Page 11 of The Lies Always Told (Baker Oaks #4)

We make it to my room, a cool blast of air rushing out of the dark room as I open the door. The room is sixty-five degrees, just how I like it. I have a hard time regulating my temperature sometimes, and I sweat more often than not, but I notice Nellie lifting her hands to her arms immediately.

“I can adjust the temperature so it’s warmer here.” I offer her a smile.

She returns it easily. “Or we can cuddle, and you can warm me up.” She walks in, making herself at home, and stands by the window.

This hotel has a floor-to-ceiling window facing the impressive atrium.

The indoor garden provides guests with a view no matter the weather.

It’s perfect, and every time I travel, I try to find something like this.

It eases my mind. Plants have always had that effect, but feeling like I’m in a tropical paradise, like my home country, without my skin melting from the heat is the best of both worlds.

We’re on the fourth floor, it’s close enough to see everything but high up enough to give us some privacy, as long as nobody looks this way.

Nellie stands with her hands on the window, looking out into the atrium.

I take my keys and wallet out of my pockets and set them on the nightstand as I get out my phone and search through my music to play my favorite song.

Her body tenses as soon as the song starts, but she doesn’t turn around to face me.

I walk slowly behind her until my hands slide over her hips, and I capture them, digging my fingers into her flesh.

I pull her flush to my body, and her breath hitches, her eyes never leaving the atrium, not even when I whisper the same phrase I sang for her that night at the club.

“That’s the song,” she whispers, closing her eyes and matching my movements with her body. I hum, my lips on the shell of her ear. “Are you trying for a do-over?” Jackpot.

“Are you a mind reader, Nellie?” My hands wander under her blouse, her soft skin the perfect contrast to my rough hands.

She has some sort of tight top on under her blouse in lieu of a bra that I carefully pull up.

Now, there’s nothing between her perfect breasts and my fingertips.

When I brush against her nipples, she hisses and grinds against me harder.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Yes, you like this, or yes, you can read my mind?”

“Both,” she says between a gasp and a moan when I lick the curve of her neck before sucking and kissing gently.

“What am I thinking now?” I ask as I suck her earlobe between my teeth.

“That you’d like to fuck me against this window.” Wrong. I would like nothing more than to fuck her as far away as possible from the window, but her eyes won’t leave the space in front of us, telling me she likes this.

“Do you want that, Nellie? Do you want me to make you shiver under my hands right here, where anyone can see?”

“Yes.” I turn her around so her back is against the window, her eyes full of fire and desire when they meet mine.

“Let me undress you.” I hold her gaze, waiting for her to say yes, and when she nods, I follow through, but not before kissing her.

The feel of her lips on mine is something words cannot describe, or at least not any words I have in my vocabulary.

I pull her shirt off, leaving her in the tight jeans and nothing else.

Her perfect, perky breasts out in the open, her peachy nipples hard and ready for attention.

She takes her shoes off and tries to unbutton her jeans, but my hands quickly replace hers. My job, Nellie. My job.

I pull her jeans down slowly, taking my time to drag my nose down her body, wanting to find out if she smells the same way everywhere, and she does. “Fuck, Nellie. I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you smell.”

She lifts her legs, stepping out of jeans and panties, and I toss them aside. She stands still, her legs spread wide, and her pussy right in front of me.

“Well, are you going to?” she asks, and when I look up at her, she looks like a goddess. This is the moment I know I’m fucked.

“Am I going to what?”

“Taste and find out.” Fucked, completely and utterly fucked.

She widens her stance a tad more as I move my hands to the back of her legs, sliding them up from her calf all the way to her ass. Taking my time, I hover my mouth over her pussy, licking her once and holding her in place when her knees buckle.

I do it again, but this time, her hands land on my head, keeping it in place.

Greedy. I like it. I lick and suck, loving how sweet she tastes.

She bucks her hips against my face, and with her hands, she pulls me closer, even if it’s not possible.

She sure as hell tries, taking the friction she needs while she silently rolls her hips.

I won’t stop, relentless as I take, take, and take everything she’s willing to give me.

Every drop is mine. Every gasp is mine. Every goosebump, every shake of her legs, all of it mine, and I’m taking it.

My hands hold her ass hard, and with a suck of her clit into my mouth, she shakes under my hold, dropping her head back, hitting the window.

I lick until she’s limp in my arms and pepper kisses up her body.

I kiss her hip, her delicate belly button, and then the three black dots between her breasts.

I lick and kiss under her right breast, cupping it in my hand, taking her nipple in my mouth.

She tenses under my touch, but again, no sounds. I climb up her body, holding her tight, and kiss her gently, letting her taste herself on my lips. “Are you okay?” I ask, letting go of her mouth.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You went quiet on me,” I say, pushing her glasses up her nose and moving a loose piece of hair from the ponytail.

“I’m not a screamer,” she sasses back, challenging me with her eyes.

“I bet you’d scream for me,” I mutter, turning her back to face the window and widening her stance with my foot.

“It’s never happened,” she replies, her voice low and sensual.

“I like a challenge.” I twist her ponytail in my hand and tug her head back, giving me more access to her neck, which I kiss softly. She hums, and I pull harder, testing the waters.

“And I don’t like it slow.”

“So demanding,” I whisper against her ear as I pull out the condom I keep in my pocket and unbuckle my jeans, letting them drop to my ankles.

“I will demand. I want to feel good too,” she says. I really like how assertive she is. I like that she doesn’t hold back and tells me exactly how she likes it.

“I’m a good student, Nellie. Let me learn your body.

” I slide the condom on and hold her hips, tilting them back and taking the access the position grants me to fuck her from behind.

I slide my fingers into her pussy, finding her wetter than I thought she’d be.

Her perfect ass is on display, her pussy red, swollen, and wet, ready for me. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

She gasps and rolls her hips against my fingers, but I don’t sink them in again. I spread her arousal all over, touching her clit with my soaked fingers, teasing her some more.

“Gus,” she whispers, trying to add more fiction and chasing my fingers with every move.

“Talk to me. What do you want?”

“I want to come again.”

“How, Nellie? How do you want to come? All over my face? With my fingers buried deep inside you? Or with my cock filling you up?”

“Oh, God,” she moans, but then she tenses, her head turning quickly to the side. I follow her gaze to see a couple kissing on the balcony next to us. The lights are on in our room, so if they look our way, they’ll see us. They’ll see her. Her focus doesn’t waver.

“You were saying?” I tease her clit again and drag two fingers down to her entrance, sliding them in seamlessly. She’s even wetter than before. If her wetness is any indicator, she might like this a lot. The possibility of being caught. The possibility of being watched.

“I don’t care. Just fuck me, please.”

‘“Do you want to move from the window?” I ask, forcing her to tell me she wants to stay.

She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything. “Tell me what you want.” I know she wants me to fuck her with the possibility of them looking. I push her closer against the window so her nipples touch the cold glass, and she hisses. Jackpot.

“ Tell me, baby. Use your words.”

“No, I don’t want to move,” she snaps as she rolls her hips.

I slide another finger in. My dick is so hard, and with the condom squeezing me, I won’t last long, especially as I feel her grow wetter watching the couple kissing as I tease her with my fingers.

Is it wrong? Maybe, but the way this girl’s pussy has my fingers in a chokehold, I would do whatever she wanted me to just for another orgasm.

Fuck, I can’t wait to have my mouth on her again.

I slide my fingers out, coating the tip of my cock with her arousal, as I thrust in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the size.

She tenses and holds her breath, and fuck, she’s so tight.

“You have to breathe for me, Nellie.” She lets it out, instantly relaxing.

“They’re watching,” she whispers. I had forgotten about the possible spectators. Forgetting seems to be what happens when my attention is on her.

“Then let them,” I reply. I don’t think they can see our faces, but they can definitely see what’s going on, and to my surprise, I think they’re enjoying the view.

They pulled out a chair, sitting on the balcony facing us, the man holding the woman on his lap, his hand lost under her skirt. Well, shit .

“Are they…?” Nellie asks, and I take this time to use the same words she used on me.

“Just feeling, no thinking.” I pull her hair since she liked it earlier, but not too much to where she can’t watch them. She melts against me. She may not be a screamer, but her body screams for me.