The Domville 2 (The Domville #2) (6 page)

‘Hi, I just wanted to
come and thank you for my champagne,’ I managed to utter in a breathless tone.

‘You’re welcome,’ he
replied, with a husky and very sensual rasp to his tone. He offered his hand to
me. ‘Simon.’

I placed mine in his
and felt his strong fingers curl around my hand as he gave me the sexiest smile
I’d ever seen. ‘Li … Anna,’ I stuttered, changing my mind at the last second
about giving him my real name.

‘Leanna, beautiful name
for a beautiful lady,’ he winked, his eyes flitting down my body again. I took
the chance to do the same to his, while resisting rolling my eyes at the cheesy
line. O God, he worked out. I could tell from the way his jacket clung to his
powerful biceps and the material straining around his rugby player thighs.

‘Are you trying to
flatter me,’ I smiled, disappointed at the loss of contact as he pulled his
hand away.

‘No, I’m trying to get
you into my bed, Leanna. What will it take to make that happen?’ he asked with
a wolfish grin. I gasped, shocked. No one had ever been that upfront with me.
Was he serious? My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to think how
to respond. ‘I don’t believe in beating around the bush,’ he stated, holding my
gaze. ‘I find you attractive. Ever since you walked into the bar all I can
think about is how much I want to see you naked. To run my hands, lips and
tongue over your body. To fuck you until you can’t walk.’

‘I … I …’ I shook my
head, still stunned and unbelievably turned on at his direct, yet crude,
approach.

‘Life’s too short to
deny our desires, Leanna. We could sit here making polite conversation for the
next few hours, both knowing that all we want to do is rip each other’s clothes
off and go at it on the bar, or we can skip the small talk and get straight to
the pleasure. I’m only here in London for two nights. I’m not looking for a
relationship, hell I wasn’t even looking for sex, but … there’s something about
you that I can’t ignore. I hate regrets. I already have too many in my life and
I made a conscious decision that I was never going to have any again. I know I
risk you slapping me and walking away, but it’s a risk worth taking if there’s
the remotest possibility that I end the evening with my cock inside you.’

‘What if I’m simply not
interested,’ I managed to reply, shifting on my heels, pressing my thighs
together firmly to try and ease the pressure of my tingling clit. No one had
ever spoken dirty to me before. I was both disgusted and extremely turned on, in
equal measures, which was very confusing.

‘Then you’re lying to
yourself. Your cheeks are flushed and you can’t control your breathing. Your
large nipples are protruding, making me want to lean forward and bite one and
you keep rubbing your thighs together because your sweet little pussy is on
fire at the thought of what a total stranger wants to do to it,’ he confirmed,
with a cocky smirk. Damn him, my skin was prickling and my knickers were
dampening at the thought of getting wild and uninhibited with a man I didn’t
even know. Mandy did this all the time. This was normal, one night hook ups. I
didn’t know anyone that hadn’t had at least one, one night stand in their
lives. I was the odd one out. But then why did it feel so illicit?
You’re
engaged and supposed to be getting married tomorrow that’s why,
a small
voice in my head reminded me. I glugged on my champagne, trying to give myself another
few seconds to process the internal war raging inside me. Was Mandy right? If I
became Mrs. Brady Collins, would I always regret the fact that he’d experienced
sex with someone else and I hadn’t? Would it really be that wrong to try it?
After all, he’d done it and I had his permission.

‘I’ve never done
anything like this before,’ I whispered, embarrassed that I was even
entertaining the thought. I set my glass down, my hands visibly shaking, some
of the crisp, bubbling, yellow liquid spilling over the edge and coating my
fingers. I let go and went to grab a tissue to wipe them clean, but my breath
hitched as Simon grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips. I inhaled sharply,
holding my breath as he parted his lips and slowly took my damp fingers to his
mouth and sucked. Holy shit. I shivered involuntarily as he sucked powerfully.
My God, what that would feel like on my clit!

‘Then let me show you
how it’s done,’ he murmured, sliding my fingers from his mouth, capturing them
in one of his hands as he looked up at me, flames burning in his eyes.

‘Let me just go and
freshen up first,’ I confirmed. My whole body was aching with need. The need to
fuck
. It was something I’d never experienced before. Yes, I’d wanted sex
with Brady, but I’d never imagined him pounding into me as I screamed his name.
This was a serious step. If I did this it could change everything. Yesterday my
future had been mapped out. Now the path ahead was so unclear. I definitely
needed a moment before I made this momentous decision.

‘Don’t be long. You
have no idea how hard I am for you right now.’

I gulped and nodded,
looking around for the toilets and saw a corridor down the side of the bar. I
flicked a glance over my shoulder to look at Mandy for her support, but she’d
vanished. I realised that the piano wasn’t playing. So it seemed hot sex with a
stranger was on the cards for both Roberts girls today. I quickly made my way
to the ladies and saw that someone was already waiting outside the door. I
darted into the disabled toilet, leaning back on the marble tiled wall as I
tried to catch my breath and calm myself down. This was crazy! I went to wash
my hands and looked at my face in the ornate, antique framed mirror that
spanned the sink, sunk into a sparkling glittered granite countertop. I looked
like I’d already had sex, my face was that flushed with desire. I wondered how
Brady had felt when he was about to have sex with that other woman. Had he been
excited at the thought of trying someone new, or had he been nervous and full
of guilt? Or maybe a cocktail of all those emotions, as that’s how I was
feeling right now. I quickly opened my clutch and pulled out my phone. Some
part of me needed him right now, wanted his advice. Some things, once done,
could never be undone. As I swiped my finger across the screen to open my home
page, I saw a text message from him.

I hope you’ve had an
amazing day, pumpkin. I’m back home with Roger, thinking about you. I love you,
Lisa. I’ll never love anyone the way that I love you and its killing me
wondering if you’re already in someone else’s bed. Touching their body, the way
you touch mine. The thought of someone else having their hands on you makes my
blood boil, but I made you feel like that. I slept with someone else. I hate
that it hurt you. As much as it will kill me for you to have been with someone
else, I’ll never forgive myself if you don’t do it. It’s only fair. Just
promise me that you’ll be honest with me tomorrow. Don’t lie to me or try to
spare my feelings. If you choose to stay with me, to walk up that aisle and
agree to spend the rest of your life with me, it will have been worth it. If
you don’t, well I guess it will have spared you years of pretence, of making do
when you were never satisfied. Nothing you do will ever stop me loving or
wanting you, but much as I want you, I want your happiness more. All my love,
regardless of what happens, forever. Brady xx

‘Brady,’ I whispered,
clutching my phone to my chest for a moment with a heavy sigh. I grabbed a
tissue from my clutch and dabbed at my damp eyes. He was amazing. He was
everything, but he was right. I had to know if we stood a chance at our future.
I tucked my phone and tissue back in my bag and applied my lip gloss, fluffed
up my hair and straightened my dress. Blowing out a short sharp breath I
marched confidently to the door. I could do this. I
wanted
this. I flung
open the door and gasped to see Simon leaning back against the opposite wall,
his arms folded across his expansive chest. He licked his lower lip again as he
studied me, frozen in the doorway. I’d expected to have another minute to
decide what to say to him when I returned to the bar. I could virtually see the
steam coming from his nostrils as he pushed himself off the wall and took a few
powerful strides towards me. ‘Shit,’ I murmured under my breath. It was now or
never.

Lisa

Before I knew what
was happening, hot lips were crushing mine, hands gripping and kneading my
backside and a wall of muscle pressed against my body. I’d never felt urgency
like it as he walked me back into the toilet, only breaking away to lock the
door behind him.

‘I have a suite,’ I gasped, reaching up to touch my swollen lips. I’d
never kissed anyone but Brady. He turned back to face me, running a hand
through his hair.

‘So do I, but that’s wasting valuable time when I can have you here.’ He
advanced on me again and I moaned as he caught me, one strong arm around my
waist, his free hand palming my face as he kissed me again. This time I
responded. These weren’t the tender, gentle kisses that I was used to. They
were forceful, aggressive and so damn hot. I felt dizzy from the desire
flooding my system, my whole body humming with need, so loud I was sure he
could hear it. Another strangled moan caught in my throat. He took advantage of
my lips parting to plunge his tongue deep inside me, to dance with mine. The
sensations building in my mouth and exploding in my head felt like I had a
mouthful of popping candy, but even better. I snaked my arms up around his
neck, returning the grind of his hips against mine. I could feel his hardness
quivering against my stomach, the fingers of his left hand grasping at my
backside. This was sexual hunger like I’d never known it before. ‘Fuck, I want
you,’ he groaned, breaking our lip lock for a moment, leaving me feeling empty
and bereft.

‘Take me then.’ I blinked up at him, shocked to hear those words leave my
lips. Mandy would be high fiving me right now. He clasped my face with both
hands, kissing me again as he backed me against the sink unit. My hands moved
to slide around his slim waist, feeling the taut muscles of his back, before
slipping down to clutch his tight backside. As his lips meandered across my
cheek, to kiss and nibble my neck, his fingers clasped my zip and tugged at it,
pulling it all the way down to my lower back. Little sparks of electricity
coursed through my skin where his fingers brushed. I’d never felt so alive and
aware of my body. I wriggled to assist as he tugged the material of Mandy’s
dress off my shoulders and slid it down my arms. A growl escaped his lips when
he saw that I was braless. My tits were in great shape. They were the feature
of my body that I was most proud of. I mewled as strong hands cupped them,
squeezing them together, his thumbs rubbing over my sensitive and peaked
nipples.

‘Great tits,’ he uttered, his eyes virtually on stalks. ‘I’m going to
fuck those later.’

I looked up at him wide eyed. Fuck my tits? Was that even possible? I
squealed as he dipped his head, his teeth biting hard on one of my nipples,
stiffening it even further. He sucked and bit harder, my back arching,
shoulders back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. Shit, I could feel an
inferno blazing in my very core. I’d never been so desperate to have someone
inside me. His mouth continued to work on one nipple, his fingers on the other,
pinching and rolling, pulling more squeals of pleasure from my throat. I
clasped the back of his head as I looked up at the ceiling. This time last
night I’d been staring at my own ceiling, feeling deflated. What a difference twenty-four
hours could make. I moaned loudly as a felt a hand skim my stomach and slip
down into my knickers, brushing against my pulsing clit. I jolted as he pressed
it firmly and began to rub.

‘Shit,’ I gasped.

‘So wet, Leanna. I can’t wait to dip my tongue inside you and see if you
taste as good as I’d imagined,’ he mumbled between continued bites and suckling
of my engorged nipple.

‘Simon, please,’ I begged, not sure what I was asking for. I was in a
toilet of a six star hotel, with a stranger sucking my breast and his fingers
in my knickers. This was crazy.  I was wound so tightly, I just wanted to come.
He slowly pulled away, removed his hand from between my legs and forced his
fingers into my mouth.

‘Suck.’ That one command had my legs trembling and my knickers flooding.
I sealed my lips around his digits, coated with my arousal. Musky and aromatic.
I did as I was told, holding his gaze as I did. Sucking hard, then soft,
swirling my tongue around the tips of his fingers. I grasped his wrist, holding
him tightly as I worked on him, just like I worked on Brady’s cock. I loved the
taste of Brady filling my mouth, spilling his seed down the back of my throat.
I wondered how Simon would taste. ‘Fuck,’ he gasped. He yanked his fingers from
my mouth and grasped the dress, pooled around my hips. He pushed it down over
them until it slithered down my thighs to gather around my ankles on the highly
polished floor. For a split second I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I
was standing in just my damp knickers and
come fuck me
heels and he was
fully dressed. He soon rectified that by stepping forward and tugging my
knickers down to my ankles, making me step out of them. ‘You have no idea how
damn sexy you are, do you? Touch yourself for me.’

‘What?!’ I exclaimed, looking at him horrified. I’d never even
masturbated in front of Brady.

‘I want to watch you make yourself come.’ He cocked his head, one hand
reaching down to squeeze his shaft through his trousers. This was a serious WTFWMD
situation.
What the fuck would Mandy do?!
She’d go for it, she had no
inhibitions at all. She may not have a Brady, but she had the most amazing sex
life.

‘I will if you will,’ I countered bravely, forcing myself not to cover my
breasts and swollen nipples out of embarrassment.

‘Done,’ he winked, rapidly extracting himself and running his palm down
his turgid quivering length. I captured a soft moan in my mouth as I watched,
mesmerised. I’d never seen another penis before. I really had no idea how Brady
stacked up in that department. Simon looked large, but oddly not as large as
Brady. Did that mean sex was going to be just as disappointing? It was hard to
believe it could be, given the chemistry sizzling between us now. ‘Finger
yourself, Leanna,’ came Simon’s voice, laced with impatience. I broke out of my
daze, virtually panting to see his fast, hard strokes squeezing his shaft, his
swollen head glistening with pre-come. I couldn’t help wondering what he’d
taste like, if I’d get a chance to take him in my mouth. My patience to come
was being sorely tested, so I wasted no time in tracing a path down to my clit
and rubbing it firmly. I wasn’t Lisa Roberts tonight. I was Leanna. A sexually
adventurous woman who had no problem fucking, or putting on a show, for a man
she was never going to see again after one night of unbridled passion. I was
right in the middle of one of my mummy porn novels. If I was going to do this,
I may as well do it right. No regrets.

‘O God,’ I cried, spreading my legs wider to part my puffy, slick lips
and apply two fingers to my clit. I circled it with the fury of a Tasmanian
Devil, my hips rotating in response.

‘Eyes on me,’ he barked, panting for air as his hand pumped his shaft
faster and faster. I did as I was told, struggling to keep them open. Pleasure
was battering my body in forceful waves, my toes cramping in my heels, my
breasts tingling and aching. ‘I want you soaking, I want you to come, then I’m
going to bend you over that counter and lick you clean until I’m ready to sink
my cock inside you and ride you until you’re hoarse from screaming.’

‘Please,’ I begged. I could picture it in my head and
hell
did I
want that. It was intoxicating to be desired so badly. For a man to want to throw
me down and
fuck
me, instead of making love. It was every fantasy I’d
ever had, come true. ‘O God I’m … I’m  …’

‘Come for me,’ he growled, his eyes alive with excitement, boring into
mine, giving away exactly what he had planned for me. I tensed as sparks flew
up my spine, the top of my head tingling with anticipation as I panted. This
was the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life. I bit my lip to muffle my
scream as my climax ravaged me from the inside out. The tremors continued to
run as Simon’s nostrils flared and he grunted, watching me fall apart in front
of him. Trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t tear my eyes off his hand pumping
his shaft. Figuring I may as well go all in, I dropped to my knees in front of
him, wrapped my hand around his and guided his crown into my mouth, gently
licking his tip as I did. He shuddered and muttered some expletives, before
pulling his hand away and clasping the back of my head. The scent of him was
heady and I sucked eagerly. I’d never had any complaints about my blow job
technique and it seemed I wasn’t going to get any tonight. After a few rough
and forceful pumps he groaned, ramming himself right into the back of my
throat, unleashing a torrent of come that I swallowed without a second thought.
‘Jesus,’ he uttered.

I felt him gently pulling my head away, then he helped me to my feet, his
lips crashing back down onto mine in a heated and frenzied kiss. His hands roved
all over my body, never sure where to stop or what to grope next. I nearly fell
over as he quickly spun me around, one hand on the back of my neck, forcing me
to fold myself over the sink. ‘Simon?’

‘The scent of you is driving me insane. I need to bury my face in you,
drink you dry and have your legs shake around my ears. By the time I’m done,
you’ll be primed to take my cock. Christ, if I thought I loved your tits, they
have nothing on this arse of yours,’ he exclaimed, his palms sweeping over it
and fingers crudely squeezing. I turned my cheek on the cool granite countertop,
closing my eyes as I felt him glide down the back of my body to kneel on the
floor behind me. ‘Spread them wider, I want to see it all.’

I did as I was told, sliding each foot further apart, shivering as the
air conditioning took away some of the heat that was converging between my
thighs. I’d never had oral from behind, always on my back. Now Brady was
skilled when it came to his tongue, I wondered if I was about to be
disappointed.
Brady!
I was suddenly hit with a ball of guilt. What I was
doing was wrong. Permission or no permission. ‘Simon, I can’t … shit,’ I cried,
cut off mid-sentence as he did as he’d threatened and buried his face into my pussy.
If I thought I’d felt the peak of his powers of suction on my nipple, I was
very wrong. Tears prickled at my eyes as he sucked and used his teeth to gently
bite my oversensitive clit, sliding two fingers deep inside me at the same time
to caress my g-spot. O hell. Simon was skilled. I was well and truly fucked.
All thoughts of guilt were erased as he built me higher and higher, lashing,
nibbling, sucking and nipping. My hands stretched upwards, fingers curling
tightly around the taps. I needed something to grip hard, to try and help
muffle the screams that I wanted to expel. I thrust back against his probing
fingers, wondering how much better his cock would feel inside me. I was on the
verge of coming when he slowly extracted them and I heard him sucking them
clean with a groan. He returned to fuck me with his tongue. I could feel my
excitement coating his face, easing the prickle of his stubble rubbing my inner
thighs. Whimpers and mewls spewed from my mouth as he expertly ate me. My whole
body tensed in an instant as I felt him grip my backside and spread my cheeks
wide, his tongue slowly trailing upwards.

‘Simon?’ I squeaked, frantically looking around behind me, unable to see
anything to reassure me.

‘I love your backside, Leanna. I want to taste all of you, fuck all of
you,’ he groaned, the tip of his tongue circling my very intimate and puckered
opening. My eyes widened in horror and surprise as he licked and probed
forcefully. Was that normal? Did people
do
stuff like that? Brady and I
never had. Right now I was wondering why the hell not. It was disgusting, but
at the same time so dirty and …
amazing.
I closed my eyes and moaned
loudly, my fingers turning white from gripping the taps so tightly. As he
lapped at me, he buried his index finger back in my pussy, pumping and turning
it a few times. Before I knew what was happening, I felt pressure and flowered
open as he sank his finger into my backside, knuckle deep.

‘O God!’ I cried, clenching tightly.

‘So damn tight, I can’t wait to slide my cock into your arse, Leanna. I’m
not sure which, of your pussy or backside, I want the most.’ His voice was low
and husky, belying just how turned on he was at the thought of it. I trembled
as he slid his finger in and out, I’d never experienced anything like it. I had
no idea I was so sensitive back there, how many dense nerve endings I had that
could bring so much pleasure.