He’s Not Yours

The good, the bad, and the even better.

Hawk carries me to his hotel room, freaking carries me! Like I weigh nothing. All my dignity has vanished as I unashamedly grind my core against the impressive bulge in his jeans. I feel out of control and almost feral, but right now I don’t care. I just want him, in every way possible, I want him with a fierce desperation like I’ve never wanted anything before. I know I should be questioning how a complete stranger has such an effect on me, but my mind is too consumed by him to give that much thought. He doesn’t let me go until he drops me onto the bed and steps back to look at me, his eyes roam my body with desire and I bite my bottom lip in anticipation, the movement catching his attention as he focuses on my mouth.

“Mine.” He says in a voice that’s more animalistic than human and its sexy as hell. The hungry, possessive look he is giving me is something that will live in my fantasies forever. He unbuckles his belt as he slowly advances on me, crawling up the bed and burying his head into my neck, trailing kisses down until he reaches the swell of my breasts. My fingers run through this dark hair as he pulls down my dress, exposing my n****e before his mouth pounces on it. He teases the small bud with his tongue and gently nibbles on it causing a moan to escape at the sensation. Little by little his hand descends lower, until it reaches my centre. He immediately finds my sensitive nub and taunts it through the thin lace of my underwear, provoking an involuntary gasp from me, the light touch almost sending me over the edge.

“Mmm, you’re a needy little thing aren’t you baby,” he says, rising to his knees and admiring my squirming as his fingers continue to brush over the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“I need to see you Derry, all of you, take off your dress before I rip it off,” he demands.

My dress is already bunched up around my waist so I sit up and pull it over my head before dropping back down onto the bed. The dress didn’t allow for a bra, so now I’m left in nothing but a black thong and my heeled shoes. This is so not me. I do not jump into bed with random men, and I’m certainly not this confident. I’m a lights off kind of girl.

“You’re f*****g perfect,” Hawk praises, snapping me out of my doubts. Feeling emboldened at his words I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and raise my hips as I push the fabric down to reveal my most intimate part.

“f**k,” he groans and hooks his arms under my legs and pulls me to the end of the bed, making me squeal in shock before he drops to his knees and delves his face in between my legs. I cry out at the delicious assault as he works his magical mouth and fingers on my body. My o****m builds rapidly and as I’m right on the edge of bliss, Hawk pulls away. I almost sob at the loss and open my mouth to protest.

“Shhh baby, you will c*m I promise, just not yet, I’m not done playing with you.” He soothes and begins playing with me again. I look down at him and somehow become impossibly more aroused at the sight of him watching in fascination at what he’s doing to me. Hawk curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot and making me writhe on the bed.

“You’re going to be a good girl and c*m for me now, aren’t you baby?” he demands. Pleasure flows through my body, intensifying until I can’t hold on any longer. My o****m hits me like an implosion and I scream out Hawks name as I float away on a cloud of euphoria.

“f*****g delicious, such a good girl,” I hear Hawk praising me, his words barely breaking through the haze of bliss.

The sound of his jeans zipper coming down sends a thrill of anticipation through me. I feel him nudge against my entrance and I hold my breath waiting for the breach. Finally he pushes forward, the intense pressure as he forces entrance making me moan. He makes a couple of short thrusts and I can tell he’s big and holding himself back, not wanting to hurt me.

“You’re going to take all of me aren’t you baby?” He asks and I hum in impatient agreement.

“I need your words, Derry,” he demands as he withdraws out completely and steps back.

“Huh,” I look up at him and catch a serious look in his eyes.

“I need you to agree Derry,” he says, his eyes flicking down. I follow his gaze and gasp when I see the size of his manhood he has fisted in his hand.

“Oh, crap,” the words spill from my mouth involuntarily, “I’m sorry, I mean, erm, that’s huge, I’m not sure I can…”

“Shh you can,” he interrupts gently. “Come here,” he holds out his hand to me. Kneeling up on the bed, I take a shaky breath and place my hand in his, he guides me to stroke him. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, judging his size compared to my hand. He’s definitely bigger than anything I’ve ever had or seen before and the doubts start to take over. What the hell am I doing? Why did I think I could do this? Share such an intimate moment with a stranger. But then I think of Simon and how he betrayed me. That thought fills me with angry determination.

“Are you ready to take me now little one?” I nod hesitantly and he raises an eyebrow at me reminding me he needs my words.

“Yes, I’ll try.” I confirm.

“Good girl.” He says before positioning himself between my legs and pushing forward. I tense at the burn as my body stretches to accommodate him.

"Relax baby, focus on your breathing." he coos. I let out a breath and force my muscles to relax. As I do, he pushes in with more ease. With my every inhale he drives a little deeper, leaving me time to adjust to his size before I take my next breath and giving me control of the pace. Each time I think I've reached my limit of how much I can take, he somehow manages to add more.

"You are doing so well. We are almost there. You're such a good girl for me." he encourages me until finally his hips press against me. I groan in part relief and part pleasure. The intense feeling of fullness has turned from uncomfortable to incredible. He starts to withdraw before pushing back in to the hilt.

"Look at you, taking all of me. You're doing such a good job baby, you feel so damn good," he groans and picks up his pace.

"Hawk." I cry out in blissful desperation. It's both too much and not enough at the same time. I feel completely out of control in the best way possible. He doesn’t stop until we both reach our c****x and collapse in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat.

“Rest a little baby, I am not done with you just yet.” He whispers with a kiss to my temple and I can only respond with a contented sigh.