Chapter 3
Makenna.
Mystery man– my very unoriginal moniker for the man sitting beside me– stared at me as if I’d just confessed to being possessed by the devil himself, his eyes widening to an unthinkable size. I began to feel self-conscious, realizing that I probably shouldn’t have said something so direct to a man I didn’t know.
It had to be the vodka because I usually wasn’t this bold. On the same thought, I grabbed the forgotten glass of whiskey Yas had ordered for me and threw it down, wincing as the liquid burned its way down my throat. Tonight, I was damning the consequences and grabbing the bull by the horns.
My career would die a painful death if I didn’t give my readers something spicy, and that was if Sera didn’t kill me first for losing her money. And to do that, I needed to experience some freaking spice.
“Did you just ask me to have sex with you?” Mystery man asked.
I would ask his name but given that tonight was the last time I’d ever see him, what was the point?
I nodded, the power of the whiskey already working. “Yes. Have sex with me. It’ll be fun, I promise. Yas says it’s a very fun activity.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in awe. “I don’t believe this.”
Why was I feeling very… buzzy? Like I wanted to kiss someone. Without thinking about it, I reached forward and pressed my lips to his, shutting my eyes. A spicy and smoky scent filled my nostrils as he stilled beneath me for a second.
I hadn’t kissed anyone before. How did it work? Did I just move my lips left and right or lick his lips like they did in the movie? But that was disgusting. Swapping spit like dogs in heat.
But kissing mystery man wasn’t disgusting in the least. In fact, I wanted more than lip on lip. As if he heard my thoughts, he grabbed my cheek in one hand and began to kiss me back. His lips moved against mine swiftly, and when I opened my mouth to sigh, his tongue slipped in and I tasted the vodka on his tongue.
Pulling away, I opened my eyes to see him watching me with intent. “You really want this?”
I nodded sincerely, wondering if I was saying yes to him or to my readers.
******
He led me outside the club, and through a corridor that unveiled an elevator. Yas and I had taken a different route to the club. This area seemed more sane and certainly with less security.
“Where are we going?” I asked, holding his hand and letting him guide me as I walked behind him.
“My room,” he replied, pressing the button for the top floor. “This is a hotel.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.” As much as I was relieved that we didn’t have to drive all the way into town, it did unnerve me somewhat that he already had a room prepared. It made this entire thing seem more real.
The elevator ride took less than three minutes and when the doors opened, it revealed a penthouse that reeked of luxury. Whoever this man was, he was rich as hell.
I didn’t get the chance to comment because he suddenly pushed me against a wall and pressed his body against mine. I let out a surprised squeal, which was swallowed up by his mouth because he was kissing me, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into my opened mouth to taste me.
Shrugging out his jacket, he threw it behind him, his mouth still on mine. I kissed him back, my body burning with a piercing heat to get closer to him. He groaned into my mouth as I began undoing the buttons of his shirt, flinging it to the side. I trailed my hands up and down his hard build, fire pooling between my legs.
“You’re so beautiful, Makenna,” he whispered against my lips and with one hand, drew my dress down my body until it pooled at my feet, leaving me standing in only my underwear.
My readers long forgotten, I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss. His lips brutalized mine and when I moaned, he grunted, hoisting me up so that I wrapped my legs around his waist.
We kissed as he walked effortlessly down a dark hallway until we came to a door. Turning the knob, he opened the door and walked in, heading straight for the bed.
He placed me gently on it and I grinned up at him. “Such a gentleman.”
Biting his lower lip, he straddled me. “I aim to please.”
And please he did. I moaned softly when his tongue swiped out to lick my neck, gripping the sheets tightly. He was doing very nasty things to my body and I was liking them. Mystery man licked his way down my body, stopping when he reached my chest and reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. Cold air kissed my bare skin and when his mouth closed over my breasts, I arched my back, letting out a mewl.
I was a mess of overstimulation. Closing my eyes and letting the sensations take over, I sighed. A few seconds later, I felt him positioned at my most intimate place.
“Open your eyes,” he rasped and I did as he said, staring up at him. My underwear was long gone by now.
He kept his gaze on me as he pushed forward and I held my breath, my heart racing. The depth of emotion in his eyes caused my heart to beat erratically and when he pushed in further, I gasped at the sharp sting. “Oh.”
“I know,” he grunted, the veins in his neck looking like they were ready to pop. “It’ll pass. Give it time.”
I nodded, because he was the expert here. He stayed like that for a few moments breathing hard, staring at me.
“Good?”
I nodded again. At the go-ahead, mystery man began to move. The pain subsided and a spark of pleasure began to build. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My body responded to him like they were long-time friends and pretty soon the room was filled with the sounds of my moans and his groans.
It didn’t take long until I was nearing that edge, and then I was falling, falling so hard I wasn’t sure I would ever stand upright again. Mystery man followed behind, pulling out of me as he groaned through his climax.
Falling beside me, his chest heaved with heavy breaths. I exhaled deeply, reality rushing back to me.
Maybe it was the realization that I’d just had a one-night stand or that the reason I was even doing it in the first place did not cross my mind once during it, but a certain terror crawled up the base of my spine. Oh, my God. What did I just do?
He stood to his feet and I looked away because he was proudly wearing his birthday suit and it felt too freaking weird.
“Give me a minute,” he said, before walking towards what I figured was the bathroom.
Immediately the door closed behind him, I jerked upright. A minute? He had no idea what he was asking for. Throwing my underwear on, I sneaked to the living room to put on my dress, pressed the button for the elevator and got the hell out of there.
Exhaling, I leaned against the cold metal walls, trying to catch my breath. When I’d walked in here, I’d been uncertain and at risk of losing my career. I smiled. Now, I had experienced enough spice to write a hundred spicy books.
Thank you, Mystery man, and so long.
Walking out of the hotel, I nodded in agreement. Yas was right; it was a very fun activity indeed.