Chapter Three

 

We ride up in the glass elevators with our eyes on each other instead of the view of the expansive Omni Hotel lobby.

It pales in comparison to Ally’s beauty. Her hair is windblown and in disarray, the shiny brown strands tangled together. Her face is more bare than at the bar earlier, but she doesn’t need all that anyway.

The elevator doors slide open and she walks into the hallway ahead of me. We haven’t spoken since we walked into the hotel. This night holding more meaning than our other nights ever did.

We always had fun before, but knowing she’s become more than that and we’re coming to an end has added weight where there used to be none. When we almost reach my hotel room door, I stop just shy of it and stand in her way. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she replies with an unhurried smile sliding into place.

“No matter what happens in there—”

Her eyebrows arch. “What’s going to happen in there, Hutton?”

“I’m going to show you how much I care about you. It’s going to be rough emotionally. It’s going to be raw and real, and this time you won’t walk away unscathed. When you walk away, walk down this hall and take that elevator to leave, you’re going to know exactly what you’re leaving inside that room. This time I’m not leaving anything to chance because we may have been fate, but it’s up to us to create our destiny.”

“Hutton,” she says, her chest expanding as tears fill her eyes, “Kiss me.”

I cup her face and lean down. When I kiss her, I give her everything I have because this is it. My last shot to make sure she never forgets. Her body hits the wall behind her, my body against hers.

My needs begin to overtake reasoning, her body eliciting an intense reaction. Every time we’re together it’s better than the previous. I’m always turned on by her, muscle memory kicking in. I know her likes, her desires, her fetishes and she knows mine. Her hand dips into the top of my jeans but this time she slides it around, her warmth embracing my hardness.

My tongue finds a home with hers and I can’t stop my middle from pushing against her tight little body. “It drives me wild when you wear clothes this tight. It’s as if you’re wearing them for the whole world to look at you.”

“I love to drive you wild, Everest.”

Leaning back, I look into her eyes, the eyes that hold so much more power over me than she’ll ever know. “Why do you torture me so?”

“I like to know that I’m not the only one jealous.”

“Jealous? You’re never jealous.”

Her grip tightens around my cock, causing me to release a sharp breath. “You think I don’t see how women look at you, how they vie for your attention? My jealousy boils inside every time another woman talks to you or touches you or brushes against you.” My breath may be harsh, but at least it’s beginning to regulate with each stroke of her hand around me. “As long as I’m here, this is mine.”

“It’s yours long after. I’m yours long after.”

Her hand stops when she lifts up on her toes to kiss me. And as much as I like her hand wrapped around me, I like her mouth on me more.

A hint of lime still lingers and I stroke her lower lip as I kiss my way to her ear. “I going to make you feel so good, baby.”

“You always do.” Her fingers pull at the hair at the back of my head, and she whispers, “You always make me feel so good.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pull my card key out and open the door. There could be this frenzied sex session. That’s how most of our nights begin, even taking down a lamp or a plant, a stool along the way. A couch is tipped over, a lounge chair broken. It’s happened at her place. But those times were when we knew we had more nights ahead of us.

We don’t have that luxury tonight so maybe we’re both willing to take it slow to absorb every minute of it.

The door closes behind me. The drapes are still open which gives enough light for me to see her in the dark. Her jacket is slipped from her shoulders and tossed on the chair. When she starts on her tall boots, I kick off my shoes and socks and start on the belt of my pants.

I can hear her swallow and wonder if she can hear my heart pounding against my chest. “Why are we nervous?” she asks. Guess that answers my question.

“Because we matter to each other.”

She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to her pile. “That should put us at ease, not the opposite.”

When we’re standing in our underwear, I go to her. Running my hands over her soft skin and the curve of her back, I whisper, “It doesn’t make it the opposite. It makes it better.”

I kiss her and the fire ignites. My boxer briefs are taken when she slides to her knees in front of me. The pale pink straps of her bra almost blend in with her alabaster skin.

So delicate.

So perfect.

So right.

Reaching down, I take her hair into my hand and move it to the side so I can watch those pretty red lips part and take me. She looks up at me as she covers the head, but then closes her eyes and slides down my length taking me deep until I hit the back of her throat. “Fuck,” I mutter, my own eyes briefly closing. My hand fists her hair and a full breath covers my dick in response.

She likes when I take control as much as she likes to take turns being in charge. She’s a giver and a taker, submissive and dominant.

I cup her face, wanting to fuck her mouth. We only share a look but in it she reads my needs.

When she relaxes her jaw, I begin to pump in and out, her mouth hugging my hardness, sliding almost the full distance and then back to the tip again.

Giver.

I want to slam into her, come down her throat, own her in ways that some might consider depraved. I want to fill every opening and fuck until her muscles only remember me.

My stomach clenches and I pull back. This is not how I want to come. Lifting her to her feet, the ruby color that covered her lips is smeared—some on me, some on her. Ally’s a fucking fantasy come to life. She doesn’t care about that shit. It’s part of what makes the act of coming back here even more erotic.

I still run my thumb over her lip, appreciating how much it swelled from being around my dick. “I want you naked.”

There’s no hesitation.

Giver.

“How do you want me, Hutton?”

Such a fucking loaded question. “I want to be buried inside that tight pussy when I come. How do you want me?”

“I want to come on your mouth.”

Fuck me.

“Get on the bed.”

I love watching her ass move. It’s not just toned. She’s still got some curves to her backside despite the weight she’s lost.

Stretching out on the bed, she watches me as I climb onto the mattress and hover over her. I kiss her once on the mouth and then slowly kiss down her body between her breasts and past her belly button. She’s already getting squirmy beneath me so I anchor those hips after kissing each one. Her smooth legs spread open and I finally kiss where she wants me most. Her sweet lower lips are a soft pink and bare for me.

Taking her clit between my teeth, I don’t waste time. I flick a few times with my tongue before sucking until she’s bucking. She’s already so wet for me that I slip a finger, and then another, inside her and return that blissful torture she doled out to me.

My hair is tugged, my head squeezed between her thighs but I don’t retreat. This is a war I intend to win by fucking her harder with my mouth and hand. “Hutton. God. Yes! Yes.”

Her orgasm strikes hard as her back arches and her body gives in. Another wave hits and rolls through her until she melts to the mattress. Her arms going wide and her eyes closed, relishing in the heavenly aftermath.

It’s in the aftermath that I find the emotions of her inner soul. She can’t hide that look in her eyes—the one where she sees me as the man I want to be for her. She sees me as everything she needs.

She doesn’t make demands, but gentle requests while lying there, vulnerable and soul-open. The tips of her fingers encourage me to come higher, to kiss her, to savor the emotions we’ve stirred. She never allows herself to indulge for long, but in those few minutes after she falls apart, I see the truth.

I start to get up to grab a condom because I stupidly forgot to get one out before we started. But Ally holds me in place, staring into my eyes. “It’s not fair to ask of you—”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Will you make love to me?”

Not fuck.

Love.

I nod and kiss her collarbone.

She adds, “I want to feel you, Hutton.” Okay. “All of you.” Oh.

“Okay. You’re on—”

“The pill.” She nods.

This changes things. We’ve not done this before. I haven’t ever done it. I’m always beyond safe even when I’m drunk, I’m not without my senses. But Ally is different. She’s the only one I’ve been with since we started having sex together and she said there’s been no one but me since we met. I want her this way. It’s something I’ve craved for so long with her that I never did for anyone else.

I maneuver over her again and position myself between her legs. “You sure?”

With her hands on my shoulders, she looks so at ease, so exactly how she should be when she’s with me. “So sure.”

Pushing in, I take it slow but as her warmth envelops me, I’m tempted to thrust hard. Sloooow, I remind myself.

My head drops to her shoulder when I’m all in as the unexpected emotions accompanying this new sensation overwhelm. “You feel incredible.”

Arms wrap around me as I gather up the pieces of my soul and put it back together under her embrace. And then I start moving again. Slow at first, but when I lift up on my elbows I pick up my speed.

Love.

Love.

Thrust.

Love.

If this is the last time, I promised to give her everything I had. We move together with ease as if we were born to please each other. She meets me thrust for thrust as we kiss and caress, knead and need.

I’m about to lose more than my mind. I can’t last all night. She feels too good. Just as I start to pull out, she says, “Stay. Come inside me.”

Fuck me.

My thoughts are blurry, my body moving. Sweat glistens across her body like diamonds catching the light. I grunt and come, my arms under hers and holding her tightly to me as I pour everything I am into her until there’s nothing left of me.

The feel of her nails scraping lightly across my scalp brings me back to this heaven on earth and I kiss her cheek. Sliding to the side, I drape my arm across my forehead and close my eyes. I could sleep for days, weeks, or even months in this sated state as long as I knew she would be here when I awoke.

She won’t be though so I force my lids to reopen and look over at her, just to take in her beauty once again.

When we catch our breath, we take turns in the bathroom before returning to bed. Lying next to each other just after two in the morning, I broach the topic I’ve let slide for too long. “Why’d you cancel your visit to see me? I thought we were getting past these games we play.”

“You were never a game to me, even when we were pretending.”

Kisses are placed over her shoulder and I stay there, finally allowing my eyes to close before confessing, “I was never pretending.”

I hear the intake of her breath, and with my arm resting across her stomach, I feel the depth of her inhale. “Neither was I.”

I’m tempted to keep her talking, to keep her awake until she decides to leave. I can tell how tired she is, so I pull her against me and hold her because it doesn’t matter what I say or do. She’ll be gone before the sun rises.