Chapter 3

A sigh escaped her lips, as she squeezed her inner walls around him. He grunted, his fingers digging into her ass as he ground his hips against her again, making her smile genuinely, for the first time since she had stepped out of her hotel room.

She was coming down from the high, her body spiraling back to earth after two devastating orgasms.

For several long moments, they stayed just like they were, their bodies moving softly together as they tried to draw out every last drop of pleasure. Despite the fact that they had agreed to continue their tryst, neither was ready to move away first.

Finally, he pulled out of her and set her down, keeping his hands on her hips for a second until he was sure that she had gotten her balance before letting her go.

He grabbed a few paper towels from the cabinet and hand them to her, and she cleaned up the mess between her legs as best as she could, while he tucked himself away and zip up his pants.

As she tossed the cum-covered paper towels in the trash, it occurred to her that neither one of them had stopped for a second to talk about protection or any of that shit.

She had been on the pill basically since she hit puberty, due to her irregular menstrual cycle.

Even on the pill though, what they had just done was reckless and stupid—and if she was being honest with herself, part of her had liked that.

His eyes heated, as he watched her put back her shoes and smooth her dress over her bare pussy.

An answering flush of heat rose up in her, her body already feeling empty, missing the overwhelming stretch of his cock, the way the overload of sensation had narrowed her focus down to him and nothing else.

He stepped forward, his cheeks still a little flushed, and his messy black hair even more mussed up now that her fingers have been in them.

He caught a lock of her hair, lightly twisting the blonde and blue strands around his finger, then used that hold on her to pull her towards him. She went to him, not because of the tug on her scalp but because she really wanted to kiss him one more time before they left.

One arm looped behind her back as he pressed his lips to hers, then he released her and step back, his tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip.

“Let’s get out of here,” he stated, heat banking his eyes.

She squeezed her thighs together, to stamp the flush of arousal that had hit her, as she nodded, slipping her hand into his.

A few heads turned their way as they emerged from the back hallway, some people looking curious and some looking lascivious, but they ignored all of them and make a beeline for the front door, after he settled their tabs.

The night air of Veronia felt cool on her heated skin, and the sheen of sweat at the nape of her neck tickled, as it dried slowly.

Keeping his arms firmly wrapped around her, he steered her into an alley to their left, kicking away a discarded beer bottle before she tripped over it.

One hand left her waist to sweep the hair away from her neck, and then his mouth was on her again, as he pressed her against the wall.

Her hands went up, palms scraping against the rough brick as he grind his cock against her ass.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered breathlessly, his lips leaving hers to place open-mouthed kisses against her neck.

He was hard again, his dick straining against the confines of his jeans like a steel rod.

She groaned when he bunched her dress up and shoved his hand into her for the second time tonight, his fingers moving unerringly to her clit like the first time was just the practice round. Like he had memorized every inch of her already.

She was already wet—still wet—and he dragged her slick arousal up to her clit, using the wetness to glide the pads of his fingers over her nub.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, nipping and kissing her shoulder as he played with her clit like it was a toy he will never give up.

His hips were pulsing against hers, his cock demanding and hot, and this time, she couldn’t wait for him to finish teasing her. Taking her hands off the wall, she let her cheek and torso rest against it as she reached for his zipper and yank it down, then shove her hand into his boxers, grabbing ahold of his cock.

He let out a tortured sound and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a choked cry from her lips.

Before she could gather a full breath into her lungs to prepare herself, he pushed his boxers and pants down, sliding inside her again.

Her body was better prepared for him this time, already acquainted with the length and girth of his cock, and they both groaned as he bottomed out inside her.

“Hands on the wall,” he ordered, and she did it without a single thought.

His hands fell to her hips, fingers digging into the flesh there as he tugged her backward a little, forcing her to hinge at the waist. Her face and breasts left the wall, and her fingernails practically clawed at the brick as she worked to keep her balance.

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, his hips slapping against her ass as he began to drive into her, hard and fast. “What are you doing to me?”

She moaned in response, arching her back more in invitation as her mouth fell open slightly.

His hunger was like a living thing. She could feel it radiating from him, feel the force of it in every thrust, every shift of his grip on her hips, as their bodies collided over and over.

It was hard.

Fast.

Brutal.

He fucked her like a death row inmate eating his last meal—vicious and ravenous, determined to leave nothing behind.

And when he came, he wrapped an arm around her torso and hauled her upright, pressing her back to his chest as his other hand found her clit.

All it took was a few circles of his fingertips and she was done for, falling over the edge with him as he throbbed inside her.

They both collapsed forward a little, and she put her hands up on the wall again to catch them, wondering dazedly if his legs were as wrecked as hers were.

She could feel his heart slamming against her back, and she missed the steady rhythm of it as he pulled away. His fingertips ghost over her back, and she realized that he was tracing the outline of the tattoo on her shoulder blade.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, as he slid out of her, turning her around, and pressing her back to the rough brick before fixing their clothes.

This time, there was nothing to wipe up his cum with, but she couldn’t even pretend that she cared.

When they were somewhat put back together again, he took her face in his hands, threading his fingers through her hair. And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t as heated or frantic as any of their other kisses. Instead, it was just deep.

Her hands came up to cling to his, and she was practically up on her tiptoes as her body strained to take the kiss just a little, impossibly, deeper.

When their lips finally break apart, his forehead rested against hers for a second.

He let out a deep breath, his lips pressing to hers in a kiss that could almost be called chaste if he hadn’t just fucked her raw next to a dumpster.

“Let’s get out of here,” he uttered as he pulled away, taking her hand in his, and pulling them out of the alley.

Now

Nicholas could still taste her on his lips, his mystery woman. Even the sound of her voice had stirred something deep within him, feelings he hadn’t thought he could ever be capable of.

Last night had been great, the best night he had ever experienced in his entire twenty eight years of existence. It had been reckless and pretty stupid of him to do what he had done at the club, and even more reckless to have gone to a hotel with her.

He could have been seen, or worse, his escapade could have ended up on the front page of the Veronian magazine, but thankfully, it had been dark when they left, and no one had seemed to notice them.

The paparazzi would have had a field day, if they had gotten a picture of him either leaving with her or banging her in the alley.

The woman did something to him, made him lose his control and act out of line. He should have been more discreet, but all thoughts of what should or shouldn’t happen had flew out of the window, the moment her lips had touched his.

He had never experienced what he had with her, something about her just kept drawing him in. And when they had finally fallen asleep after spending the whole night finding new places to christen, and new sex positions to indulge in, he had thought that she would still be there when he woke up.

But alas, he was shocked when he roused from his slumber to find the spot she had fallen asleep cold, and the room empty of her, except for the hint of her jasmine scent which still lingered.

He was no stranger to one-nightstands, hell he had had his fair share of them over the years, that it had become his norm, and each time it had gone relatively the same, and ended with him leaving his partner for the night asleep, while he slipped away, never to be seen or heard of again, except for today, when the reverse had happened.

With the coronation looming on the horizon, and his parents pushing him to get a wife, he had decided to leave his reputation as a rake behind him, but all that had gone to blows, when his eyes had caught hers from across the room.

With her blue-blonde hair, and bedroom eyes, she had stirred something wild and primal within him. She hadn’t been dressed in appropriate club attire but still, she had been the most sexiest person he had come across in the club.

He had watched her all night, mesmerized by her beauty, memorizing every inch of her, watching her as she danced, and the way her lips moved, the light shade of crimson that bloomed across her cheeks, as she indulged in her drinks.

When he had danced with her, he wanted to hold her to him and never let go. Though he had been surprised by his reactions and should have ran away, he only found her more endearing when she left him on the dance floor. And so, he gave chase. And damn, had it been worth it.

He was still baffled at the fact that she had left him without a note, or anything to find her. He didn’t even know her name.

And for the first time in his life, he wished that the woman had stayed. It wasn’t just about the sex, he knew that it was her company that he wanted, even if he shouldn’t.

What was wrong with him? Maybe he was only feeling this way because she had been the one to leave, instead of the other way around. She’d snuck out and left him alone in bed, after the incredible night they’ve had, leaving him bereft, and his mind muddled. He had never experienced what he had with her, and maybe that was why he still couldn’t get her out of his mind.

But, he will find her, and he will fuck her again, just to get her out of his system, so he could focus on the things that mattered.