Annihilate Me: Holiday Edition (11 page)

“That’s
a shame.
 
I like them together.”

“Everyone
does.
 
It’s frustrating.”

He
stopped walking just as the wind kicked up my hair and lifted the bottom of my
coat.
 
When he pulled me toward him
and held my face in his hands, it was cold and raw when he kissed me on the
lips.
 
I kissed him back, grateful
that we could have a moment to ourselves.
 
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
 
“And I’m so happy.
 
I want you
to know how happy I am.
 
I don’t
think I say it often enough.”

“You
say it to me every morning, and every night before we go to bed.”

“That’s
not enough.”

“I
love you, Alex.
 
And do you know
what I love more?”

“What’s
that?”

“That
the master suite is all alone on the third floor.
 
Far away from everyone else.
 
You and I are going to have fun these
next few nights—and there’s no way that anyone will hear us.”

“You
don’t say?”

“I
do say.”

“What
if Daniella and Alexa come snooping?”

I
hadn’t thought of that—and I wouldn’t put it past them.
 
They were so bored out of their minds, it’s
exactly something they’d do.
 
Then
it occurred to me.
 
“There’s a door
at the top of the staircase,” I said.
 
“Is there a lock on it?
 
Or
could we put a lock on it?”

He
thought about that for a moment, then he smiled.
 
“You’re crafty.
 
In fact, there is a lock on it.”

“Problem
solved.”

“And
if you’re wrong, we’ll just run into town and get a little hook for a
lock.
 
The bedroom is a ways from
the staircase.
 
That’s all we need.”

“Look
at you,” he said.
 
“By the sounds of
it, you’d like to get in that bed now.”

“You
have no idea.”
 
I flicked the collar
of his leather jacket.
 
“This is
doing me in.
 
You in leather?
 
I’ve never seen you in leather and
jeans.
 
It’s a turn-on.
 
Especially how it fits so snuggly against
your waist.”

“Now
you’re going to get me hard.”

“So
what if I do?”

He
kissed me again, and this time he held me so close to him, that I could feel
him growing hard against my leg.

“I
wish there was a place that we could go.”

“We
could go back to the house.
 
Tell
everyone we’re going to take a nap before dinner.”

“Daniella
will call us out if Alexa doesn’t.
 
They’ll bust us.”

“Want
to get a room?”

“You’re
killing me.”

“I’m
serious.”

I
looked at him and saw that he
was
serious.

“Is
there a hotel around here?” I asked.

“You’re
asking me?”

“Sorry.
 
Just a little thick-headed right
now.
 
Actually, there are many
hotels near us.”

“Want
to hop into the SUV and take a ride?”

“You
have such a way with words.
 
What
time is it?”

“Just
past three.
 
Dinner will be at six
or so.
 
How far are we from the
nearest hotel?”

“Maybe
ten minutes?
 
There’s a Hampton Inn
near Ellsworth.
 
I saw it when we
were driving here.
 
It’s right at
the corner of Route One and Route Three.”

He
pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.

“What
are those?”

“The
keys to the SUV.”

“I
thought Tank had the keys.”

“You
think there’s only one set?
 
Come
on.
 
Are you up for this?”

“We
are so going to get it for this.”

“Who
cares?”

He
was right.
 
Who cared?
 
We were engaged and in a committed
relationship.
 
Who gave a damn if we
stole a couple of hours away for ourselves?
 

Still,
I wasn’t about to have anyone worry about us if we were gone too long.
 
So, I removed my phone and texted
Lisa.
 
“Alex and I are taking the
SUV and going into town to do a bit of shopping of our own.
 
There might be a few things that we
forgot to get people.
 
Would you
mind spreading the word that we’ll be back in a few hours?
 
Thanks!
 
Love you!”

“There,”
I said.

“What
did you do?”

“I
texted Lisa.
 
I just covered our
asses.
 
So, let’s go.
 
I can’t wait until tonight.
 
I want you now.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

When
we arrived at the hotel, we went to the front desk, Alex paid the clerk in cash
for the room, and we stepped away from the woman noticeably without any bags.

“Total
walk of shame,” I said in a low voice to Alex when we moved toward the elevator
and he pressed the button to call the car.
 
“Did
you see the look on her face?
 
Absolute
judgment and disapproval.
 
And so
close to the holidays.
 
Where’s her
Christmas spirit?”

“In
a bucket of coal.”

“It
isn’t as if we’re the first ones to use this as a no-tell motel.”

When
the elevator doors slid open, we stepped inside, Alex pinned me against the
wall, and as he began to kiss me on the neck, mouth, and breasts, I looked up
and saw a security camera pointed down at us from the elevator’s front-left
corner.

“We’re
being video taped.
 
She’s totally
watching us right now.”

He
ground himself against my thigh, and then he lightly nibbled on my ear.
 
“That so?
 
They have a camera in here?”

“Just
over your shoulder, pointed down at us.”

“Does
that turn you on?”

“Not
with her looking on.”

“Too
bad the car is already slowing.
 
If
we were in Manhattan, think of the damage we could have done if we had fifty
floors instead of just three.”

The
elevator stopped and the doors opened.
 
We left the car, walked down a bright hallway that looked newly
remodeled, found our room, and went into it.
 
I was pleasantly surprised.
 
It smelled fresh, it looked clean, it
had modern decor, and it had a king-sized bed.
 
That’s pretty much all we needed right
now.
 
Score.

“Throw
me down on the bed,” I said to him.

“Get
out of your coat first.”

“Rip
it off me.”

“Unbutton
it first.”

I
tugged at the buttons in frustration.
 
They were so large, they were difficult to unfasten.
 
“I want you.”

“I
want you more.”

“I
want you to take me hard.”

He
smiled at that, and then he leaned forward and kissed me fiercely on the
lips.
 
“You think I’m going to be
easy on you?”

“You
better not be.
 
Get out of your
clothes.”

He
whipped off his jacket, then his shirt.
 
“So, what?
 
Now you’re a
dominatrix?”

I
admired his broad chest, the corded muscles that rippled down his abdomen.
 
He was still slightly tanned from our
month on the island, and his skin looked incredibly soft to me.
 

“Let’s
take it one fetish at a time,” I said.
 
“At this point, I’m apparently a certified exhibitionist.
 
We’ll see what happens later.”
 
I narrowed my eyes at him.
 
“I might even lash you.”

“With
what?”

“My
tongue.”

“I’d
be into that.”

Finally
I released myself from my coat, which I tossed onto a chair.
 
I pulled my shirt over my head, then I
took off my bra and flung it on the floor, exposing myself to him.
 
He looked longingly at me before he
removed his shoes and tossed them across the room.
 
We both pulled off our pants and then he
leaned forward and kissed me on the neck.
 
Again, his stubble, which made my nipples feel as if they were about to
explode.
 
His breath was hot and
moist, and it smelled of mint.
 
I
had to close my eyes and focus, or I’d never make it to the bed.
 
“At the very least, you’re taking off my
panties,” I said.

“With
pleasure.”

He
kneeled in front of me and slowly drew them down so I could step out of
them.
 
And when I did, he grabbed my
ass and buried his face between my legs with such passion, I had to hold on to
the top of his head just to steady myself.
 
I whimpered aloud while his tongue darted in and out of me.
 
He flicked it over my folds and my
clitoris, and I immediately became wet.

He
pushed a finger inside of me, and I groaned while he began to stroke and search
for that one place that always sent me over the edge.
 
When he found it, he knew it because my
knees gave a bit.
 

He
was playing me like an instrument he’d already mastered, which at this point he
had.
 
There were times when I felt
he knew my body better than I knew it myself.
 
My head fell back at the sensations
coursing through me and at one point, I cried out in pleasure.
 
I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he
probed deeper—now he had three fingers inside of me, all doing things to
me that was approaching the unbearable.
 

And
then it was unbearable.
 

Just
when I started to skate toward climax, he covered my clit with his mouth and
tasted it with rhythmic strokes of his tongue until I came.

Before
I could recover, he stood, lifted me up, and tossed me back onto the bed as I’d
asked him to earlier.
 
“Is that how
you wanted it?” he asked.

“You
could have been rougher.
 
Take off
your underwear.
 
That’s right.
 
In fact,
that’s
perfect,” I said,
looking at his cock.
 
I admired him
for a moment, especially his exquisite torso and how his narrow hips and pelvic
muscles conspired to create the perfect V that pointed toward what I wanted most.
 
“Get over here.”

With
a mischievous look on his face, he crawled onto the bed, his heavy erection
fell onto my stomach, and then his lips met my nipples, which he sucked on and
bit until I groaned and writhed beneath him.
 
I grabbed hold of his sleek shoulders,
ran my hands down the length of his muscular arms, and then I brought my hands
up to the cleft in his back, which was so deep, I thought that it was
impossibly sexy.

“Take
me,” I said.

“What
if I want you to wait?”

“Why
would you want me to wait?”

“Because
I’m not finished doing this to you yet.”

He
slid his body down across the length of mine, kissing my breasts and my belly
until he found my sex with his mouth, and expertly brought me to my second
orgasm faster than I expected.
 
I
arched my back and reached out for the bedspread, clutching it in my hands
while he inserted a finger inside of me again and started to search for the
spot he’d found only a moment ago.
 
When he found it, I lost control.

“I
want you to come for me again, Jennifer.”

“If
you’re going to keep doing—oh, my God.”

“That’s
right.”

“This
is insane.”

“You
said you wanted it rough.”

I
did.
 
I looked down at him, met his
eyes with my own, and drove myself further down onto his finger.
 
He seemed to enjoy that, slipped another
finger inside of me. and then another until I felt so full that I leaned back
on the bed, cupped by breasts, and started to pinch my own nipples.
 

I
stared up at the ceiling and felt myself begin to float.
 
My heart began to race.
 
For a moment, I felt as if I was
drifting, that I wasn’t a part of my body, but then, when his thumb started to
make circular motions over my clit, that was the end of it.
 
I came crashing back into myself and
climaxed again, this time so loudly, I was certain that if anyone were in the
rooms on either side of us, they were right now questioning exactly what they
heard.

When
he withdrew his fingers, he was on top of me again, his lips were on mine, and
with one brutal thrust, and entered me with such force, that it took my breath
away.
 

I
reached up and held his face with my hands while he pounded into me.
 
He’d never been this forceful with me,
but it’s what I’d asked for, it’s what I wanted to experience with him, and I
was glad for it.
 
I met each of his
thrusts with my own.
 
I reached
around, gripped his ass, and pushed him deeper inside of me.
 
Then I slapped his ass, which startled
him to the point that he looked at me with a surprised, wicked grin.

“You’re
in a mood,” he said.

I
flipped him over on the bed and started to ride him.
 
“You have no idea,” I said.
 
I placed each of my hands on his chest,
and bucked against him while he bucked into me.
 

“You’re
so fucking sexy,” he said.

But
at that point, I was at a loss for words.
 
What I was feeling was too intense for me
to speak.
 
For the next hour, we
thrashed about the bed in positions I’d yet to experience with him.
 
Who was this person?
 
He was gifted in ways that he hadn’t
shown me before, and I loved it.
 
He’d been a bit rough with me before, but nothing like this.

When
he came, I was right there with him, sitting in his lap, holding him tightly
with my arms around his back.
 
Our
bodies were hot and slick with sweat.
 
I reached for the back of his hair when he pressed his face between my
breasts and then I came a final time before falling off him and slumping onto
the bed.

“Oh,
my God,” I said.

He
leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips.
 
“Shower?” he asked.