Second Opinion (8 page)

She shivered but played it like she hadn’t.

“I can see them getting hard under your dress, Avery.”

Her folded arms tightened around her body.

“Don’t hide them from me.”

“What else are you going to taste?”

I shrugged. “What do you want me to taste?”

“My pussy.”

I raised my eyebrows, trying to maintain composure when all I wanted to do was stop the elevator and fuck Avery until someone called emergency crews to get us out.

I nodded. “We can probably arrange that.”

The elevator glided to a stop and the doors slid open. I checked the hallway to be sure it was empty, and then I moved behind Avery, guiding her with a hand on the small of her back.

I felt her body stiffen at my touch, and I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.

We arrived at my room. I locked the door as Avery moved from the small entryway toward the bed.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked. I held up the bottle of whiskey I’d received as a gift at the rehearsal dinner.

She nodded and I unscrewed the cap. She pulled the bottle from my hands and took back a shot like a champ.

She wiped the corner of her mouth, a contrasting ladylike motion after she’d tipped back the bottle like a man, and then she handed the bottle back to me.

“That shit’s delicious,” she grinned.

I took a swig, too, and raised my eyebrows at the bottle after swallowing. “Not bad.”

She pulled the bottle out of my hands and took another shot. Seeing her standing there like that, in that dress drinking whiskey, did something serious to my chest. Or maybe it was my heart.

I didn’t understand it, but I found myself really liking Avery a whole hell of a lot more than I had expected to.

I pulled off my tie and threw it on the dresser. We each took a few more shots, and then I set the bottle down. We’d had enough, and it was time to get down to business.

I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her closer to me. I was moving slowly even though that wasn’t the direction where our night was going. I gazed down at her pretty face for a moment. Most women I knew would’ve been wrecked after a day of tending to the bride, running around, taking pictures, mingling, and, of course, drinking. But not Avery. She looked as fresh as she had when I’d first seen her that morning.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She shook her head. “All I know is how hot you are. If you’re attracted to me, then I must be fucking gorgeous.”

I smiled at her compliment. “You’re beyond fucking gorgeous, Avery.”

“Well you’re beyond hot. Now kiss me before I lose my mind.”

I did as instructed, my lips slowly lowering to hers as I pushed the final piece of our day of anticipation into place.

I set a slow, seductive pace as I took her mouth with mine. One of my arms held her against me while the other slowly inched up the skirt of her dress. Her arms wrapped around me as her hands explored my back, my arms, my hair. One hand trailed down to squeeze my ass as her tongue danced slowly against mine.

I finally got her skirt up to her waist. My hand palmed that smooth, tight, bare ass again. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to fondle it for the rest of the night. I was more of a breast man than an ass man, but the feel of her skin under my hands was extraordinary.

Despite setting a slow tempo with our scorching hot kiss, my fingers trailed around to her pussy. I slid a finger into her, finding her soaking wet and ready for me.

“Ahh,” she moaned as I cursed under my breath.

My dick hardened painfully at the sounds coming out of her. I needed to be inside of her, but I wanted to take my time because I knew it would all be over too fast. It was a Catch-22.

I hitched one of her legs up and she wrapped it around my waist. I backed away from her just slightly, our mouths still connected, and I plunged my finger back into her wet pussy.

Another one of the sexiest moans I’d ever heard in my life emitted from her mouth, and I pulled my finger out slowly and pushed in again.

“More,” she murmured, so I added a second finger.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, long and drawn out. “More.”

I added a third.

“Faster.”

I followed her directions, loving how she was telling me exactly how she wanted it but letting me remain in control.

Her fingers trailed down to help my hand, but I wanted it. I wanted to be the man responsible for causing her to shatter beneath my fingers.

I grabbed her hand to halt her progress, and her heavily lidded eyes glared at me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”

“You’re taking too long.”

I chuckled and pulled my fingers from her pussy. “Now it’s going to take even longer.”

She muttered something I didn’t quite catch, but it sounded like, “Asshole.”

I reached down and pulled her dress over her head. She stood before me in just her fuck me heels.

I set her dress over a chair and led her to the bed. She sat.

“Back in the elevator, you said you wanted me to taste your pussy,” I said, pacing slightly in front of her as she sat naked on my hotel bed. I took a swig of the whiskey and handed her the bottle. She took another shot. “Is that still the case?”

“I want your mouth everywhere on my body all at once. I want it on my lips, on my breasts, on my pussy. I want it on my stomach and my legs and my arms. I want it covering me, making me wet, giving me what I have wanted from you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Sometimes women say things that momentarily shock me.

But those words… those words were beyond shocking. They sent a dazed stab of craving through my gut. They brought up those same feelings I’d had on the dance floor, the ones that had been developing for a while.

I really liked Avery.

And I was starting to wonder if this was going to transcend my one or two night bang limit.

All this before I even shoved my dick into her.

If she wasn’t the relationship type, what was so wrong with having some sort of arrangement with her where we could bang to our hearts’ content without the labels and expectations?

I couldn’t get past the fact that I kept thinking about us together outside of this night.

Typically when I was with a woman, I tended to focus on one thing: pleasure. I was either giving it or receiving it. I wasn’t worried about what would happen five or ten minutes later, I was just worried about getting us both off.

But things were different with Avery.

She passed the bottle back to me, and I set it on the dresser. And then I knelt between her legs, nudging them open wider.

I kissed her inner thigh. She leaned back so she was lying flat on the bed, her legs dangling off the end, those wonderful heels still on her feet. I could’ve easily pulled them off, but I didn’t. I wanted her to leave them on. Possibly forever.

I pressed a kiss to her smooth pussy and then dove in head first. My tongue flattened against her, causing her hips to buck off the bed. I grabbed her hips and pressed them down to keep her still, my tongue moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm while she vocally encouraged me to continue exactly what I was doing. 

I pushed in two fingers and then flattened my tongue over her clit again. She jerked up, and I could tell she was getting close to her release. My fingers didn’t move, but my tongue flicked her clit in quick, successive movements that were simply teasing her instead of giving her the release she was craving.

But I wasn’t done with her.

I had to know what Avery felt like when she shattered beneath me while I was buried deep inside of her.

I stopped, earning another glare.

“Don’t you dare stop right now.”

“Sorry, Peaches,” I shrugged.

“I think I hate you.”

I grinned. “You’ll get over it.”

“Peaches?”

“Like the yogurt.”

She giggled. I stood and picked up the bottle again, silently asking her if she wanted another shot by holding it out to her. She shook her head.

“I already feel the first few mixed with the margaritas I’ve been drinking all night. One more and I won’t remember how hard you’re about to bang me.”

Christ.

I set the bottle down and she stood, stalking toward me in those heels.

She unbuttoned my cufflinks first, setting them on the dresser. Then she went to work on my shirt, one slow button at a time. She helped me out of my shirt as I kicked off my shoes.

She was certainly a vision before me in nothing but a pair of black heels.

I stood in a t-shirt and my tuxedo pants.

“Get rid of the shirt,” she commanded, and I found myself obeying her instructions. We were vying for who was the bigger alpha. I’d win. I always won. But I didn’t mind letting her think she was in charge for a while. Hey, whatever it took to get her off.

I pulled my shirt over my head and heard a soft gasp as her eyes raked over my abs, up to my chest, and then up to my face. She deliberately licked those luscious lips, her eyes widening as she worshipped my body.

“This right here,” she said, pointing to the cut muscles I worked my ass off in the gym to achieve, “may be the hottest V I’ve ever seen on a man in my life.”

“And these right here,” I replied, pointing to her gorgeous breasts standing at attention in my direction, “may be the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

“Thank you. Now get out of those pants and fuck me.”

I grinned down at her. “Your wish is my command.”

I got rid of my pants and rolled on a condom. And then I grabbed her up in my arms and tossed her on the bed.

“You know what’s so adorable about you?” I asked.

She looked up at me with curiosity as I stood towering over her.

“That you think you’re in charge.”

Her grin was swallowed by my mouth as I pounced on top of her.

I wanted to fuck her every single way I knew how, but most of all, I wanted her riding on top of me. I had enough experience to be able to read what she wanted, and I knew she’d love the dominant Grant hovering over her body first to get her warmed up before I rolled over and pulled her on top of me.

So I did that. My fingers trailed down to her pussy as I kissed her, and she was still wet and waiting. I guided my cock toward her, sliding it through her slickness. She groaned, a long, drawn-out sound that pushed every single one of my horny buttons. Some sort of shudder ran through my blood.

I was about to fuck this woman who I’d lusted after for the past couple of months but who I’d known for years.

I pushed my cock against her clit, and her eyes rolled back as she shifted upward toward me. She wanted it, and I gave it to her as I finally sank my cock slowly into her.

She welcomed me in, and our bodies slid together as our tongues continued to twist. I balanced on one arm as my other hand stroked a line up and down her skin. Her fingers dug into my back as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Everything about the way our bodies moved together was perfect. We both built up a sweat, the sheen of moisture helping our bodies glide.

I’d fucked a lot of girls in my life. A lot. I played the field. I had fun. I pushed my limits. I did things I probably shouldn’t have.

But nothing compared to fucking Avery Peterson.

Nothing.

I flipped us so she was on top of me, never breaking our connection. My hands dug into her hips as her arms flew over her head. She rode me like a fucking jockey riding her horse to the victory line.

I controlled our tempo as I lifted her body up and down over my own. She pushed down onto me and I guided her back up. Our bodies seemed to fit together like they were made for one another.

Her hands found my chest and her nails burrowed in as her pussy started to tighten around me. And then I watched her as her head leaned back, her nails dug further into my skin, and she tensed up for a moment before uncoiling like a slinky rolling down the stairs. She screamed out my name along with a slew of curses in her orgasm. Her enthusiasm was one of the most arousing things I’d ever heard in my life.

Watching Avery shatter into a body-bending orgasm had to rank among the top highlights of my entire life. A mask of pure bliss came over her beautiful face. Her body was tight as her pussy clenched around me.

Seeing her fall apart above me sent me into my own oblivion. I felt my body constrict as my release hit me. My fingers bored into her hips just as she was coming down from her orgasm and I exploded into mine.

Somehow my release pushed her into a second one. My fingertips rubbed her clit vigorously as we both came together. It felt like the fucking longest orgasm of my life, and once the force of our bodies subsided, she fell forward onto my chest and we clung to each other in complete relaxation and gratification.

As I held this complex, confusing woman in my arms in the afterglow of our sexual encounter, I realized I hadn’t even once compared her to Rachelle.