Strangers.
Two complete strangers. It defies reason that our joining could be this intoxicating. This whole situation defies me. Taking my chin to my shoulder, I look behind me, out of the window. The city below is alive with lights, people going about their business. And I’m up high above them all, pinned against this window with a stranger’s cock buried inside me.
“Are you okay?” His soft question prompts me to ask myself the very same thing, because I think the mind I’ve lost has gone forever.
And I’m totally okay with it.
I grind down in answer, making him jerk on a whimper. So I go again, building up the friction as much as I can without Jack moving.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, dragging his face from my neck.
His gray eyes land on me. Sparks erupt. More desire floods me. My world starts to spin out of control. He watches me as he draws back, slow, sure, and carefully, and when he pauses, only the tip of his cock inside me, I pull in breath and hold it, bracing myself.
He pounds forward, and I cry out. Jack grunts and the momentum is set—no more waiting, no more conscience, no more doubts. He thrusts hard, hitting me again and again, adding the odd deep grind here and there so as to never let me guess what’s coming next. My cries of pleasure are on loop, our sweat is mingling, and his hands around mine are locked tightly, keeping my arms ramrod straight above my head. It’s insane. It’s crazy, raw, carnal fucking, and it’s making me wonder amid the intoxicating feelings if one night of this passion and these feelings will be enough. I’m vehemently holding back, not wanting this to end just yet. I can only hope Jack feels the same.
“Fuck!” he shouts, releasing my hands and cupping my arse, peeling me away from the window and turning. He carries me across the room and holds me with one arm under my bum as he swipes the contents of the desk from the surface, then lowers me onto the hard wood, coming down with me so not to break our connection. I yelp, squirming across the polished wood as he jacks me forward and rises to standing, taking hold of my thighs. My hands go above my head and grip the edge of the desk.
His teeth clench as he withdraws, his head dropping back but his eyes remaining on mine. He yanks me up and down the desk, our sweaty skins slapping, our shouts and cries of pleasure loud and chaotic.
Yet I still hold back on letting the looming orgasm claim me.
The desk is creaking under the force, and just when I think it might give under the strain, his arm slides under my back and pulls me up. The front of my body crashes with his, and my shout is loud. I cling to him as he takes reverse steps and then falls to his back on the bed with me straddling him. “Fuck me, Annie,” he demands, his voice like gravel, full of hunger and sex. “Fuck me hard.”
I don’t delay. I’ve had my order. My hips kick in and I rock back and forth, my palms braced into the hardness of his chest. His fingers claw into my thighs, his face strained. “Oh shit,” he groans, his hips now flexing up and meeting my rhythm.
The sight of him, the effect I’m having on him, is addictive. I’m spent but energized, my body doing things without thought. Then I’m moving again. His stomach muscles tense and he sits up, edging us to the side of the bed with me on his lap. He guides my legs behind his back so I’m wrapped around him, and his hands find my hips, lifting and then pulling me back down precisely on an exhale of shaky breath.
I yelp, the new position sending him so deep. My head goes limp, but I refuse to lose his gaze as he guides me ferociously, slamming me down onto his lap repeatedly. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to fight off my release. He’s challenging me on so many levels. “Jack,” I gasp, my head falling forward, our foreheads meeting.
He senses my struggle and flips me around, taking me to my back and re-entering quickly. I scream. He roars. I’m in pieces, almost frightened by the potential of the orgasm that’s going to strike me. It’s going to be powerful. He comes down to his forearms, my thighs clamp around his waist, and he takes us on that final stretch toward explosion.
He nods, and I nod right back. He looks in pain as he takes the last few strokes, his face twisting, as I’m sure mine is. The veins in his neck bulge, his cock swells, and I’m shoved over the edge, screaming as the nerves in my clitoris explode.
My world goes blank, my body lax, and Jack collapses on top of me, pinning me to the mattress as we both splutter and gasp for breath. And, as if it’s instinctive, my arms come up around his back and hold him to me, pulling his heavy body closer while we ride the waves of pleasure ripping through our bodies. His chest is rolling atop mine and his skin’s wet under my hands on his back.
Opening my eyes, I look up to the ceiling of the hotel room, my hearing fuzzy with the sounds of our breathlessness. Jack is breathtaking in more ways than one.
The silence is comfortable; neither of us is in a rush to break it, and I begin to wonder if he’s doing what I’m doing right now. Is he trying to fathom what just happened? Is he quietly trying to wrap his mind around the extreme madness of the incredible moment we just shared? My thoughts begin to race as I absentmindedly trace small circles across his back.
I’m interrupted when he chuckles softly, squirming above me. Despite myself, I smile. “You ticklish?”
He lifts his torso on a shudder and looks down at me. His eyes. God, his eyes are sparkling madly. “Not usually. But your touch seems to do things to me.”
I hold back from telling him that the feeling is mutual, though I sense he sees it in my eyes when he reaches up to my face and draws a perfect line down my cheek to my chin, smiling as he does. He looks thoughtful, and I’m desperate to know what his thoughts are. “Architect Annie,” he murmurs, casting his gaze to mine. “I’m glad I didn’t carry on walking home.” He dips and pushes a sweet kiss onto my lips, stealing my breath once again. “You’ve been a welcome distraction from real life.”
I fall into the pace of his kiss, and gladly let him distract me from life as I know it, too.
Just for tonight.
Chapter 4
The texture of the sheets beneath me is unfamiliar. So is the smell of the cotton. I feel my muscles pull as I go to roll over, and I moan, aching everywhere as I blink my eyes open sleepily. I frown, then quickly wince as I move again, trying to sit up. Where the hell am I?
A deep, sleepy inhale penetrates my confusion, and I glance down, seeing the full, naked length of a man’s body. I study the expanse of his lean muscles, working my way up to his stunning face.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. Such a gorgeous face, rough with scruff, his lashes long. His lips are slightly parted, and one perfect, thick arm extends above his head, draped across the white pillow.
Jack.