Page 24 of Whisper Woods

In the elevator on the short ride to my floor, the anticipation balloons, growing thick and round between us. We stand in opposite corners, watching, waiting. Seff has his arms splayed, hands on the railings of the elevator, still deliciously shirtless.

I can see the valleys of his hips with perfect clarity now. The way they draw the eye down, between his legs to his visibly hard cock. It’s obscene the way it’s pressing against the denim.

I want to taste it. Taste him. My admiration does not go unnoticed. A soft huff of laughter draws my attention back up to the cocky smirk on his face. It’s a skill, to be able to look so confident, so sure, and yet, not an asshole.

Once my eyes are back up, he distracts me again, making his pecs dance to the jazzy elevator music playing softly in the background. I stifle my laugh, struggling to maintain a straight face as I roll my eye at him. He knows he’s got me, though, and he winks just as the bell for our floor sounds.

This time he takes my hand, leading me out of the elevator, walking backwards.

“Which room?” They are the first words we’ve spoken since we left the club. They feel weird, my ears not having adjusted to the silence after the intensity of the music earlier.

I nod my head to the left to where there is a lone room at the end of the hall.

“At the end. 342.”

The dimple, that dimple comes back as he leads me down the hall, drawing me in closer as we move.

“Excellent,” he whispers near to my ear, causing a shiver to run through me, “Don’t need to be quiet now do we?” He trails his nose along my jawline and down my neck. He inhales deeply, sending my own breath stuttering out of me. “You smell so fucking good.” His lips tease my skin with his words. Like he is tasting me.

I groan, loud and guttural, unable to take any more. While he continues to send my senses into overdrive, nosing and kissing his way around the delicate juncture of my neck, I fish the key card from my pocket and tap the thing furiously against the lock.

Hand no longer encased in mine, Seff takes the opportunity to grip my ass, hauling me tightly against him, just as I manage to blindly open the door behind him.

We fall together, stumbling into the pitch dark room, managing to catch ourselves thanks to the wall that breaks our fall.

We laugh soundlessly, Seff sandwiched between the wall and my body, his hands cupping my ass, our thighs threaded between each other. I can feel the hard length of him against me, and I cant my hips, just once, relishing in his hiss.

Even in the dark, I can see his face in outlines and shadows, and I know he can see mine. Our breath mingles, our lips tantalisingly close. That balloon of energy between us pulsing, palpating.

And exploding.

Unable to wait any further, Seff’s lips crash into mine, his tight, almost painful grip on my ass lifting me to meet him. I moan, opening my lips to him, giving him access to plunder and taste. To take whatever he wants from me. My hands shoot up, knocking off his cap and threading through his strands. All the better to tug him closer still.

Our kiss becomes frantic, needy. His big hands knead my ass in time to the subtle flex of his hips. Whimpers fall from him like diamonds when I tear my lips from his to suck hard bites along his jaw and the golden stubble there.

“Bed.” The word is a plea. A whine. “Please.” Dear Gods, the plaintive, needful cry is almost my undoing, but I pull back. He follows, like a magnet unable to resist.

“If you insist,” my voice is deeper now, harsher, the lust of the beast unable to be held fully back, “this way.” Taking his hand, I lead him through the livingarea to the bed.

He is already unbuttoning his pants, and kicking off his shoes, pulling on my arm as he struggles for balance. When he succeeds, he crushes his lips once again to mine, as he shoves his jeans and underwear down in one swift movement. He cups my jaw as he kisses me, once again crowding me, this time against the edge of the mattress.

With the feel of his very naked body against my very clothed one, though, I have other ideas. Once again, it only takes the simplest touch to command him, for him to relinquish control of the situation.

With my hands on his hips, I guide him, stepping forward and turning. He goes oh so willingly, too consumed with consuming me to notice that it is his knees against the mattress now. I pull back, smiling up at his lust-drunk face, and gently push against his chest. He falls willingly against the bed with a little bounce, rising on his elbows to look back at me, teeth between his lips.

He looks like a God.

No.

The Gods would be envious of his beauty. He is lust incarnate, able to drive the Gods insane, and destroy civilisations with his dimpled smile. A sliver of moonlight has managed to peak its way through the blinds, trailing over him, highlighting the peaks and the planes of his body. I want to taste him everywhere.

“Is there anything I should know?” It’s been so long, I feel the need to ask as I climb onto his thighs. They are so thick, my pants strain against my wide stance. I sit just above his knees, his cock bobbing in front of me against his belly, too heavy to stand.

He gives an unsteady shake of his head, eyes focused on my hands as they stroke up and down his thighs, edging closer and closer to his balls with each stroke.

“Anything. You can do anything.” His voice is a breathy whisper, strained with the tension of his head falling back. A chuckle rumbles through me when my hands finally brush against his sac, eliciting a deep moan that turns into a whine when my hands draw away again.

“What a dangerous offer.” I tease, his words fanning a feral fire inside me. I press his hips back into the bed when they rise, seeking contact once more.

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