Chapter 5
Olivia
Brad’s lips collided with mine and I forgot how to breathe. We spent the entire night flirting and dancing around our desires, but I never expected him to be so forward. Rubbing feet beneath the table was one thing; actually kissing was something else entirely. When I moaned against his lips, he took that as an invitation. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me forward, pressing me roughly against his body.
I could feel the outline of his muscles beneath his shirt, and I moaned again, tangling my fingers in his hair and letting myself come undone. Brad was the type of kisser who could unarm anyone’s defenses. He took control and made me forget where I was. His lips were soft, yet firm as they moved against mine. When his tongue begged for entry, I lost all hope of resisting. My body took over, and I felt desire pool between my legs.
His lips worked furiously over mine while his hands groped at my ass. He squeezed me and kissed hard, leaving me breathless. When those same lips traveled down to my neck, I gasped and held on to him for dear life. It didn’t matter that we were standing outside my hotel room or that someone could see us at any moment. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his body against mine.
I knew I would slow things down, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him to take me right there. As his lips claimed mine again, I searched frantically for my key. It was tucked away in my back pocket, and when I found it, my hands were trembling.
“Let me,” Brad said, his voice low and husky. The sound sent shivers down my spine.
He took the key from me and slid it in the door with expert precision. The door swung open, and in an instant, Brad was on me again, his hands on my ass and his tongue in my mouth. My entire body melted into him. For the first time in my life, I stopped thinking. I turned off my brain and let my desire take control.
The door slammed shut behind us, and I threw my purse to the ground, running my hands down Brad’s back. His muscles were so prominent that I longed to get him naked. Moving my hands to his chest, I unbuttoned his shirt with furious speed. I shoved it off his shoulders. It fell in a pile on the floor. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling his pecks and moaning against his mouth. I’d never felt that with a man as fit as Brad. It made my body shiver with excitement.
When I moved my hands lower, running my fingertips over his abs, he growled against my lips and squeezed my ass. He lifted me easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his dick press against me. Our kiss was insane, our lips barreling against each other with wild, desperate abandon.
He backed me up, pressing my body against the wall. His lips moved down to my neck, nibbling my skin and making me gasp. I was soon breathless as he kissed his way to my breasts. My shirt was low-cut, so he shoved it to the side and attached me with ruthless force. I ran my fingers through his hair, panting and writhing with desire.
When he moved us toward the bed, I was ready for anything. He threw me backward, making me bounce slightly. I grinned at him while his eyes traveled over my body. He looked hungry, and I loved that look in his eyes. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, pulling his boxers down with them. The sight of his huge cock bursting free was enough to make me moan.
He growled again and crawled over me. His hands moved first to my jeans. He looked at me questioningly as his fingers stopped over the button. I nodded, and he ripped them from my body, throwing them and my panties to the floor. Lifting me easily, he removed my shirt, sliding his hands around my back to unhook my bra. When he let me fall back against the bed, I was fully naked and ready for him.
His eyes raked over me and then his lips were on mine, kissing me like he’d never stop. I wrapped one leg around him and pulled his cock right against me, grinding my hips against his. He groaned and threw my leg off, his hand searching for my pussy.
When he slid his fingers over my clit, I cried out and arched my back. Our lips fell away from each other while he slid down to attach to my nipples. He bit and licked me, rubbing my clit with fury. I felt like my body was on fire as he took control of my pleasure. I’d never been with a man who was as strong and intense as Brad. He didn’t wait for my blessing. He didn’t move slowly, he just took me, overwhelming me with a blind pleasure I’d never felt before.
“Oh my God,” I moaned softly. Brad shoved one finger inside me, and I cried out again, gasping and breathing heavily.
He fucked me with his finger, moving hard and fast. I’d only slept with a few men, but none like Brad. I knew he would take me for the ride of my life.
I felt myself growing closer and closer, my body writhing and shaking. He pulled back to watch me, our eyes locking together. His darkened as he watched me shake.
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come for me, Olivia.”
The order was enough to send my body flying over the edge, but the command in his voice was more than I could take. He fucked me so hard and so fast that my eyes rolled back in my head, and I grabbed on to the bed spread for stability.
“Yes…” I moaned. “Oh God, yes. Oh! Fuck!”
I came hard and fast, shooting upward, my hips slamming against his hand. Pleasure rocked through me, making my head spin and my body shake. Brad didn’t wait for me to finish. He pulled his hand away from my pussy and dove for his jeans. Grabbing a condom out of his pocket, his tore the wrapper off and threw it to the ground. While waves of pleasure were still cascading through me, Brad threw my legs apart and yanked me toward him.
He was rough with me, but I never once felt threatened. This was everything I’d always wanted—a man to take control and fuck me into oblivion.
When he was poised at my entrance, our eyes met again, and he waited a fraction of a second. When he knew I was ready, he slammed into me with force. I arched my back and gasped with renewed desire, my hips lifting to meet his.
He rammed himself into me, his cock filling me completely. I could still feel the after effects of my orgasm, and with each thrust, he threw me closer to the edge all over again. While he took me, his reached down to pinch my nipples in between his fingers. His eyes ravished my body, taking in the sight of my tits bouncing and my hips thrusting against his.
In one motion, he lifted me up and pulled my body against his. I was sitting on his dick. He was perched on his heels. I couldn’t believe his strength. He continued to thrust upward while I rode him. Our rhythm was instant and perfect, our bodies perfectly in sync.
I threw my head back and let the sensation take me over. His teeth attacked my skin, biting my neck and my tits, sucking my nipples between his lips while I held on to his shoulders for dear life. My eyes rolled, and I dug my nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he threw my back down on the bed. This time, his body pressed against mine.
He grabbed my leg, hiking it up and pounding into me. I felt sweat pouring over my body and I shaking beneath him. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. Pleasure and desire ran through me, and when I came again, it was so intense I felt tears form behind my eyes.
“Fuck,” he growled, feeling my pussy collapse around his cock.
“Holy shit,” I moaned. “God yes…”
He came right after me, thrusting forward and grunting loudly. His dick throbbed and jerked inside me, dragging out my own pleasure. His body trembled above mine, his hands digging into my sides. We held on to each other for what felt like hours, just feeling every single wave of ecstasy that rocked through us.