Resisting Mr. Kane (London Mister #2)(11)

I whimper as he really starts working me down there. Then his thumb finds my clit.

“Ahhhh!” I tighten around his fingers as his thumb circles. The pressure is too much. Tingly shivers erupt over my entire body. This is it. The real deal. I’ve never had the big O with a bloke, I’m ashamed to say, it’s only ever been self-administered. My ex, John never managed to get the job done. He rubbed so hard that I felt like I had carpet burns.

Tristan's other hand tilts my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “Look at me when you come.”

I let out a strangled sound that would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so close to climax. Something about doing this in the ocean makes it doubly arousing. Anyone who looks out their hotel room window will see me naked in the sea grinding against a man I met twenty-four hours ago, and it’s the biggest fucking turn-on ever. Pleasure bubbles up inside me as he touches me like no one else ever has.

I claw at his biceps as my muscles contract around his fingers again and again, desperate for release.

“You feel unbelievable.”

“Tristan…” I moan, my body spasming as he strokes my clit furiously. I spent all last night in bed fantasising about that deep voice talking dirty to me. It's even better than I imagined “I’m going to…I’m coming.”

It’s too much; my entire body shakes as the most explosive orgasm of my life erupts.

A low growl reverberates from his chest as he watches. My legs buck, and his other hand catches me, pulling me to him.

I stare at him, my mouth hanging open, trying to find my breath. I need more. “Take me to your room,” I say hoarsely.

His eyes darken as he studies me. “Are you sure?”

I nod. My hands curl around his length, hard and ready for me. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

He growls against my ear and bundles me up in his arms like I weigh nothing.

I cling to him with a goofy smile as he strides through the water to the beach. Tonight, I have no inhibitions. I’m going to have the best sex of my life with this man.

I’m going to try everything.





4




Elly

I skulk through the hotel lobby self-consciously trailing behind Tristan. Two growing mounds of dampness cling to my T-shirt from my soaked bra, the same at my crotch. A passing hotel guest looks at us suspiciously before dropping her jaw when she notices the massive tent in my companion's jeans. He strides towards the elevator bay like a man on a mission.

Adrenaline courses through me. In minutes I’m going to have Tristan in a private room.

He jabs at the elevator button impatiently. The doors slide open, and he wastes no time pulling me into the steel box. Before they can fully close, he has me pinned against the back wall, thrusting his large thighs against mine. For a second, I wonder if he’s going to try to fuck me here in the elevator. His mouth crashes down on mine, and my mouth and hips both respond at the same time, craving closeness. I swing my leg around his hip, tilting my hips up, so his erection is right in my apex. Let's hope there aren’t any cameras in here.

The door springs open, and we stumble down the hall, grunting and moaning as my greedy hands ravage his body. With ragged breathing, he fumbles in his pockets to find the door card.

The door flashes red. He curses, flustered, and tries again, slamming the door open when it flashes green. We fall into the room, panting, hands clawing clothes and flesh.

His fingers find the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up over my head and onto the floor. One hand expertly unfastens my bra from behind, grunting as my breasts come free.

He needs no invitation. His lips drop to my breasts and he sucks each nipple in turn, sending a message straight to my clit.

I fumble with the hem of his T-shirt, clumsily trying to pull it up over his chest. I need skin on skin; I need my breasts naked against his chest. He releases my nipple from his mouth to pull the T-shirt off, exposing his ripped, muscular chest.

Grunting, he undoes his jean buttons and pulls them down, taking out each thick muscular leg in turn.

My breath comes out in jerky moans.

“If you keep whimpering like that, I’m not going to last.” Fixing a slow sexy smile on me, he pushes his boxers down to stand naked in front of me. His cock stands thick and powerful, pointing upwards, waiting for me.

I’m dickmatized.

“Take your jeans off.”

I swallow, my throat dry. I do as he demands until I’m standing naked before him.

For a moment, Tristan stands and watches me with a feral gaze that tells me exactly what he plans to do to me, and I wonder if I have bitten off more than I can chew. He lunges and sweeps me up by my thighs, so my wet core grinds against his stomach. Every step he takes causes hot friction as he gracefully walks me to the bed.

Then I’m dropped on the mattress. My arms fall over my head.

Climbing on top of me, he pushes my legs apart and stares down at my freshly shaved opening. His knees force my legs wider, and his hand travels downward. I gasp sharply as his fingers spread my lips apart.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Elena?” His voice is thick. “Lie back and let me take care of you tonight.”

I feel two fingers enter me and I shudder. My legs tighten against his knees like a vice as he starts to plunge his fingers in and out of me, groaning at the sound of my arousal.