Susie led him into her hotel room. She should have said goodbye in the lobby. Should have told him she could make it the rest of the way on her own, but no, she allowed him to escort her all the way, and now she had a wolf shifter in her bedroom.
Admittedly, it wasn’t the first time that had been true, what with Allen and all. But having Barlow in her bedroom was quite different to Allen. With Allen it was all quick fumblings under the covers and then snuggling while they watched TV – their routine was as comfortable as an old pair of slippers. Barlow, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to devour her, and definitely in a good way.
Susie groaned and flitted around the room trying to retrieve the discarded panties that had been tossed around – she tried on a few pairs before she found some that didn’t show through her dress. The panties she chose were white with a pink ribbon and were feeling mighty uncomfortable at that moment.
“So this is my room,” she murmured.
Barlow grinned as he plucked a pair of purple lacy panties off the TV. “It’s nice.”
Susie blushed as she grabbed them and stuffed them into her suitcase.
“Do you want a drink or something?”
“You have any drinks?” he asked while sitting on the bed. He tossed his jacket on the floor. He didn’t seem to mind the chaotic mess in which Susie had left the room.
“There’s the minibar if you want something.” She could probably scrape together some pennies to cover that – her couch was due a good search for lost money.
“What are you having?”
“Actually, I brought some cans of ice tea with me – this place is kind of pricy.” Great, now she sounded cheap.
“Sounds good.”
“Oh, really? Um, okay.”
Susie rummaged in her suitcase and found a couple. She passed him one and gingerly sat down next to him, nursing her own.
“You feeling better?”
“Hmmm? Oh yes, yes I am.”
“Good,” he purred.
The word sent trembles through her. She inhaled as she felt Barlow’s hand come to rest on her back, just above her waist. His thumb was making a slight rubbing motion.
Susie remained staring at the wall as she felt Barlow lean over to her, and his lips brushed over her jaw. She shivered at his nearness.
“If you want me to go, say.”
She should. She didn’t want to tangle herself with another wolf only to have her heart broken again. But this would be okay, right? It was just a one-night fling in Vegas, after this night they would never see each other again. She ignored the painful feeling in her stomach at that thought.
“I want you to stay.”
Barlow let out a chuckling rumble before withdrawing from her. He jumped to his feet, and for a brief, disappointing moment, she thought he was leaving. But no, he simply swiped the can out of her hand and placed it on the dresser along with his.
He stood over her grinning in all his six-foot-six muscled glory. She never thought women like her got men like him. She was cute, not gorgeous, and he was a damn god.
His body twitched in anticipation, and her sex gave an answering shudder. She could see the outline of his impressive arousal, pressing against his jeans. That was for her - that was because of her she thought giddily.
But why shouldn’t she get a guy like this? Didn’t she deserve to have her world thoroughly rocked by a guy like this? And given the wild look in his amber eyes, that was definitely what was about to happen.
“I always think the only drawback to sex is the getting naked part,” she burbled self-consciously. With Allen she used to change into a t-shirt and then get under the covers and remove it – it was something she’d done since their first time, and he didn’t seem to care much whether he saw her naked or not.
Barlow’s face flashed with amusement. “I wouldn’t say that was a drawback. But how about we get that out of the way now, then.”
He tore off his shirt and Susie couldn’t help the feeling of appreciation at seeing so much bare flesh. His jeans, socks, and shoes soon followed. She giggled at the fact that he wasn’t wearing underwear. But her amusement died as she took in all of him. His body was like a work of art. She could spend days studying the intricate lines of his muscles, the details of his tattoos and the network of small scars that adorned his body. She found him beautiful, from the wolf ink on his chest to the hard length quivering for attention. Okay, so the scars and abrasions maybe wouldn’t be considered beautiful by others, but Susie immediately adored every inch of him. To Susie, he was perfect.
He chuckled at her openmouthed response. “Your turn, little darling.”
Barlow grasped one of her hands and pulled her to her feet. She was about to suggest she go to the bathroom with one of her trusty t-shirts, but Barlow didn’t give her the opportunity. He stepped forward and reached around her, pulling her zipper down. His hardness pressed against her stomach and her fingers itched to touch it. She was about to reach out and do so when Barlow hauled the dress over her head.
Susie folded her arms in front of her, wishing she had chosen some sexier underwear, or at least some matching underwear.
“None of that, little darling,” he crooned, prying her arms apart.
She took a shuddering breath and allowed him to pull her underwear off.
“Hell,” he murmured, and she looked up sharply to find him grinning. “You are gorgeous.”
Susie smiled in pleasure as her body flushed.
He sat down on the bed again and maneuvered her to stand in front of him. He ran his hands up her arms, and then down her body, taking his time when he reached her breasts, and stopping when he came to her sex. Gently, he nudged her legs apart, and Susie held her breath as he oh so gently pushed a finger through her folds. Her weeping channel wept even more at his touch.
“Oh, little darling,” he rumbled, “you feel beautiful. So tight, so wet.”
“Oh,” she breathed as his finger curled inside her. “Yes.”
Her hips twitched of their own accord, trying to move against that questing finger, trying to reach that pleasure that was dangling just out of reach.
“Oh, not yet, little darling,” he chuckled.
He withdrew his finger, and she all but growled at him, making him laugh even harder.
“You almost sounded like a wolf.”
He pulled her a little closer and cupped one of her breasts. He held the fleshy orb in his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing and sucking at it. His free hand moved up and down her thigh, occasionally making its way to her ass, kneading and rubbing her.
Susie whimpered at the gentle sensations. She loved feeling his hands on her body, but she wanted more. Her hands moved to his thickness. She grasped his steely member in her hands, feeling it quiver in her grip.
Barlow growled as she started stroking up and down his length, reveling in the way he twitched and seemed to grow ever more.
He dragged her onto the bed, having her kneel over him, steadying her with his hands while she hovered above him.
“Come on now,” he crooned encouragingly, “take me inside you. You’re more than ready.”
Tell me something I don’t know she thought.
Still grasping him, she shuffled herself over him, poised to plunge down his length. She trembled in anticipation, anxious to be with him, desperate to reach that satisfying pleasure, and she knew he would get her there. She didn’t always orgasm during sex, but if there was ever something she was certain about, it was that this man could give her what she needed.
Susie bit her lip as she pushed down, taking him inch by inch. He was large; there was no denying that, but as he spread her open, there was no pain, only exquisite bliss as he touched every nerve ending and caressed sensitive spots she never even knew existed.
She took her time, and he was patient with her, but as she finally took him all, he let out a small roar on contentment.
“There we go,” he grunted. “Damn you feel good, little darling.”
Susie smiled; her desire blossomed a little more with each compliment. She wasn’t used to them – her only other partner had only ever growled the word ‘yes’ during sex, or weirdly sometimes he would shout his own name – never hers, just his own.
Barlow’s hands loosened their grips slightly, and he started rubbing her skin again, massaging her flesh. He was not rushing to drive himself inside her, to reach his end and explode before she was ready. No, he was holding still – well, not entirely still, she could feel him quivering. But he was allowing her to take her time – he was waiting for her.
With tantalizing slowness, she started moving.
“That’s it, little darling,” he murmured.
Deliberately, she rolled her hips, delighting in each ripple of pleasure every tiny move afforded her. Barlow growled and sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. With every second she grew more confident, surer of what she wanted, what she needed.
She started moving against him with more force as Barlow’s own movements became more fervent. His hands were firmer on her body, his fangs scraped against her nipple, and his hips started thrusting into her with short, sharp stabs. She cried out with joy every time he pressed inside her, and she answered him with a buck of her own hips, delighting in the growl she tore from him.
The feel of his length, hard and scorching inside her was driving her wild. His hands gripped her so hard she was sure she would have finger marks for days. Not to mention the bite marks on her breasts, but it was heaven. A loud, hot, growly, dirty heaven – but heaven nonetheless and oh how she wished it would never end. But it would; she could feel her own release drawing near, clawing to be free. She could sense his urgency growing in his near-erratic strokes, and when it did end, she realized she would never see him again. This was it – this one wonderful night was it.
Barlow freed her breast and gazed at her with fiery amber eyes, his face laced with joy. No, no, she didn’t want that - she didn’t want to lose this perfect man. She wanted this to last as long as possible – forever even. But even as she tried to stave off her completion, her body wound tighter and tighter, grasping at that wonderful feeling that had always been so elusive to her, and just as she prayed it would never come, her body erupted.
Susie wrapped herself around him, holding him to her, clutching at him as she screamed in bittersweet joy.
Barlow gripped her hips, pulling her down his length as his own climax thundered through him. He roared and snarled and trembled along with her as he fell back on the bed, dragging her with him.
“That was wonderful, little darling,” he crooned, as he stroked her back.
“Yes, it was,” she breathed.
He cupped her face and raised her lips to his. After what they had just done, their first kiss was surprisingly tender, and dare she even think it – romantic? His lips were soft, and his tongue hesitant, and it was just the sweetness she needed after their energetic coupling. She moaned into his mouth, settling into his embrace.
He really is perfect she thought with a sigh.