Love Tap(65)

She leans in, the smell of her circling me. “Where are we going?” she asks.

“To the hotel, where I can f*ck you.”

She steps back, her chest rising as she takes a deep breath. Her eyes flick between both of mine, and I think she’s going to refuse, but then she nods. A vixen smile splitting her face.

Conrad exits us in a more secluded area than we came in, and we drive to a nearby hotel for the night. It looks posh, no doubt what’s left of my savings is paying for this night. It’s worth it though. Every dime.

Checking in a bellboy directs us to the elevator.

Once inside he keeps staring at Tate. She’s a pretty girl, any guy can see that. I’ll let that look over slide. He glances at her again, his eyes raking her up and down and my heartbeat speeds up, my hands clenching into fists.

The elevator dings, and they step out before I can grab him by the collar and lay my fist into him.

He takes us to our room and Tate opens it.

“Thank you.” She smiles at him, and enters the room. He nods, clasping his hands together but he doesn’t leave.

“Are you waiting for a tip?” I ask incredulously.

He smirks.

“That would be great, I mean I did walk you all the way up here,” he shrugs with a dopey grin.

I look down, rubbing my cheek. “Walked us all the way up here, huh?” I laugh.

Grabbing him by the shoulder I push him back a few steps to where Tate can’t hear what I’m about to say. I’m trying my best to be a gentleman tonight, but this f*cker is pushing my buttons.

“You want a tip? Don’t eye another man’s woman, especially in front of him.” I squeeze his shoulder, and he shrinks in my hold, his knees buckling. “Especially a f*cking fighter’s woman.”

“Yes sir,” he squeaks, his face pinched with pain.

I let him go, shoving him back a few steps.

“Fucking prick,” I mutter under my breath. Stepping inside the room, I kick the door shut.

Tate is standing in front of a large king size bed, her arms crossed.

“Was that necessary?”

My breath catches knowing I’d been caught.

Striding toward her I grab the nape of her neck. “Very,” I whisper, backing her toward the bed.

Her breathing becomes erratic, her eyes hooded when she realizes I’m serious about taking her to bed and now.

Shoving her, she plops onto the mattress. Placing her hands behind her she holds herself up.

Pressing my knees into the bed I crawl over her body, and she lays back, her legs parting to let me in.

I slide my hand on the outside of her thigh. “These legs were made to only open for me.” I grab her jean clad *, and rub vigorously. “This * only gets wet for me.” Dipping my head I brush my lips along hers. “These lips were made to only moan my name.”

Her body trembles beneath me, and I kiss her hard. My tongue demanding entry, I greedily take her tongue hostage. Cupping her face, I pull my mouth back, and she kisses my bottom lip seductively.

Sliding my hands up her shirt I grab her tit, and pinch her nipple hard. I can’t help but notice how my hand cups her breast perfectly. I’ve been with dozens of women and none of them fit the palm of my hand like Tate’s tits do. It’s my version of Cinderella, instead of a glass f*cking slipper, it’s the perfect tit.

Fairytale or not, it’s proof this maddening woman is made to be mine.

She moans, her hips bucking against mine.

“Patience baby,” I whisper against the hollow of her neck.

Her nails scratch up my back, the razor sting slicing through my skin before her fingers lock in my hair. She wants it rough.

Reaching up, my fingers slide along her forearm before cupping her hand and bringing it down.

“Not this time, baby.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts slightly. We’ve never been together any other way. It’s a night full of firsts.

“I’ve taken you rough and any way I’ve wanted since we were kids, but I’ve never made love to you, Tate. The one thing I regretted after you left.”

Pulling her hand from mine she cups my face, her fingers rubbing against my scruff.

“I thought fighters didn’t do anything soft?”

I lean into her soft palm, kissing her fingers.

“Who said I was going to make love softly? I intend to go hard, I’m just going to ravish every inch of your body in the process. ”

Tucking my nose into the crook of her neck, I smell her. Programming it to memory. After the second year of her being gone, I forgot what she smelled like. It killed me.

Her hands sweep in between us and fondle the buttons of my pants. The head of my cock pressing into her. I bite my bottom lip, I love a woman in charge, actually, I love Tate in charge. The urge to bend her over and sink into her so deep she arches that back, giving me no choice but to tug those beautiful long locks almost unbearably.

“You’re testing my resolve, baby,” I admit. The idea of going slow and gentle dissolving into the need to go fast and hard.

Using her feet, she shoves my pants and briefs down to my knees, my cock popping out more than ready to satisfy Tate.

Sitting up on my knees my dick stands at attention, the shaft veiny and ready to sink into Tate.

Using her hands she pushes herself up and fists my cock. I suck in a tight breath, my balls squeezing from the foreign touch.