Take the Money and Come

Chapter 10: Passion Overflowing

Chapter 10: Passion OverflowingAs soon as the doors closed, he pulled her against him hard, crushing her lips beneath his with a fervor even more fiery than she'd seen from him thus far. He almost didn't notice when the doors opened at the penthouse, but he broke the kiss long enough to reach the outside of the door to his suite. He swung her around then, tearing the lightweight sundress from her body before pressing her back up against the door. His hand encircled her wrists to lift her arms high above her head and Sarah was so turned on by the primitive, naughty move that she didn't even think about the fact they still stood in the hotel hallway.

His eyes roamed over her near-naked, pinned body for one fiery second, and the groan that escaped his lips sounded feral. His mouth was on her again, kissing her lips, her jaw, her neck. Her body writhed; she wanted to strip him, touch him, taste him; but he held her wrists captive. His free hand moved to her bikini top, tugging, and the ties gave way, the scrap of fabric falling to the floor. Her chest thrust forward, anticipating his touch, but his hand moved elsewhere, tugging at the only scrap of fabric still hiding any part of her from his view. The bikini gave in without a fight and suddenly she was completely naked, his eyes blazing with desire as he took in the sight of her smooth, naked p***y.

She waited impatiently, desperately for his touch, but she couldn't have anticipated what he did next. Right there in the hotel hallway, her naked body already on display, he deftly unzipped his jeans and his massive c**k sprang free, her mouth watering instantly at the sight. But in the next second, he was lifting her, releasing his hold on her wrists once her legs were around him as he plunged deep inside her p***y in one smooth thrust. Gritting his teeth, she could tell he was mustering every ounce of strength he possessed to still himself for a moment, giving her body a chance to adjust, and then he was moving again, thrusting in and out as Sarah used her leverage against the wall to meet his every thrust. Her fingers dug into the sinewy muscle of his back as her o****m built fast. She did her best to stifle her moans, not wanting to attract the attention of other hotel patrons. But before long, she didn't care, so engrossed in pleasure she couldn't hold back. She moaned loudly as Nico's pace increased and as her o****m began to grip her body, she screamed, her back arching as she thrust down hard, his c**k filling her to the hilt. He continued to f**k her for a few more seconds, plunging deep and already stirring her anew. Thrusting hard one last time, his mouth captured hers as he started to c*m.

A moment later, he lowered Sarah's feet to the ground, still keeping an arm wrapped around her, kissing her lips lightly. She figured it was over, and she breathed deeply, trying to stem the arousal that was already growing like wild fire. But he opened the door to his suite then, pulling her inside and leading her through the suite to the oversized bathroom, complete with an enormous walk-in shower. He turned on the water, letting go of Sarah long enough to yank off his shirt and jeans, and then pulling her into the multitude of jets coming out of the ceiling and every wall—even the floor. Once there, he spun her around just inches from one of the shower walls, spreading her legs, she moaned loudly in surprise. He'd positioned her so that one of the jets was angled directly at her clit.

She could see him reach up to some control panel from the corner of her eye, and suddenly the glass shower walls were no longer ordinary glass; she could see herself in the mirrored panels surrounding her. Her cheeks flamed at her own wanton reflection, but then Nico came into view behind her, his hands coming around her to squeeze her t**s as he watched her in the mirror. One hand left briefly, reaching up to the control panel again, and a second later, she nearly jumped as the pressure of the jet stimulating her clit tripled. She writhed wildly, but Nico's hands were there to hold her still.

“Don't resist it, Sarah. I want to watch you c*m,” he told her, whispering against her ear.

She let the sensations overtake her then, no longer caring that he was watching her get off on a shower jet. If he wanted to see her c*m, she wasn't going to deprive him of that. The pressure of the jet was driving her wild, her o****m so close already, she closed her eyes, a natural, instinctive reaction.

“Open your eyes, Sarah. I want you to watch, too.”

If she hadn't been so close to the brink, she would have blushed beet red for sure, but she didn't. She met his gaze straight on in the mirror and then turned her attention to the reflection of their bodies as the water's pressure sent her over the edge.

As the aftershocks of her o****m tremored through her body, he released his hold, enabling Sarah to move. She spun around then, her eyes taking in his hard, wet body before her hands were on him, roaming over every naked inch of flesh. Her lips followed, kissing her way down his smooth, sleek chest, over his abdomen, surely the most chiseled six-pack she'd ever seen. As her mouth made contact with his hard shaft, he groaned, and Sarah opened wide, her lips wrapping around his c**k. She noticed as she did, her knee had covered up one of the floor jets, and she parted her legs to give the jet's water access to her p***y. She took in every inch of him she could as the water teased her slit, and she writhed to give it better access to her clit. As her own pleasure increased, she sped up, sucking his c**k faster and faster, taking him deeper until she could feel him hitting the back of her throat.

“Oh God, Sarah. You look so f*****g incredible with my c**k in your mouth while you make yourself hot with that jet,” he whispered huskily, and she remembered then that the mirror behind her would have given him full view of what she had been doing.

It should have made her blush; it was one thing to have stood there, cumming at his request, it was another to be so horny that she would have used anything to pleasure herself. He withdrew from her mouth, taking just a single step back.

“Don't move,” he told her, cranking up the water pressure even more.

He watched for a moment as she moaned and writhed in pleasure, and then he was behind her, leaning her forward gently as she felt his fingers against her wet slit. He parted her lips, leaving her completely exposed and then moved her body, realigning her clit with the jet. She could see him in the mirror, staring intently at her open p***y, blazing fire in his eyes. And then the head of his c**k was pressed against her slit, teasing her. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he thrust forward hard, filling her up completely. She moaned as Nico began to plunge in and out, and the water pressure from the jet continued on her clit. She'd never had so many orgasms during s*x, never mind so close together. But she could feel it; already her body was almost there. When his hands came around her body to cup her t**s, his fingers pinching her n*****s a little more than playfully, it was more than she could take. Screaming, her p***y spasmed around him as yet another o****m shuddered through her body.

He withdrew then and Sarah went to move, but Nico's hands grasped her hips, realigning her clit with the jet. Exhausted, she didn't know how much more her body could take, but as the water hit her clit and she saw Nico's eyes watching her in the mirror, she felt her exhaustion give way to pleasure. He watched her for what felt like forever, but finally, his fingers were running back and forth along her wet slit. He plunged two fingers deep inside, moving in and out of her p***y slowly. A moment later, one finger left her wet slit, but she didn't have to wonder why for long. She could feel his p***y-slick finger pressing against her ass hole, and though she knew she should pull away, she couldn't. Somehow her body knew how good it would feel, and all it wanted to do was thrust back, driving his finger deep in her ass. Sarah fighting to remain still, Nico's finger pressed on, penetrating her ass slowly. It was an odd but incredible sensation, enhancing the stimulation at her clit tenfold. She did thrust back then, forcing him all the way in as his fingers worked in tandem to f**k her p***y and ass at the same time. His pace increased and without warning, she toppled over, cumming hard as she screamed, thrusting back hard against him once more.

He withdrew then, standing to turn off the shower as he reached down to help Sarah up. He lifted her, carrying her out to the bedroom. He lowered her down onto the bed, her legs dangling over the end as he moved in between her parted thighs. Thrusting forward, he filled her before pulling out slowly until only the tip of him remained inside her. He repeated the action, plunging in her again and again until she was moaning breathlessly, clawing at the bed. Once more and then he was gone, even the tip of him had left her warmth.

“Flip over, Sarah,” he told her, and she did, her stomach flat against the bed and her legs splayed wide, her feet just touching the floor.

His fingers were there again, running back and forth from her p***y to her ass, spreading her wetness as he moved. He leaned in then, his hands moving to part her cheeks as his c**k pressed against her ass. She knew again she should resist, but there was a part of her that was curious, and another part of her that wanted nothing more than to be as naughty and wanton as she could. And so, she kept still as he pressed forward gently, moving ever so slowly. It was a long moment before he had entered her completely and even then, he remained still, letting her body adjust and relax around him.

“Have you ever been f****d here, Sarah?” he leaned forward as he withdrew slowly to whisper in her ear.

“No,” she told him honestly, surprised she could find her voice right then.

She could tell by his groan and the shudder that ran through him, he liked knowing he was the first. He thrust forward slowly then and Sarah could feel the restraint radiating from him, forcing himself to take this first time slow. Gradually he increased his pace and as he did, his movements pressed her clit hard against the mattress edge, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through her. She gyrated her hips as he continued to f**k her ass to rub against the mattress, spurring on her o****m. She was almost there, and as she began to thrust back against him, forcing his c**k in deeper, Nico moved faster, thrusting harder now as her body responded. She screamed into the mattress as she felt the first ripples of her o****m course through her and Nico was quick to follow, shooting his load deep in her ass. He withdrew, turning Sarah around and pulling her into his arms.

He kissed her gently and she sighed contentedly. Pulling her along with him, he laid her down on the bed, pulling her against his chest. So exhausted, Sarah collapsed, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifted off to sleep right there in the middle of the afternoon, the sun blazing in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He followed not long after and the two slept for hours, awakening in the middle of the night only to start their naughty play all over again. By morning, Sarah was famished, but although she had spent more time during the night engaged in the most incredible s*x she could imagine, she awoke feeling rested and ready to start the day—or another lengthy pleasure session. But, before she could make a move, a knock sounded at the hotel suite's door. He was awake immediately, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and throwing on a pair of jeans as he hurried out to the door.

“Your cell phone's been going off like crazy, Mr. Rossi. I figured you might want it back,” she heard a man say. It must have been the valet from the night before.

Sarah sighed; Nico's cell phone ringing meant that he was about to leave. “So much for morning s*x,” she mused silently. Her suspicions were confirmed just a moment later as he returned, an apologetic look on his face. “I'm sorry, Sarah. I really didn't want to dash off like this, but I've got to go.”

She nodded, doing her best to appear understanding. After all, it wasn't like he was obligated to stick around indefinitely. He had responsibilities that extended beyond the realm of pleasuring a woman he'd only known a few days. But he was so damn good at it; what woman wouldn't want him to stick around a little longer? She stood, coming around the bed to meet him at the door. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him there just a moment longer as she kissed him with wanton fervor. She couldn't deny it was meant at least in part to remind him of what he'd be missing while he was away.

“I'll get cleaned up and head back to my suite while you're gone,” she offered, feeling a little uncomfortable hanging out in his hotel room while he was out.

“Stay,” he told her, his reasons evident in his heated gaze. “I won't be gone long.”

And, returning not more than a few hours later, they picked up right where they had left off, Nico cursing himself all the while for being too weak, too selfish to put an end to this fling. Each night, he determined to make it the last, to put an end to his involvement with Sarah, but every morning he found himself incapable of following through. He'd think of something new to do with her, somewhere he knew she'd love to see or something more he wanted to learn about her. But, in truth, it wouldn't matter if there was nowhere to go and nothing to do. More than two weeks after what was supposed to be a brief, one night encounter, he would have been perfectly content to sit on his sofa with Sarah wrapped in his arms—precisely his position at that particular moment.

He'd taken her to the Everglades earlier that day after finding her so enthralled with the animals at the nature center they'd visited a few days prior. They'd spent the entire day hiking in the Everglades. Sarah steered them toward a remote spot off the regular hiking trail for a mid-day picnic. Of course, they'd forgotten about the food and opted to get naked instead. It was the first time he'd had Sarah outside, and God she was incredible; the sun had shone through a break in the trees, streaming across her naked body. As much as he'd wanted to bury himself deep inside her, he'd remained frozen for a moment, watching mesmerized as the sunlight played across her skin.

Arriving home, Sarah had collapsed on the sofa and Nico had slid in next to her. She'd offered to go back to her suite if he had things to do or just needed a break, but he'd rejected the idea without a second thought. It didn't seem to matter how much time he spent with her, it never seemed to be enough. She stretched then, the action pressing her body more firmly against his, and it drew his attention back to the present.

“So, have you recuperated yet?” she asked teasingly, flipping over to straddle across his lap. “Or do you need something to help your muscles relax?” she continued, her hands moving to rub soothingly down the lengths of his arms. Remembering their lunch break at the Everglades, Sarah was already revved up and ready to go. He'd hovered above her, the sun reflecting off his naked flesh. He had looked like some sort of supreme being then. Not a saint or soft deity, but rather one of the mythical Greek gods, powerful and beautiful at the same time.

The fiery glint in his eyes told her he had more than recovered from their lengthy hike and was ready for whatever she had in mind. She grinned at him devilishly, expecting to seduce him into the bedroom, but that's when the tables seemed to turn. He was on his feet in seconds, Sarah caught up in his arms, and he made it to the bedroom in a flash. He suddenly seemed impatient, overwhelmed with arousal, lowering her to the ground while he tore off the tank top and shorts she'd worn on the hike. The fabric ripped beneath his fingers easily, falling to the floor as he yanked off his own clothing. He covered her body with his, pressing her down on the bed, and she gasped as she felt his rock hard c**k penetrate her slit, driving in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she adjusted to his girth quickly now, and she used her hold on him to meet his every thrust. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed fast, meeting her gaze, watching her intently as her o****m built quickly. Her body writhed, but she kept her eyes locked on his, finally toppling over the edge, cumming hard, never looking away.

Without leaving her slick warmth, he rolled then, taking her with him so that she sat on top. Her new position meant she was in control now, and she lowered herself onto his shaft slowly at first, sliding up and down over and over again, her pace increasing as she felt the stirrings of another o****m building. His hands came up to squeeze her bouncing t**s and her moans turned to screams as his fingers pinched her n*****s gently. The ride continued, Sarah doing her best to hold out just a little longer. But when Nico pulled her down hard against him, his tongue thrusting between her parted lips, she couldn't take any more, she screamed her pleasure against his lips as her p***y spasmed around his c**k. He thrust just once more, burying himself deep as he started to c*m, his o****m rocking through his body. Sarah stayed right where she was for a moment, not ready to feel empty just yet. But finally, she rolled off, snuggling up against his chest as she drifted off to sleep.

Nico didn't drift off quite so quickly, staring down at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. He should have ended this by now; he'd intended to. But he'd been stupid and selfish. Sarah's time in Boca Raton was nearly over, and the last thing he wanted to do was send her on her way. He wanted to keep her there or follow her across the country to Chicago. For the first time in his life, he wanted to see where this thing between them might lead. But, there was nowhere for it to go. He couldn't tell her what he really was; Sarah wasn't the type of woman who would stick around, turning a blind eye to his evil deeds. What would happen when she eventually figured out that he wasn't some upstanding businessman? What would it do to her to find out that the man she'd been with all this time was a myth? Truthfully, he didn't want her to become a part of his dark and twisted world. She deserved better.

And so, he had two days left. Two days to take in as much of Sarah as he could, and then she would be gone. Trying not to focus on their impending end, his fingers gently traced the outline of her face, committing every inch of her features to his memory. His eyes grew heavy and within moments he stopped resisting, allowing them to close as he drifted off to sleep.