Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights Page 8

  He used his card key to open the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and stepped aside, inviting her in. If he’d had a tie, the moment would have been perfect. She would have grabbed him by it and tugged him in behind her. Still, Sam once again proved to be a very wise man, already unbuttoning his shirt before the door closed.

  She should have been nervous, but Maggie stripped. First her shoes. They were wicked sexy, but stepping out of them relieved a lot of pressure on her toes. She wouldn’t mind being sore in the morning, but she sure as hell didn’t want to blame it on her shoes. Sam’s shirt draped over one of the room’s several chairs. A mini-suite, perfect for a weekend of sexy fun, and Maggie hoped they would be taking advantage of every amenity. She hated turning away from Sam, but the room’s central feature called to her. The lovely bed couldn’t have looked more perfect with its mounds of pillows and opulent duvet.

  “Housekeeping left several sets of sheets, extra blankets, and more pillows than a sultan’s harem,” Sam said, and Maggie turned back to him, enjoying his grin. “I don’t imagine you would know why they would do something like that.”

  “Those darn invasive questionnaires,” Maggie said, tongue in cheek. “So, where do we start with all of this, Sam?”

  He paused, his slacks still in place, but his long, tanned, muscled torso completely exposed. For someone who looked so slim, his muscles were ropey layers of sinew that spoke of strength, and even more of unfailing endurance. She hoped he’d brought a whole bucket of that endurance.

  He settled his hands on his hips.

  “Good Lord, do you swim?” she asked.

  His friendly, sexy chuckle warmed her even more than his hands. “Yes. I like to participate in triathlons when I have time, but otherwise, I swim long distance.”

  “Wow, I bet your lung capacity is amazing.”

  He winked, an incredibly charming move she hadn’t seen in men her age, ever.

  “We’ll have to test that bet in the Jacuzzi tub later. About where to start, that’s entirely up to you. I know we’re both here for fun—”

  “Oh, let’s have more than fun,” she broke in.

  “Okay, we’re both here to do our best to walk away limping from exhaustion and friction burns,” he allowed. “But for my peace of mind, I need to hear exactly what you want and how far we can go. As you know from my survey, I’m open to everything, and Madam Eve gave me a few details as well, so I know we’re on the same page, but still, I’d like to know your comfort zone.”

  What a gentleman. Maggie shimmied out of her dress as he looked on, enjoying the feel of his eyes on her skin. She’d chosen her undergarments very carefully. Bra with gorgeous cups that made her boobs absolutely overflow…and nothing else. He didn’t make a sound when she slipped her dress past her ass and off her legs, but when she looked up at him once again, she couldn’t help but notice how still he stood. She had his attention.

  “Well,” she said, slowly sliding her palms up the ultra smoothness of her left leg. She’d gotten a Brazilian wax three days earlier and had been babying her skin since. “There’s so much I can’t wait to do with you. I’m also very open to exploration. I’m an any position kind of girl, don’t mind a little spanking when the mood is right, and Madame Eve said she’d have the room stocked with the proper condoms, since I do have a pesky latex allergy.”

  “I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable,” Sam said, and though Maggie didn’t look at him, the tone of his voice had undeniably changed to something deeper, sexier.

  “Thanks. Let’s see, what else. Well, I love sex in the shower and bath, so those are definitely in, and I’m really hoping we get to anal—I haven’t had good anal sex in too many years to count, and I find myself craving it now.” She stood straight, resting her hands on her hips, giving a slight tilt to them to present her very bare, very sensitive pussy to his searching eyes. “And not to be forward or pushy, but I want to get my mouth on your cock right now. Can chatting time be over?”

  ***

  If that’s what she preferred, he’d never request chatting time again, Sam thought, shedding his slacks. He tried to stay cool and not show too much excitement. Any more adrenaline in his body and his cock would blow on its own, not the first impression he wanted to present the beautiful, sexy Maggie. Hell, a woman who could talk about sex like she did, who looked like sex and yet had a sense of humor about all of it…He’d already decided not to let things end at a single evening, but he hadn’t even touched her yet and didn’t know if the whole weekend would be enough to satisfy everything in him at the moment.

  “You’re so darn tall,” she said, looking him up and down.

  “And you’re not so short yourself,” he muttered. Her height was one of the first things that had drawn him to her description. Short women made him feel like a towering giant. Being noticeably taller than Maggie suited his needs. “How would you like to do this? If having your mouth on my cock is what you want, I am willing to indulge you.”

  “Oh really? Indulge me?” She laughed. “Take a seat on the bed, String Bean.”

  “At least things are moderately proportional,” he said, setting aside the slacks, socks and briefs he’d shucked.

  “Moderately?” She licked her lips, and pride filled Sam, as he managed not to trip over his feet. “I think we’ll both be grateful that I’ve been training my gag reflex for years.”

  He laughed—the sheer practicality of her words and tone tickling him somewhere no woman had ever touched. Aside from her gorgeous bra and the wicked expression on her face, her beautiful body waited for him. He’d seen naked and wicked before, but not in such perfect combination and never with Maggie’s touch of sweetness. Somewhere in the big talk, her earlier blush came to mind. A woman who knew what she wanted, but still a woman with feelings and emotions and well, those were things he hadn’t realized he wanted.

  She sauntered to him—a naked woman with her swagger could never be described as simply walking—and ran her finger up his chest. He hadn’t been called a string bean since his tenure as a super-skinny nerd in high school, but from her, he saw it as a compliment rather than an insult. Maybe she saw the term as an endearment.

  “You are incredibly sexy,” she said, taking her time to trace each slight bulge of his six-pack abs. “But, unfortunately, you’re also a little slow.”

  She pushed him with more strength than he’d have given her credit for, but the bed caught him.

  “Oh, talk about perfect height,” Maggie said, as she bent down between his sprawled legs.

  Gorgeous standing—sitting she took his breath away. But something about Maggie on her knees, between his legs, with her mouth making a determined descent onto his straining penis, put her outside any means of categorization.

  “Mmmm.”

  Her murmur of appreciation rocked his cock and though Sam considered himself very much in control of himself, his fingers dug into the bedspread for an anchor. A lifeline; the only thing remaining to hold him to the earth while Maggie worked her magic on his dick. The long licks were nice, but the suction, pure and simple, made black dots float at the edges of his eyes. Her tongue did things, incredible things, in the way it circled, while she still managed to keep the suction and pressure going.

  “Hell,” he groaned, wishing he could hold back the sign of weakness, but release loomed. He’d been close to coming since the moment he’d seen her across the bar.

  Thankfully, she didn’t feel the need to acknowledge his outburst and kept up the intense work. When she swallowed, all of his control flew out the window. The second he lost control, he wanted to die.

  Maggie didn’t seem to mind, though, didn’t pull away when he unloaded down her throat. In fact, she took extra moments to take long, leisurely licks of his cock. He wanted to kiss her brains out, wanted to turn her on her back and return the favor, wanted…a brief nap so he could rejuvenate his poor, drained penis.

  “Uh uh,” she said, lightly slapping both of his thighs and shocking
him out of napping thoughts. “You’ve got a lot of damn work to do tonight, Mr. Peterson. Let’s hit the shower. The water will perk you up, and after you’ve made me scream, I’m betting you’ll find your second wind.”

  Sam pushed himself to his elbows, eyeing her with a mix of disbelief and wonder. She was awesome.

  “A shower it is.”

  ***

  Lube. Two condoms. More lube. Towel. Fresh sheets.

  “Do you have a checklist you need to consult?”

  Maggie jumped and laughed when she saw Sam watching her do her mental checklist over the proper supplies for their next endeavor. The low-slung towel at his hips did little to cover more than his essential pieces. “Well, would you rather we go spontaneously and be disappointed when something crucial is missing?”

  Her practical side had reared its ugly head in relationships before and turned men off. Sam might not know it, but his line of questioning put him dangerously close to undoing all his good work in the shower. He’d shown off his killer oral and breathing skills while steaming up the beautiful bathroom, but if he kept on picking at her, they’d be done.

  He strode across the floor, his long legs eating up space until he stood beside her and surveyed the offerings she’d set out on the nightstand. After a long moment, he opened the drawer and added another condom. She looked at him, confusion certainly in her expression.

  He shrugged. “I like how you think, and this way if we decide to do any more switches, we’re covered and don’t have to go rummaging at an inopportune moment.”

  He likes how I think. Her heart stuttered a little. Appreciating her personality quirks took a special person. Sam seemed to be one of the few, fantastic people who fit the bill.

  “Do we need anything else?” he asked. “I don’t mind calling down to room service if there’s anything you’d like.”

  She smirked. “Really? No problem calling down for strawberries, whipped cream, champagne and some better lube?”

  His eyebrow arched in a move she’d come to adore. Challenges didn’t seem to bother him, which worked for her because she loved a challenge.

  “I’ll make the call.”

  She sat on the bed and crossed her legs at the ankles, not exposing too much, but not exactly covering up—tough to pull off naked. Maggie didn’t know where the kick from pushing him came from. She had no intention of keeping him, so making any deep connections or plans for improvements would be futile. Yet, when he sat on the chair beside the phone and settled his ankle on his opposite knee, definitely exposing his cock to her in the process, she found herself wondering where his tipping point really would be.

  “Hello, this is Sam Peterson in room fifteen-ten. I need two orders of strawberries and whipped cream sent to my room, along with a nice bottle of champagne and also, what brands of lube do you have on hand?”

  Maggie snorted, and at his superior look, she laughed. As he began casually discussing oil and water content with room service, Maggie found every part of her funny bone tickled by him. She laughed so hard she started rolling around the bed in pleasure. She’d stripped back the blankets, so her bare flesh rubbed against the soft and silky sheets as Sam continued to talk.

  “So I can expect those things in twenty minutes? That’s the best you can do time-wise? All right. Thanks.”

  He hung up, but Maggie continued laughing, still thrilled to be in the room, thrilled to be with Sam, with more promise for the rest of the night. The bed dipped and with the muscles she’d spent an improper amount of time adoring in the shower, Sam flipped her to her back, straddling her thighs.

  “You seem very pleased with yourself, madam,” he said, humor twinkling in his dark brown eyes.

  “You’re pretty outrageous, you know that?”

  He smirked. “This from the woman who wore no panties tonight? Not that I’m complaining of course—I thought that particular wardrobe choice was brilliant.”

  “I am rather brilliant,” she agreed, running her fingers up his abs, past his pecs until she massaged his shoulders. “Twenty minutes, huh? My brilliant mind is telling me that’s not enough time to make good use of my supplies.”

  “With that much forethought, I’d have to agree that any measure of haste would be completely unacceptable.”

  He sounded so stuffy, she started laughing again as she pulled him closer. “Well, I’m sure we can find a way to make sure the time is well spent.”

  He didn’t require much tugging to get him where she wanted him and while his lips delighted her when he spoke, in kissing they were amazing. She would have liked to wrap her legs around him, but he had her pinned. Maybe they needed a wrestling match. Maggie didn’t think she’d win in a test of strength, but she’d sure have a lot of fun losing.

  She bucked her hips hard, taking him off guard and using the moment to turn them both until she bounced on top. Unfortunately, he still had his knees locked around her thighs, limiting her win. She pulled away from the kiss to demand release or gloat, but his tongue slipped between her lips, demanding her attention. Dancing and kissing…was there anything better? Kissing while naked with Sam Peterson—better.

  Her position on top, Maggie realized, did not put her in charge. Not only did Sam keep his legs locked around hers, he kept her entranced with his lips. So talented, so distracting, so…damn sexy. She ran her hands up and down his sides, letting her breasts press against his amazing chest while she indulged. He moved his hands to her hips, and she hoped he would free her legs so she could straddle him and ride him until they were both sore and happy. She pressed her hips deeper into his hands, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted, but without warning, she found herself on her back.

  “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” he asked.

  The fact that she wanted his lips back to where they had been and needed his cock driving into her pussy with force and abandon provided the evidence for a positive answer. “Are you complaining?”

  He grinned and leaned down, kissing her hard once more on her lips. “Get under the blankets, beautiful. I’ll get the door.”

  She heard the subtle knock then, and didn’t know whether to groan or applaud at the quick work of the kitchen. Her stomach chose that moment to rumble, and Sam smiled, kissing her once more before grabbing the discarded blankets and tossing them over her body.

  “Behave.”

  Maggie rolled her eyes. “Me behave? You’re the one who’s going to give the poor waiter an eyeful when you open the door.”

  He wrapped his tiny, indecent towel around his hips and headed for the door. Sam turned the knot to the back, and Maggie very much appreciated the view. She could watch him walk away all day. Maybe his butt was a little on the skinny side, but all those muscles more than made up for the lack of anything else. Besides, big butts on guys always seemed silly to her. She preferred skinny men to pleasantly plump. Not that she had plans of being seen with him, she thought. No, not going to happen after they finished business.

  “Strawberries, whipped cream, champagne and lube.” Sam presented the cart full of goodies, breaking her thoughts. “I believe the food might be a good place to start.”

  “Oh my gosh,” she said, looking over the spread. “Those strawberries are beautiful. I’m game for a snack.”

  ***

  He wanted to feed her. Sam took one of the bowls of strawberries and also brought the bowl of fluffy, creamy whipped cream. It had the creamy-golden color of the real thing, and while he usually kept tabs on his diet, he figured the pace he and Maggie were keeping would long burn off any calories. Maggie wasn’t trying to be sexy on the bed, but she couldn’t help it—she was sex on a stick, without the stick, but before long, he knew that would change. She reached for a strawberry and didn’t even bother with the cream, just took a big bite of the fruit. Red juice trickled from the side of her mouth, and she quickly caught it with her pinky.

  Having been in the strawberry’s position not long before, Sam found himself incredibly jealous of the fruit be
ing treated to time in her talented mouth. The food held less and less appeal to him, but he knew she needed to eat, so he bided his time, pouring them both glasses of champagne. She took hers and smiled in thanks, her mouth full of strawberry. She looked from cream to wine and dipped the remaining portion of her berry in the champagne before taking another bite.

  The champagne tasted delightful. The cream looked good. The berries were succulent, but none of them tempted him like Maggie did. He sat on the bed near her feet. She’d shifted higher to rest her back against the headboard, still nibbling and sipping, making happy noises as she worked through her third berry. He really should have offered her more, and before the night ended, he wouldn’t mind calling room service for something more substantial. He took a smaller berry and smiled when she instantly offered him the whipped cream.

  Sam dipped the strawberry in cream and did a second dip to coat it before letting it slide over the inside of her knee. She jumped a little, but her pleasure-happy eyes turned instantly naughty. Her legs casually opened, and all sorts of possibilities flooded his mind. She kept nibbling though, with a slight challenge once again in her expression. He loved how they seemed to be on the same plane with their desires. Hell, there were some he’d never thought of, and couldn’t wait to try them all.

  He followed the berry’s cream trail with his tongue as he moved closer to the cleft of her open legs. With miles of smooth skin to cover, he took his time, meandering the creamy path to the most sensitive flesh of her thigh before finally letting the berry’s inquisitive tip drop into the glossy slit of her vagina. He didn’t have to look at her face to see the way her body smiled at his attention. After lapping the cream away, Sam tugged the sheets slightly and settled in. The awkward angle made him hesitate, but once he got a taste of her, the ache subsided.

  Sweet, sweet woman. He licked in long, thorough strokes. From the bottom of her slit to her clit, he made the journey over and over, wishing to never meander from his chosen path ever again. Between moans, he could hear her still nibbling her strawberries and that was fine with him as long as she kept on moaning. More juices flowed, and Sam did his best to keep up, licking furiously as the reward for his labors met his tongue. He couldn’t wait to get his cock back inside her. They wouldn’t need the lube if he could keep her so wet, and if he could, he’d be a damn proud man.