New Year's Kiss (One Night in New York) (5 page)

Haylee wiped her cheek and looked up at Kyle.  His eyes were forest green now, his face serious but soft.  A small, tilted smile graced his handsome face.

Words didn’t come.  She was a writer by profession but in that moment, only a single phrase came to mind.  “Yes, please.”

Kyle smiled wide and brought his hands up to cup her face, just as he had done earlier.  Haylee’s heart raced and her lips parted slightly.  Kyle leaned down and brushed his lips softly against hers.  Butterflies danced in Haylee’s belly at his gentle contact.  It was soft, sweet, yet it seared her with an intense heat.  She opened her mouth, inviting him in and he didn’t hesitate to take the kiss deeper, his tongue plundering her mouth.  He tasted sweet and hot.  She brought her hands up around his neck and pulled him closer, urging him to intensify the kiss.  He obliged.

“You are so beautiful,” Kyle said against her lips.  He slowly turned her around so she was facing the windows that looked over the city lights.  Just over her shoulder she could see his reflection.  He lifted up her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties.  She went to cover herself, not knowing if anyone could see her.  But Kyle grasped her wrists firmly and lifted them up.

“Put them here.”  Kyle pressed her hands to the glass and she placed her palms against the cold window.

“Spread them.”  He tapped at the inside of her feet and she obeyed his prompting.

Kyle ran his hands from her wrists, slowly down her arms until her reached her shoulders, then followed the lines of her extended arms down her sides.  Normally she was quite ticklish there, but for some reason, her skin burned from his touch instead.  He continued down to her hips and slipped one hand around to her lower belly, spreading his large hand wide so his thumb was by her navel and his pinky just grazing the top of her panties. 

Haylee tried to push her self back into him, her need to feel him against her overwhelming her.  “Not yet.” Kyle whispered in to her ear.  His other hand came up her side and gently grazed her skin until it landed on her breast.  He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, making it harden almost painfully.  Haylee began to feel frustrated, as her body wanted to lean into his hand on her breast and at the same time, go back towards the heat of his body.

He caressed her covered breast, gently squeezing and pulling at her nipple through the material.  His fingers moved over the swell, causing her skin to prickle.  At the same time, his other hand had slipped lower into her underwear and his fingers explored her smooth skin there.  Every touch sent powerful sensations through her and she felt herself dampen.  Suddenly, she wanted out of her clothes.  There was barely any, but yet there was just way too much material between them.

Kyle pressed himself against her ass, his erection nudging her cheeks slightly apart.  As he pushed himself forward he pulled her back with his hands.  Both hands now began to move with skilled precision and Haylee heard herself moaning loudly.  She’d never been one to be vocal and yet, with Kyle, she couldn’t help it.

Haylee desperately wanted to touch him, to run her hands over every inch of that delicious body he hid behind clothing.  But, when she tried moving her hands, he slapped her ass.

“Don’t move, Haylee.”

She should’ve been shocked, mortified, or maybe scared.  Instead, she liked his control over her.  She kept her hands in place and looked out at the city below.  She could see the red and white lights of the traffic, the sparkling Christmas lights from various windows near by.  She wondered if anyone could see her.  It both thrilled and scared her that people on the street, or in other buildings could be watching.  It was naughty and exciting.  As she imagined it, her strapless bra was unclasped and falling to the floor.  Her breasts were now naked and on display for all of NYC to see. 

“I’m going to fuck you right here, Haylee.  Do you want me to?”  Kyle’s voice barely disguised the sound of his zipper being pulled down or the crinkle of his cotton pants.  Haylee nodded, but Kyle must’ve wanted more because he slapped her other ass cheek this time.

“I want to hear you, Haylee.  You need to answer me when I ask you a question.  I want to hear every moan and groan as I tease you until your body explodes.”

Haylee opened her mouth to answer, then sucked in a deep breath as Kyle’s naked, hard, hot body pressed against her back, pushing her flat into the cold glass.

Everything culminated into one great stroke of pleasure.  His strong body and hard erection pressing against her as his hands stroked her; her hot, sensitive skin flattened against the cold glass.  It was all too much and she felt her body tighten and coil and before she could stop it, an orgasm ripped through her causing her to buck against him. 

Another slap to her ass barely registered as Kyle whispered in her ear, “Naughty girl.  I didn’t give you permission to come.”  Despite his words, he had yet to stop stroking the sensitive flesh between her legs.  Suddenly Kyle pulled away from her, but she didn’t know whether or not to move.  His smacks to her ass were delicious, but she didn’t want to mess up whatever he was doing, so she stayed perfectly still, knees still shaking from her orgasm.

“Keep your hands on the glass.”  Kyle pulled her back, from the waist down.  She heard a foil wrapper crinkle and then a second later felt him rub against her slick folds.  He went slowly, stroking her gently and she was going mad.

“Please, Kyle.”

“Please what, Haylee?”

She was too frantic to be shy or to feel embarrassed.  Hell, her naked body was on display for the world.  She just wanted him so badly that all of those filters shut down.  “God, Kyle, I need you inside of me. 
Now
!”  He chuckled as she practically yelled the last word.

A single movement and he was buried deep inside her.  They both groaned.  Neither moved for a minute.  Then, Kyle slowly pulled out and she whimpered. Again, he chuckled and slammed himself deep inside of her.  That was the beginning of the end of Haylee.  Every thrust brought her higher and higher until she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak; her whole mind completely blanked out.  When she exploded, this time she went down. 

Kyle caught her though and carried her to the bed.  “I want to see your face this time.”  Kyle placed her gently on the bed, positioning himself between her wide-spread legs.  Haylee lifted her hips up in expectation and Kyle hooked his forearms behind her knees, lifting her lower body off of the bed.  He entered her again and this time, he went slowly.  Kyle softly stroked her with his hard shaft.  He went deeper, circled his hips and pressed his pubic bone against her throbbing nub. She writhed as she again climbed to the heavens.

“Again?”  Haylee breathed out.

“Come on, baby, one more time.  That felt so good before, I need to feel it again.”

Haylee closed her eyes and let every sensation wash over her.  Kyle leaned forward, bringing her knees to her chest, pushing himself deeper than she thought possible and hitting that elusive g-spot that she didn’t think she had.  It was too much.  She writhed even more trying to reach something.  Kyle brought his hands around and firmly squeezed both her breasts, kissed her lips and ground his hips into her and there it was.  The first two had been amazing, but this time…lights exploded between her closed eyelids and she screamed out Kyle’s name.  He grunted and moaned out her name as he followed her with his own orgasm.

Panting, still lightly moaning, Kyle released her legs and let his body cover hers.  They were still joined; neither one able to move. They were both covered in sweat as Haylee traced his arms.  She hadn’t known he had tattoos.  He had an intricate tribal design that went around his bicep, over his chest and crept behind his back.  Her fingertips tracked the lines, memorizing them for future reference.  She brought her hand back down and touched the smooth planes of his chest, making sure to flick each nipple as she passed by.  He groaned in to her neck.

“Let’s order room service.” His voice was muffled by her hair.

“It’s three in the morning, Kyle.”  She couldn’t help but giggle as he nibbled along her neck.

“It’s New Year’s.  They expect to be serving food all night long.”

“I can’t move,” Haylee murmured.

“Me either,” Kyle replied.

“Well, how are we going to get any food like this?”  She laughed.

Kyle lifted his head slowly and his gaze captured hers.  He shifted his body so he was lying alongside her and cupped her cheek with his hand.  “You are amazing, Haylee.”  She opened her mouth to say something, but Kyle brushed his thumb over her lips and stilled them.  “I mean it.  Your friends adore you.  I know so much about you that I don’t feel like I’ve just met you.”

Haylee scanned his eyes.  Could this man really, truly be that interested in her?  She would’ve doubted his words, had she not seen the sincerity in his eyes.  “Haylee, I want to get to know you.  I mean, really get to know you.  What you like, what you hate, what are your favorite foods and movies and all that shi…stuff.”

She grinned at him.  He was freaking adorable.  Trying to censor his words, even after what they had just done.  He kissed her on the nose and slipped away to the bathroom.  When he returned, he carried two robes, offering her one.  “I’ll call room service.   What would you like?”

For the rest of the night, they joked, they talked the laughed.  They made love a few more times and dozed off in each other’s arms.  It was the most wonderful night of Haylee’s life.  It was a shame that it had been only one night, and barely seven hours at that.  But, before she dozed off, she decided to be happy with what little time she had.  After all, it was the most explosive night of her life.

Haylee stirred and pulled the heavy comforter over her naked body.  Stretching, she couldn’t help but grin at the delicious memories that accompanied every sore muscle.  She’d never experienced such pleasure in all of her life and she now understood the phrase “thoroughly fucked.”  She reached over and felt the empty side of the bed.  It was cold, as she had expected.  Glancing around the room, she wondered if Kyle had left her a note or something.  She saw nothing and couldn’t understand the emptiness that
washed over her.

She knew it was a one-nighter, but she honestly thought they’d made a connection the night before.  Enough that would warrant a kiss good-bye and a phone number. A phone number.  Haylee felt nauseated suddenly.  She didn’t even get his phone number.  Now, she really felt empty and alone.  Had it been just another night to him?  She knew better and yet she chastised herself anyway.

“Fuckin’ A,” Haylee muttered as she jumped up and headed for the bathroom.

After a hot shower, Haylee grabbed a hotel robe and searched for her phone.  She’d have to find a way to get her bag from the locker at Penn Station.  As she walked towards the front door, she tripped over something.  Glancing down, relief washed over her.  Someone, somehow had dropped off her overnight bag.  Quickly, she changed into her clothes, fixed her hair and make-up and then with a single glance around, she left.

A young woman with short blonde hair and tired eyes stood at the reception counter.  Despite looking as if she had partied the night before, the blonde woman smiled brightly and spoke with a calm voice.

“Miss Haylee?”

“Yes, that’s me.”  Haylee handed the key card to the woman whose name tag read “Jamie.”