Chapter 2

Clara

My heart skipped.

This is all shades of wrong but I can’t help it— there’s something about this arrogant asshole that is getting to me.

It’s either the way he looks at me or the way his hand remains fiercely on mine.

My entire body is craving him like a newly discovered drug. I never knew I could feel this way for a stranger and it’s getting me nervous.

I’m trying to control the way my system is changing. I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with a total stranger.

I swallowed hard. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest, and the slippery wetness of my panties clinging very intimately.

“Let’s get out of here.”

It wasn’t a question. It was an order, one that I shouldn’t obey but I found myself listening to him like a girl hypnotized.

It wasn’t just a coincidence when we ended up in the same hotel where I had my reservations. The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system.

As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith.

I got to his room, trying my best to control myself.

“So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?”

”No names.” I said.

He nodded.

“It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

He looked into my eyes, “You know what? He asked.

I was so curious to know what was going through his head so I shook my head. “What?”

“Well, not to worry, it’s something I’d love to say over and over again, that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I might be in love with you already. I think we should go for it.”

My heart raced, and all of this was a bit interesting and confusing at the same time.

“I’m not looking for anything serious,” I said. My brain is getting ahead of me. I’m desperate for this guy, but also terrified of how he’s making me feel. I already know I could get addicted.

“You’re very charming, but I won’t fall in love with you. Just saying.”

A smile crept over his lips. “Okay. Good to know. With everything going on in my life, I do not need anything close to serious.”

I felt like asking him what he was going through but I also didn’t want the same question to be thrown back at me so I swallowed it back.

“I mean, we don’t know each other at all…” I said, instead.

He pressed his body against mine, a knee pushing between mine to edge my legs open.

“And I think it’s best that way,” he whispered.

His mouth was torturously close to mine as he murmured.

“Besides I know enough, I know you have one hell of a pretty mouth,” He said. “I also know it would look even prettier wrapped around my cock which is so fucking hard for you, I’m already very close to getting you extremely dirty..”

“You..”

”You might fall in love with me after all,” he added.

No.

That’s the last thing I want. All I need is to be fucked dirty and out of this misery before I return home to my brothers.

I want to wrap my legs around his waist and look at him when he pushes into me.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before he slid his fingers down the hem of my dress upwards, skimming over the lace of my panties, skating over my clit. I moaned at the feel of his fingers’ warm, silky glide over the thin lace.

“Damn, you’re so fucking wet, Stranger,” he said.

“Absolutely wet for you.” I moaned.

“You want me so bad.”

It was so obvious that I wanted him so bad but at the same time I didn’t care, I’m so horny.

I had absolutely no idea how we got in, but I was in his suite before I blinked twice.

“Gosh, I need you badly.”

I slid my hand around the nape of his neck as he pulled me against his stunningly hard body, teasing me, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

He tilted my head to expose my neck and slowly, his lips pressed against my sensitive skin. My teeth skimmed, and my tongue drew a sensuous line on his neck which made him shiver.

It wasn't too long before my back was on his couch and my mouth parted as his fingers traced between my thighs.

I let out a low moan as he tasted me and I arched my back, letting him dig into my liquid lust.

The pulse between my thighs was making me crazy and my need for his mouth on mine had become an overwhelming desperation.

I need this man so badly like I’ve never needed anything in my life.

“God, you taste so good.”

“Please,” I whispered, tilting my hips forward reflexively. I’ve gone crazy but I can’t help it. I’m lost in a rising haze of arousal.

I moaned as his fingers slid my panties to the side. My voice is breathy, pleading.

My whole body has never felt so purely physical. I don’t care about anything except his strong fingers, which skate teasingly over the center of my universe.

He feels so good I exhale a soft gasp. “Oh my God.”

This is already more intimate than anything that’s ever happened to me.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come..”

“Oh no… I don’t want you to come, yet.”

He kissed my opening and I buried my hands in his hair as he thrusted his tongue around my clit in slow, synced rhythm with his fingers, which slid barely inside me, gaining slow, slippery entry.

It hurt a little, but in a good way. In a deeply hot, sexy way.

The combination of the heady, erotic taste of him as he plays my body is stoking a wildfire pleasure that’s threatening to reach some crazy over-the-top peak.

I need to reach this peak more than I need my next breath. If he doesn’t give it to me I might lose my mind.

His mouth lowered to the most sensitive part of my pussy and without any restraint, I screamed.

The moans weren't expressing just how intense he was making me feel.

I leaned into him, arching against him reflexively. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” I whispered.

His hands move to my breasts, gliding over the fabric of my dress, charting every curve and pausing at every flicker of a response.

His fingers slipped under the edge of my neckline and his breath got heavier as he discovered I’m not wearing a bra.

My nipples tightened between his fingers, feeling the gentle twist of strong fingers.

With one hand still teasing my nipples, His free fingers slowly undo the tie that’s holding my dress together.

“Look how fucking gorgeous you are. I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life.”

I pulled off my panties, wanting to make it easier for him. I need him already and one more second waiting is going to kill me. “You’re so damn wet for me, Blue, My dirty girl wants my big cock badly.”

“Give it to me,” I breathe. “Please.”

“Oh, I’ll give it to you, gorgeous. But first I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re coming in my mouth. Then you can have my cock.”

Okay, wow.

It’s a crazy feeling, to be totally naked, exposed, and vulnerable, while he’s still fully clothed. I love how big he is and the hot look in his eyes.

I slide my fingers over his massive erection, squeezing lightly, fascinated by the hardness and the heat. The way it thickened under my careful touch.

“Want to get a look?”

“I want a taste.”

What is this part of me turning into!? He fumbled with his belt buckle and his huge, heavy cock sprang free.