Misguided Heart

Nineteen

Aston

We made it back to the hotel in record time. I don't know if Sloan was trying to get there quickly but either way, he managed it. The valet opened my door and I begrudgingly stepped out. I really wasn't ready for this night to be over and part of me knew that Sloan and I spending the night together was asking a little much at this point.

He hadn't said a word the whole car ride back and I worried that I had done something wrong. When he didn't grab my hand as we started walking towards the elevator, I knew better than to hold my breath for another night with him.

I wanted to apologize. I wanted to explain my actions but the look on his face told me not to. The elevator ride felt as though it took forever. When the doors finally chimed open, I let out a sigh of relief. The tension in the air was palpable. Sloan slipped the hotel room key in the slot and held it open for me to walk in first.

“How much do you like your dress?”

He had been silent the whole time since we left the non-wedding, I wasn't sure I heard him. “What?” I turned just as his fingers slipped in between my skin and my dress. He paused once his fingers were in place and stared straight into my eyes.

“How much do you like your dress?”

I was confused by his question, but answered him anyway. “I like it, I guess. Why?”

Before the why could come out of my mouth, his fingers pulled down with strength greater than God. My dress ripped and split in two around my body. I looked up at him, wondering what the hell he was doing? This was the last thing I had expected when we stepped out of that elevator.

“Sloan? What are you doing?”

“Shh. I know what I said earlier, but I have to have you, now!” His hands gripped at the fabric between them and pulled hard. The rest of it fell to my feet, pooling on the floor. When I heard him let out a gasp, I knew he had seen the matching lingerie I was wearing. “Are you okay with this? I'll only ask once.”

I nodded my head and felt myself being picked up off of the ground, after he had discarded his shirt onto the floor. My legs were wrapped around his now naked waist and his lips were against my neck. I wanted to over think the situation, I wanted to know where this was going, but the smarter half of me let it go. I let my head fall back in ecstasy. I let his mouth roam over every inch of my body, before he laid me down on the bed. I didn't know what sex was like with him in a bed yet, and I was yearning to find out.

As I lay sprawled out across the mattress, he stood at the foot of the bed unbuttoning his pants. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him. His eyes were smoldering and didn't leave mine for a second. I watched as he crawled up my body and up the bed. His mouth explored every inch of me before he settled on my mouth. This kiss was different than the others. His mouth moved slow and deliberate against mine.

When his tongue skimmed my bottom lip, I opened my mouth craving the taste of him. I was pleasantly surprised when he lay down next to me without moving his mouth away from mine.

God, I didn't want to want this man. There were so many reasons to why this shouldn't happen, but I couldn't think of a single one at the moment. I was engrossed in his mouth and what it was making my body feel. I slid my hands up around the back of his neck, trying to get as close as our position would allow. I finally shut off my mind from its over analyzing and let myself fall, hard.

I dropped my hands wanting to explore everything this man had to offer. He still had on his boxer briefs but they weren't a challenge for my nimble hands. I pushed my hands past his waistband and was immediately met with his rock hard erection. I gripped his length in my hand and slowly began stroking it. A small moan vibrated through his chest and my panties were instantly wet.

For reasons I couldn't explain, I needed to have him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, all of him. I flipped myself on top of him, straddling his long muscular legs. I licked my lips in anticipation and began sprinkling feather like kisses down his chest, making my way down to his navel. When I reached the waistband of his underwear I dipped my tongue just below the waistband and licked a line all the way across his lower abdomen.

I slipped my finger into the band and pulled his underwear down to his ankles, springing his erection free.

His dick was amazing, in length and girth. I couldn't wait to have this man in my mouth any longer. I pulled on his dick bringing it up to the tip of my tongue. I swirled and licked, just like a lollipop. With one last swirl of my tongue, I took his length into my wanting mouth. I sucked slowly at first but found myself clutching onto the base of him and picking up the pace. His hands reached for the back of my head and started playing with my hair. His eyes were locked on my hands and my mouth. As I felt him get closer, I picked up the pace even more, but I was stopped just when I knew he was ready to explode.

When I lifted my head up, he was shaking his. I knew what he wanted and I was all too willing to give it to him. His hands wrapped tightly around my biceps, pulling me up and underneath him. He pushed my legs open, preparing for what was going to go down in history as the best sex of my life. His head dipped down low enough to lick my * a few times before sitting back up. He was sitting back on his heels, taking in my almost naked form below him. I reached around my back to undo my bra, but he shook his head no. I happily obliged and lay back down. I stared at every facet of this gorgeous man between my legs. His full sleeve tattoo was stretched over his taut muscles, making me wetter than I had already been. I could feel the tip of his dick at my entrance and I could have come right then, but tried to hold out until he was inside of me. His hands reached down and positioned the head at my entrance.

Without warning or hesitation, he was instantly slamming inside of me. I cried out in pleasure and maybe a little bit of pain. Once he started moving, the pain dissipated as the pleasure intensified. He started out rocking his hips slow but quickly picked up the pace. I knew I liked it rough, when I suddenly wondered if he had figured out the same thing. He pulled my legs up and over one if his shoulders and he filled me with his length. The pumping became more vigorous and in the position I was in, my orgasm was steadily creeping up inside of me. I whispered “harder,” only once, and then he was off. My body shattered and shook around him as I rode out the wave of my release. Just when I thought he was going to be right behind me, he suddenly removed himself. I looked at him with a perplexed expression. Was he really done?

Just then he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up and into him. Before I could react, he was entering me again. He stayed at a pretty decent pace before finally reaching around me and circling my hard sensitive nub. I screamed his name as my second orgasm racked through my body. His hips pushed against me harder this time and much faster than before. His hand fisted in the back of my hair and he gave it a small tug. That was my weak spot and now he knew it. His grip tightened around my hair and I could feel him getting closer. With one hand circling my * and the other pulling my hair, I couldn't keep my next orgasm at bay. Just as I pushed my legs closer together as I was about to come, we both cried out into the dark room.

Instead of pulling out of me, he laid his sweat-covered body against my back. I reached around to touch him, but thought better of it, after the conversation we had earlier played through my mind. Even if I wanted some sort of relationship, he had made it pretty clear that he did not. I tucked my hands under my chin and tried to even out my erratic breathing.

A few minutes later, he was pulling out from between my legs and then he disappeared into the bathroom. I swear this man was more confusing than a woman, or was he? He told me he didn't expect anything more and basically that he was fine with just having sex with me.

Add another a*shole to the list.

I slipped out of the bed and dressed in my sleep shorts and matching shirt before climbing back underneath the covers. I'm not sure how long Sloan had been in the bathroom, but I could feel my eyelids getting heavier by the minute. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep before he made it to bed; either that or I don't remember him coming to bed. Either way, when I woke up the next morning he was gone.