Page 8 of A Man After Midnight

Chapter Three

They barely made it back to his hotel room. The taxi ride from the dance hall became a blur as Caroline concentrated on where Wren’s hand traveled once they reclined in the back of the car. He trailed his fingers teasingly up and down her thighs, each time getting a little closer to her pussy before withdrawing. The maddening seduction only heightened her arousal.

Briefly she wondered where this new persona of hers had come from. She’d always been the reserved girl, and never would’ve labeled herself as promiscuous or kinky. Yet she’d let a virtual stranger bring her to orgasm, and now she wanted his cock inside her. Caroline couldn’t process it all, so instead of reconciling with the new woman emerging from the shell of the old one, she simply pushed the confusion away and concentrated on the man with her. If she was going to have a one-night stand, she wanted it to be mind-blowing both for her and for Wren.

Although some people lingered in the hotel lobby, the area was virtually deserted since the club and bar had closed for the night. Caroline’s heart beat wildly as Wren placed his hand in the small of her back and escorted her to the bank of elevators. When the doors opened, she had one brief moment where she knew she could forget the whole situation and slink on back to her room. As she stood next to Wren, his hand lingering over the floor numbers, he crooked an eyebrow at her.

He was waiting for her permission.

Slowly, she gave a nod and he swiped his key card to gain access to the penthouse. Cameras hung in the corner of the ceiling so Caroline restrained herself, but once he had opened his penthouse door Caroline launched herself into his arms.

Clothing fell off, thrown haphazardly everywhere. Shoes, tossed in various directions. Once naked, Wren grabbed her by the waist and raised her so she could wrap her legs around him. Her panties and garter belt were still on, but the dress and her strapless bra became casualties of passion. His gripped her ass cheeks as he held her in place, his lips finding hers and as he thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. Her sensitive nipples rasped against his chest hairs, bringing them achingly alive.

He fell back onto the bed, Caroline bouncing on top of him, her legs unwinding from his waist to straddle him. A thin barrier of material separated his hard cock from plunging deep. He ran a hand down her back, over her ass and down her legs until he found the snaps for her garter belt. With a practiced touch he undid each tie until she was free of the stockings. He broke the kiss and sat up with her still on his lap to ease off the stockings, one at a time. Then he unhooked the belt from her waist and let it drop on the floor.

They stared into one another’s eyes as he traced a finger along the edge of her lace panties, dipping under the seam as her eyes flared in excitement. He brushed over her clit, lightly caressing the nerve cluster until she undulated her hips. The pressure of his hard cock plus the caress of his fingers had her on the edge of self-combusting. She leaned down and bit his shoulder, her teeth sinking into tight skin. Wren hissed, and as he jerked in response to the pain, his cock banging forcefully against the material of her panties. She liked his response, but didn’t analyze too closely her gut reaction to inflict the bite. Then the moment quickly fled as he flipped her onto her back, yanking the panties down her legs.

With a wicked grin, he took both her wrists in his hands and then tied them together with one of her stockings. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, her arousal rising at the devilish promise shining in his eyes.

He licked and nipped his way down her body, paying close attention to each turgid nipple. He sucked one peak into his mouth, laving it over and over with his tongue and teeth, while rolling the other between his fingers. Caroline arched in pleasure, her legs falling open as if urging him to continue his exploration. Her hands tested their bond, finding the silk stocking unbreakable––which only intensified the thrill.

“Keep them there,” Wren ordered.

She nodded, so he continued his descent down her body. Warm breath blew against her pussy, sending goose bumps over her skin. A tongue flicked out to run along her slit. Wren spread apart her thighs with his hands, opening her up.

The man knows how to eat pussy.

“I want you,” she moaned.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasped as his mouth settled onto her clit and sucked hard. She thrashed her head back and forth, totally lost in the pleasure he wrung from her body. And just as she lay balanced on the precipice, he rose from her. Frustration sliced through her. Barely conscious of him pulling out a condom and sheathing himself, Caroline panted as he lowered his body onto hers and with a drive of his hips, possessed her fully.

Caroline gasped at the exquisite pleasure, her back arching her chest off the bed.

“Oh, fuck!” Wren groaned into her ear. The staccato beat of his heart pounded in tune with hers.

She wiggled her hips in encouragement, wanting more.

“Hold still for a moment, or this ends too quickly,” he grumbled.

Sweat poured from their bodies. He grabbed her tied hands and yanked them back over her head, holding them in place as he rose over her, flexing his hips more firmly into her.

“Do you know how good you feel?” he asked in a strained voice. “I could fuck you all night.”

“God, yes,” she answered. “Please!”

He stared down at her as he started moving, small thrusts at first but speeding up a little at a time, going deeper with each penetration. Their rhythm gathered speed. Caroline strained against her constraint as he hammered into her, using his own strength against him as leverage to help him go deeper. Harder. Faster. In and out, all over again. Wren trailed one hand up her body until he found her breast, squeezing it in time with his hips. And just as she thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, Wren pinched her nipple, tugging it until she splintered apart in a thousand pieces.

She might have passed out, or the world might have exploded … she wasn’t quite sure. One second she was floating somewhere in space, and the next she heard Wren groaning as he climaxed, their bodies locked together as he erupted inside her. She could feel the jerking of his cock next to her womb through the thin latex barrier.

And then he collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh in her ears but matching hers, their skin slick with sweat. A soft kiss was placed on her temple and Caroline wondered how on earth he had the strength to move at all. She felt boneless. Amazingly boneless.

“When do you leave?” he asked in a ragged breath as he untied her hands.

“Mm?” She moaned, floating in a wonderful haze. “Sunday.”

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

That was the last thing she heard as succumbed to sleep.

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