Page 12 of Spoil
“Ohhh,” the man purrs, dark eyebrows rising. “Hola, Hermosa.”
Daniel stops, tosses the sandwiches on the bed, and one hand slams onto his hip, one hand pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I swear to God, Miguel.”
The man laughs, but stands, both hands held up in surrender.
“I’ll go bunk with Becky for tonight. Leave a sock on the door just in case.” He shoots Daniel a wink before leaving without his shoes. Becky’s must not be far. I wonder how many people here date. It would be convenient. And there are so many people in such a small space. It almost seems impossible not to form an attraction to other people living here.
Daniel nearly slams the door and locks it behind him.
Before I know what’s happening, he has me in his arms and has my back against the door. “I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I first saw you,” he says, and I’m about to tell him he doesn’t need to apologize. I like being needed like this, but I don’t get the chance. His mouth is on mine again, his hands tangle in my hair, tugging bits of my messy braid free. It’s a wild, passionate, desperate kiss.
He goes to my neck, biting and sucking there. My hands thread through his hair, knocking his hat off, holding him close against me as I lose my mind to this lust. His hips are pressed against mine, his thigh between my legs as he gives me something to grind against. I’m in baggy clothes that aren’t mine. I probably taste like sandwich meat since that was the last thing I ate, and I smell like chlorine, but I feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth.
His hands are everywhere - holding my neck, tracing down my sides, squeezing my breasts. He pinches a nipple, and I bow off the door with a moan.
“Yes,” he says, doing it again. I wrap my leg around his waist and grind myself against his hip. I’m wet, needy, hot, and frantic. I’veneverfelt like this before. Like I’ll die if I don’t come right now.
I’m grinding on him like a dog in heat, but before I can come, he’s gone.
I deflate. Did I do something wrong? Did I moan weirdly? Was this all a game for him?
And then he’s kneeling and looking up at me with a soft smile.
“May I?” He tugs gently at the bottom of the pajama pants I’m wearing. They barely move an inch, but I feel every exposed piece of flesh.
My brain has yet to understand what is happening. We were hot and heavy one minute. And then he pulls away. And now he’son his knees, and I don’t know what he’s asking. All I know is that... yes. Yes. Yes, to whatever this man wants to give me.
So, I nod. Enthusiastically.
He slowly drags my pajamas down around my hips, to my knees, and to my ankles. I step out of them with the help of his shoulders. I’m wearing nothing underneath, because putting on dirty undies from the day after the hot tub didn’t seem like a good idea.
So, I’m bare to him. And he’s right there. Nerves flood me. I want the mindless lust back - one where I didn’t have to worry about what he thought. But before I can spiral and convince myself to come up with an excuse to leave, his nose hits my clit, and I startle. He inhales and rotates his head. He’s almost nuzzling my clit and my groin with his face.
I’m terrified of his reaction, but he growls. It’s a low, purring sound, from deep within his chest.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls before attacking my clit with his mouth. He sucks, and he flicks it with his tongue, and the man, the moment, the need cause my orgasm to rip through me with a sharp fierceness.
I moan, groan, cry out his name, as I dig my nails mindlessly into his scalp.
I’m flushed. I can feel the heat on my chest and cheeks. My fair complexion hides nothing. But when he stands before me, eyes glistening, teeth gleaming, as my juices coat his chin, I don’t care that he can see what he did to me.
He earned it.
But before I can think any further, he scoops his hands beneath my ass and brings me to him, standing. I wrap around him like it’s second nature, and squeal when we fall onto the bed together. The energy between us is charged, but I’m still at ease, eager for whatever he wants to give me. Hoping he gives me all of himself.
He takes my lips again, wiggling his hips so I open for him more. The hard length of him against my core is a drug, shutting off all thought. I grind against him, desperate for him, but he’s going infuriatingly slow. I know I just came, which took the sharp edge off of my lust, but I need more. I need him.
Impatient, I drag his shirt up over his head. He chuckles as he raises his arms to help me. He’s lithe, lean muscle like a runner or swimmer, but I trace my fingers through the groves in his upper back and biceps. His hair has fallen across his forehead, and he looks deliciously rakish. I shove my hand down his jeans and huff a frustrated breath that I can’t touch more of him. He grunts at my contact and pulses in my hand. God, he’s big.
He presses up on his hands, which are beside my face, and peers down at me with a soft smile on his face.
“I’ve never seen something so beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself.
I want to pull him back down to me. I want to grind on him. I don’t want to wonder what the future holds. I don’t want to want more than this one night with him. I don’t know if I have room in my life for a man, and how would the long distance work, anyway? I’m in DC; he’s in Pennsylvania. But the softness in his eyes stops me. I wanted more of him. And he’s giving it to me. He’s giving me a piece of his life, this moment, this care and tenderness. So, I let him look, even as I slowly grind my core against him.
He shakes his head with a light chuckle before taking my lips again. It’s slower, though, tender. As if we have all the time in the world when we really only have this one night. But I match his energy, and languidly stroke his back, his neck, and his scalp.
