Room 143

Chapter 5

Caroline

Never in my life have I felt desire for another person like I feel for the man sitting in front of me. I’m not able to put my finger on why. Perhaps I feel how difficult the past few years have been for him, just by being around him. He carries an aura of sadness that would make any woman want to fix him. Maybe it’s because he’s such a good-looking guy who has a crooked grin? I don’t know exactly what it is that makes me trust him, turns me on, or has me throwing all good sense out the window. The only other time I’ve done that, is deciding to move here. So far it’s been a great decision, it stands to reason this should be one too.

He struggled with the monumental decision on whether he wanted to go through with letting another person into his life, I could tell. This hasn’t been an easy couple of hours for him, but now that he’s committed to it, he’s giving me his all. Once the decision was made, he went with it, blew my mind, and blew his load.

We’re standing in the bedroom, taking off our clothes, while we stare at each other. He’s lean, but strong, so damn strong. I think he’s got an eight-pack, whereas most men think a six is the standard. There’s something about this man that tells me standard is the jumping off point for him. He does everything better than anyone else. Proficient is probably his favorite word in the dictionary.

“Don’t take it off.” His voice is deep, sexy, dark, as I reach around to take off the hot pink bra. I’d giggled when I put it on, thinking the dark dress held some very colorful lingerie underneath.

“You wanna do it?” I raise an eyebrow at him. He’s removed all his clothing, and the only thing left on me is the bra and a tiny thong that leaves hardly anything to the imagination. Good thing I’m a waxer, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to wear any of Taylor’s stuff.

His blue eyes meet mine across the short distance we’re standing apart. His tongue licks the full bottom lip that’s caught my eye since I saw him standing in the middle of the living area. I wonder what that bottom lip will feel like wrapped around my tight n*****s.

“Yeah.” He nods, starting to advance on me. “I do.”

“Whatever you want.” The words are breathless as they materialize in the air between us and I realize I mean them. I want pleasure, but the pleasure is going to come from pleasing him.

As he continues his advancement, I retreat, until I can’t any longer. The wall prevents me from going any farther. “Trying to get away?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “Just enjoying the chase.”

His lips lift in the smart-ass grin I saw on the picture in the folder and I answer him back with one of my own. Grasping my wrists in one of his hands, he pushes them up over my head, causing my back to bow, my t**s to thrust out toward him. With his free hand, he pulls down one side of the scalloped lace edge, popping one my n*****s free from its confines.

“I thought maybe dark, almost a brown color, when I first saw you,” he mumbles as his eyes take in my flesh. “Not gonna lie. I’m surprised it’s more pink than brown. Wonder if it gets red with some attention paid to it?”

When his head bends and he takes the nub he’s been talking about between his teeth, my gasp is audible in the room. The sharp edges worry against the tight flesh, before he uses the flat of his tongue to soothe the burn. I can feel it all over my body. My core is attached to my n****e, pulling as tight as the flesh does every time he drags it into his mouth and sucks with abandon. When he releases it with a pop of his lips, I feel that too. It’s a frustration I’m dying to get rid of.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he questions me, the same way I questioned him. His stance now is one of a man with confidence in his abilities, which warms a place in my chest. I’m proud of him, even if this doesn’t go all the way. I’m proud of how far he’s come (no pun intended).

“Your fingers.” I’m able to form the words, push them out against the haze that’s clouding my judgement. “I need something inside of me, and if you aren’t ready to suit up and shove it in, then give me something comparable.”

He chuckles darkly against my throat, where he’s moved his face up to, nipping at the tendons pulled tight with tension. “You think that’s comparable?”

“I don’t know.” I flirt the best I can in this situation. “I’ve never been f*cked by you, so we’ll see.” I’m proud of the way I sound so confident. If anyone asked him, hopefully he’ll say I’m a professional, but more than anything, I want the physical closeness. I want to know what it’s like to be held by a man, to feel the press of warmth inside me, rather than the invasion of plastic.

Those words seem to set off something inside of him. He pulls my arms from against the wall, and hauls me over to the bed. His fingers pull at the laces of my panties, and he leans over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom off of it. I watch as his hands shake as he puts it on.

“I’m sorry if I don’t last long,” he apologizes as he squeezes the tip and rolls it up his length. “I’ll make it good for you, though.”

Somehow, I have no doubt in my mind he’s telling me the truth. I grip his shoulders as he layers his body over mine, hitching my knees up around his waist. The push home is difficult because I’m so tight, but once he’s there, it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

“So tight, Taylor.” He leans down, pushing his arms out around my ears, going to work on my neck. “Can’t believe how tight you are.”

Taylor probably isn’t as tight as I am, and I’m struggling to take his girth as he withdraws and pushes back in, but on the third trip, something feels different as he’s able to push deeper. I moan loudly in my throat as his c*ck goes all the way in. Pulling my knees farther up, I tilt my pelvis to give a better angle and we both moan at the feel of it.

“Feels so f*cking good,” he breathes out against my neck. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Yeah.” I nod, it feels amazing. “So full, so deep. Go faster, harder,” I beg him, because I need more of everything to be able to come.

“You sure?”

I grab his ass in between my fingers and pull him home, grinding against him as I push him closer with my feet. “Yes! Now f*ck me like you mean it.”

The words snap a restraint he had on himself, and maybe one I had on me too. He’s wild as he slams into my body, and I’m just as wild as I let him. My fingers are trailing for any amount of flesh of his I can touch as he levers himself up off my body, puts his feet on the floor, before tilting my ass and bringing his hands to my hips to start a rhythm I didn’t even know existed. There’s a slap, slap, slap between us that should be vulgar, but it’s making me wetter, because I know we’re doing something for each other that no one else has been able to do for us.

“I don’t know if I can hold back.”

I don’t want him to hold back; I want him to feel this orgasm from the top of his head to the base of his spine, out the heels of his feet. So I take on of the hands he has on my ass, and pull it around to where our bodies are joined. Helping him take one finger, I show him what it takes to get me off, instructing without making a sound. He knows exactly when he hits the right spot because the slide of his c*ck is easier into my body.

“F*ck, Taylor.” His voice is guttural, as he screams the name of the woman who should be here with him, but isn’t. His speed increases so that every time he thrusts, he’s hitting his hand, pushing against my clit. Once, twice, three times I feel it, and the third time the orgasm breaks loose. I come so hard I see stars. I come so hard I almost miss him throwing his head back on his shoulders, the tendons tight in his neck, and the lethal growl he lets loose with as I feel him come into the piece of latex that separates us.

“Oh my God,” he pants as he reaches down, holding the condom at the base, and pulls out from my body.

I gasp. The tissues are swollen and abused, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This was everything I wanted out of this night. I got what I came for, he got what he came for. Monday morning I can start my life over, and do it with a smile on my face. I have the same hope for him.