Chapter 14
It was a bizarre feeling walking from the limo to the hotel with no panties on. Marissa’s pussy was still damp from their little sexual explosion, and the wind was blowing hard enough to send shivers through her core.
She’d never admit it to Vince, but she’d been turned on when he’d slipped her panties into his pocket. It was an act of possession, one she’d never expected from him. A part of her had been annoyed that he wouldn’t give them back when she’d asked, though she was under the impression if she’d really pushed for them, he would have relented.
The larger part of her had enjoyed the thrill of going commando. It was so weird that something as simple as leaving off a piece of clothing made her feel that liberated.
God, her life must really suck balls if that’s all it took to shake her libido free.
Vince let her walk ahead of him through the lobby to the elevator. He wasn’t touching her, but she swore she could feel the weight of his gaze on her skin. No doubt him knowing that she was bare beneath her dress, that he was the reason for it, was as much of a turn-on for him as it was for her.
They were absolutely going to have sex once they got upstairs.
Given the nature of their relationship, Marissa couldn’t help but wonder if this changed anything for her. Before the limo, sex hadn’t been an option, so she hadn’t felt she’d crossed any lines. Vince hadn’t forced the issue, and she hoped that if she said no, if she rebuked his advance, then he would have backed off. But he was the one with the money. He was the one who had the ability to pay off her debts. Did this change anything, or was she being a fool?
“Now I get what you meant.” Vince’s voice surprised her in the small elevator.
“Pardon?”
“You’re thinking loudly.” His lips did that half-smile thing of his. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong.” She waited for the doors to slide open and for him to step out. She didn’t move, forcing him to put his hand out to stop the doors from sliding shut. “I mean, we are about to go have sex, right? I’m not imagining that?”
He cocked his head to the side. “That’s completely up to you.”
The elevator dinged at her, but she stayed put. “I think I want to have sex.”
“Then we have sex.” The elevator dinged again. “Please come out.”
She did as he asked, but didn’t move away from the elevator. “Does that change things? Like if we have sex, will you expect it? Does it become part of our arrangement? I mean, if it does then I’m sure I’ll find a way to deal, but I need to know before we take this next step.”
Vince stepped up to her and framed her face with his hands. “This isn’t part of the deal. This has to be something that you want, and not some obligation. I never set out to make this about sex. I needed someone who could help me deflect some of the issues I was having with my reputation. That’s it. If you never want to do it again, then we don’t.”
By the time he was done with his little speech, Marissa’s heart was pounding so hard, she felt it in her throat. “Tell me you have condoms.”
“The room comes stocked with them.”
She didn’t wait for him to say anything else, grabbed his hand and pulled him toward his bedroom. The room wasn’t that much different from hers; a large bed filled most of it, while a desk and fire place were also there. The scent that filled the air struck her as somehow more masculine, though she was fairly certain it was in fact no different than what was in hers.
Strange how the mind worked.
Only once she was all the way into his bedroom, did she drop his hand and turn to face him. “So, here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to strip naked, while you go and find those condoms you mentioned. Once you have what we need, then you’re going to come back and we’re going to screw until we yell so loud they hear us in the lobby. Deal?”
Vince’s eyes were pretty much the teleprompter for his internal dialogue. With each word she spoke, she could see his desire, his arousal, his complete agreement with everything she’d said. It didn’t surprise her then, when he spoke, that his voice was rough from his arousal. “Don’t move.”
She cocked her head to the side, knowing exactly how she must look to him. “Butt naked?”
“Not an inch.” He turned and bolted for the bathroom.
God, this was actually a hell of a lot of fun. With Andrew, sex had been good, satisfying. But there’d never been this nearly electric spark that arced between them. Whenever they’d finished, their conversations would immediately switch to something else, something boring. They rarely took time to relish in what they’d just done. Marissa had always assumed that was simply how it was between couples, especially those who’d been together for a number of years.
But this? Her body shivered from the anticipation of what she knew was about to come. Vince possessed a laser focus that Andrew never could manage. When Vince looked at her, she swore her very thoughts were visible to him. That somehow, he was able to see deep into her brain and know exactly what she wanted.
It was the single most thrilling thing she’d ever experienced.
Vince strode back through the door with a bottle of lube and a string of condoms. He’d removed his tie, lost his jacket somewhere along the way, and had undone the buttons of his sleeves. If she’d been wearing panties, they would have been dampened from her arousal.
Shit, she wasn’t normally a woman to want to have sex more than once in a night. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with being a one and done kind of girl, but the thought of going again, to feel Vince’s body on her, in her while she orgasmed, nearly pushed her over the edge.
“Good. You didn’t move.” His eyes were wide, and he looked nearly wild. “I wasn’t sure you’d listen.”
“I almost didn’t. If we are doing this as equals, and not as sugar daddy and woman who’s taking his money, then I get to be the one in charge. I get to tell you what I like and what I don’t like. If I want to be on top, or shove something up your ass, then I’m the one who gets to suggest it. And if you want to do something that I don’t like, then I have full veto power.” There, that was a firm and clear statement of what she wanted. It was like she really was in charge.
Vince swallowed hard. “You want to shove something up my ass?”
Marissa couldn’t stop the burst of laughter. “Well, I don’t have a burning desire or anything. But you seemed intrigued by the idea back in the limo.”
He looked away and chuckled. “You’re so different from any other woman I’ve ever been with.”
“That’s because when you’re not rich, you have to be creative.” She stepped closer and tugged down one of the straps of her dress. “Now, I believe we were going to get naked and fuck.”
Yes, there was the growl she’d heard him make back at the restaurant. “Let me.”
“Nope.”
Another growl. “Marissa.”
“Vince…sit on the bed.”
It took him a moment, but she was pleased when he eventually complied with her request. She turned to face him, her back now to the warmth of the fireplace. “I’m not a dancer, so I won’t embarrass myself with an attempt at a striptease. Instead, I’ll just do this.”
She kept her gaze locked on his as she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper that held the dress in place. The fabric loosened immediately, as gravity pulled it down, nearly exposing her breasts to him. She held it in place, letting the straps fall uselessly to her mid arm as she swayed slowly.
Vince watched her every move with rapt attention. It was strange to see where he focused his attention; her arms, her neck, her legs as she kicked her shoes off. When he moved his gaze to her breasts, she let the dress slip a bit further down, showing off a generous amount of skin. He clenched his hands, balling up a part of the duvet cover as he did. “You’re a tease.”
“I am.” And yet, she really wasn’t. This was never the sort of thing she’d have done with Andrew. There was something about Vince that brought the wild side out in her. She turned around so her back was now to him. “That fire is so nice.”
She let the dress slip down to her waist, so her breasts could now enjoy the full warmth from the fire. The silk clung to her ass, resting as though it were on a ledge. Marissa reached up and cupped the weight of her own breasts, squeezing them and enjoying the tingle that filled her.
“I’m so fucking hard right now.” She heard him shift on the bed. “I can’t believe how much you’re turning me on.”
“This is what happens when you have fun, when you let yourself go. It’s something I have to remember for when I go back to Toronto.” She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.
He’d reached down and had opened the front of his pants, his cock pushing out from beneath the band on his briefs. The head of his cock glistened in the firelight, a beacon enticing her to come and taste.
She turned, letting the dress fall to the floor and revealing her full naked body to him. “Right now, I’m done with being patient.”
Vince watched her move closer to him, leaning back on his arms when she reached the side of the bed. “You’re stunning.”
“And you’re overdressed.” He lifted his hips as she tugged his pants off, followed by his briefs. His cock jutted up, hard and leaking.
It was hard for Marissa to ignore it, but she wanted him as naked as she was. Her hands shook as she undid his buttons, messing up more than a few. Clearly, he was as impatient as she was for them to have sex, because he set to work on the buttons on the lower part, meeting her in the middle.
She’d felt his abs, the muscles in his arms and chest over the course of their time together. Feeling it and see the perfection that comprised his body were two completely different things. She stood straight as he pulled the shirt free of his arms, and finally leaving them naked.
Equals.
The surge of boldness she’d experienced moments earlier had petered out, leaving her at a bit of a loss for what to do. Normally with sex, she’d start with a blow job, and move on from there. But they’d done that, both having come not long ago. Thankfully, Vince wasn’t as confused as to what to do next.
He reached up and bracketed her waist with his hands. His thumbs traced lazy patterns across her skin, making her wiggle away from the sensitive spots. “Join me?”
Yeah, that sounded like a perfect idea.
She let him guide her to the bed, and together they shifted and stretched out until they were both filling the middle of the mattress. Without her shoes, he was so much taller than she was. Her toes brushed against his calves, teasing the coarse hair that covered his skin. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples tingling from the contact.
Vince shifted lower so their faces were close together. She could smell the mix of her cum on his face and the wine they’d shared. Reaching out, she ran a hand across his cheek, relishing the feel of his stubble against her.
This was different. It was nice. But she really wanted to fuck him now.
Marissa wrapped her leg around his waist, and rolled them so she was now sitting on top. “Where’d you throw that condom?”
He lifted up the packet without looking. “You going to make sure I’m ready for action?”
She gifted him with an eye roll, before ripping one of the foil packets open and shifting lower so she could roll it down his cock. “You’re good with your mouth. I’m curious to see how good you are with this.”
“Is that meant to be a taunt? If it is, we seriously need to work on your game.” He gasped as she squeezed his cock and gently pressed her thumb to the middle of his balls. “Yes, ma’am.”
That little acquiescence sent a shiver through her. “You’re lucky I’m really horny, or else I might request we do a little roleplay.”
Vince licked his lips. “I’m no one’s submissive.”
“Maybe not.” She shrugged before lining his cock up with her pussy and slowly sinking down. “But I get the feeling you might like someone taking over every now and again.”
Whatever else she might have teased him with, those words vanished as she settled into place on his shaft. Vince returned his hands to her waist, holding her firmly in place. He didn’t do anything until she opened her eyes and looked down at him. Only then, did he buck his hips up, forcing himself deeper inside her.
Her clit was swollen and her pussy wet, making the pleasure even more intense as she matched his thrusts. They easily fell into a rhythm, their bodies pulling away, only to come back together with a glorious burst of pleasure each time. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each contact, her nipples tingling. Without thinking, she reached up and pinched them, relishing the bolt of pleasure that seemed to connect to her clit.
Vince’s grip tightened on her, lifting her up higher on each upswing, so she could slam back down on him harder. “Pinch them again.”
She moaned, letting her head fall back, no longer able to keep gravity from winning. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, tugging and teasing the sensitive tips in the way that no man ever seemed to get. Each time she pinched, her pussy pulsed around his cock, squeezing his shaft now soaked from her juices. Higher and higher her body climbed until she knew there was no way she’d be able to stop from coming.
Before she tipped over that edge, Marissa forced her eyes open and looked down at Vince. Sweat covered his skin, glistening from the light of the fireplace. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, as he thrust up harder and faster into her.
But it was the look in his eye, the possessive darkness squarely aimed at her that pushed her over the edge. One second she was looking at him, the next she sucked in a breath and screamed.
The pleasure hit her in powerful waves, over and over. There was no recession, no chance for her to catch her breath or relax her muscles. Her body curled forward as she squeezed her nipples to the point where she no longer felt them. Vince didn’t stop, didn’t relent until the second she sucked in a breath, collapsing slightly.
She didn’t have time to stop him, or even realize what he was doing. In a blink, he’d rolled them so she was now on her back and he was able to pound into her. She clung to him, let the tide of her orgasm surge again as he pressed his face to her neck as he fucked her hard. There was no way she’d be able to come again, but the feeling of his muscles working hard, before tensing, nearly pushed her over the edge.
Vince roared loud against her neck, his body losing the rhythm as he came. One, two, three more thrusts and he finally came to a stop.
Marissa had been fucked nearly senseless. Her body ached from her release, from the too-powerful pleasure. She placed a kiss to his cheek and unable to keep her eyes open any longer, let sleep claim her.