What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [77]
Why bother lying? “I love it. It scared me at first, but now I crave it.”
“You’ve done very, very well, Little Mary Sunshine,” he growled, “so here’s a reward.” And with that, he plunged the object of her lust into her waiting pussy.
As usual, she cried out. Mmm, God—she wasn’t lying about his size or how incredible it felt inside her. She parted her legs as wide as possible to welcome his thrusts.
Soon, though, he wrapped his arms around her waist and she curled her legs around his hips, and he carried her to the couch while still inside her. He eased back onto the creamy brown leather, which left her straddling him. “Oh, Brent,” she purred as hot lust rushed through her veins, “you feel even bigger like this.”
He cast a cocky grin. “I know. That’s why I brought you over here.”
In fact, it was almost a challenge to ride him in this position, with all her weight on him. She grew used to it as she found her rhythm—but she couldn’t help moaning deeply with every undulation, feeling truly impaled on his magnificent shaft.
“Oh God,” she groaned as he filled her, as she moved on him. “Oh God, oh God.”
“Work that sweet pussy, honey,” he said low, his dirty talk intoxicating to her now.
Oh God, this was so good, so hot. Without kinky settings or special costumes or disciplinary roles. It was steamy and perfect just to fuck him, in a T-shirt, on his couch. Like normal people. Normal lovers. With that thought in mind, she shut her eyes, let her body guide her swaying movements, and came.
Moments later, he came, too, after which she sank against him—truly, utterly exhausted from so much sex in less than twelve hours. She still managed to smile into his eyes, though, to say, “This is the first time I’ve been on top with you.”
His warm hands gripped the curves of her waist, under her shirt. “You look good up there, baby. Confident. Like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“I do,” she teased him. “Your big, perfect cock.”
“Damn, I love to hear you talk sexy now. What a difference a few days make. You say ‘cock’ now like it’s nothing.”
“Oh, it’s far from nothing,” she assured him. “It’s my favorite part of you.”
He grinned, kissed her, and she wanted to melt in his arms. They rested together like that, until finally Brent said, “I’m afraid if we don’t get up, I’m gonna fall back asleep, and I have work to do today.”
Coming out of a sleepy comfort of her own, Jenna smiled into his eyes. “More fantasies to plan for me?”
He tilted his head. “You’re not my only guest, you know.”
Actually, she’d sort of forgotten that. He’d made her feel so special. “But the others are guys, right?”
“Right.”
“And you don’t take part in their fantasies, right?”
“Right again.” Then his eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?”
She tried to slough if off. “You don’t know by now that I’m nosy and inquisitive?”
“Crazy me—I forgot. And by the way, just so you know, no fantasy for you tonight.”
Still snuggling with him on the couch, she tried to hide her disappointment. “No?”
“Last night was a lot. You need some downtime. You have that spa appointment today at two, but the rest of your time is your own until you get new instructions tomorrow. Enjoy,” he said with a wink.
But she would have enjoyed it much more if her plans had included him.
They took turns in the shower, and while he was in the bathroom, she couldn’t help herself—she went back to that photo album. Able to look a bit more slowly now, she found pictures of young Brent at some sort of formal dance, with the same plain girl as before, although she looked prettier here in a blue gown with her hair piled on her head. She saw what appeared to be family pictures at Christmastime: Brent and a teenage sister—who did look like him—with his parents, opening presents; Brent wearing a Santa hat, making a silly face for the camera. She also stumbled upon college graduation pictures: Brent in a cap and gown. But he looked sullen in them compared to his friends.
As she climbed back on the golf cart with Brent a little while later, heading back into the wild world of the Hotel