Page 6 of Rock Bottom
“Thanks for understanding what it takes to keep things private,” Silver said. “My suite is this way, if you still want to come.”
I wanted to say that I very much wanted to come, and not just into her room — but inside her, around her, tangled up in every part of her — but I bit my tongue, and I guess my face must’ve shown it, and she grinned and said, “Yeah, that too.”
She turned towards her room, walking with the confidence of someone used to being in charge of herself, and knowing I was watching.
I’ve been trained to take control during sex and to give it up, but there was no doubt Silver wanted to be taken. Not pushed or broken — but claimed.
The instant the door to her suite closed behind us, I lifted her, pressed my knee between her legs and against her groin so most of her weight rested on it, pressed her against the wall, and brought my lips to hers in a kiss that left no doubt who was in charge. I opened her mouth with mine, invaded with my tongue, and she completely submitted and allowed it.
Her scent markers were through the roof for arousal — electric, molten. She was slick with want and vibrating with need, but I kept a close eye on her scent and physical reactions to be certain I’d know the very second something didn’t work for her.
If her body said stop, I would. But for now, her body was singingyes, loud and clear.
Chapter 3
Silver
I didn’t expect him to take charge quite so soon, but I had zero complaints becausedamn, the man can kiss. He lifted me, pressed me to the wall so he could reach me, his knee braced against my vaj and the root of my dick.
The second his mouth claimed mine, everything else went quiet — the random hotel noises, my inner thoughts, the background music I’d asked Charlie to turn on
Heat flushed through my skin, raced through every nerve. I squirmed on his thigh, aching for more while he kissed me until all rational thought left my brain.
Julian has almost feminine facial features, but this huge chest I’d wanted to explore since we sat and talked. I needed to feel him, the impossible contrast of softness and power, so I moved my hands from around his neck to his shoulders and then down, where I felt something close to breasts, but not. More than men usually have, but he was wearing two shirts so it was hard to tell. I wanted to strip his shirt off over his head.
Julian pulled back from the kiss, reached down with one massive arm, and the next thing I knew, I was being carried across the room, cradled against his chest like I weighed nothing.
I’m five foot seven and a half, and if I had to guess, I’d say Julian is six foot nine — at least. I googled to see how tall a standard door is, and it said six foot eight inches. Julian is about two inches taller and has to duck to enter a room. If you take away an inch for his dress shoes, he’s more than a foot taller than me. Ofcoursehe’d lifted me and braced me against the wall to kiss me — how else could he have managed?
“I will undress first,” he told me, his almost-feminine voice calm and sure, commanding, wrapping around me like a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer.
He settled me gently on the bed, on my back. “I know it usually happens the other way around, but I’m the one calling the shots so that’s how it’ll be. We’ll go back and forth, an item of clothing at a time.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, not completely sitting up, but not flat on my back, either. “What should I call you?”
“I’ll take a page from your book and tell you to call me whatever feels right, on this night. We’ll have those discussions later.”
He stepped back, removed his shirt, and then a tighter undershirt that had been holding back some impressive man-boobs. Not gross, not to me. I grinned and took off my shirt and then my push-up bra.
“You win in the boobs category,” I told him with a smile. “Will I be allowed to play with yours, Sir?”
His smile told me he was pleased. “Absolutely, little Silver.”
He toed his dress shoes off and then unfastened his pants. Even before the underwear came off, I could tell he was, thankfully, going to win the dick contest because he waswellendowed, based on the shape I could see.
I stood and removed my boots and socks before I slid my jeans down to show my cotton panties, which I knew would show the outline of my small, fully erect dick.
I was wearing a thong, so I turned in a circle so he could see my ass. When I faced him again I once again took in the size of his dick, clearly outlined through the fabric of his underwear. My stomach turned a slow somersault, and I met his gaze.
“My turn,” he said, and he bent forward to push his boxers to the floor, so I couldn’t see what he was working with until he stood once again.
And damn, it’s a wonder my knees didn’t buckle. Everything in me went warm at the sight of his too-long, fucking fat cock — and uncut, too. I’d only seen one like that in person before. I started to step forward and grab it, but I remembered the rules, so I pushed my panties down far enough gravity would take over. They fell to the floor and I spread my legs a little to showcase my erect penis, and then turned my back to him, spread my legs farther apart, and leaned forward enough I knew he’d be able to see I also have a pussy.
My heart thundered in my chest, and I peered between my legs to see the expression on his face. Even upside down, it’s easy to recognize disgust, but I saw wonderment, understanding, and then pleasure.
A wave of relief swept through me.
“Well,” he said, his feminine voice lower than I’d heard it yet, “it appears we have the best of both worlds. On your back on the bed, centered, and spread those gorgeous legs so I can get a proper look.”
