Chapter 6

Aurora

If this was what living in the big city was like, I was going to like it.

Running into a stranger and spilling ice all over the floor isn't an ideal way to spend an evening, unless, of course, that stranger happens to be a super sexy businessman with a well-cut suit and a smile so dazzling it could kill. From there, things just went up. He was funny and charming, and when he looked at me millions of butterflies took flight in my stomach.

Then he kissed me.

I knew I shouldn't be making out with some random guy I met on my first day in New York. That only turned out well in movies, and my life was far from a movie at present. If it were a movie, I assumed it would be a tragic comedy.

Anyway, still not a good idea to kiss Brendon, not that I was given much of a choice about it at first. He held me so tight to him that I worried if I wanted to back away I wouldn't be able to.

Then, slowly, he loosened his grip on my hips and slid his arms around my waist, drawing me close in a more tender gesture. All the while, I was kissing him back but wondering if I should be.

The more the kiss went on, the more my body longed to melt into his forever. It was a mind-numbing kiss. Brendon kissed me like no other man had kissed me before, an expert application of tongue and lip and teeth. He was at times hard and at times soft. He sucked my lip into his mouth and nibbled on it, and I couldn't help but moan.

That was around the time I said fuck it. I'd already been heading off the deep end lately, so why not? Why not have sex with a stranger even though I'd just moved to a new city and left my old life, including an asshole boyfriend, behind? If Amy were here, she'd be cheering me on. Calypso probably would too.

I started responding more, exploring more. I moved my hands from where they rested against his chest to loop around his neck, standing up on my tip toes to try to reach him better. The angle sucked. He was probably six feet tall and my measly 5'3" wasn't cutting it.

As if sensing my concern, Brendon swooped down and hoisted me into his arms. My legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, and the evidence of his arousal ground into the sweet spot between my legs. I shuddered. My body filled with liquid heat, so intense that I thought I might die.

Brendon walked forward until my back ran up against the wall, where he held me and started kissing down my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of his mouth gliding over my sensitive skin.

Brendon's hot breath blasted my throat, sending tingles down my spine. He sucked and bit, working his way back up to my mouth and then taking me again in an all-consuming kiss.

At this point, I didn't think I'd be able to stand if he put me down. My legs were wobbly even where they gripped his waist. My core was equally wobbly and felt like jelly. Who was Nolan again?

"Hey, hey," I whispered against his lips. "Shouldn't we, uh, be moving this to the room?"

I didn't like thinking that a John could walk around the corner on his way to see one of Calypso's girls and be treated to a free show. I was a PG-13 lady, after all.

Brendon smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, letting my feet gently down to the floor. "Lead the way."

His voice was a rich baritone that made my heart do a happy flip. As expected, my legs were initially unresponsive, and it took a moment before I felt confident putting one foot in front of the other in the direction of my room. We left the ice bucket behind. I was the cleaner here now, I could fix that in the morning. And hey, maybe the ice would just melt and dry without causing a mess. Either way, it hardly seemed to matter now.

I dug my key card out of my back pocket and slid it into the door. It opened with a little beep and I opened it, stepping through with Brendon close on my heels.

"It's a nice room," Brendon said. "Not quite what I was expecting."

I furrowed my brow quizzically. "It's a nice hotel. What else were you expecting?"

Brendon shook his head, a wry smile ticking the corners of his mouth. "It doesn't matter. Come here.”

I followed his command without question, my skin already craving his touch, even though he'd been touching me less than a minute ago. Who was this guy? Was it better that I didn't know? We could have one, beautiful encounter in a city of anonymity and go our separate ways and it would be kind of cool. Only thing was I didn't think I wanted to see him go.

Anyway, I was thinking too far ahead. We still had this night and our unfinished kiss to attend to.

Brendon's mouth claimed mine again. He wound his fists in my hair and held me there, probing with his tongue. I held the front of his shirt in a tight grip, but it was more like holding on for dear life than pulling him close.

Brendon led me over to the bed and sat me down on it, pushing me back with a hand on my throat. It was exhilarating. Intoxicating. I waited, curious what he was going to do next. He unzipped my pants, pulling them down over my thighs and discarding them at the foot of the bed. Then, picking up one thigh at a time, he steadily trailed kisses from my ankle to my hip. I shivered. The moment was unexpectedly sensual. This wasn't going to be a quick fuck, which was good. I needed someone to treat me with kindness and respect, which was exactly what Brendon was doing. And shit was it turning me on.

He raised my shirt over my head, leaving me in only my underwear. It hardly seemed fair that he was allowed to stay fully clothed when I was basically naked, but Brendon was methodical in his approach and I wanted to see where it went. I liked watching him work, liked the gentle caress of his lips as they explored my body while I lay panting. I was so unused to it that it was like he was from another world. Or maybe I was from another world, a world where the only guy I'd ever slept with favored any foreplay that involved his dick. Not to mention the fact that as far as I could remember, Nolan had never kissed me like this. Had never worshipped me like this. Was this what sex was supposed to be like? No wonder I'd never understood the hype.

Brendon kissed up my stomach and over the tops of my breasts, hovering just over my face. His breath tickled my lips as he studied me. His eyes were a dark, deep brown. They were like a pit into his soul. I wanted to stare in them all day.

I reached a tentative hand to the top button of his shirt and flicked it open. He didn't stop me. He bent his head to kiss me instead, rewarding me with every open button by nipping on my lip and sending another wave of heat between my thighs. When his shirt fell open, I lifted my hand to run it down his chest. His abs were rock hard. In fact, he may as well have had rocks lined up in the shape of abs and pecs under his skin. Just when I thought he couldn't get any sexier, he had to throw in a wicked body for good measure. This guy was going to be the death of me.

Brendon shrugged out of his shirt and stood from the bed, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock strained against the fabric of his tight boxer briefs, and from the outline I could tell that this was no mere trouser snake. It was a full grown anaconda. Holy Moses.

Brendon caught me staring and grinned. "Move up the bed."

I shimmied further up the giant mattress, not stopping until I reached the pillows. I could've stopped halfway but I suspected he would need the room.

Brendon crawled up toward me, grinding his bulge against my clit. My panties were sodden, and I wasn't sure why they were still there. Part of this whole taking his time thing, I suspected.

Brendon reached a deft hand behind my back and popped open my bra, then pulled it from my shoulders and tossed it across the room. My boobs were a large B on a good day, but they suited my frame well. Brendon didn't seem to mind. He growled with delight and lowered his mouth to my nipples, already peaked from my arousal.

His hot mouth felt so good on my breasts that I cried out in rapture. Everything he did felt so damn good. Maybe he was an angel sent down to reward me for finally leaving that ass backwards town and going out on my own. Though, truth be told, with the way he ground his hard body against me, I was getting the feeling he was more likely a devil.

Brendon moved over to the other breast, drawing my nipple between his teeth and sucking. I arched up against him, wishing desperately that his cock was already deep inside me. I whimpered pathetically, and I could tell he picked up on my need because he looked down at me and smiled.

I moved a hand between his legs and squeezed his impressive length. His smile dropped away as a quiver of pleasure caused his eyes to roll back in his head. The fact that little ol’ me could have an effect like that on big ol' him was indescribably erotic.

Brendon hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, tossing them into the air. His fingers, which I'd been admiring while we were talking for their length and masculinity, slowly eased into my folds and began stroking my clit. I bucked up off the bed, trying to urge him inside of me. I needed something inside of me or I was going to explode.

"Brendon," I whined. "Please."

Fire lit up his eyes. He plunged one finger into my channel and stroked my inner walls.

I arched up and rode his finger as his mouth continued to pleasure me in ways I didn't realize a kiss could. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

"Brendon, please fuck me."

It was like I was some other girl, a girl not afraid to ask for what she wanted in bed and not worried about being laughed at or scorned. Something about him made me more comfortable than I'd been in several years of a relationship with Nolan. Why had I wasted so much time on him? Now that I'd tasted the forbidden fruit, there was no way I'd be going back. This encounter had only solidified for me how incompatible Nolan and I were for each other, even if we'd both made a habit of pretending otherwise.

Brendon loved this sexy side of me, not that he knew it was a side. He had no idea that I'd never begged a guy to fuck me before. His boxers were gone in a flash, and in my lust fueled haze I directed his cock to my entrance without further delay and gripped his ass to help push him in.

He hesitated for a moment, watching me. I wasn't sure why. Then, with a wave of embarrassment, I realized that I'd just put his dick in me without a condom. It was literally just the tip so far, but that was more than there should be.

"Shit, sorry," I said apologetically. "I'm just used to it without. I completely forgot. I'm fine with it, though, if you are. I'm on birth control and clean and everything."

This puzzled him even more. I felt like an idiot but I was too caught up in the moment to really care. Nolan and I didn't use condoms because he didn't like them. I'd never thought about how I'd need to pick some up if I wanted to start having sex with people other than him.

All this happened in what seemed like a fraction of a second. Then, slowly but surely, Brendon began to slowly sink his cock into me. I gripped onto his back for dear life as the thing split me in two. At first there was a little pain, but as soon as he was sheathed to the root my body began to stretch to accommodate him.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Brendon, that's so fucking good."

His breath came hard against the shell of my ear. "I like it when you say my name."

He pulled out and slammed in again, and I cried out in surprise. The pain had now completely given away to pleasure, and as soon as he began fucking me in earnest I realized it wasn’t going to be long before I broke. I'd orgasmed with Nolan only a handful of times, and all of them had been because of effort on my side, not his. More and more my angel/devil theory was beginning to make sense.

I kissed Brendon's chest, where salty perspiration had begun to form, and up to his neck. When he was flat on top of me, I couldn’t reach much further up than that, but I liked it. I felt small beneath him, and rather than making me feel insecure it made me feel safe. Somehow, I knew that Brendon would protect me. He just had that way about him. Or maybe it was my impending orgasm making my brain go foggy.

Brendon's breaths soon became labored, his thrusts erratic. I knew he was close, and that thought was what finally sent me careening over the edge. My body shook and tingled, starbursts appearing behind my closed lids as I keened out his name over and over again. This spurred him to thrust harder, and soon he was grunting and I could feel him spurting inside of me.

Brendon collapsed over me, though he was careful not to crush me with his significant weight. He kissed my neck as he recovered, chaste, tender pecks that made my toes curl with delight.

As far as I was concerned, Brendon was perfect and could do no wrong. No doubt he had some dark secret behind those chocolate eyes. It would be my luck. Still, I was determined to enjoy this last moment of peace before reality kicked back in and I started to panic about what I'd just done.

"That was..." Brendon rolled over to the side, collapsing onto his back. "That was amazing, babe."

I curled up against him and stroked a hand over his chest. "You did pretty good yourself. I haven't cum like that ever."

There was that sassy girl again. I was starting to like her a lot, even if I had no idea where she came from.

Brendon raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

I shook my head.

"Huh." He looked back at the ceiling. "That's unexpected. This whole situation has been very unexpected."

"How so?"

I knew that he was probably just going to say some iteration of what I'd been thinking this whole time, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him tell me what an amazing coincidence it was running into me, and all that.

"You know, I just didn't think it would seem so natural," he said. "I've never...you know...before, and I think I was expecting something that would feel completely contrived."

Natural? What was he talking about?

Then it hit me.

Never done this before...

Expecting something that would feel completely contrived...

"Oh my god." I sat up in the bed, looking down at him in shock. I covered my breasts with the sheet, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "You think I'm a prostitute?"

Brendon’s brow furrowed. "You're not?"

"No!" I screamed.

"But ... you're in this room," he said.

"Yeah, because I'm working here as a cleaner," I illuminated. "That doesn't mean I also have to service the clients."

Brendon darted out of bed so fast I nearly missed him. He had his pants on faster than any human being ever had, and was out the door before I even got to say goodbye.

Before I even thought to stop him.