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I was helpless.
We barely knew each other, but in these twisted sheets, he reached into my inner depths and demanded everything. I’d never been one to succumb to demands. With Jake, I found myself handing it all over until he all but consumed me.
“Eyes on me, sweetness.”
My lids shot open at his command. His eyes bore into mine as his intensity vibrated through him into me, rattling me all the way to my bones.
“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, velvet over sandpaper. “You’re so good at listening to me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, out of words.
He slowed his thrusts but kept them just as deep, working himself so far into me it was nearly impossible not to let my eyes flutter closed as they rolled back in my head.
“Are you going to give me what I want?”
I shook my head. “I can’t. Not anymore.”
His hand slid from my breast to my abdomen then between my thighs. He brushed over my tender clit, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. When he pressed down on it, I screamed. Not a cute, breathy scream. It came from my belly and wound its way up my throat with primal force.
Jake laughed, the faint crinkles around his eyes deepening. “Oh yeah, CeeCee. You’ve got another orgasm for me, and you’re going to give it to me.”
He wasn’t wrong.
This man, this motorcycle-riding stranger, played my body like he knew it well. Like he had me in his bed every night, not once every blue moon. He must’ve done this a lot. Every weekend, taking another lonely woman to bed and fucking her until her bones melted. I didn’t know how old he was, but I was certain he was younger than me. There was no way he wasn’t making good use of his youth and undeniable skills whenever he got the chance.
A kernel of jealousy took root in my gut. Before it could sprout into something bigger, Jake covered my mouth with his and rolled my clit until I couldn’t bear the pleasure-pain. He licked away my cries. Chuckled when I bit down on his lip. His answer was to spear me with his cock. To drive into me so hard, I was sure he’d come out the other side. I let go of his lip to soundlessly gasp at the ceiling and claw at his shoulders.
When he finally came and slipped out of me, his hot, sweaty body landing right next to mine on the mattress, I knew for sure what I’d worried about since the first time he’d ended up in my hotel room a year ago: he’d effectively ruined me for every man who’d come after him. There was no way on this green earth anyone else could do what he did to me.
It was why I’d come back three times since.
I didn’t know Jake’s last name, or where he lived, or who his people were. He could have been a serial killer or runaway priest. He could have been the type to post thirst traps on social media.
None of that mattered. There was no possible future here. If I were smart, I’d leave and not come back before he had a chance to figure out who I was and find a way to use my family’s name against me.
Reaching over, he splayed his fingers on my stomach. “I feel you tensing already. Did I not fuck you well enough to turn that busy mind off?”
I turned to him, finding him already watching me. God, he made scruff look good. His hair, wild and mussed from my fingers, made him look even better. I’d left my mark all over him. Lips puffy from kissing and red from my teeth. Faint claw marks down his biceps and over his shoulders. There was even a little purple hickey at the base of his throat.
Seeing him like that, what I’d done to him, made me feel powerful in a way foreign to me. I had power in my day-to-day life, but this was wholly different. It bestowed a sexy kind of confidence that allowed my lids to lower and my tongue to peek out to wet my swollen lips.
I laid my hand over his, slotting our fingers together. My voice dropped, husky and flirtatious. “I don’t know, stranger. I thought we were going to wreck this room, but all I’m seeing are messed-up sheets. Everything else is in its place.”
He raised a brow. “Are you challenging me after I just had your teeth clacking from you shaking so hard?”
I shrugged as well as I could, considering I could barely feel my limbs. “It’s more of an observation.” But he wasn’t wrong.
He rolled to his side, propping up on an elbow and squeezing my breast like he owned it. My thighs pressed together of their own accord, and the smug tilt of his lips told me he saw it.
“Don’t know the next time I’ll see you, so you better believe I have every intention of making good use of our time together.” He plucked my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me. “Sit on my face, baby. Let me lick you until I’m ready to fuck you again.”
“Jake…”
He dragged a finger along my cheek. “After all we’ve done, I can still make you blush. If I were twenty, I’d fuck you right now to keep it there.”
And I would have let him.
Because this was a fantasy. A time and space completely removed from my real life where I could be someone different. Wanton and sensual, a little dangerous, taking a strange man to bed and fucking all night. That wasn’t me. I was mature and responsible. Danger had never attracted me until Jake. And since this was barely more than a fever dream, he could do anything to me in this hotel room.
