Page 5 of Passion

I sipped my gin and tonic and raised my eyebrows. “I come here alone a lot. My name is Lucas Smith. I own Tri-Tech. We make security software for governments.” I watched her face, but nothing registered, which pleased me. I wasn’t averse to telling her how much money I had. I just wanted to know that her interest in me was genuine and not because I was loaded. It didn’t bode well that she was out of a job, but with her looks, she’d find another agent soon enough.

“Never heard of it. Still doesn’t tell me why you’re single. You’re fucking hot. What’s wrong? Do you have a micro penis or something?” She cracked the joke with such a straight face I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, which made her smile. “So you have a sense of humor. I like that.”

The karaoke made it hard to hear each other talk, and I really enjoyed talking to her. “Want to sit over there where it’s quieter?” I pointed to my corner, dark and cozy. It would allow us to get to know each other better while still affording her the comfort of knowing others could watch her and that she was safe.

Vera followed the line of where I was pointing and turned back to me, leaning forward seductively. I couldn’t resist peeking down her dress. Her tits drew my eyes right in. She wore no bra, her hardened nipples peeking out at me.

“Or we could go back to your condo. It’s here in this resort?” Her hand rested on my thigh. She went from zero to ninety in two seconds flat. The closer her fingers pushed to my cock, the harder it got.

“Uh, sure? You sure you want to do that? You came here to get over someone, not hook up. Remember?” I finished my drink, not wanting this moment to end. She downed hers too and took my hand as she slid off her barstool.

“I’m sure. Now take me home.” Her eyelids were heavy with drink, but I wasn’t about to say no to fucking a supermodel. I let her lead the way to the lounge exit then guided her toward my condo. My only rule was, no more drinks. I wanted both of us to remember this fully.

5

VERA

He was hot and I was horny, and that’s how it all started. He opened the door to the condo he was occupying for the week and led me in, locking up behind us. It had been seventy-two hours since I broke up with my ex, but I was throwing myself into another man’s bed this quickly because it was what felt good. Besides, after this trip was over, I’d never see him again, and the alcohol coursing through my body had my inhibitions practically nonexistent.

I turned on him like a vixen, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. He didn’t have time to react. His hands still busied themselves with the condo key and his wallet while I devoured his mouth, my tongue forcing its way between his teeth. Eventually, he backed me toward the bed with his hands on my hips. A single overhead light revealed the ritziest condo in this resort.

“You’re really drunk,” he whispered against my lips, but I kissed the words away, biting at his lower lip and reaching for his buttons. “I’m not sure you’re able to fully consent to this.” His hands stayed planted on my hips, a perfect gentleman refusing to ravish me the way I thought he would.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I tugged the buttons, freeing his chest, and my hands searched his body. He was ripped, the curves of his muscles making my exploration more enticing.

“Vera, I don’t want you to wake up and think I took advantage of you.” He resisted me, gently grabbing a wrist and forcing me to look up at him. I didn’t know whether to swoon because he was being so proper or scream because I just had to find the one man left on this planet who would respect my body.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to leave this condo and never speak to you again.” There was a tense standoff. His eyes locked on mine, and his hands clung to my hip and my wrist until I grabbed his cock through his pants. “Now or never.”

Lucas cupped both of my cheeks, kissing me, tangling his tongue around mine and forcing me down onto the bed. He pinned me down as my hands groped his back, up beneath his shirt where my fingernails could sink in a little. The weight of his body on mine made it difficult to breathe, but I didn’t hesitate to continue. His hard dick pressed against my thigh told me he wanted it pretty badly, and so did I.

“You’re sure?” he asked again, forehead pressed against mine.

I nodded, biting my lip, and he lifted up. Kneeling on the bed, one knee on either side of my hips, he ripped his shirt off and tossed it, then undid his belt and the fly of his pants. I rested my hands on his thighs and watched him as he freed himself, his cock protruding out the fly of his pants.

“Shit…” If I could have touched myself, I would have. The sight of him erect and ready for me made my pussy scream his name. “Holy shit.”

Lucas pulled at the spaghetti straps on my dress, working them down lower to my elbows until I was able to pull my arms out. He groped my breasts, squeezing them, then pinching and twisting my nipples. When he backed away, I shimmied the dress down around my hips and he pulled his pants off and kicked his shoes away. I struggled with my dress, my coordination not quite what it normally was while I was sober. He seemed to notice. He grabbed the dress and my panties and pulled them over my hips and off me.

“Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous with your clothes off.”

I grinned and propped myself up on my elbows on the bed, drawing one leg up. Lucas wasn’t like most guys I’d experienced. It was like he waited on me to take the lead, as if he truly was a gentleman. I chuckled and asked, “Are you going to put that thing in me now? Because I want to come really fucking hard.”

He crawled across the bed, settling between my legs, but he didn’t penetrate me. Instead, he cradled me, one arm behind my head, one hand on my cheek. It was soft and gentle, like making love, not fucking. I had a strange surge of emotion. I wasn't sure where it came from and I almost lost it. I kissed him as if he were the love of my life whom I hadn’t seen in years. I felt the tears sprouting, streaming down the sides of my face as he laid me back on the bed.

His lips never left mine as his hand trailed down to my chest, a thumb pressing on my nipple as his dick prodded at my entrance. I wasn’t ready for him to push into me, but he did it, slowly sliding in as deeply as he could. He pulled my leg up, giving himself more room to work, and began working my pussy like it needed an internal massage.

I moaned, still crying at the overwhelming intimacy of the entire situation. Even my ex hadn’t been like this—intense, slow, intoxicating. I squeezed my hand between our bodies, swirling my fingers on my clit until his thrusting began to push me closer to the edge.

“You really are beautiful,” he whispered, his cock filling me, “inside and out.” Another squeeze to my breast, and he started moving faster. His dick jackhammered into my pussy until I thought I’d split in two and my body started to convulse. I clenched around him, feeling how thick he really was. I swore I’d have tears in my skin, judging by the way he worked me.

“Fuck… Oh, fuck, it’s so amazing.” I gripped the comforter, not caring who heard my moans as he fucked me. The bed shook, the headboard slamming against the wall, and my body spasmed beneath him.

“God, I’m gonna come. I—shit,” he grunted, and seconds later, I felt him, hot and draining out of me. His thrusts slowed, and he gently glided in and out of me again. His lips took mine over, finally releasing the passion I had expected from the beginning. And when he pulled out, I felt the mess, and only then did I realize we’d just had sex without protection. The alcohol tempered my reaction, and I rolled over the minute he climbed off me.

Lucas lay there on the bed as I slithered off, angry with myself for forgetting a condom. He watched me walk to the minibar and open a bottle of vodka. I downed it straight and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My vision was slightly blurred, but I could still walk. Chances were that I would forget some of this, anyway.

“This is a nice condo. Way nicer than mine.” I noticed how this particular condo had been remodeled. The tile backsplash along the sink was new, new fixtures, stainless steel appliances. It was as if it had been decorated to suit one person in particular rather than the bland, neutral colors of most hotels—or the condo I was staying in. “This place must cost a fortune.” The condo I was in cost over four hundred dollars a night.

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