Part 13 (2/2)

I reach behind me and pluck the condom from my back pocket, tearing open the wrapper and slipping the ring over the head of my c.o.c.k. She watches in fascination, reaching out to touch the tip, then running her finger along my length before she wraps her fingers around the base and guides me toward her.

”Come here.” I pick her up with ease and she wraps her legs around my hips, her skirt s.h.i.+elding us. Without warning I thrust deep inside her, all the way to the hilt, and our mingling moans are loud, overpowering the low thrum of the music playing from the elevator speakers.

”Oh, G.o.d.” She slams her head against the wall, her eyes falling shut, her teeth digging into her lower lip as I begin to thrust. I study her with fascination, loving the way her face hitches with my every push deep inside her body, a little whimper falling from her lips when I withdraw. She's so wet, it was easy to slide inside her p.u.s.s.y and I can feel it twitch and tremble, driving me f.u.c.king insane.

”Don't stop,” she whispers, and there's no way in h.e.l.l I can. This is going to be fast and it's going to be brutal. I'm ramming myself deep, as deep as I can go, my b.a.l.l.s tightening, the familiar tingling at the base of my spine already starting. I'm gonna blow soon.

And I want to make sure she's coming along with me for the ride.

”You close?” I ask her, reaching in between us to stroke her c.l.i.t. She's sopping wet and sticky and I'm smearing it everywhere, on my c.o.c.k, on her c.l.i.t, trying my d.a.m.nedest to work her into a frenzy.

”Yes. Please, please, please.” She's chanting, her mouth hanging open, her head thrown so far back her hair is like a crazed cloud against the mirror. I glance to my left, see that the wall isn't covered with the black pattern. It's nothing but plain mirrors.

Offering me a clear view of the two of us f.u.c.king.

”Look,” I tell her, grasping her by her chin and forcing her to look to her right. Our gazes clash in the reflection and I reach between us, shoving up the skirt of her dress to her waist so our connected bodies are on perfect display.

”Oh, Caden.” The words rush out of her breathlessly as I withdraw almost all the way out, my c.o.c.k glistening with her juices before I shove myself back inside. It's hot as h.e.l.l in the elevator. I'm sweating, she's sweating, the scent of s.e.x is heavy in the air and the music keeps playing, the green and purple lights casting us in a weird glow, the sight of my c.o.c.k moving inside of her body hurtling me closer and closer to the brink.

”You feel so good,” I whisper, my words making her p.u.s.s.y clench tight around me. I grit my teeth, trying to control myself for at least a little longer. I want to ensure she's close to coming too, d.a.m.n it. ”I think I'm addicted to your p.u.s.s.y.”

She laughs. I love that she finds my remark humorous but I'm not lying. ”Are you serious?”

I play with her c.l.i.t, her laughter dying on her lips, replaced by a moan instead. ”Dead f.u.c.king serious, Ro. I love that pretty little p.u.s.s.y of yours. I never want to stop f.u.c.king it.”

Her inner walls ripple with my words and I press my mouth close to her ear, whispering all sorts of dirty nothings, trying to get her off. h.e.l.l, getting myself off. She likes it dirty, this girl. I squeeze her a.s.s, thrust my c.o.c.k so deep inside her she screams and then she's coming, my name falling from her lips, her hands clutching me as tight as her p.u.s.s.y clutches around my c.o.c.k and then I'm coming too ...

Right at the moment the little hideaway phone in the control panel of the elevator starts ringing.

”What the h.e.l.l is that?” she asks breathlessly.

”s.h.i.+t.” I withdraw from her reluctantly and pull off the condom, tying off the end before I go to the stupid phone and answer it.

”Sir, is everything all right? We received an emergency notice that the elevator you're in has come to a complete stop,” the nasally disembodied voice asks.

”We're fine,” I say gruffly, hitting the b.u.t.ton again so the elevator starts once more with a violent jerk. I hang up on her before she can ask me anything else just as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open.

Thank Christ no one is waiting for it. I turn to Rose to see she's set herself back to rights, though her hair is still a bit of a mess. I smooth it down for her in the back, earning a quick smile for my efforts.

The sight of that smile sends a strange little pang straight to my heart. I'd do anything to see it again.

You've turned into a complete p.u.s.s.y.

I ignore the s.h.i.+tty voice in my head and take Rose's arm, leading her out of the hotel so that we're standing on the sidewalk, the busy Sat.u.r.day night traffic pa.s.sing us by.

She turns to face me, her expression unreadable, and worry fills me. Is this it? Is she going to tell me thanks for the f.u.c.ks but she's gotta go? I don't know if I can take it.

”Well, that was ... interesting,” she finally says, making me chuckle. That's exactly what she said to me after our incident at the White Swan, when I had her coming all over my fingers in minutes.

Our every encounter is what I would call interesting. And I'm interested in seeing her more.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in close, relief flooding me. It's time for me to be honest. ”I don't want this night to end,” I whisper close to her ear.

She leans into me, her hair brus.h.i.+ng against my chin. ”I don't, either,” she admits.

”Do you want to go somewhere else?” It's late, but the city is still busy and it's a Sat.u.r.day night. There's plenty we could find to do.

But all I want is her. Naked. Beneath me in bed, her legs wrapped around me, our bodies locked together.

Rose slowly shakes her head, tilting her head back so her gaze meets mine. ”Let's go back to my hotel room. That is, if you want to. Or maybe you need to get back to ...”

I rest my finger over her lips, silencing her. ”I don't need to get back to anything or anyone. Just you.”

She smiles and I drop my hand, wrapping it around her nape so I can pull her in for a kiss. ”Come back with me, then,” she whispers just before I kiss her.

We kiss for so long out on the sidewalk a pa.s.serby tosses out a glib, ”Get a room,” bringing us back to reality. I hail a cab, Rose hanging on me like she's become an extension of my body, and when the little black cab pulls over, we pile into the backseat, my hands on her a.s.s since she crawled in first.

She rattles off her hotel name and address and then she's falling on top of me, her hands scratching down my chest, her mouth on mine. I pull her closer, my hands on her waist as I lose myself in her kiss. This all just feels so normal. So f.u.c.king regular. This is what guys do, right? Find a girl and fall hopelessly in l.u.s.t with her. Think about her all the time. Flirt with her, fight with her, have awesome makeup s.e.x with her. Eventually fall in love, move in together, get married and have kids.

I have never in my life wanted that. I saw what marriage did to people. It f.u.c.ked them up. Look at my parents. I figured from a young age that I was better off alone. I protected myself. No way did I want to fall for one girl. Why would I want to do that when I could have many girls?

But I like this one girl. I like her a lot. And I don't want her to know anything about me. My truth is my shame. If she knew what I was really about, if she learned why I originally started talking to her that night in Cannes not so long ago-because I want to steal her family's necklace-she'd hate me forever.

I don't think I could deal with that.

What are my choices, though? Keep up the pretense that I'm something I'm not and eventually let her go? Eventually steal the necklace and leave in the dark of the night, never to return?

That's your only choice, a.s.shole.

Then I guess that's what I'm going to do. Savor every sweet smile she gives me. Savor the way she touches me, kisses me, looks at me ...

And then walk away.

”I really like kissing you,” she murmurs against my lips, pulling me back into reality.

I brush her wild hair away from her face and smile up at her. ”I like kissing you too.”

”Even in uncomfortable taxicabs.” She kisses my cheek, my jaw, my chin. ”I could do this all night.”

”Kiss me in the back of a cab?” I ask her.

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