WLUV Box Set: Ignited, Consumed, Burned (6 page)

Macy wasn’t sure if she lunged or if he leaned in, but her
lips were on his.

He grabbed her face in another hot kiss. It churned up
something that had been frozen inside her; she thought she’d had this part of
her life contained, dormant, boxed up for her own protection.

She was so wrong.

She was ravenous for contact with him she didn’t even want
their lips to separate, and she kissed back like she’d been starving for him.
Just like at dinner, she didn’t know how hungry she was until the plate was in
front of her. She devoured Wes.

Macy could feel Wes beneath his custom-made trousers and she
pushed into him with her hips; it was almost enough to bring her over the edge
right there.

“Gorgeous.” Wes growled the name that he’d apparently
decided to give her. She wrapped her leg around one of his. She wanted to feel
him against her, and couldn’t get close enough.

When the elevator stopped at her floor, she barely noticed.

He walked with his arm firmly around her waist as they
exited the elevator.

“Number,” he breathed the order into her ear.

“2026.” He steered her down the hall to her room. As she
worked the room key, Wes angled himself behind her and pressed into her. He
wrapped both arms around her stomach and nibbled at the back of her neck.  His
heated breath made her skin quiver.

She fumbled more with the card, and then passed it through.
Red light, Wes slid his hands on her hip bones and drew her back to him, making
her moan.

 “Concentrate G,” his voice hummed into her ear, hot and
low. She passed the card over the strip again. God yes, a green light!

Somehow they got the door open and she nearly fell into the
room as Wes kicked it shut. He stayed behind her, pushing against her with his
hands on her hips, and he didn’t stop until she wound up facing the window of
her 24
^th
floor room. She could see city lights below them, but at
night the tinted glass was more of a mirror than a window.

Macy’s hands were flat on the glass as Wes ran his hands up
and down her breasts, undoing buttons whenever he found them. Again her blouse
seemed to unravel as though it knew she was wanted to be exposed.

Macy pressed forward, her body reacting to Wes and then to
the cold glass, both sensations pulling some invisible string to the desire
center of her entire body.  She swayed and leaned her back into him. She
couldn’t stop moving, searching. She didn’t know what to touch, or how to focus
on all the sensations zipping through her skin.

She peeked at their reflection in the window; she was
enthralled to see Wes’s hands on her. Who was that in the reflection? Could it
really be Macy having this wild encounter? He looked up at the same instant. “I
want you to watch me touch you, Gorgeous.”        

Macy kept her eyes open. She’d let him order her dinner, and
that, she decided, was the gateway to letting him order her around in the
bedroom. Wes raked his rough hands across her breasts, pinching one nipple,
then the other, through her clothes. It was driving her wild.  He grabbed one
side of blouse and pulled it apart, the remaining buttons opened. The
reflection made it easy for him to see her, see everything, her breasts
threatened to spill out of her black lace bra.

“So gorgeous.” Wes rasped into her ear. Was it a question as
to what she wanted next? She had long since given up on stopping him from doing
what he was doing; she’d given in.

Wes stared at her for a few electric seconds, almost like he
was waiting for her to protest. Did he want her to say something? Was it her
last chance to get off this train? She would not, could not.

“Don’t stop.” Macy said it in a voice she didn’t recognize,
one almost as throaty as his. It was what he’d been waiting for, her final
acquiescence.

Wes slid his hand up her skirt, over her stocking, then
higher, to where the flesh of her thighs met. She was overwhelmed by this
assault on her senses.

His eyes were moving all over her, taking in everything from
her lacy bra, to her garters. “You come to work in this? I’m not sure I can
stand knowing that.”

Wes’s appreciation of her did something she couldn’t have
predicted, and she was shocked by how ready she was for him, just from his
words. But she could only moan and sigh in response. Words – her livelihood,
her bread and butter – seemed impossible at that moment.

And she was impatient, so impatient; Wes had slowed them
down when he saw her in the window reflection. He was enjoying watching her.
What he’d ignited quickly with a lightning strike he now seemed to want to stoke,
and slowly. Macy thought the slightest friction might send her over the edge.
She knew he was getting off watching her face, hearing her sigh. But she ached
and clenched for more; she was unleashed, and he seemed to relish it.

“Please,” was all she could say, she wanted the faster pace.
That’s who she always was, a person racing to the deadline. But Wes wanted to
prolong the moment, almost torturing her. Each stroke, each pinch, each kiss
created a more intense reaction from her. But Macy was now full speed ahead and
she didn’t want him to keep her in the slow lane.

Wes finally freed one of her breasts and squeezed the
nipple, hard. At the same time, he slid a long finger into her.

Macy heard a near scream escape her lips.

“I was right, you are a real ginger. I love that. You’re
going to come for me like this. Just like this Gorgeous.” Wes gathered her
breasts with his hands and squeezed one nipple then the other. She writhed
against his hand as he pinched her, and then he plunged another finger inside
of her.

“So perfect, so ready.” He whispered in her ear and she was shocked.
No one had ever said anything like that to her, or appreciated her during sex
like this.

Wes pressed against her while his hands did amazing things.
She closed her eyes and started to succumb to the rhythmic throbbing. She was
so close to her release…

“Look at us, Macy. Look at you.” She did as he commanded and
opened her eyes. There in the window, she watched Wes’s strong hands on her, in
her, everywhere, stroking and pushing until she couldn’t stand it.

“Wes.” His name came to her lips, like breathing. “Wes.” It
was almost a swoon. She rubbed up and down his front with her backside, threw
her head back as he breathed into her ear, her neck.

“Yes, Gorgeous, yes, just like that. Sexier than I ever
dreamed it.”

Wes turned her around and lifted her up in his arms before
her knees buckled.

He carried her to the giant hotel bed and set her down
gently. She was a bit dizzy, still floating from her climax— and the vodka too,
no doubt.

Wes took off his suit coat but never took his eyes off Macy.
Before she could say anything or come down enough to think rationally, he was
kissing her again.

“You taste so sweet. I want to see all of you.” Wes moved
backwards so she was laid out on the bed.

“I’m going to start here. These legs have been driving me
crazy.” Wes unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs. Her blouse was now
open, her panties nearly disintegrated. “I’m going to leave these garters on,
shoes too.” He ran his hands up from her ankle up to her panties and buried his
head there, pushing aside the flimsy material with his mouth.

Macy gasped as he plunged into her with his tongue. She
grabbed his thick hair and met his thrusts with her own. She was shocked,
overcome, thrilled at the even more intimate attention he gave her now.

“Just as sweet everywhere, Gorgeous.” Wes ripped at one side
of her lacy panties and they were gone. But he left the garter belt and
stockings on, as promised.

He straddled her, his hard length pushing up against her core.
That was all it took, and she could easily lose it again. More than anything
else, though, Macy wanted him inside her.

“Now, I want that top.” And Wes slid off her blouse and
raked both hands over the cups of her bra. Her breasts spilled over and the
underwire pushed them both up, a perfect fit for his mouth. He bit, sucked, and
licked them until she was nearly senseless.

Macy needed to feel Wes’s flesh; he was still fully clothed.
It was sexy as hell, but it was time.  She wanted skin.

She pushed and grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up, undoing
buttons, and then finding his mouth along the way. Their tongues entwined and
she used her lips to suck in his tongue, he returned it and it nearly drove her
mad with wanting. She was amazed she could be this aroused after what had
happened at the window, just moments ago.

She worked his leather belt open and pushed his pants and
boxers down as fast as she could. When she didn’t have the strength to lean
upright any longer, she sank back into the bed. Wes’s body over hers made her
gasp. Up to then she’d been with wiry men, men who ran marathons. Wes was
chiseled and all hard muscle. His huge shoulders, sculpted chest, abs and
everything below, were like Michelangelo to her eyes; he’s the gorgeous one,
she thought. She happily wondered if he would crush her.

His skin slid over hers and the two of them intertwined. It
was luscious, as if her skin was thirsty for his. Macy had to get her hands on
every part of him. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him. Perhaps
she could give him a taste of the treatment he’d subjected her to.

Oh god, she thought, he may well split her in two. Macy
moved her hand up and down, exploring, anticipating what he would feel like
inside of her.

Now it was Wes’s turn to groan, “Oh god G, I can’t last if
you do that.” Macy loved hearing and seeing what she did to him, loved knowing
he was as affected by her as she him.

Wes took both Macy’s hands over her head and braced them
with his. She cried out as he pulled at the puckered flesh of one nipple and
circled the other with his mouth. It was a riot of sensations, and Macy
squeezed her eyes shut so hard she was starting to see spots behind her eyes.

Wes lowered himself on to her and they both moaned as he
probed, tested.

He quickly ripped a condom open with his teeth, from whence
it came she did not know, and then he was back, closing in on her.

“Please now, please.” Macy had become monosyllabic. She
bucked, she was impatient.

 “Shh, Gorgeous. Open up for me.” Macy spread herself wide
and when Wes nudged in at first, she nearly screamed.

“See, you want this as much as I do,” Wes said as he played
with her, nudging in and out, but not deep enough.

“I’m begging you.” She needed a release, even though she’d
come just moments before. This had never happened before, this need, so close,
so soon, so intense. She’d heard about it but thought it was just bullshit they
wrote about in Cosmo. But right now it was all too real.

Wes freed her hands and grabbed her hips, gripping her so
hard it hurt, but in the most delicious way. He plunged deep, all the way,
hitting her core. She grabbed onto his shoulders as his thrusts nearly lifted her
off the bed.

She felt herself spasm around him and made an indefinable
noise as the width of him filled her.

“My god.” Wes murmured as he continued his exquisite rhythm.
Macy held on and tried not to finish too soon, but it was futile.

“I can’t hold on.” She managed to eke the words out, unsure
if he had any sense left to hear her.

“I’m right here with you…Come for me again, Gorgeous.”

That was all she needed.

Macy’s second orgasm of the night was even more intense; it
came from her center and moved outwards. Her entire body grasped and released
against Wes, the heat of him. She used all her strength to match his power but
in the end she could only hold on with her legs and arms as overcame her. The
spots behind her eyes were now a kaleidoscope of color and motion.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it.” Wes came at the same time she
exploded. They both collapsed, and slowly stroked each other as they worked to
catch their breath.

 Macy wasn’t exactly a wild woman. Until this moment, she’d
had a total of six lovers. Six. None of them had done what Wes did to her. She
was thrilled and scared by how it all felt. Where had this been all her life?

The three martinis and a fantastic fucking was enough to
render her nearly unconscious, and Macy started to drift off, her legs open,
with Wes still inside of her. She was trapped under his weight. He burrowed his
face into her neck and shoulder and she heard him mutter, “Gorgeous, my oh
my
…
Gorgeous.” She gave in again, this time, to sleep.

At about five a.m., she came to her senses.

Macy woke up to find Wes was sleeping deeply. They had
flipped at some point in the night and he was on his back, his chest a
magnificent sight. Macy had nuzzled into the crook of his arm.

She looked at Wes’s sleeping face. It was beautiful. Awake,
he was handsome, dangerous, and challenging. Asleep, he was touchable,
vulnerable…and completely at her mercy. In that moment, she envisioned climbing
on top of him and controlling everything.

She stopped her train of thought. This train would derail
her. This, whatever it was, was good for him, but not for her. Sure it was
spectacular, but it was just sex. Okay, it was mind-blowing sex. Ultimately, it
was something that would make him lose respect for her at work. This was a
bullet train heading straight into the side of a wall.

Macy blushed as the previous night played out in her memory.

Apparently, her new limit was going to have to be one
martini and zero Wes. Oh, my.

Lying there in the predawn hours, she considered playing
drunk, rolling on top of him, softly kissing his lips.

But Macy wasn’t drunk, and she wasn’t stupid. She was
embarrassed that she'd lost control, that she'd let this man turn her head, and
do things to her. She couldn’t face him after all the wanting she’d displayed
last night.