I pull my back straight, regaining some semblance of composure.
“Thank you for the drink.”
Lukas squints at me curiously, and I think he’s going to protest—but then he doesn’t. He concedes, nodding once at me.
“It was my pleasure, Miss Lexington.”
I turn at the sound of my name, taking quick steps to reach the door before I can reconsider.
I can’t do this. I can’t be this woman.
I can’t lie with what may be the sexiest, and most frustrating, man that I have ever met… even though it nearly pains me not to.
But at least, I did it. I looked temptation right in the face and resisted.
I deserve a cookie for it, at least, right? Maybe cake. That’s right. The cupcakes…
I’ll take a thousand of them.
I reach the elevators, pressing the button and waiting not even a single second before the doors open.
I hop inside, leaning haggardly against the wall, literally drained from the intensity of my internal battle.
The doors start to close, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a hand shoots out between the doors, and they start to jolt apart. When they open, I discover Lukas on the other side, his eyes harried, his jacket open.
He looks directly into my face.
“One more thing, Elena…” he breathes.
I perk up.
“Yes?”
And then he grabs me.
All Bets are Off
In chess, as in life, opportunity strikes but once. - David Bronstein
LUKAS
I don’t know that I can be friends with her.
I don’t even know that I can stand another twenty-four hours without wanting to stick a fucking pen in my eye at the sound of her name.
But I do know this…
I want to fuck the shit out of her. Now. At this very moment.
And right now, that is all that fucking matters to me.
I reach out toward Elena, grabbing her waist and dragging her right into me. The cry that she gives is soft, and I can’t tell if it’s out of surprise or protest, but it comes out muffled as I crush my mouth to hers.
She stills for a split second and then responds almost immediately. Her kiss is eager and anxious and irresistible.
I reach down, hiking her dress to her upper thighs so that I can scoop her into my arms and carry her outside of the elevator and into the hallway.
Her high heels drop one-by-one as I make my way out, and I press her lithe body against the wall, using my hands to cup her delectable ass while she tightens her legs around my waist.
The slender straps of her dress slide down her delicate shoulders and I kiss the skin where they just were, taking voracious bites as my mouth moves down towards her cleavage.
I press my tongue between her breasts and listen to her moan as I pull one perky tit from underneath the dress and slip one reddened, taut nipple into my impatient mouth.
Her legs are out, her breasts are exposed and I am two seconds away from ripping off her panties, as we go at it in the hallway of the hotel—a mere multiple doors down from my own room.
At any given moment, anyone could catch us here in this hallway…
And I do not give one single damn.
The strained groans of the word “Inside” are all that stop me, and at this simple request from Elena’s lips, I sweep her into my arms, reconnecting my lips with hers as I carry her to my doorway and quickly inside.
I don’t even remember getting the door open, but as soon as we’re in, I am placing her down on my bedroom sheets, trapping her between my legs and lavishing attention on each beautiful breast, as I take my turns with one and then the other.
She writhes on the bed with need, and I use her motion to slip her completely out of her dress, marveling at the perfection that is her soft, creamy body.
She is warm and fragrant. Not just with that vanilla scent from earlier, but the smell of her ache, her pleading.
I can smell the sex on her skin.
Her pussy is completely bare, and I love the view that I get when I open her legs. I can practically see the pulse in it. I dip a finger in its confines so that I can feel it as well.
Her grinding never stops, and she sways her hips back and forth on the bed so that her entrance tightens and closes around my digit.
I keep prodding, keep swirling, and her sighs turn into groans. I decide that one finger is not enough; she needs my tongue—my mouth.
I lick her slit slowly from end to end, taking my time to savor her taste. Contrary to all the bullshit about flowers and pineapples, she tastes like neither, the flavor more appetizing than either of those palates could ever be.
The taste is more brackish than those, the flavor hinting of a muted tang. The taste of pussy. It tastes like nothing else in this world.
And though it isn’t often on my menu, when I place it there, I devour it very well, giving it all the proper courtesy and sampling of any delicious meal.
And I just so happen to love the way that Elena tastes.
“Please,” she pleads. “Lukas, please.”
I replace my mouth with two fingers, speaking the words over her clit. “Please what, Elena? What?”
Another finger slips inside her.
“Tell me what you want, Elena.”
“You,” she exhales.
But I’m relentless. I pump her with my hands.
“What do you want me to do, Elena?”
“F-fuuu…”
I lean in to lick her folds, and she whimpers.
“Tell me or I will punish you, love. Just like I said I would.”
“But… but…” she squeaks out.
I back up from the bed, standing up. I remove my jacket.
“All right, love. You asked for it.” I unbutton my shirt, shrugging out of it. I kick my shoes off, unbuckling my belt in front of Elena’s wide eyes.
“Look at me, Elena,” I say. I drop my belt. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
I lose the pants—drop the boxer briefs.
“I’m going to punish you now… and you’re going to like it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you; don’t say you weren’t prepared.”
I grab her ankles, sliding Elena further down the bed.
“Don’t cry out for help. Just cry out.”
I palm the condom from my pants pocket, slipping into it as I stand. I reach for Elena, but instead of her hands, I grip her hips, flipping her onto her stomach as she gasps.
I place my knees on the bed, pushing slowly onto hers, driving them closer to her elbows so that she sits magnificently on all fours.
I enter her from behind, slamming myself inside her wetness to the very hilt.
She cries out, and it is music to my ears.
Over and over, I crash into Elena, sliding her smoothly on my cock. She is tighter than a vice, as slippery as a slide. It doesn’t take long before I am certified steel and on the brink of impending ecstasy.
I growl as she groans.
“Look at you, Elena. Hear yourself. Remember what you said, baby.”
She moans in response.
“Look at you—loving it. You love it, Elena. You love it when I punish you.”
I slam into her. She cries out, and her pussy soaks me to my base.
“Tell me you love it.”
Another pound.
“Tell me, or the punishment will never stop.”
She moans into the sheet, gripping her fingers into the covers. “I—I love it!”
I squeeze her waist even tighter. “Good girl…”
I place a kiss on her bare back. “Now, I can finish your misery, baby.”
I slide in and out, stroking to my heart’s content while Elena’s pussy clenches and unclenches the hard length of me. She cries even louder.