Unwrapped (7 page)

Lacey moans.

I feel her body clench around me and I’m lost,
undone, spiraling out into some other reality where nothing matters
but her taste and flesh and shuddering skin and the pulse of me,
inside her, curling higher until I find it, there, just right, and
she she shatters with a cry.

Jesus.

I catch my breath, dizzy. My mind is still black
with lust and I know, I can’t take it anymore, not a single second
more without burying my cock inside her, hard and fast. I position
myself above her body, parting her thighs wider, ready to slam
myself in her body and send her to heaven again—

“Hey!” A foreign shout splinters through my
haze. “You, over there!”

***

I jerk my head up in time to see light
blazing through an open door at the other end of the pool. A
security guard shines his torch over towards us, paused,
uncertain.

“Fuck!” Daniel curses. My orgasm is still
pulsing through me, a giddy heaven in my veins, but I manage to
roll out from under him in a flash and dive for our pile of
discarded clothing. Daniel seems frozen, unsure what to do, and I
realize that a good boy like him would probably wait around and
surrender rather than run.

“Move!” I yell, tossing him his sweats and
taking off for the door, my heart racing like thunder in my
chest.

“Wait, get back here!” The guard yells, breaking
into a run, but we don’t stop. I dart out the side door like my
feet are on fire, clutching my dress to my naked body. Daniel slams
it shut behind us and takes off after me as I heads for the
elevator.

I stab the button, yanking my dress over my
head. My underwear is still somewhere back by the pool, and I feel
a pang for those cute panties, but that’s quickly replaced by panic
as the guard emerges from the pool area, huffing for breath. He
sees us down the hall here, and starts towards us.

I hit the button again, “Come on, come on …”

“Take the stairs!” Daniel calls. He grabs my
hand and yanks me after him as he sprints for the stairwell. He
throws the door open and pulls me through, racing up the stairs two
at a time.

The sight of his naked ass bouncing up the
stairs is too much for me. The craziness of the situation hits me
all at once, and I stop, suddenly overcome with laughter. “Wait,
wait!” I exclaim, gasping.

He turns to check if I’m OK, but I can’t stop
laughing. “Which floor are we on?” I ask, through spluttering
laughter.

Daniel stares back, blank for a minute, and I
realize my dress is clinging to my damp body, my hair wet against
my face.

“I … don’t know!” He starts laughing too,
clutching his bunched up sweats over his naked crotch.

“Oh God!” I shake, clutching the railing for
support. He fumbles in the bundle of clothing to find our keycard.
“Four oh six!” he declares.

“Shit” I yank his hand, still giggling. “We’re
going the wrong way!”

I pull him back downstairs again in a mad dash,
our bare feet thumping on the carpet and our laughter echoing into
the stairwell. We burst through the door on the fourth floor, and I
barely have a chance to register a shocked-looking older couple by
the elevators before Daniel throws open our door and we pile into
the room, slamming it shut behind us.

I collapse on the bed with a gasp. “Oh my god! I
thought for sure we were busted. If he’d come in just ten seconds
earlier …” I send up silent thanks that the security guard didn’t
interrupt the best goddamn orgasm of my life. “I can’t believe we
just did that!”

Daniel gapes, leaning back against the door. “It
was your idea!” He protests.

“I said skinny dipping,” I correct him. “The
rest was all you!”

“Not everything …”

Our eyes lock, and suddenly, my laughter dies in
my throat. My body shivers with awareness, my heart pounding loud.
I’m suddenly aware of everything: us, alone in the small hotel
room. Wet and breathless and practically naked.

Daniel.

After all this time. Here, with me.

My breath catches, just looking at him. My pulse
races with a new nervous rhythm. After what we just did, I
shouldn’t feel so awkward around him. I’ve tasted him, felt his
hands on my body, cried out for more … But what happened down at
the pool — that felt like a dream to me. The hush of the empty
room, the soft lap of the water on our bodies … It wasn’t real,
like something from my most secret fantasies come to life.

Now, here? This is for real.

Daniel slowly walks towards the best. My body
tightens with anticipation. I’d dreamed about what he’d be like,
but nothing had been as sweet as the feel of his body between my
thighs, and the havoc he wreaked with his fingers.
Jesus
. I can still feel the golden haze of my orgasm
drifting through my veins, but already, I want him all over again.
More of him.

All of him.

Daniel pauses, standing above me. “Your turn,”
he says slowly.

I blink, my mind empty. “What?”

“Truth or dare?”

My heart stops. There’s no way I can risk
telling him anything true, not with my defenses stripped all the
way back, my mind scattered and reeling with lust.

“Dare,” I tell him, my eyes never leaving
his.

Daniel gives me a wicked smile, and I swear,
I’ve never seen him like this: so powerful and deliberate. He
always seemed so gentle and polite around Juliet, I never for a
moment guessed he could have this darker, dominant side lurking
beneath all those preppy Oxford shirts. It thrills me right to the
core, shooting wild sparks through my bloodstream as he takes
another step towards me, cocking his head to trace his gaze over my
body: a burning, possessive stare.

“Take off your dress.”

“Is that the dare?” I try to claw back control
of this situation — I’ve let go too much already, I can tell. Down
at the pool, I forgot myself, I let the magic of the moment sweep
me away into pure pleasure, but now, I have to remember: he’s not
mine. He’ll never be mine. This is only for tonight, and if I’m
going to make it out with my heart intact, I need to keep it
hidden.

Daniel shakes his head. “Think of it as part
one,” his eyes flash hotly. “Do it.”

I bite my lip, teasing him as I rock forwards
onto my knees. I slowly pull up the skirt and shimmy the damp
fabric over my head, tossing it aside in a whisper of silk.

Daniel reaches the edge of the bed and lets his
sweatshirt drop, so he’s standing naked in front of me.

I inhale in a shiver. He’s breathtaking. Taut
muscle, slim and powerful. I drink in the sight of him, the curve
of his abs, the spiral of dark hair going lower …

Oh.

He’s hard, thick and gorgeous and ready for me.
Daniel’s lip quirk with a smile. I move forwards, reaching for him,
wanting to tease and taste him, now, but he steps back.

“Don’t move.”

I stop, confused.

“That’s your dare,” he continues, power flashing
in his eyes. “Don’t move.”

My heart races, but I do as he says. I settle
back on my heels and wait, bared and naked to him on the bed.

Daniel’s eyes devour me. His expression is dark,
so full of lust it makes me clench, feeling the heat and wetness
pool between my open thighs. My nipples tighten, and my whole body
trembles, waiting for him, sizzling with anticipation.

Slowly, slowly, Daniel’s gaze slides back up to
meet my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice
hoarse with desire.

I shudder, barely breathing.

“Show me,” he growls. “Show me where you want
me.”

Oh God.

I gulp for air, shaking under the intensity of
his stare as he looms over me, poised,
watching
.

I slowly trace one hand across my stomach.
“Here,” I whisper, feeling shy. The electricity in the air between
us shimmers and crackles, my heartbeat pounding so loud in my chest
it’s the only thing I can hear, a constant as the waves of desire
rise through my body, a craven surge.

I trace higher, up to my breast. “And here …” I
watch Daniel’s jaw clench as I stroke across the sensitive swell. I
catch my breath, shivering under my own touch, slowly circling my
tender nipple, my eyes fixed on his.

Daniel doesn’t say a word, but his hand goes to
his cock, stroking it, slow.

Fuck.

I’m so turned on, I can barely see straight. I
slide my hand lower, down over my breasts and my belly, imagining
it’s his hands on me, touching, stroking. Lower, lower.

Oh
…

Daniel lets out another groan, still watching
me, just a few feet away.

“I want you here,” I breathe. I spread my knees
open wider, displaying myself to him as I stroke, featherlight. I
moan, softly circling the tender nub, then delving lower, to the
wet, aching heart of me. “I want you, inside me,” I gasp, shocked
to find myself close to the edge again, so aroused by his eyes on
me, his iron control. Watching,
forbidden
.

“Right here,” I gasp, stroking myself, circling
higher but wanting him, needing him. “God, Daniel, I need you.”

Daniel’s eyes flash, but doesn’t move. He
clenches his jaw and breathes a ragged breath, his voice low.
“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” My voice breaks with desire,
desperate. “Daniel, please!”

He lunges, closing the distance between us with
a growl. He grabs my arm and throws me down on the bed, slamming me
back into the mattress as the weight of his body covers mine and
his mouth captures mine in a harsh crescendo of a kiss.

Yes
!

I arch up against him, dizzy, clawing at his
back and bucking against his body. I feel possessed, delirious with
need, a kind of fervent hunger thrumming through me like I’ve never
known. The pledge I made just moments ago to stay in control is
gone, shattered in the face of this desire, how my body cries out
for his touch.

Daniel grinds his hips into me and I gasp to
feel him, so hard between my thighs. I reach between us and close
my hand around his cock, feeling the hot steel of him, leaping to
my touch. Daniel groans against my mouth, devouring me, his tongue
plunging deep as we roll across the bed in a breathless, hungry
tangle of flesh and limbs and aching need.

I gasp for air, drowning, my whole body alight
the desire, his hands branding me with every touch. He rolls us
again, rising up above me, and my heart stops to see him like this:
magnificent and unleashed. His eyes flash, wild, his face is a mask
of desire as he yanks my thighs wider and sweeps a possessive hand
across me again, making me cry out at the flash of pleasure
spiraling out from his electric touch.

I reach for him, desperate, but Daniel grabs my
wrists and forces them up above my head, pressing me down beneath
him, his fingertips biting into my skin. I moan, writhing against
his restraint, but he captures my jaw with his other hand, forcing
me to look up, straight into his eyes.

My heart stops. The world contracts. He holds
me, watching, his eyes blazing deep into mine as he positions
himself at my entrance and waits one moment, then two, then then
just when I’m sobbing, gasping, feeling like I might die without
his cock inside me, he slams into me with one hard, deep
stroke.

Fuck
.

I come undone, the last threads of conscious
thought snapping clean away as I feel him take me over. His eyes
are unwavering, blazing, his body pinning me down, all of him
everywhere, inside me. Everywhere.
Owning
me.

I cry out, rising up to meet him, locking my
legs around his waist to take him deeper, feeling the spark of
friction as his hips thrust against me, and oh, the deep stroke of
him, filling me up, so deep, so fucking good. Daniel pulls back,
then plunges into me again, precise and slow, stroking me inside
out, over and over until I’m helpless, grasping, the pleasure
circling higher, hitting tighter, almost more than I can stand. Our
hands are locked now, fingers intertwined, matching each other
thrust for thrust as I loose myself in him, in those eyes, this
sensation that’s more than I could ever dream, like he’s inside my
head, inside my very soul, giving and demanding and pulling me
higher, beyond myself, towards the very edge of the world.

Daniel rolls us again, and now I’m on my knees
astride him, bearing down, feeling every shock and wave of pleasure
as I rock against him, feeling him so deep inside, just right,
hitting there, oh God, that spot that sets the world on fire. I can
hear our cries, mingling, feel the hot slick of his body against
me, every sense alive and drowning in him, only him. He reaches up,
caressing my breasts, pinching and rolling at my nipples in sharp
shocks as I rock faster, falling, spiraling closer. Daniel’s hand
slides to where our bodies meet, and
fuck
,
now he’s stroking in time with my rhythm, the pleasure surrounding
me, inside and out. I want to stop, it’s too much, but I can’t,
something in me is stronger, dark and craving, driving me on, thick
with silver in my veins.