Passion's Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1) (12 page)

“One room or two?” he asked, his voice hoarse with arousal.

She just smiled.  “What do you think?”

His grin was wicked.  “Baby, you don’t wanna know what I’m thinking.  You wanna grab a bite to eat first?”  He nodded toward the restaurant attached to the motel.  “The pancake house is still open.”

She put her hand around the back of his head, threading her fingers through his long, silky hair, holding him in place while she angled her chin and started nibbling on his full lower lip.  Then she slowly let her eyes drift up the hard, masculine contours of his face until they met his.  When she spoke her voice was as husky as his.  “It’s not pancakes I’m hungry for.”

“Right.”  Without releasing her gaze, he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door.  He backed out of the car, his movements graceful and unhurried despite what had to be a very painful hard-on.  “Hold that thought.”

Within minutes he was back, driving them around to the back of the motel and parking in front of room 189.  Without saying a word, he came around and opened her door for her, then made short work of getting their luggage out of the trunk and ushering her inside the room.  Dropping the bags on the floor, he pulled her into his arms and his mouth once again descended on hers, crushing her resistance.

Ha!  Like she had any left.
  Juice gushed from her pussy.  By now her panties were so wet they had soaked through to her jeans.  She could smell herself and knew he could smell her, too.  His next words confirmed it.

“Christ, Leah, you smell so sweet, so ripe, so ready for the taking”.  He groaned against her mouth and all of a sudden, control gone, he realized he was slamming her against the door.  Her legs flew around his waist, placing her heated pussy against his denim-covered cock and suddenly they were yanking at each other’s clothes in a frenzy to get them off.  Mouths still fused, she wrestled with the buttons on his shirt, while he pushed up her tee, baring her breasts. 
Oh, my God, these are so goddamn perfect. 
His breathing roughened as he palmed her breasts, abrading her taut nipples, sliding his hands beneath them, lifting them, squeezing them together, and smashing them flat against her chest, swallowing her little squeals of pleasure.  He tore his mouth away from hers.  “I never want to hear you call yourself fat again.  These breasts are perfect.  Most women would kill to have them.  And your ass is the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.  So if you ever badmouth yourself again, you will get a spanking, do you understand me?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded.  Frantic to feel his skin against hers, she yanked the final button through the button hole and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, halfway down his arms.  Pressing her breasts against the hard contours of his chest, she threw her arms around his back in a tight embrace.  Their mouths ripped apart, the breath sawing in and out of their lungs.

“Stand up a sec,” he ordered.

She whimpered in protest, but lowered her legs.  He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs along with her sodden panties.

“Step out,”

Quickly she toed off her shoes and stepped out.  In the meantime, he was busy unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans—
Good Lord, he’s not wearing any underwear—
shoving them down around his thighs, revealing his enormous cock, dark purple-y red and dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. 
Oh.  My.  God. 
She stared at it, dry-mouthed, as it sprang free from its denim prison, straightening and seeming to grow before her very eyes.  His testicles hung beneath it like two ripe plums.  Then she lost sight of it as he bent nearly double to shove his jeans down around his ankles.  He had to leave them there because they were too tight to get off over his shoes.

Swiftly he straightened, pulled her tee over her head, and shrugged out of his own shirt, dropping both on the floor with her jeans.  Grabbing her beneath her ass, he lifted her.  She threw her legs around him and let out a shuddering moan as she felt the flared head of his cock probe the entrance to her pussy. 
Oh, God, yes! 
She’d never been so aroused in her life.  Had never thought she was even
capable
of being so aroused.  She, who had never had an orgasm from a man was about to have one that was going to be
epic!
 
Yes!  Yes! 
Her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants as he pressed her back against the door with his upper body and began to push inside her.

Suddenly he flexed his hips backward, pulling out of her. “Leah—“

“Noooo,” she moaned.  “Don’t stop.  Why did you stop?”

A groan ripped from his throat.  He pressed his forehead to hers.  “Condom.”

“Noooo.”

“Yes.  Stand up, baby.”

“Noooo,” she protested again, even as she loosened her legs and let them fall to the floor.  He bent down and grabbed his jeans, yanking them back up his legs so hard, he lost his balance and nearly fell flat on his face.  Righting himself with effort, he dug his hand into his back pocket and seized his wallet, but the stupid thing wouldn’t come out. 
Christ,
it was stuck! 
Of all the goddamn—
with one last yank, the wallet came free. 
Finally!  Jesus! 
Flipping it open, he retrieved a foil packet.  Dropping the wallet, he ripped open the wrapper and sheathed himself in the latex.

Leah’s hands went to his bare shoulders.  She was bouncing up and down in her impatience.  “Clay, hurry.  Please.  Fuck me.  I want to feel you inside me, I
need
to feel you inside me.”

God,
he needed that, too.  More than he’d ever needed anything in his life.  “I know, baby, I know.  But I’ve never gone bareback before.”

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her.  “I-I’m clean, Clay,” she said with a little hitch in her voice.  “After Richard’s philandering, I had myself tested, just to reassure myself.”

He paused at her words. 
She
was reassuring
him! 
Usually it was the other way around. 

“No, baby, that’s not it.  I trust you.  I just want to make sure you’re safe.  That you do trust me.”

“Please, Clay, I trust you.  I know you would never hurt me.  And I’m on the pill.”

His face was agony as need wrestled with caution.  God forgive him, he was actually thinking about it, thinking about how delicious it would feel to slide into her welcoming sheath and feel her heated wetness bathing his skin.  He’d never felt that before and to feel it with
this
woman, of all women—Lips compressed, he shook his head.  “I want to, Leah.  God knows, I want that more than anything.  But this is not something we can decide right now.  This is something we can negotiate later when we’re both thinking straight and not driven by sheer lust. So for now…”

Once again grabbing her buttocks, he straightened, pulling her legs up around his waist.  But he didn’t try to enter her.  He just allowed his upper body to sag against her, the pressure of his weight holding her against the door.  “I’m clean, too, Leah.  I had myself checked out six months ago, even though I didn’t need to be.  I haven’t been with a woman for three years.” 

“Three—“shock ripped the rest of her sentence from her throat. 
Three years?

“Not since that day I held you on the beach.”

“Oh, my God.  Clay—“She didn’t know what to say.

His laugh was a short bark.  “Not from lack of trying, either.  At least at first.  I went to clubs…tried to scene…no one appealed to me.”

She just stared at him. 
He hasn’t been with a woman since the day he met me on the beach!
She lifted her hands to frame his face.  The turmoil in his smoky black eyes was reflected in hers.  “Clay…”  It just slipped out, a sigh so soft it was barely heard.  “I haven’t been with anyone for that long either.”

His hands flexed on her buttocks.  “I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” he admitted.  “But you were more than just a mere memory.  It was like you had become a part of me.  Like you had been imprinted on my heart, on my very soul.”  He paused.  “This was meant to be, Leah—this—you and me.  I don’t understand it.  I can’t explain it.  But ever since that day, you have belonged to me.  I thought I had lost you forever, but now that I’ve found you again, I’m never letting you go.  So, if you have any reservations about this, tell me now, before I take you.  Because once I take you I’m never going to stop.  I won’t be able to stop.  Do you want that, Leah?”

She couldn’t speak—could only form one single word in her mind. 
Yes

“Are you ready for me now?”

Yes! 
She was so wet, she was dripping onto the floor.

Yes!  Oh, God, yes!

He flexed his hips against hers, sliding his cock up and down her slit, bathing it in her slippery juices, coating it with her lust.  “You like that?”

She just moaned and gave a delicate little shudder.

“God, I love those little sounds you’re making, but I need them to be louder.”  He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck, sending his lips and tongue on a tour of her ear, licking and sucking and making her shiver and squirm and utter little squeals of passion.  “That’s better.  But I want you to be louder still.”

He adjusted her hips so the head of his cock was resting at the entrance to her vagina.

Leah sucked in her breath and held it as if she were preparing for a deep-water dive.  She pressed back against the door, her entire body tight with anticipation.

With a roll of his hips, his cock head parted her succulent flesh, sliding into her around two inches. 
Jesus Fucking H. Christ, she’s tight! 
Pausing to catch his breath, he pulled out around halfway and thrust again, this time penetrating her a little farther.  Her rippling muscles squeezed him like a fist, ripping a groan from the depths of his throat.  He repeated the process several times until finally he was fully seated within her, his balls tapping gently against her asshole.  With a sigh he lowered his forehead to hers.  Both were damp with sweat.

Leah was nearly sobbing with a mixture of pain, relief, and frustration.  Pain because,
geez,
he was so
big,
stretching her pussy more than it had ever been stretched before.  Filling her as she’d never been filled before.  Relief because he had finally penetrated her, frustration because he was just resting there, not moving.  And she desperately needed him to move.  “Please, Clay,” she begged, trying to push her hips forward to get him to start thrusting, “please…please fuck me.  I need you to fuck me.”

But her efforts proved fruitless.  His hands on her ass kept her firmly in place, his cock throbbing deep inside her.  “All in good time, my love.  You’re so goddamn tight!  But when I do fuck you, I want you to scream for me.”  His voice was little more than a growl.  “I want you to scream your pleasure.  And I want you to scream out my name so everybody within a five-block radius of this hotel will know who’s giving you that pleasure.”

A shuddering moan ripped from her throat.  God, the words he used!  Nobody had ever talked to her like this before.  She didn’t even know people
did
talk like this.  She just knew that it stoked her arousal so high, she feared the fire flowing through her veins would incinerate her.  She released a shaky sigh as he flexed his hips backward, slowly withdrawing until only the flared head remained inside her.

Shifting his grip on her bottom, Clay removed one hand and reached between their bodies.  With a powerful roll of his hips, he drove his full length back into her just as he pushed his thumb against her clit.  She shrieked, releasing a series of shuddering pants in an effort to drag air into her lungs.  “That’s it, baby,” he murmured.  “Scream for me.”  He began pumping his hips, thrusting in and out, his thumb circling her clit so hard she let out another squeal of pure pleasure.  She had never felt anything like this before and she didn’t think she would survive long enough to feel it ever again.

Clay increased both the force and the speed of his thrusts, looking down to watch the lascivious sight of his cock pummeling in and out of her pussy, slamming her against the door.  The room echoed with their cries and moans and the unmistakably wet, sucking sounds of sex as his flesh slapped against hers.

Leah felt something inside her body coiling, growing tighter and tighter.  “Clay…”it was a shivery little moan.

“Louder,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he neared his climax.  “Get ready to come, Leah.  I’m so goddamn close.  Call my name.”

“Clay.”

‘Louder.”

“Clay!”  The coil was tightening, her entire body becoming rigid as she arched her neck and back.  “Clay!”

“Louder, Leah.”  He was thrusting even faster, circling her clit like mad.  “They can’t hear you in the lobby.  Let everyone know that I am the man giving you all this pleasure.  Get ready, love, get ready to come on my command.”

“Clay!”

“Now, Leah!  Now!  Come now!”

“Claayy!” 
Her body surged upward, as she dragged oxygen to the bottom of her lungs and held it there until she thought they were going to burst.  Then they did burst.  “
Clay!  Clay!  Claaaaayyyy!”
  She exploded in a cataclysm of burning fire, scintillating light and a shrill, ululating sound that she only belatedly realized was her own voice screaming at the top of her lungs, “
Claaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!”
She felt Clay’s penis grow and thicken within her, then he, too, was coming.  Crying out, he ground his groin hard against her sex, his body rigid as his hot seed erupted into the condom in burst after burst of pleasure.