Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Christmas Came Early

HOLLY

Our food arrived seemingly at the speed of light. I let the hotel attendant bring the cart in and set the dining table for two, instructing him to leave the metal food warmers over the plates to keep the food hot. And since I wasn't paying for anything, I gave the man a fat twenty-five percent tip.

I lifted one of the domes and allowed the scent of the steak to waft in the air. My mouth watered and my belly rumbled as I covered it once more. When I glanced at Bruno's room, I noticed he'd left the door open. That probably meant he was open to me interrupting him to let him know the food was here, so that's what I set about doing.

Humming "Frosty the Snowman", I sauntered over to his door and knocked with my knuckle. I heard nothing in return, so I pushed it open. The room was empty save for the bathroom door that was cracked.

"I'll just let him know the food is here and tell him I'm gonna wait until he's done," I said out load as I made my way to the door. It was also opened several inches.

When I got to the door, I realized too late the shower faced the opening. Standing there completely naked was Bruno, his hand around the base of his cock, his head tipped back on a groan.

"Holly," he moaned and stroked up to the bulbous tip, swirling the head with his thumb.

Holy fuck! He'd just moaned my name while jacking off. I don't know what in the world prompted me to push open the door and stare as though he was giving me the sexiest private show on earth, but that's exactly what I did.

Bruno was beyond attractive fully clothed. Grumpy, broody, arrogant, but hot as Hades. He knew it. I knew it. Everyone who laid eyes on the man knew it.

Naked, however…utter perfection .

His body was a work of art. Beautifully toned arms, thick quads, washboard abs, and squared off pecs. He had a smattering of hair across his chest that made my fingers itch to run them through the tuffs and follow it down to the happy trail leading to the neatly manicured dark curls around his cock. And what a cock it was. Long, thick, maybe slightly above average in size, and hard as a rock. And all of him soaking wet.

"Sweet baby Jesus," I gasped.

Bruno's head turned and his eyes filled with desire as they widened in surprise.

For a full minute, we both stood there staring at one another, his hand on his cock, mine clutching at the door frame.

"The uh, um, ready, food, here," I blundered.

The corner of his mouth tipped up slightly as he turned to face me, his manhood straining up toward his belly button in the most masculine display of his virility. He was sex incarnate, and I wanted a bite so badly.

I mewled at the sight of his stunning manhood, wanting all of that in my mouth, between my thighs, my breasts, whatever, wherever.

"Like what you see?" he rumbled, his voice gritty and raw.

I nodded without thinking, tracing every inch of his slippery chest down, down, down.

He curled his hand around the base of his cock once more and hissed as he stroked along the turgid length.

I licked my lips, watching him pleasure himself as arousal pooled between my own thighs, forcing me to press my legs together wantonly.

"Don't think about it, Holly. Just answer this one question honestly, instinctively. Do you want to join me?"

"Yeah," I breathed, my eyes glued to his hand slowly stroking.

"Holly, take your clothes off. Now." He instructed with a level of authority that made my knees shake. That low tone flowed through me and landed like a pinch to my clit.

I whimpered and did exactly what he instructed, sliding my shorts down my thighs.

"That's a good girl. Now the shirt. Tease me, baby."

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat as I slid my hands up to the first button. He pushed the glass door to the shower stall open and steam billowed out. Sweat prickled against my hairline as he leaned back and pumped his cock in his hand.

With shaking fingers, I released the first button.

My breath hitched as I fingered the second and slowly pushed it through the hole.

"That's it…" he encouraged on a groan, tightening his hold around the glossy tip of his cock. "Now the last button."

I slipped the button through and shrugged my shoulders until the satin fell to the growing puddle at my feet. I was blissfully naked underneath.

"Fucking hell, Holly. You are a goddess. Your body is unreal ."

I lifted my hands and cupped my own breasts, pinching the nipples until I cried out, wanting to make him as wild as I felt.

"Get in here," he demanded.

My heart thudded behind my chest, but I pushed my feet to take one step at a time. The second I got close, he pulled me into the shower, turned me around, and pressed me flat to the wall. His slick body plastered against mine as he brought our faces nose to nose. His breath was warm and smelling of whiskey as the steam billowed around us.

"I'm clean. Recently tested. I can have my team send over proof if you need." He got straight to the point.

"I believe you."

"Are you negative and on birth control?" He nuzzled my nose with his own as I ran my hands up and down his slick, muscular back.

"Yeah, and Alana just had us tested. I'm negative too."

"If we do this, we both need to understand exactly what this is." His dark eyes met mine, searching and intense.

"It's just sex." I tilted my head, bringing my mouth closer to his. Our lips just barely touched.

"No strings attached." He cupped the back of my neck and lifted my chin up with his thumb. "Do you understand?"

"I understand," I breathed, rubbing my naked body against his. My breath caught when his cock ground along my clit.

He put his forehead to mine and pumped his hips, rubbing our naked lower bodies together, creating an incredible friction I never wanted to end. Ribbons of electricity flickered along the surface of my skin and spread out through my nerve endings, setting me ablaze.

"This is a bad idea, Holly," he warned.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, brought my mouth to his neck and ran my tongue along it. He tasted of water and a hint of soap. Delicious.

"So what? Fuck me anyway. You need it; I need it."

Within a moment, he had his hands under my ass and my body lifted in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was there, right there , filling me up. His mouth came down on mine at the exact moment he bottomed out within me.

He silenced my war cry with his mouth, our tongues tangling as he pounded me with his steely length.

I lost myself to the wildness of it all, animal sounds coming from both of us as we fucked one another with abandon. My nails sank into his shoulder blades with each powerful thrust. My cries filled the room as he swirled his hips, finding what he was looking for. And when he did, I screeched as the orgasm flooded my core. I bit down on where his shoulder and neck met while the pleasure ravaged me from top to toe.

He didn't stop.

Before the peak was completely gone, I was pulled off his cock and placed on the bench seat in the corner of the shower. The minute my butt hit the tile, Bruno fell to his knees, the shower battering his back. He didn't say a word when he spread my legs wide open and lifted both of them over his broad shoulders.

"What are you… How are you…" I lost my ability to create a fully formed sentence.

"I need to taste you," he growled and tilted my ass, covering my sex with his mouth.

"Oh my God!" I cried out as his tongue plunged inside, slicking along my over sensitized channel as if he intended to soak up every drop of my release. My head slammed back, and my fingers tunneled into his thick hair as he feasted.

He went down on me as though it was his job, his purpose in life. And when he fluttered that masterful tongue against my clit until I was panting, my thigh muscles quaking, I arched into him, riding the waves of my second climax. He finished by sucking on my clit so hard I saw stars.

I'd never been fucked so hard or so fully in my life.

And he still wasn't done.

After my second orgasm, he lifted my boneless form up into the air, shut off the water and walked us dripping wet into his room. There, he placed me on the bed, flipped me over, and hiked me up onto my hands and knees.

"Hold the position, Holly," he barked, gripping my hips like he owned them. And even with my limbs feeling like nothing but jelly, I did exactly as he ordered, and curled my fingers into the bedding to hold on, because in the span of thirty minutes, I'd become a glutton for anything he wanted to do to me.

He gripped one ass cheek, as he curved his body over mine.

"I'm going to fuck you hard now, Holly. Are you ready, baby?"

"Bruno, please," I begged and wiggled my body with lewd intent.

He chuckled and ran his hand down my spine then palmed both my ass cheeks.

"Your body is a playground," he cooed, his lips kissing the fleshy bits of my butt as he hummed. "So much to play with," he murmured against my skin before spreading my ass cheeks and flicking his tongue against the forbidden hole no man had ever touched.

I gasped and curled inward, and he chuckled.

"I see you're sensitive." He ran his thumb lightly over the puckered flesh teasingly. "Has anyone ever fucked you here?" He dipped his thumb inside just the tiniest bit.

I whimpered at the strange but not unpleasant intrusion, then shook my head.

"Another time perhaps," he said with a sharp smack of my ass.

"Bruno!" I jolted as the skin sizzled at the quick burst of pain that quickly morphed into simmering, warm heat. I let my forehead fall to the mattress. "Please, please, please," I begged rather incoherently.

"Brace, Holly," was the only warning I got.

Then he was there, up on his knees, one hand curled around my shoulder for leverage, the other on my hip as he plowed inside in a deep thrust.

"Yesssssss!" I cried out.

Bruno was a man of his word as he fucked me hard. When I was almost at a third orgasm, he hefted me off my hands and up. "Oh no you don't. You're coming when I say you can come, you hear me?"

"Oh my god, Bruno, Bruno, Bruno," I chanted as he plastered my back to his front, his cock pounding up into me from behind as he used one hand to finger my clit and the other to pluck my nipple.

"I can't hold off, I can't," I shouted, while the walls of my sex clamped down around his brutal thrusts.

"You can . You will ," he commanded.

I could feel his body flex and shudder as he moved. His muscles honed, skin slick with sweat. He made love, or in this case, fucked , with every inch of his body. Naturally he found his rhythm, located the hot button within me and stabbed at it repeatedly, manipulating it and me so masterfully I stopped breathing.

"Come, Holly. Come now ," he whispered in my ear, then nipped at the lobe, sending me spiraling into nirvana.

My body responded instantly, a bomb detonating and taking out an entire block with the force of its blast. I think I blacked out as euphoria flooded my veins and visions of rainbow sparkles speared through my mind.

Behind me, Bruno kept going, until finally, blessedly, he gripped my hips and stilled, his cock unloading his release in wave after beautiful wave.

By the time it was over, I was incapable of moving. So much so, he pulled out, shifted me to my side and kissed my shoulder. "Be right back with a cloth. Don't move."

"Bossy." I mumbled, my eyes already closing as my skin cooled.

In seconds he was back and wiping his release from between my thighs with a warm cloth.

"Mmm, that feels nice," I mumbled.

"Good to know. You rest. I'm going to get our food."

My stomach growled at the mention of food now that we'd sated other baser needs. Not even a minute passed before I could smell the succulent aroma of a five-star restaurant meal. I pushed up onto my side and then crawled over to the head of the bed. Bruno watched as I pulled back the covers and got in and made a "gimmie" gesture with both hands.

He huffed on a smile and shook his head as he approached with my plate. He passed it off to me then turned on the lamp sitting next to the bed. He repeated the process for himself, getting into bed next to me fully naked.

"I thought we were only doing the sex thing, not the couple thing?" I shoved a chunk of savory filet mignon into my mouth then pointed my empty fork at him for emphasis.

He meticulously cut into his steak and turned his head to face me. "We are."

"Then why are we eating dinner together like a date?"

He frowned. "We both gotta eat, and I don't know about you, but I worked up quite the appetite. Besides, how am I supposed to go for another round without sustenance?"

My eyebrows rose straight to my forehead as I held a loaded fork of mashed potatoes over my plate. "Another round?"

That time he grinned wickedly. "I don't know about you, but I was only getting started. It's been weeks since my last hookup."

I licked my lips, tasting the garlic from the potatoes. "It's been longer for me," I admitted.

He shrugged, unbothered as he cut another bite and then looked at me. "Been thinking about your mouth wrapped around my cock all day. I figure we could knock that fantasy out after dinner, then I could eat you for dessert while you have your cake."

My mouth fell open. "Are you always this direct? You know, that could turn a woman off," I sputtered.

What I didn't expect was for him to lean forward, his rainwater scent curling around me as his hand mysteriously snuck under the blanket. I was sitting cross-legged under the covers, my plate teetering on my lap when I felt his hand slide up my inner thigh then cover my sex. He inserted two fingers straight inside as I gripped the edges of my plate and held it aloft, a moan falling on autopilot from my lips.

"I don't know, direct seems to work for some women," he growled, finger-fucking me as he spun his thumb around my clit.

"I, I…uhhhhh, I lost my train of thought," I admitted as he worked me with his hand.

I was just getting into it when he removed his hand. "That's exactly my point," he rumbled on a hiss then sunk those wet fingers into his mouth. He moaned around the two digits before pulling them out, looking me straight in the eye when he said, "You taste like fucking candy. Is that direct enough for you?"

"Mmm hmm," I croaked.

He grinned. "Eat your dinner. Just save room for dessert," he winked.

Turned out, Bruno Castellanos was a man of his word.

After dinner, I sucked his cock until he came down my throat. After, he handed me a new fork and the small plate with a slice of chocolate cake. Then he proceeded to spread my legs and devour me while I ate chocolate cake. It was the single most gluttonous, outlandish, and ridiculously hot moment of my life. By the last bite, I was grinding into his face, asking for seconds.

He obliged.