SEX Unlimited: Volume 2 (Unlimited #2) (5 page)

“I’d call you a tease but I know you’re going to follow through later, so I won’t. I look forward to those perfect lips being around my cock later.”

Immediately, I blush and worry about others around us hearing him. I bring my napkin up and blot the corners of my mouth before responding with my composure firmly in place. “You’re right about that. I’m not a tease and I also look forward to
that
. No games remember?”

He raises his glass with a slight nod of his head. “I’ll toast to that.”

WE’RE IN THE CAB ON our way to a nearby hotel where he’s already made reservations for us. I feel his warm breath before I hear him speak, “I can’t wait to have you alone, all to myself.” His whisper floats from his beautiful lips into my ear. His hand’s resting on my thigh and I can feel the heat from his palm through the thin fabric of my skirt. I open my legs slightly and reply, “Why wait?”

He looks in the direction of the cab driver and then back to me. “I like it when you’re like this.” His hand slides down to the hem of my skirt.

“Like what?” I open my legs a little more, tempting him further.

He leans in and kisses me on my neck. In between kisses he says, “When you shut down your inhibitions and just allow yourself to react to how you’re feeling. It’s incredibly sexy.” One finger begins to trace the hem of my skirt, inch by inch. Slowly, he hooks two fingers underneath and makes the unhurried journey back in the other direction, gently and methodically. Never does he do anything without careful thought and purpose. He stops at the center of my skirt and glides his hand underneath. I open even more for him. His thumb brushes my already needy clit and I have to hold in a whimper.

“Shh,” he soothes quietly. “Kiss me and pour all those sounds into me. Kiss me and show me how good it feels.” I do exactly as he says. My hands reach up and cradle his stubble covered face and I kiss him with hunger and passion. While our tongues are colliding, intertwining, and caressing, he pushes two fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth and he pulls my tongue between his lips, sucking on it gently. His thumb begins to circle my clit in unison with his sucking on my tongue. It’s enthralling and I feel like I’m freefalling into a place where physical pleasure pours over you non-stop, in waves of raw sensations. I never want to stop falling; I never want to be caught. His fingers move faster and my pussy gets wetter. He releases my tongue and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it just enough to bring a tinge of pain, but not so much that I don’t feel pleasure. I’m getting close to orgasm and he knows it; he reads my body as if it’s his favorite novel. He’s memorized every line, space, and quotation. Sometimes he even adds to the story with his own words and gestures. I never want this book to end.

Heat builds between my legs and, right before I feel like I’m going to tumble over the edge, he stops. I’m breathing hard as he releases my mouth. My lips are tender and my clit is throbbing in need of release.

“Not yet. When you come I want to be able to hear you.” He brings his fingers up to my lips and I open for him, my lips wrapping around them. They’re coated with my wetness. I swirl my tongue around in a circular motion and suck gently. I look up and watch him as he’s watching me. Our eyes meet and I suck a little harder. He reaches out and grasps my hand, placing it between his legs on his hardened cock.

“Do you feel what you do to me?”

I grip him and rub up and down the length of it. Even hidden beneath the fabric of his pants, his dick is something to gasp about. He lets out a quiet hiss. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I lick my lips.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Candace. You make me absolutely crazy with the most subtle gestures. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever had. Your mind,” he reaches up, tracing a finger from my temple down to my cheekbone, “is just as sexy as your body. It doesn’t get any better than that.”

Before I can respond, the cab slows and comes to a stop. A wide grin stretches across his face like a kid that’s just pulled up at Disney. Except it’s a hotel and he’s going to get a lot more than a fairy tale princess could give him. He pays the driver and we get out. Without hesitation, he takes my hand in his.

I like it.

A lot.

A little warning bell chimes in my head and I push it away. I like him holding my hand, not because I like feeling like a couple. My mind needs to keep quiet. The bell hop opens the door for us and he guides us to the elevators.

I’m surprised to not be checking in first. “You’ve already checked in?”

“Of course I have. There’s no way I wanted to wait to get you upstairs when we got here. Our room is ready and waiting.”

The elevators open and we step inside, hand in hand. As soon as the doors close, he has me against the wall. His lips are soft but his kiss is hard, hurried. “I want you so badly tonight. I crave you. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and taste how wet you get for me.” He speaks in a gravelly voice against my lips, nearly causing my knees to go weak.

“Brisban,” I sigh.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“More, I always need more.” He cups my breast, pinching my hardened nipple while rolling it between his thumb and finger.

“Ahh, my God. You always know how to touch me just right.” He presses his huge body against mine and I instantly feel his aroused cock against my stomach. The elevator dings and he stills. In one swift motion he wraps one arm around my waist and hoists me up by my ass onto his shoulder. I squeal in response.

My ass is in the air and my body’s draped over his shoulder. “Oh my god, what are you doing?”

“Carrying you. I’m feeling a bit possessive at the moment and, I have to say, I like having your ass in the air like this, right next to my face.” He playfully smacks my butt and I laugh.

I’m bobbing up and down with every step he takes. “You’re insane.”

“It’s all your fault. You make me crazy.” He stops in front of our room and fishes the room key from his pocket. Holding me firmly with his left arm, he slides the key in the door with his free hand. As soon as we enter the room, I hear music playing, the sound of a beautiful voice drifts through the air. He very carefully leans down and places me on the bed. My body is instantaneously hugged by the soft, smooth fabric of the duvet. As soon as my eyes adjust to the dimmed lights I realize he’s already been here tonight. There’s wine chilling on the side table and, beside it, there’s a black box with a white silk ribbon tied around it. He sees that I’ve eyed it and rounds the bed.

“I have a little something for you.”

I rise up onto my elbows to get a closer look. I’m confused and, as usual, I’m searching for the right words to say to him. “Why? What is it?”

He picks the box up and extends his arm out offering it to me. “Because I can. And, if you open it you’ll see.”

“I don’t know what to say, Brisban.” I take the box hesitantly and sit up.

“Say nothing. Just open it.”

I pull the ribbon and remove the lid to the box. All I can see is white tissue paper. Folding the tissue paper back, a shiny silver key is revealed. I stare at it, briefly puzzled, then look back up to him. He sees the confusion on my face and smiles.

“It’s a key to my condo. I don’t want to bring you to hotels anymore after tonight. I want to have you in my bed, in my home. I know we said we’d wait before going to each other’s place but I think we’ve waited long enough. We’re grown adults and I think we both know what we’re doing here. There’s no reason you can’t come to my place where I can do even more to pleasure you and myself. There’s certain things I can’t do in a hotel room.”

My face must betray my shock because he reaches out and takes my free hand in his. “It’s okay, Candace. I’m not asking you to move in with me. I’m just asking for you to allow me to have you in my own bed.”

“I…this…I don’t know what to say,” my words are fumbled and clumsy.

“Look at me,” he demands, cupping my chin with his large hand. “Get out of that head of yours. What does your body say? Tell me those words.”

“Thank you.”

He smiles and leans in to kiss me. As soon as his lips touch mine, all worry melts away. He lingers for a brief moment and pulls away.

“You’re welcome. Now, let me put this aside so I can do what I’ve wanted to all night long.” He takes the box from my hand and places it on the bedside table. My eyes follow his every movement in awe. He’s too good to be true. I don’t know how to absorb so much happy all at once. I can’t stop smiling and I’m almost embarrassed of myself but, truthfully, I am happy right here, right now, with this man I barely know anything about. All of a sudden I want to know more about him. Something tells me that’s a bad thing. My mind is that
something
. Screw my mind and its responsible, boring ways. I want this and all the crazy that comes with it. I may regret it eventually but I’ll deal with that if, and when, it happens.

He taps the side of his head with his forefinger. “You’re in that head of yours again, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, I suppose I am. I’m working on that though.”

He extends a hand out to me. “Come here.”

I reach out and place my hand in his. He pulls me up with ease. “You have way too much clothing on. Let’s do something to remedy this. I’m certain your mind has no objections to that, right?”

His eyes are domineering as he looks down at me. His size makes me feel tiny but his words always make me feel empowered. I shake my head. “No, there are zero objections there.”

He brings a hand down slowly to the back of my skirt where he easily finds the button and zipper. With ease, he unfastens the single button and glides the zipper down. The skirt is snug so it doesn’t fall on its own. I start to help him pull it off, but he stops me.

He shakes his head, “No, you just stand here. You got to unwrap your gift. I want to unwrap mine.”

If my heart could skip a beat it definitely would have done just that. He says the most incredible things. I do as he asks and drop my hands to my sides, leaving the
unwrapping
to him. His fingers hook beneath the waistband of my skirt and he inches it down over my hips and thighs until it finally falls to the floor. I’m still wearing my heels so I step out of them carefully. I’m now standing before him in just my bra and top. He steps in closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist before cupping my bare backside in both hands. “You have an amazing ass, Candace.” He squeezes it slightly. “I’m going to enjoy watching it tonight while I take you from behind.”

Oh, hell.

I smile approvingly. “I’m going to like that as well.”

“I appreciated knowing you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt all night.” He slides one hand down further, reaching in between my legs. He brushes a finger across my pussy from behind. I’m already wet for him.

“You have no idea how much I love that your body is responsive to me. Feeling how wet you get for me is a turn on like no other.”

I arch my back, raising my ass up to give him better access and he responds just as I hoped he would. One deft finger pushes inside me and I let out a moan. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. His soft tongue glides across the seam of my lips and his finger moves in and out at a slow, teasing pace. I reach up and entangle my hands in his hair, kissing him back with a fervor that surpasses his own. All worried thoughts have fallen away and my body is now in control. I can’t take the wait tonight. I want him inside me, now.

I fist his hair in my hands and pull back from our kiss. “Fuck me, Brisban. Fuck me, now.”

He doesn’t say a word. He stops working me with his finger and, in one sudden motion, he picks me up, bringing my legs up to his waist. I wrap them around him tightly and he steps in towards the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to do it more than once, but you’re going to have to wait because all I’ve wanted to do since I saw you tonight is taste you.” He bends down and I feel my back meet the bed. I let go of him and relax into the soft material. He kneels on the floor and reaches out, pulling my ass to the very edge, my legs dangling off the bed. “Patience, Candace. I promise I’ll do my best to not disappoint.”

He pulls my legs up and hooks them over his shoulders, spreading me wide for him. My body’s now tilted upward and he’s doing nothing but looking between my thighs. “You’re perfect.” He kisses the inside of my right knee and then my left. His whiskers prick at my skin as he places kisses my inner thighs, one-by-one, while working his way closer to my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my head back. My clit is literally aching to be touched. He grips my hip with one hand and moves the other to my pussy. Using his finger and thumb, he spreads my lips apart and he leans in, licking up and then back down, alternating sides; each time barely avoiding the very spot I want him to touch so badly. My breathing is out of control and my hands are fisting the blanket, my knuckles white. The music is still playing but I’m too far gone to make out the lyrics. He continues the sweet torture with his tongue but still doesn’t touch my clit once. I can’t take it.