EIGHT
He slapped cash onto the table. "For both of us."
"Wait, I can pay for my-"
Before she could finish, Chris had already led her out of the club. The argument she had prepared about paying for her own things disappeared as quickly as the cool night air brushed against her skin.
All she could think about was the man beside her.
They crossed the street to the hotel opposite the bar. Walking through the reception was hard. Trying not to touch him when he was so close was hard.
The moment they stepped into the elevator, Chris pushed her gently against the wall, his lips claiming hers again. She met him with equal urgency, threading her fingers through his hair. His lips trailed down her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just below her throat, sending waves of warmth through her.
Her knees wobbled, and she clung to him for support, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He held her hands above her head, his grip firm yet careful. Now, she flicked his tongue over her breast through her dress.
He pushed her bra up so that her breasts pushed up. Through the dress again, he kissed the partially visible nipple. Samantha squirmed against him.
He bit her nipple. She gasped in shock. After the onslaught, he sucked the nipple again, gently this time.
Samantha threw her head back. This was delicious pain. She wiggled against him. She wanted to touch him. Wanted to put her hands into his rich hair and hold him tight against her. His strong hands prevented that.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard the elevator chime.
Reality pulled her back.
Samantha quickly stepped away from him, taking deep breaths to steady herself.
Chris turned to stand in front of her. She leaned back against the wall and stared at his broad shoulder. He is big...
"Let's go."
She blinked in surprise as he led her out of the elevator. Chris had used his body to cover her from prying eyes earlier.
That was... sweet.
They stepped out into the empty hallway, the air thick with unspoken anticipation. Sam led him to her hotel room, her heart pounding as she swiped the key card.
Before she could push the door open, Chris held her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up to his. His eyes searched her eyes.
"Last chance to change your mind, Sweet-pea. Are you sure?"
Was she sure?
She didn't use her words. Instead, she rose onto her toes, pulled him down to her eye level with his collar, and captured his lips with hers. Slow and teasing, she let her teeth graze his bottom lip before tracing it with her tongue.
Chris let out a low chuckle against her mouth. He had his answer. With one hand, he turned the knob and guided her inside. The door clicked shut behind them.
The bedroom was too far. Sam shoved Chris onto the big sofa in the middle of the room, her gaze locked onto him, filled with lust.
"No words. No games. Just sex. Let's just have sex," she murmured, biting her bottom lip as she gathered her hair up with a rubber band.
Chris leaned back, watching her with a smirk. "Let it down," he said, voice low. "I want to see it falling over your face while you scream my name."
"Then make me scream your name." She smirked, arching a brow as she let her hair tumble back over her shoulders. "But aren't you all talk and no show?" she teased, tilting her head. "You're not doing anything."
Chris sat up on the sofa, his movements slow and deliberate. Then, shifting onto his hands and knees, he crawled toward her.
Sammy's breath hitched. She swallowed hard.
He looked like a feral cat crawling towards her.
His hot mouth was gently kissing the inner part of her thigh. He bit the skin close to her sex. Sammy's eyes widened as a shiver of pleasure shot through her spine.
With one of his hands on her waist, he pulled her closer. Now, he was moving his kisses higher and closer to her most sensitive part. Sammy whimpered, feeling anticipation building up.
"Hmm," she groaned, grabbing a handful of his hair. "Oh--oh!"
He pushed her gown up and kissed her through her panties. Samantha yelped. Parting her panties to one side with one hand, he used the other hand to open her vagina lips and kissed, sucked, and flicked his tongue all over her sex, hungrily.
Sammy threw back her head and grabbed more of his hair.
Her legs felt weak and unsteady. Sammy couldn't quite understand how she was still standing when they had completely turned to jelly.
Sammy took a deep breath. Her legs were shaking beneath her. But he wasn't stopping. What was this feeling? How could anyone feel like this?
Chris had pulled down her panties, and now his tongue was kissing her—there.
How was that possible? How was her body shattering in his arms, overwhelmed with emotions she didn't even know existed? She didn't know what to do with her hands. Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer for more.
This stranger was in her hotel room, unraveling her piece by piece, and she was letting it happen.
"You smell so good." He murmured, his voice thick with hunger.
Chris lifted his head and smirked at the sight before him—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and the look of pleasure in her eyes. He loved it.
Slowly, he started moving again, kissing every inch of her skin. "You are so wet. Fuck."
His mouth trailed over the sensitive skin just right above her core, his lips were teasing her stomach, pausing at her navel to lick, suck, and taste. Then, higher and higher, he moved, inching her gown up with him until his lips found the soft skin just beneath her breasts.
Sammy gasped, her body arching towards him. She wanted more of her stranger. Needing more. Her fingers slipped into his hair, pulling him closer.
Chris took his time. He was the one setting the pace.
He tugs her gown above her head. Sammy was left with nothing but her bra. Her first instinct was to cover herself, to hide from his piercing gaze. She puts a palm over her vagina, but as she starts covering herself, he gently takes her wrist.
Bringing her hand to his mouth, he took each finger, one at a time, to his lips, and he sucked.
Her core clenched.
Chris looked up, his eyes filled with passion. He licked his lips. "You're beautiful."
Heat spread through her chest. She had never felt so wanted, exposed, vulnerable — He kept looking at her like she was the most irresistible thing in the world.
"I want you so much." He groaned, his voice raw.
He cupped her face and crashed his lips against hers. Sammy melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. His tongue expertly traced her lips, coaxing her to open more, and when she moaned into his mouth, his entire body shuddered.
He moved lower again, dragging slow, open watering kisses along her jawline and her neck, stopping at her earlobe. He sucked, then bit down lightly on it as he groaned into her ear.
Sammy whimpered.
He didn't stop. His tongue slipped into her ear, teasing, twirling, sucking---sucking very hard.
"Oh--oh!" she gasped, shivering in his arms. His hands roamed her body, setting her aflame. She could barely breathe, could barely think. Thinking was the last thing on her mind. She only wanted all of him.
"I want to fuck you. HARD," Chris growled against her skin.
Sammy's head spun. She nodded, her whole body buzzing with anticipation.
Chris smirked. "That eager, huh?"
One hand still gripping her waist, he brought the other hand to her face, capturing her lips again. His kisses were slow, deep, and consuming.
Sammy was drowning in him.
And then, she felt it—his hardness pressing against her thigh.
A thrill ran down her spine. She bit his neck lightly, teasing him just as he had done to her earlier. Chris groaned, the sound deep and primal, and grabbed her hips, pressing her tightly against his hard-on.
Sammy gulped.
"Fuck," He muttered.
Before Sammy could process what was happening, Chris lifted her effortlessly, placing her on his lap. The hard bulge was still beneath her, and despite the jeans, she felt him.
He freed one breast from her bra, rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth.
Sammy squirmed. She threw back her head and arced her back as pleasure shot through her. Chris sucked greedily. He flicked over the sensitive bud. One hand palmed the other breast, kneading, teasing, setting her nerves on fire.
Sammy shook her head. No, she couldn't take it anymore.
She pushed him back onto the sofa. Chris's eyes widened slightly. "What is it?" He asked breathlessly.
Her hand pressed against his chest. "Y-You said you wanted to fuck me. I want release. So fuck me."
Chris blinked, then let out a low chuckle. He swallowed, his eyes darkening with lust. "Okay."
In a swift movement, he flipped his position, pinning her beneath him.
Sammy barely had time to catch her breath before he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down.
Her gaze fell on the hard outline beneath his boxers. He pulled out a foil from his pocket, slipped down his boxers, and--
Sammy's breath hitched. He was big, thick, and intimidating.
Chris caught the look in her eyes and smirked. "I won't hurt you," He reassured her, his voice husky. "I know I am a little big."
A little? That is not a little. Or is it? Is my lack of experience making me think that this is big?
Chris rolled the condom on and parted her legs with one knee, positioning himself at her entrance.
Sammy swallowed hard, gripping the sofa.
He slid in slowly.
A sharp sting shot through her, and she winced.
Chris froze, his eyes widening. "You-" His voice caught. He realized she was a virgin.
He groaned. His control was slipping.
"I should stop," he breathed, struggling to hold himself back.
"No." She whispered, shaking her head. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
That was all the permission he needed.
His restraint shattered.
Chris thrust in, inch by inch, taking his time, letting her adjust. The pain faded into something else — something deeper, hotter, more intense. Soon, she was meeting his movements, her lips rolling against his, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
Holding each other tight with each rhythm, he couldn't get enough of her. He pulled her up and turned her on her front so that she faced the sofa.
"Are you going to do it through my-"
"No," Chris cuts in, sensing her fear. "No, I want all of you."
His fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking her clits. Sammy forgot her previous fear when she thought he was about to take her through her back hole.
She gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder.
His other hand, palmed, gripped her breast, squeezing.
And then he was inside her again.
Her nails dug into the sofa as he thrust into her, deeper this time. His lips found her neck, biting, sucking.
"Ahh," She moaned.
"You are so Fucking sweet," he rasped.
His movement grew erratic. HARDER, FASTER. She could feel his body trembling, feel his control slipping...
"Chris-"
"Fuuuucckkkkkk!" he let out a strangled groan.
Sammy puts her hand on his back and pushes him inside her. Now, all of him was inside her.
She clenched around him, her body convulsing as she shattered. He followed right after, a growl tearing from his throat as he spilled into her.
Silence.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their breath mingling with thick air.