicts the hard steel I feel beneath.

“I love it when you touch me like that,” he moans in my ear. His hips rock forward with the motion of the stroking I’m doing. His fingers close around both of my nipples and pinch together firmly.

I moan loudly, not realizing how pleasurable that could be when done the right way, by the right man.

“You like that?” he asks, with the hint of the devil in his voice. He does it again.

I have no time to control my volume before the passion takes over. “Oh, yes!” I practically shout.

He takes a moment to remove his shoes so he can rid himself of his pants and then suddenly he grabs me, lifting me and my giant dress into his arms.

“Whoop!” I grab him around the neck to keep myself from falling. He’s really tall and it’s a long way to the floor from up here. “Where are we going?” I ask, breathless, trying to see around the cloud of tulle that’s half-covering my face.

“To the bedroom,” he says.

“But I’m not ready for the bedroom,” I say, in a desperate attempt to slow him down. I don’t know why I said it; it just came out. Everything is moving so fast. My heart is racing and my blood pressure is out of control. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t…

“Oh, all right, then. I see how it is.” He slowly lowers me to the floor. “You want to play, first, eh?” His expression is almost sinister. I believe I know now what a mouse feels like when the cat is playing with it.

The funny, silly William is gone. He stayed downstairs in the ballroom. He’s probably still waltzing around the dance floor like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I believe now, after looking into this man’s eyes, that I went upstairs with a demon. A very sexy, very horny demon. And I am not complaining one bit as he slowly pushes my dress down to my ankles and then lifts me out of it.

I’m staring up into his eyes, licking my lips. My breasts are pressed against him and I’m wearing only underwear. “You have too many items of clothing on,” I say, pouting just a little.

“Not for what I’m about to do,” he says, grabbing me by the waist and spinning me around.

“What the …?”

“Put your hands on the bar,” he says. His tone is bordering on dangerous.

I’m standing in front of the wet bar that has a small raised counter and a sink on the other side. Looking over my shoulder, I see a gorgeous man standing there in a tuxedo shirt, his tie slightly askew. Boxer shorts and black socks do nothing to take away from his allure, and his hair hanging carelessly in front of his eyes completes the package. I’m ready to do just about anything he wants, so long as it means I get to feel him inside me before the night is done.

I put first one hand and then the other on the edge of the counter. I’m still in my heels and they angle my ass up high. My breasts sway with the movement as I bend over.

He walks up behind me and presses his cock against my backside. His hands come up and take my breasts, kneading them and massaging them as he gently pushes against me from behind. It’s making me crazy that I can feel his hard length but he’s not going inside me. It’s the ultimate tease. His fingers spread apart and take my nipples between them, pinching a little in rhythm with everything else.

“Mmmmm …” I can’t speak, I can only feel. I’m getting wetter. Hotter.

“You like that?” he asks, pressing harder.

I nod, incapable of doing more. My panties are soaked through and I’m begging him in my mind to take them off me and fulfill my need.

“You have the most beautiful breasts, the most beautiful backside, the most beautiful everything…” His hands slide down. One stops at my hip and the other continues, going around my hip to my stomach and then down into the top of my panties. His finger is sliding into my slit, finding my warm center, gently gliding over and circling my tender, swollen nub.

“Oh, God,” I say, opening my legs and pushing into his hardness.

“That’s it,” he says, picking up the rhythm of his gentle thrusts from behind. His finger slides into me and out of me, making me tremble. My whole body is ready to drop to the floor, it’s so weak with need.

His finger slips fully out of my panties and I nearly cry with the emptiness he leaves behind. He grabs me by both hips and pushes strong and hard into me, grunting out with an almost angry sound. “Dammit, woman, you’re making me lose my mind!”

Without any warning, he yanks me backwards off the bar and spins me around. I almost fall with the suddenness of it. Luckily he catches me and I cling to his shoulders, breathing like a freight train.

I’m out of breath and I haven’t done anything but enjoy the feeling of him touching me. I’m seriously in trouble right now.

His mouth comes crashing down onto mine and the kiss that follows sets me on fire. His hands are everywhere while his tongue swirls around. I nip at his lips, his tongue, anything that I can reach, out of control. He growls and grabs me by the back of my hair, pulling my head back so he can force his tongue inside deeper. I take everything he has to give and still want more.

He smacks my ass and growls as he rubs the stinging spot he left behind. “Be a good girl, yeah?” His accent has gotten very strong, and it drives me wild.

I moan with the ecstasy of being coerced into doing what he wants. Everything is so out of my control and yet I’m not afraid. I just want more. Who is this person I’ve become? Who is this man I’m with who makes me feel so reckless?

“God, what happened to you?” I say without even thinking.

“What do you mean?” he says, kissing me on the neck, licking me, and then sucking me hard enough to leave a mark.

“You were so polite and calm downstairs. Now you’re a … a …”

“A what?” he asks. I get the impression that he’s poised to attack. He’s toying with me. It should probably make me fear him, but all it does is make me want him even more … this stranger who makes no sense at all, who becomes another person behind closed doors.

“A beast,” I finally say.

He bites my neck.

“Ow!” I yelp, jumping away and smacking at him.

“You want to see a beast?” His eyes are practically glowing with either passion or danger, I don’t know which. He takes one step towards me, closing the distance between us.

“No. Yes…” He grabs me by the arm. “Maybe?” I nearly whimper the word.

And then I squeal when he suddenly sweeps me up and throws me over his shoulder. My shoes go flying across the room.

“Oh my
god
, what are you
doing?!”
I can’t see anything. My hair is hanging down all over the place and his shirt has fluffed up in the back, going into my face to blind me.

“Taking you to bed. No more playing around. It’s time to fuck.” He smacks me on the ass once more.

I start beating him on the butt half-heartedly with my fists. I don’t really want to hurt him or make him stop; it’s just a token resistance to keep things exciting.
Him, Tarzan. Me, Jane.

He keeps on going, through a doorway and across another room. Then I’m launched from his shoulder into midair, which elicits another screech from me. I land on my back with a large
poof!
in the middle of a huge bed covered in a very thick down comforter.

My hair is all over my face, and I scramble to move it out of the way so I can glare at the caveman standing over me.

“How dare you!” I say, trying to keep my mad face going.

“How dare I?” He slowly pulls his tie off and then unbuttons his shirt. The cufflinks come off and get carelessly tossed onto the nightstand as I huff and puff, trying to control my respiration. “I haven’t even begun to dare with you,” he says.

First one well-muscled shoulder emerges from his shirt and then the other. The undershirt comes off next to reveal a man who spends at least a few hours in the gym every week. He hid that part of himself well under all those layers of clothing. And I thought I’d already seen the best of him. Uh … yeah. Not so much. God, he’s gorgeous!

Once the socks are pulled from his feet, he has only boxers on. I ogle the giant tent his hard-on is making beneath the cotton cloth.

“You’re staring,” he says, an eyebrow raised. His chest muscles flex.

I’m suddenly afraid. Not a lot, but a little. What did I get myself into? This is nothing like I ever imagined. It’s way better, and it’s so much … more.

“Keep that thing away from me,” I say, getting up on one elbow. I glance behind me, judging the distance to the other side of the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, like he’s laughing at something funny.

I glance back at him and then move as fast as I can, my plan to scramble to the opposite side of the bed so I can have some space between us. But I don’t get very far.

My foot is suddenly in a powerful grip, and I’m being yanked back. I flip over onto my stomach and grab at the bed covers, scrambling to get away.

“Mmmm, don’t mind if I do,” he says.

I look over my shoulder, panting with the exertion of my attempted escape and the excitement of it all, as he uses his free hand to lower his boxers. His big dick sways back and forth with the movement of his body.

“Don’t you dare,” I say as a warning.

“Oh, believe me. I dare.”

He gets onto the bed on his knees and takes my thighs in his grip, one hand on each leg, making sure I don’t try to get away again. His hands slide around to the front of my legs and hook underneath them.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, no longer so sure I’m interested in escaping whatever plan he has for me.

“I should think that would be obvious at this point,” he says, winking at me before dragging me back closer to him.

That wink. Oh, that wink! It’s like a tiny bit of the old William has come to join the party. Just that one playful move and the easy way he tells me he’s about to fuck me senseless is what does it for me. I’ve never met anyone who can be so thoroughly good while also being so completely bad at the same time. I’m ready to open up to him like I’ve never done for any man before. This was such a great idea. I only wish I’d thought of it sooner.

I turn my head back sideways and lie my cheek down on the bed, sliding my arms up above me as I close my eyes. Why fight it anymore? It’s crazy to walk away from what this man is offering. I deserve this. Besides … it’s exactly what I asked for, right? One night of no-holds-barred passion. And then we walk away.

“Mmmm …” I say as a lazy smile takes over my face. “I’m ready.”

CHAPTER TEN

William

THE SUPREME EFFORT I CONJURE to help me manage the situation is about to come falling down around my ears like a house of cards. I have the arse-end of the most beautiful, most sexy woman I have ever met, poised just inches away from my throbbing cock, and now she’s closed her eyes and essentially given me an engraved invitation into her pussy.

Obviously, because I am absolutely dedicated to the idea of making this one night the best night of our lives, I waste no time in obliging her. After donning a condom, I move forward on my knees and take my rigid cock in hand, moving the bell-end to her folds. They’re glistening wet and ready for anything. She moans over the simple action of me moving along the edges of her center, and I try not to explode over her reaction.

I want to bury my sword to the hilt and slam into her, using every ounce of my considerable sexual energy in one go … but I don’t. This will be our one and only night together, so I’m going to do it up right. And while I’m at it, I might just tease her a bit as well. Perhaps I’m a monster for it, but I love the idea of her begging.

I push just the tip inside her, pulse a small bit in and out, and then pull it out again, flexing forward once I’m outside her to massage her nub.

“Oh, William…”

“Yes, that’s right,” I say, going in for another dip. My body is trembling with the effort of holding back. She is so hot inside, and every cell in my entire body wants that heat very, very badly.