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Monterey

“I feel like our relationship was ripped away from us. We never got to fully explore it,” Thad says as he spins me around the dance floor.

I roll my eyes. “It’s because you were too busy exploring other women.”

He hugs me closer. “Monterey, I’ve learned from my past mistakes.”

“What did you learn? How not to get caught?”

“You hurt me.” His voice is steady like he rehearsed this speech in the mirror before reciting it back to me.

“I’m engaged, Thad. And I’m happy.” He doesn’t need to know that it’s all fake. Or that maybe a small part of me wishes it were real. As real as the connection between us is.

A small part.

Ok, maybe it’s a bit bigger than small. Make sense?

Good.

My head’s a mess. Even though every cell in my body vibrates with want every time Danger is near, I’m hesitant.

I don’t want a repeat of what Thad put me through. I’ve built walls since Thad did what he did, and even though I want to destroy the walls I have in place, I don’t know how. I don’t have the ammunition to get rid of them.

So they stay, cemented against my heart. An unbreakable barrier I don’t think I’ll ever be able to remove.

“Mind if I cut in with my fiancée?” Danger’s deep, husky voice asks from behind me.

I turn my head, and my eyes slam into his. I’m already letting go of Thad’s clammy hands, because there’s nobody I want touching me more than Danger in this moment.

Thad fades away. Actually I’m not even paying attention. My sole focus is on Danger, and Danger alone.

For the first time in a long time he looks almost happy. No, that’s not the right word. Like he’s hopeful.

“How did it go with Rayna and Cole?” I ask him once I’m sure Thad is no longer anywhere near us.

Danger doesn’t say anything but just pulls me closer, snuggling his nose into my hair. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Tingles race up my spine and I don’t say anything, not wanting to ruin this moment with any words. I let Danger lead me around on the dance floor.

I don’t ask any questions about what they spoke about because it’s none of my business.

And I don’t want to break this trust Danger is beginning to feel toward me. Maybe I can’t bring my own walls down for him, but maybe just maybe I can penetrate the walls he has constructed around his past.

He kisses the shell of my ear, his hot breath fanning against my heated skin. “Let’s get out of here,” he says, but he doesn’t give me time to answer because he’s already leading me toward the exit.

The room swirls into a mass of blended colors, and I can’t really focus on any one thing. Except his hand, holding mine so tight as we rush from the gala as if the world’s on fire.

He jabs his thumb against the button of the elevator, and when the doors ping open, I laugh when he rushes me inside.

“We have all night,” I tell him, finding his sense of urgency endearing.

“I won’t be able to last one more second if I don’t get my mouth on you.”

My heart pounds with my approval and I feel the first crack of my walls. Once so sturdy, they now feel so vulnerable with the raise of his brow. “Where do your lips want to be?”

He steps forward, resting his hand on my hip. “All over your body.”

“But you’ll only be able to last a second or two.” I laugh, bringing back his earlier words about not being able to last.

“I can go all night. And another thing I can do,” I blink at him, “I can get you to come all night from the use of my tongue.” His cocky grin turns me on, but he has my heart pounding inside my chest.

The elevator pings, and we rush to the room. “Impossible. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex.”

He steps closer, draining all the air from the hotel room. “Want me to prove it?”

My body is intrigued and I stare into his deep, dark eyes wondering what it would be like to have multiple orgasms with him. Wondering if my body would like it as much as I think it would.

He waits for my answer, his breathing heavy and I can’t stop staring at the curve of his lips. The way he possesses me even now.

When we were on the dance floor earlier, his hands holding me close, there was nothing more that I wanted than his lips on me.

I decide to call his bluff, lowering my zipper of my dress as he licks his lips. “I only have one rule.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t hurt me.”

“Never.” He steps closer. “I have one rule, too.”

“Oh yeah.” I lift an eyebrow as I let the dress slip to the floor. His eyes widen in appreciation and he fists his hands at his sides.

“You’ll do as I say tonight.”

My heart stops, and I stare at him. “What do you mean?”

He steps closer, his eyes roaming freely over my body, like he’s never seen a half-naked woman before. “You’ll do exactly what I say.”

I feel so exposed right now, standing here in my black lace bra and panty set. And then I do something I’ll probably regret, I say, “Ok.”

His grin is slow as it spreads across his face. “Your body is a work of art.” He cups one full breast in his hand and gives it a little squeeze, like he’s testing to see if I smack him. Or worse yet, put a full stop to this little arrangement.

But I stand my ground, and let him get his fill. He moves over to the other one and brings his mouth down, over my bra, and sinks his teeth into me. And in a quick second he’s unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of my dress.

He admires my breasts, staring a beat too long at them before he repeats his actions. Cupping one, and then the other, and then bringing his mouth down over each nipple one at a time. Like he’s never in his life seen a pair. But his touch is definitely experienced.

He runs his hands along my side, and ah it’s too slow. My blood boils as he sets fire to my skin with each touch.

“Take your panties off and lie on the bed.”

Normally I’d have some smart comeback like ‘why don’t you do it for me’ but his eyes tell me this wasn’t a request but an order.

And in this moment I do as he says, wondering if I should leave this room altogether, but my curiosity wins out, and I climb onto the bed, removing my panties along the way.

His eyes watch me with such need, such hunger. I don’t think any man has ever devoured me with their eyes before. Not like he is. It prickles my skin and my heart beat amps up.

“Spread your legs for me.” He removes his shirt and I stare at the muscles stacked on top of muscles. He unzips his jeans, lowering them. “Do it,” he reminds me.

I have to say I’m nervous, my body tingles in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve always had sex with the lights off, under covers, with no man seeing me. No man looking directly at me.

No man has ever studied me the way Danger studies me now. It’s a little too much to handle, but I do as he says, slowly, unsure of myself.

He strains his neck to the side, letting it crack as his eyes widen at the sight of me. “I knew you’d be perfect.” His voice is different, lower, breathier. It turns me on even more, and he smiles when he sees the evidence.

I want to press my thighs together, alleviate the throbbing ache between my legs, but I keep my eyes trained on him as he licks his lips.

His earlier words he’d said to me repeating over and over in my mind, ‘You can’t handle me.’ Words I once thought were nothing more than arrogance, I now realize hold a measure of truth. I don’t think I will be able to handle him.

He’s overpowering this large hotel suite, shrinking it in size with each breath he takes. With each stare over my body.

He grabs my ankle, yanking me further down the bed, closer to the edge and smiles. “When I’m done with you you’ll need me to carry you. And I will.”

My breath catches in my throat, and no sassy comeback comes to mind. No, ‘you wish’, or ‘sure thing.’ Because in this moment, his eyes searing straight through me, I believe him.

He climbs the bed, removing his boxers before he does and I take in the sight of him. The pure beauty of him.

The length of him, how ramrod straight and big he is. How hard he is.

How just by staring at me he’s gotten this way. How I’m affecting him just like he’s affecting me.

He lowers his mouth to my thigh, licking along my heated skin, making my hips instinctively flex off the bed. He holds me down, moving his tongue over my sex, licking a path over my wetness. “I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you.”

I hope I am too.

He licks the same path again, and then centers his tongue over my clit, sucking, nibbling, and applying just the right amount of pressure. My body comes alive at his touch, and I hate to admit how close I am to falling over the edge right now. How close I am to an orgasm. I think I’ve been so close, needing him to get me there since the moment I met him. Since the chemistry between us exploded the first night he touched me.

He licks a path over my skin, from my clit to my ass and back up again, and then he uses his fingers. And I close my eyes, sinking into the mattress further, trying my best to hold out. Wanting this not to stop.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, and he keeps working me over again and again.

He doesn’t stop until the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me, and I try to regain my breathing. He doesn’t stop as my orgasm continues on still, and I ride it out, his tongue working my clit like he owns it, his fingers deep inside me.

As soon as I’m done he props up on an elbow. “I want more,” he says, and I give him a lazy smile.

“Danger,” before I can say any more, or explain to him how I’ve never come twice in a row his mouth is back between my thighs, his finger rubbing over my clit, his tongue working just beyond.

It’s sensitive and I try to close my legs, the power of his finger too much over my tender flesh. He keeps going, like he has something to prove. He yanks my legs apart, pinning them down as he gets a little rougher with my body. He licks and licks and I can’t control my moans of pleasure any longer. He’s in complete control and another orgasm peaks. It’s coming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but just ride it out.

His tongue doesn’t let up as I squeeze my eyes shut, the pure power behind this orgasm hitting me square in the chest like a ton of bricks. “Danger, oh god, please,” I can’t even make sense of my words. I can’t make sense of anything as my orgasm clobbers through me.

I try to get control of my breathing once more, and Danger smiles against my skin.

He lifts up, his thumb lazily rubbing over my clit, letting me calm down just a bit before his eyes glint with a bit of lightning. “More,” he breathes out, like he can barely contain himself. “More,” he says again and I shake my head from side to side.

“No, I have no more to give.” My body is spent after two orgasms, but Danger just smiles down on me.

“You have plenty to give me, and I’m here to take it all.” He slams his mouth down over my pussy again, licking a completely different path this time, pulling the bundle of nerves between his lips, humming along it and making my body come alive once again. This time he works much faster, works harder, trying his best to get me to that precipice once again. But, I don’t think I have it in me, until the moment that I can feel the orgasm cresting beyond the horizon. This can’t be happening again.

He works my body. Over and over. A sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin and I give into another orgasm, and then another.

Danger no longer gives me the moment in between each orgasm to cool off, no instead he’s like a man possessed, working me up, higher and higher. I can’t stop coming, and my body aches with exhaustion.

What is he doing to me? How long can he keep this up?

He keeps eating me out, until I’m no longer sure what time it is, or even what day it is. Danger works my clit, bringing me alive again and again. I don’t know how my body is still reacting to him.

I can’t even remember how many orgasms I’ve given him at this point all I know is I can barely hold on much longer. No man has ever done this to me before. And this is no longer for my pleasure. Does he have something to prove?

Is this some sick game?

A tear escapes my eye and then another falls quickly behind it. “Danger,” I cry out, my body and soul completely vulnerable to him, and he stops, getting up to his knees.

“Oh Monterey, you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight. I need just one more.”

“I can’t,” I whine.

“You can and you will.” He moves one hand to my clit, his thumb rubbing over my skin, and in the other hand he fists his dick, tugging it right before my very eyes. “One more, and then I’ll hold you all night long.”

Another tear falls from my eyes, and I feel more exposed to him than I’ve ever even felt by myself.

He pulls on his dick, running his thumb over the bead of precum escaping the tip and I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. A pulse begins low in my clit, and the need arises once again. As if he can read my mind he smiles down on me. “One day you’ll have this in your mouth.” And he continues stroking himself as he strokes me too.

He picks up speed with both, and before I know it I’m coming undone once again, calling out his name.

His eyes pierce me as he doesn’t stop working his own dick, and then he moves up my body. “Oh fuck, Monterey, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts out, his dick pulsing between his fingers. He shoots his release on my stomach.

And I watch as his eyes close tight, his body moving as his dick continues coming all over me. My legs fall to the side, my body completely spent.

And the moment Danger opens his eyes my whole world crashes down around me. “Why did you do this to me?” I ask, sitting up just a bit.

He climbs off the bed, throwing his boxers back on as he makes his way over to the en suite bathroom.