Page 77 of Trying Sophie

When she didn’t shy away, I slid my hands down to rest at the small of her back. She fit so snugly against me, her body perfectly molding to mine. She snuggled into me and my cock stirred to life. When her lips brushed enticingly against the exposed skin of my neck, I growled low in my throat and claimed her mouth, pushing my tongue past her lips in messy, wanton exploration. Unable to hold back, I ground my pelvis into her in a slow, sensual roll and she swayed against me in response. Trailing my lips from her mouth, across her jaw, and to her ear, I nipped the lobe between my teeth. When her hands fell to my belt, I knew she was right there with me.

“Is that what you want? You want my cock?”

In answer, she roughly grasped a handful of hair and pulled my mouth back to hers. The force of her passion surprised me, spurred me on. We went at each other hungrily, right there in the middle of Merrion Square, our desire trumping any shame we should have felt over our very public display of very carnal affection.

“I want my cock inside of you, pushing deep,” I whispered against her lips as I rolled into her, the abrasion of the cotton of my jeans against my naked flesh sweet agony. “I want to feel your pussy clenching tight around me when I make you come.”

Sophie snaked her lips down my jaw to the hollow of my throat and nipped at my skin. The sting from her teeth clamped on my flesh was perfect agony. When I growled, I felt her lips split into a wide grin against my throat before she pulled back and captured my gaze. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed with desire. God, I wanted to fuck that mouth so bad, feel those plump lips of hers slip around the head of my cock until I hit the back of her throat.

“Where do you live?” she asked on a throaty whisper.

“Too far,” I answered, leaning in to capture her mouth. Kissing her was like a compulsion. Now that I’d gotten a taste of her, my tongue had to be inside her, tasting her, claiming her, showing her she was mine.

“Too damn far,” I repeated, breaking away on a low growl.

Even though all of the blood in my head had moved south to my cock, a small part of my brain still functioned. It was a 20-minute walk back to my car, then 20 more minutes of navigating through city center traffic before we’d reach my house in Sandymount. Five minutes to park and drag her ass upstairs to my bedroom. So about 45 minutes total until I could get her naked in my bed. Add another 20 minutes of going down on her until she was screaming my name as her pussy pulsed around my tongue, and it’d be more than an hour before I could fuck her brains out.

Too damn long.

I needed her now.

Briefly the idea of dragging her behind the bushes and taking her fast and hard passed through my mind, but I tossed it aside just as quickly. I wasn’t averse to public sex—obviously—but the first time I was with Sophie was going to be different. I wasn’t going to act like a fucking animal with her. It needed to be special.

Alright then, an hour it is, I thought as I tried to reign in my lust. Stymied, I ran my hand through my hair and looked around for the nearest park exist when a realization, crystal clear, hit me. We were surrounded by hotels.

I grabbed Sophie’s hand and pulled. “Come with me,” I shot over my shoulder as she rushed to keep up with my brisk pace.

“Where are we going?” she called out. “I thought your place wasn’t nearby.”

“It’s not. I’m taking you to a hotel.”

Sophie stopped dead in her tracks. “What? No.”

Before she could protest further, I pulled her up against me, pushed my hand into her hair and wrapped the long, golden locks around my fist. Tugging her head back so that her eyes lifted to mine, I stated, “I’m taking you to the classiest fucking hotel in the city and I’m not letting you leave until you’ve had at least ten orgasms.”

When her eyes flashed emerald fire and narrowed, I knew I’d said the wrong thing.

“Is this how you normally do it?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. “You have a room ready and waiting at every hotel in the city so that whenever you want a quick fuck you just have to walk a few hundred yards?”

Angry over the accusation, I yanked on her hair harder but she didn’t make a sound beyond a tiny, quick exhale. It had to have stung, but so did her indictment.

“No, and if you say something fucked up like that again, I’ll have to punish you.”

At my words, her pupils dilated to inky black pools, the idea of me spanking that delectably sweet ass a huge turn on for her. Was she picturing the rosy red handprint I’d leave behind? My dick jumped, excited by the prospect.

“I want to take you to my house where no woman has ever been and get lost in you,” I confessed on a growl. “But neither of us can wait that long so I’m going to get us a room and for the next several hours I’m going to show you why giving yourself to me is the single best decision you’ll ever make.”

When she didn’t fight me anymore, the unspoken capitulation made my blood pump hot and fast through my veins.

A handful of seconds later, we exited the square and I pulled her impatiently along beside me to the front of The Georgian House Hotel. I’d been to a wedding there for one of my teammates, a rich fuck with supposedly aristocratic lineage, and knew it was as classy as it got.

I squeezed Sophie’s hand and led her up the steps, past the liveried doorman, and into the hotel’s expansive white marble lobby. A young blonde woman at the registration desk looked up from her computer, a polite smile pasted on her face. The smile turned predatory as she dragged her eyes down my body, barely sparing a glance for the woman at my side.

Ignoring Sophie’s presence entirely, she asked, “And how can I help you, sir?”

“We’d like a room please.”

She didn’t so much as blink and her lack of outward response made me wonder if people frequently marched in at random, demanding rooms.

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