Hunter looked down at the tiny red head seated beside him. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed and those delicious lips parted and wet from his kiss. His cock stirred in his pants and he shifted subtly, dragging his eyes away from her to drink the last mouthful of his beer.
He hadn’t come in here to hook up, he’d come in here to have a quiet drink and blow off some steam. CASA was up his arse over his new aircraft and he was just about over having to jump through fucking hoops to please them. He would’ve thought that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would be glad of another commercial airline to break up the monopoly of the big two, but not so much. He’d been operating his luxury charter airline service for a few years now without any incidents and all he wanted to do was expand it into a more commercial venture. Offering a first-class domestic travel option shouldn’t be so difficult.
He put his now empty bottle on the bar and indicated for the barman. As nice a distraction as Blue had been, he was still pissed about CASA.
“Can I buy you another drink, Blue?” he asked, looking over at her. She still had a bit of a dazed look about her from his kiss but she shook it off and smiled at him and it was like a kick in the gut.
Blue was gorgeous. Alabaster skin to compliment her golden red hair, cupid’s bow mouth stained red, large chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold and framed with long lashes and sleek eyebrows, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. He wondered if the freckles went lower.
“Sure,” she said, “Something strong, though. I’m trying to drink myself into oblivion here.”
“Then that calls for tequila.” He nodded to the barman and lifted four fingers. He placed the bottle, four shot glasses, a salt shaker and four lime quarters on the bar in front of them.
“I’ve never done tequila shots,” she said turning those big eyes on him.
He smiled. “Then let me show you how it’s done,” he said picking up the bottle and pouring them each two shots. “You see,” he said, picking up the salt shaker, “You take the salt and lick it.” He picked up her hand and shook some salt onto the back of it before licking it off. “Then you shoot the tequila.” He did just that and picked up the lime. “And suck the lime.” He put it in his mouth and sucked the fresh citrus juice into his mouth. “Lick, sip, suck. Now it’s you turn,” he said.
She picked up the salt and took his hand, turning it over to expose his wrist. She shook some salt onto it and then her warm, pink tongue licked along the sensitive skin picking up the salt. His cock jumped at the contact and he closed his eyes briefly. She picked up the shot glass and swallowed the tequila, her throat working and she grimaced at the taste. He picked up the lime and put it between his teeth. She looked at him and smirked before she reached up and sealed her lips over his, sucking the lime juice into her mouth.
“Lick, sip, suck,” she whispered when she pulled away and then bit her lip. He swallowed a groan and spat the lime into a napkin, licking his lips.
“My turn,” he said, his voice hoarse.
He picked up the salt shaker and looked her over. Taking his other hand, he gently moved her hair over her shoulder, baring her creamy neck. She tilted her head to the side, exposing more of it to him, offering it up to him in supplication. He shook some salt onto her alabaster skin and lowered his head. He inhaled the scent of flowers from her shampoo and closed his eyes as he licked. Then he closed his lips on her soft skin and sucked, relishing her quick intake of breath. With great difficulty, he lifted his head and shot the tequila and when he turned back to her she had the lime tucked into her cleavage. Breath hissed out between his teeth and he took a moment to clear his head before dipping down and snagging the lime in his mouth, letting his lips linger.
Her hand went to his neck and brushed the short stubble of his hair, holding him in place. He breathed in her scent and sucked in lime juice. He lifted his head slowly, dragging his nose and lips and beard up to her neck. He let the lime drop from his mouth into his hand and then pressed his lips to her shoulder.
“I…ah,” she swallowed and took a breath, “I think it’s my turn.” Her voice was soft and breathy.
He smiled into her neck and kissed her once before lifting his head. He loosened his tie and undid his top button, exposing his neck to her. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked him over, her eyes hungry. She pulled on his tie, bringing his body down towards her until his forehead rested on her chest, above the neckline of her dress. She shook the salt onto the back of his neck and he shivered as she licked it off. He lifted his head slightly and pressed his lips onto the point where her pulse fluttered in her neck. He felt her neck move as she swallowed the shot and he continued to suckle the skin where her neck met her shoulder. He heard her breathe deeply and felt her swallow again as she sucked on the lime.
Hunter lifted his head and took the lime from her mouth, discarding it on the bar. He framed her face with his hands and captured her lips with his. She opened to him and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting salt and tequila and citrus. He sucked on her bottom lip and licked across her top lip. She moaned and moved closer to him, pressing her warm body up against him.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered into her ear. “I have a room in the hotel upstairs.”
Her eyes searched his face and then she smiled and nodded. He grabbed her hand and his coat and pulled her through the crowded bar to the bank of elevators. He pushed the call button and then pulled her in for another long kiss, his hands going around her waist and palming her ass.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open almost silently. He manoeuvred her into the car without lifting his head and walked her to the back wall, pressing the button for his floor on the way past. He pushed her against the mirrored wall and crowded her with his large body. She felt so good moulded against him and his steel rod erection throbbed behind his fly.
He lifted his head but didn’t move away from her. She looked up at him with those big doe eyes and he groaned. He ran his knuckles down her cheek and let some of her hair trail through his fingers. It was soft and silky and the colour was like rose gold.
“Are you going to tell me your name, Blue?” he asked softly.
She shook her head, “No,” she said and smiled up at him, “I think tonight belongs to Blue and Irish.” She pushed up onto her toes and fit her lips across his silencing his protests.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. He pulled away from her, but grabbed her hand, practically dragging her with him towards his door. He reached into his back pocket for his keycard and unlocked the door, waving her in.
“Wow,” she said, “The penthouse. Nice.”
He shrugged as he threw his jacket on the lounge and stalked towards her. Her hands fluttered around her body and she took a couple of steps backwards.
“Are you afraid of me, Blue?” he growled playfully, a smile on his lips.
“Not afraid, no,” she stammered.
She backed up a few more steps until her thighs bumped into the dining table. He stepped close and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear.
“We don’t have to do this, Blue, if you’ve changed your mind.”
She cupped his jaw and rubbed his beard, her fingers threading through the thick whiskers.
“I really like your beard,” she whispered.
“It’s not a beard, Blue, it’s a saddle.”
Her eyes rounded and then she giggled. He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and sealed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss. She opened her mouth and deepened the kiss grabbing handfuls of his vest and pulling him in. His hands went to her arse and lifted her onto the table. She spread her thighs, her skirt riding up and exposing a long length of smooth leg, and he stepped into the gap and leant into the cradle of her hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in so that his hard length pressed into her core.
They both groaned.
“Last chance to back out,” he whispered into her ear and grinned when she shivered.
She wriggled on the table, pulling the hem of her dress up and in one fluid movement she pulled it up over her head leaving her in nothing but her black lace panties, matching bra and fuck me heels.
“Take me to bed, Irish.” Her voice was husky and he didn’t need to be asked twice.
He scooped her up into his arms and kissed her thoroughly as he stalked to the bedroom. The lamp on the bedside was on, casting a soft glow in the room, and the covers were turned down. He laid her on the bed and stood up, pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his vest. He stripped down as she watched, her eyes roaming over each part of his exposed skin. His shirt followed his waistcoat and tie. He kicked off his shoes and socks and undid his belt and fly, letting his pants fall to the floor. He crawled onto the bed next to her wearing just his boxer briefs and she turned towards him, her hands reaching out to caress his shoulders and trace the inky swirls of his tattoos.
“You’re kinda hot, Irish,” she said and leaned in to trace her tongue along his collar bone.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Blue.”
He reached out a finger and traced a line from the dip of her throat down between her breasts, stopping at the front clasp of her bra to flick it open. Her full breasts tumbled free as he watched and he was happy to note the light smattering of freckles on the pale skin. She slipped off the straps and discarded the bra, giving him an unobstructed view of the two pillowy mounds. Her skin was fair and her nipples a delicate peachy colour. So this is what they meant by peaches and cream, he thought.
He rolled her onto her back and lay over her, settling between her legs and resting on his elbows. He kissed her mouth, her jaw, her ear and neck. He sucked on the pulse point that beat steadily in her throat and then kissed a trail down her breast bone and between those two gorgeous peaks. Her skin was soft and she smelled of springtime. He could taste the remnants of citrus from where she had nestled the wedge of lime in her cleavage.
“Mmmm, you taste good,” he mumbled and she laughed lightly.
He couldn’t resist her taut nipples any longer and took one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked. She gasped and arched her back, offering up her breasts to him. How could he refuse such an invitation? He dragged his tongue across the valley between them and took the other nipple into his mouth, swirling and sucking and relishing the sweet taste of her.
He loved the sounds she made as he teased her, laving his tongue across the sensitive flesh. Her hands threaded through the long flop of hair on his crown and her hips rocked under him. He could spend days just feasting on her breasts and nipples and neck and shoulders and lips. He wanted to lick and taste every square inch of her body and get lost in her sounds and the smell of her flowery shampoo.
“Oh, God, Irish,” she breathed, “your mouth feels so good.”
He smiled as he kissed a path down the centre of her belly, taking time to dip his tongue into her belly button before moving further down. He could smell her arousal and it made his cock jump in response. He wanted to be balls deep inside her and pounding into her with abandon, but not yet. First, he wanted to taste her.
He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. She lifted her hips to help him and he nuzzled her mound, breathing in her scent and feeling the wetness through the lace. He pushed back onto his knees and dragged the scrap of lace down her legs until it was free and he dropped it onto the floor. He sat on his heels and surveyed the gorgeous scene laid out before him.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re mouthwatering, Blue,” he said and watched, delighted, as her body flushed a pretty pink with pleasure.
Her pussy was bare, not a hair to be seen, and he had to admit he liked it. He traced the crease of her leg from her hip to between her thighs and she spread her legs for him, giving him the full view. Her pretty pink lips glistened with her desire and her clit peaked out from its hood. He groaned as he settled himself between her creamy thighs and buried his face in nirvana.
Her hips bucked as his tongue made contact and he pressed down on her stomach to keep her still. She tasted like honey and he lapped at her greedily.
“Feels good,” she murmured, “I like your beard.”
He smiled against her flesh and ran his tongue between her silky folds and circled her clit. She breathed in as he closed his lips over the tight nub and teased the entrance of her core with his finger, sliding it through the slickness and into her. She mewled and pressed her hips upwards, seeking more.
Hunter eased another finger into her and sucked more firmly on her clit, loving the sound of her pants and moans. He thrust into her with his fingers, scissoring them to increase the pressure and she bucked into it, meeting his thrusts with her own. He licked steadily at her clit as he increased the pace of his fingers and her hands fisted into his hair, pulling him closer.
He felt the beginnings of her orgasm as her internal muscles began to tighten and her breathing became ragged. He stiffened his tongue, increasing the pressure as he curled his fingers inside her to drag against the walls of her core.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried roughly as her sex clamped down on his fingers and her clit swelled and pulsed under his tongue.
He kept up his pressure and speed until he felt the pulsing of her orgasm slow and then, with a last, lingering kiss, he lifted his head and slid his fingers from her. He sat back on his knees and survey the aftermath, a smile tugging at his lips. There was nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman in the afterglow of a satisfying orgasm.
Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him with a soft languid look.
“I’ll have another,” she said, “but this time I want that cock inside me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Hunter moved off the bed and pulled down his boxer briefs, freeing his aching erection. It bobbed enthusiastically, preening under her wide, hungry eyes. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on his length, taking a moment to stroke himself while she watched. She licked her lips and he tightened his grip for a moment before crawling back between her, still spread, legs.
“That’s some impressive equipment you have there, Irish,” she whispered as his cock nudged the opening of her pussy. “Do you know how to use it?”
He smiled down at her, but didn’t answer, sliding the entire length of his erection into her tight channel until his hips met hers.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed as her eyes rolled back and her eyelashes fluttered.
He eased his hips back and then thrust into her again and again, taking his time and memorising the feel of her walls dragging against the entire length and breadth of him.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, dipping his head to suck a hard nipple into his mouth.
She gasped and pushed her hips up into his, deepening their connection. He dragged a hand down her ribs, over her hip and behind her thigh, gripping the back of her knee and hiking her leg up over his hip, changing the angle. He held himself over her on straight arms and she dug her fingers into his shoulders and planted her other foot on the bed, levering up into him. He dropped his head back, looking at the ceiling, but allowing his eyes to close and he grit his teeth, barely hanging on to his control as he pounded into her. Her nails scratched down his chest, rasping over his nipples and he groaned.
“Touch yourself,” he ground out, opening his eyes and looking down at her.
He watched as her hand snaked between their bodies and slid into her folds. Her eyes blinked languidly closed as he watched her circle her finger around her clit. He dipped his head again to taste her heaving breasts and a guttural sound tore from her throat as she came hard, milking his cock in the most delicious way. He pumped into her twice more and then let his control go, his cock throbbing with his release as she continued to clench around him.
Her legs slid bonelessly to the bed and her core muscles softened around him, and fuck if that didn’t feel good. He lowered himself to his elbows and nuzzled her neck while he caught his breath. Her hands idly played over his back, tracing the dips and valleys of his muscles and it felt like the best damned thing he’d ever known.
He kissed her lips softly, gently teasing with just a brush of his and a tender nip at her bottom lip before he pulled out of her with a groan. He took a moment, supporting himself over her on all fours and then he forced himself to get off the bed and go clean up.
He removed the condom and binned it before grabbing a wash cloth to wipe his mouth and beard. He’d happily carry the scent of her in his whiskers for days, but he knew some women didn’t like to be kissed if they could smell or taste themselves on him.
He swaggered back into the room, crawling into the king size bed beside her and spooning her. She was soft and warm and pliable against him and it felt like fucking paradise. He pulled the sheet and comforter up over them and laid his head on the pillow, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
He woke hours later to the buzz of his cell phone. Dawn was just starting to lighten the room and he blinked a couple of times to clear his eyes and the fog of his brain. He could feel her warm body pressed up against his, her head on his shoulder, her arm curled over his chest and her legs twined with his. He did not want to leave, but he had a long and boring day ahead of him with back to back meetings. But first he had a plane to catch.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and untangled his body from hers. She murmured, but didn’t wake, as he slid reluctantly from her embrace. He stood beside the bed and looked down at her splayed across the bed. Seeing the contrast of her pale skin to the golden red hair fanned out over white sheets made his already hard cock throb with desire.
He wasn’t a stranger to casual sex and this wasn’t his first one night stand, but damn if he didn’t want more of her. His phone buzzed again in warning and he sighed, rubbing his face to clear the vision from his head. He walked into the bathroom and showered, jerking off to get rid of the temptation to crawl back into bed with her. He came with a grunt as he remembered the taste of her on his tongue and the way her clit throbbed in his mouth. He knew that one night with her wouldn’t be enough.
He dressed quickly and then scribbled out a note, leaving it beside the bed with a large glass of water and two ibuprofen tablets. With one last lingering look, he walked out, closing the door softly behind him, hoping that he would see her again.
