Page 58 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
As I predicted when she moved here, the distance between us is.
Stevie and her friends have everything in common, laughing at inside jokes I don’t understand. They all know exactly whichwine to order and what elevator is out of service and where to find the best five-dollar pizza in the city.
I don’t fit here.
A couple hours later, we step out into the sharp chill of a December Manhattan night, the wind catches her blond waves as she listens intently at something Rhea says and pulls her coat tighter. Cooper says something low in her ear, harmless, probably, but her giggle stretches a little longer than I expect.
When she turns back to me, I tug her in close, and press a kiss to her lips in full view of the her friends. Not hard. Not claiming.
Well…maybe a little bit. “Let’s get a hotel.”
“Now?” She blinks, her breath frosting between us.
“Yeah. I want you. Alone. Without worrying about roommates hearing us.” I don’t lower my voice…much. “You’ve got tomorrow off, don’t you?”
Her expression shifts as the others shuffle away and she turns her full attention on me. Not hesitation, curiosity. Mischief. Then she pulls out her phone, opens her company’s hotel app with a few swipes of her thumb. “There’s a suite open at the Astor. It’s only a couple blocks from here. I’ve got an employee discount.”
“Let’s go.”
We’re checked in half hour later.
The roomsmellsexpensive. Fresh linens. Eucalyptus soap. A king-sized bed with million-count sheets and blackout curtains Stevie doesn’t bother closing.
She tosses her coat on a chair and kicks off her boots. I press in from behind, palms sliding over her hips, lips tracing her neck. She leans back into me with the quiet whimper she always makes when it’s me and her and nothing else.
Watching in the floor-to-ceiling window, I slip my hands beneath her blouse and drag it up over her head. Her bra goes next, dropped onto the plush carpet. Her nipples pucker.
I gently turn her and lean down. I cup her tits in my hands and lave every inch of them with my tongue. Her fingers thread through my hair like she’ll never let go.
We scramble toward the bed, peeling off our remaining clothes, her hands shake with how fast she’s trying to get me naked. She pushes me onto the mattress, climbs on and impales herself on my cock. She grinds down once, slow and teasing.
Then again. And again.
“Missed being able to do this,” she says breathily. “Trying to stay quiet with all my roommates is such a buzzkill.”
“Agreed, it’s time for me to make you come so hard you scream.” I flip her easily and pull out, kissing down her stomach.
Her thighs fall open. “Don’t tease.”
I don’t.
I settle between her legs. Drag my tongue through her slowly. She gasps and bites her fist. Her back lifts off the bed when I fasten my lips around her clit and suck, rough and rhythmic, then dip my tongue lower and fuck her with it until she’s squirming, her words wrecked and garbled.
“Oh God, don’t stop—don’t—”
I double down.
Stevie comes hard, hands fisting the sheets.
I kneel between her legs and hook her thighs over my arms and press them back so there’s no space left between us. Sink in slow and deep. Her head drops back with a broken noise that shreds something inside me. I move in long strokes, grinding every time I bottom out. Watch my cock pump into her soaking pussy until the room’s heavy with our sweat and skin and need.
Pulling her up into my lap, we fuck like we’re chasing time. Like we may not know what comes next but our bodies fit together like a puzzle. She rides me, hair wild, hands on my shoulders, undulating in slow circles until she grimaces from coming so much.
When it’s my turn, I flip her over so she’s face down with her hips in my hands and her breath fogs the polished headboard. I rut into her and pull out, spraying her entire back with my come.
After we clean up in the shower, we collapse in the fine hotel sheets, laughing, wrecked and breathless.
She rolls over and grins up at me, wet hair plastered to her neck. “I think we broke the bed.”
