Chapter 7
Sanaya
We stumble into the lobby of the local bed and breakfast. We can hardly keep our hands off of each other. I've got my face buried in his neck, burrowing into his ridiculous Santa Claus jacket and getting lost in the intoxicating scent of his skin as he requests a room. His hand slides down the curve of my spine while the receptionist swipes his credit card. He's already nipping at the base of my throat as the elderly woman hands over the room key.
She eyes us up and down from over the top of her glasses. "We have a strict noise policy."
I walk backward, pulling Wesley toward the staircase. By now, my boots are tucked under my arm. My wine bottle is clenched in my fist. My hair is a mess of frizz and knots. With my bare feet and my boobs falling out of my elf costume, I look like the kind of girl who’d need that kind of warning.
Still, Wesley flashes a cocky smirk in the face of her judgmental stare. "You don't have to worry about us," he assures her. "My wife and I are so exhausted from our busy day. We’re just going upstairs to unwind with a glass of wine and go straight to bed."
Nice try!
The woman reaches under her desk and pulls out a festive basket overflowing with condoms. She angles her stern chin in that direction. It’s more of a demand than an offer.
Wesley and I exchange a look before he stomps up to the counter and grabs a fistful of condoms. He shoves it into the pocket of his coat. His lips twist to the side as he tries to hold back his laugh. He shoves his hand back into the basket and fills up his other pocket.
“Have yourself a lovely night,” he says solemnly.
The woman just rolls her eyes.
Wesley and I erupt into laughter as he wraps his arm around my waist and we race up the stairs. He slips the key into the lock of our room and throws the door open. Fisting the skirt of my dress, he pulls me into the room and shoves me against the nearest wall. I jolt as a flare of pain rushes down my back and explodes into a burst of pleasure at the meeting of my thighs.
Oh fuck yes!
His fingers brush over mine. Gently, he takes the boots from my hand and tosses them to the floor. Then, he takes the wine bottle, uncorks it and brings the rim to my lips. When he tilts it slightly, the tangy acidic taste bursts across my tongue before spilling down my chin, unto my chest and dress.
He leans down and cleans it up. The languid draw of his warm, velvety tongue through the space between my breasts makes my toes curl into the worn carpeting. He rakes a path up my neck with his teeth and my knees turn to rubber.
“Your skin tastes so good,” he hums. “I want to lick you all over.”
I thrust my pelvis forward, offering it to him. “Lick me anywhere you like.” His breath explodes over my flesh when he laughs.
A rough hand grips my leg and parts my thighs before cupping my pussy. I'm shivering. I have no choice but to grind against his palm, crushing my clit into his hand to relieve the unbearable throb that's been building over the past few hours.
His other hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back. Jesus—Computer Boy’s rough. I love it.
His lips are so close. "Do you want this, baby? Tell me you want it."
I brush my lips against his, a little grin playing on my mouth. "You want me to beg?"
The heel of his palm pushes hard on my clit and—fuck—I see stars. "Yeah. Beg me for it. Let me hear you."
I throw my head back against the wood and I'm no longer playing games. "Want you. Need you so bad, Wesley."
I'm so alarmingly wet. How am I not dehydrated? A girl needs water to lubricate her internal organs but right about now, all the liquid in my body is devoted to showing this man just how much I want him.
He cups the back of my head and claims my lips, kissing me hard. My mind is spinning. And now he's kissing a trail down my torso, fingers brushing along my ribs. When his lips sweep across my pelvic bone, I know for sure that I'm in trouble.
"Can't wait to taste you," he groans as he drops to his knees. He grabs at the nylon of my panties, pulling them down to the floor. His fingers pass over my folds and he opens me up, dragging his touch through my wetness. Pleasure beams zip through my blood.
I shove my hands through the long strands of his messed up hair and thrust my pussy forward like a lurid offering. " Taste it," I beg. "Eat it up."
His short chuckle fills the air. "My greedy girl."
His puckered lips brush my clit and my eyes spin back into my head at the sensation. Then his tongue slips out, running over the sensitive bud.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
This man is tearing me apart. With every stroke of his tongue, he’s stripping through my layers. Every defense, every shield is coming down for him. I want to him to take every part of me. I want to let him all the way in. This flood of emotions washes down on me out of nowhere. This is not what I was expecting when I left the Christmas party to pick up some stranger from the airport just in time for the Holidays. How is it that I already feel so deep, drowning in something that just hours ago, I didn’t even realize existed?
I clench my fingers in his strands, holding him there. I’m so turned on right now. I might just die. I work my hips against his handsome face, silently begging him to kiss me there forever. When his hands move up my thighs and roughly cradle my ass, I know that I’m so close.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” Fuck—I can hardly stand it.
Wesley licks me relentlessly, like no one ever has before. I’d never even imagined that this range of sensations was possible. He brushes his hand through the crack of my ass, stroking the puckered entrance of my anus. My knees give way and I cry out.
Throwing my head back, I chant his name into the air like a Christmas song.
The orgasm is overwhelming. It rocks me to the very core. I’m a blubbering, rippling mess when he snatches the wine bottle from the floor and rises. His body is pressed flush with mine. His fingers clasp lightly around the front of my neck as his lips linger by my ear. “Was that good for you?”
Is he fucking kidding me right now?
He rocked my fucking world. “That was magic…” I whisper helplessly.
Before I even find the strength to move an inch, I feel the cool glass of the wine bottle grazing the inside of my thigh. The lip of the slides smoothly through my folds before pressing hard against my clit. I shudder and whimper like a fucking baby.
With a wicked half-smile, Wesley brings the bottle to his lips and empties it before letting it fall to the carpet. Reaching between us, he unzips his fly and pushes his pants down around his knees. His hand guides mine around his long, hard, pulsing erection.
“If you think my tongue is magic, wait till you get my cock.”