One Night, One Fire

The second the hotel room door slammed shut behind us, I was already backing toward the bed, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth chasing mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“This is a bad idea,” I murmured against his lips, but my body had already betrayed me.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice rough, teasing as his fingers dug into my bare waist. “But you want this as much as I do.”

Damn him, he was right.

A work event. Too many stolen glances. That offhanded challenge about whether he was as good with his hands as he claimed. Then the next thing I knew, I was standing outside his hotel room, breathless, tingling, and completely out of excuses.

And now?

Now I was wrapped around him, my body arching into every touch, as if I’d been starved for this exact moment.

His fingers ran down my back, skimming the barely-there lace of my lingerie. “You knew this would happen the second you let me buy you that drink.”

“I knew I wanted it,” I admitted.

His grin was wicked, all dimples and heat as he swept his tongue over my bottom lip before nipping it between his teeth. “Then stop thinking, sweetheart. Let me do what we came here for.”

I barely had time to process that before he dropped to his knees, his palms smoothing down my thighs, spreading them slightly as he nosed along the hem of my panties. My fingers curled into his hair on instinct, my breath catching as his mouth traced up my inner thigh, so agonizingly slow I wanted to scream.

“Impatient?” he murmured against my skin.

“I swear, if you—”

I didn’t get the rest of the sentence out before his tongue replaced his fingers, hot and sure, devastatingly good as he pushed me back onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me forward until I was on the edge of the mattress.

I gasped, my back hitting the sheets, my fingers fisting in them as my thighs trembled. “Jesus—”

His laugh was low and sinful. “Not quite.”

He owned me in that moment—every single nerve ending tuned into the way his tongue flicked, the way his grip tightened, holding me down as I rocked against his mouth.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxed, voice thick, teasing. “Give me what I want.”

And oh, did I.

A rush of heat, a sharp gasp, my body shattering under him as he groaned into my skin, riding every single wave with me.

I was still catching my breath when he stood, his pupils blown wide, lips glistening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste like sin,” he rasped, pulling me to my knees so we were face-to-face. “My turn.”

I laughed breathlessly, palming him through his briefs, feeling the sheer size of him, the way he twitched at my touch. “Oh, I was already planning on it.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as I kissed down his stomach, dragging my nails lightly over his abs before sliding my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. I peeled them down slowly, my eyes locked on his, making him watch as I took him in my hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back as I licked the length of him, teasing, testing. His hand fisted in my hair, not forcing, just holding, his chest rising and falling as I took him deep.

I kept him there, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue, my free hand gripping his thigh as he cursed under his breath.

“Goddamn,” he panted, his fingers tightening. “You’re gonna make me lose it, baby.”

That only encouraged me.

I worked him over, slow, then fast, then slow again, until he was shaking, his abs tightening, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Then, in a lightning fast move, he pulled me up, flipping me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head as he hovered over me. “You’re too good at that,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“Maybe I’m just really motivated,” I teased, lifting my hips against him.

“Then let me return the favor.”

He grabbed my thighs, yanking me flush against him, rolling his hips just once, sending sparks straight through my core.

“Condom,” he muttered, already reaching for his wallet.

I barely had time to nod before he pulled one out, tearing into the foil with his teeth, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

I barely had a second to process before he was lining himself up, the head of him teasing, pressing.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him as he pushed inside, inch by devastating inch.

I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching me wide, his jaw clenching as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his breath hot against my ear.

And then he moved.

He set a rhythm that was both slow and punishing, his hips rolling against mine, his grip firm as he held me exactly where he wanted me.

“More,” I cried, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him deeper.

He groaned, shifting his angle, hitting the exact spot that had me arching off the bed, my fingers clawing at his back.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my throat. “Let me hear you.”

I screamed his name as the pleasure coiled tighter, the pressure building, my entire body trembling beneath him.

“Come on, baby, give it to me,” he coaxed, his fingers finding the exact spot that sent me spiraling over the edge.

My orgasm crashed into me, raw and overwhelming, my body clenching around him as he cursed, his own control snapping. He drove into me once, twice—then stilled, a deep, guttural groan escaping his throat as he let go.

The room was silent except for our ragged breathing, the weight of him heavy, grounding.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, just existing in the aftermath.

Then he rolled onto his back, dragging me with him, my head resting on his chest as he let out a satisfied sigh.

“That was…” I trailed off, still breathless.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare back. “Fucking yeah.”

I laughed, tilting my chin up to look at him. “So what now?”

His grin was wicked, his fingers slipping under the covers, moving against my hip, then lower.

“I was thinking round two.”

I shivered at the promise in his voice, my own grin spreading as I rolled on top of him.

“Your turn to beg,” I teased.

His eyes darkened. “Oh, sweetheart, you really wanna play that game with me?”

Maybe it had been a mistake, coming back to this room with him. Maybe it was reckless.

But I had a feeling neither of us would regret it.

The End