Chapter 4

4

Lola

Whoa.

Like, whoa.

I was already in a haze from my first man-given orgasm. And then I drank half a bottle of champagne and ate the best meal of my life. Now I’m being carried through the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton by a man who can be sweet, silly and dirty in the same breath. There is a part of me that says I could get used to this, but another, more cautious part of me silences that notion.

I know better.

There has been a running theme in my life since childhood. Every time I think there’s some sunshine on the horizon and I’m about to leave the dark days behind me, fate laughs at me. My mother divorced my deadbeat father when I was twelve. Things were fantastic for two weeks, but then she took him back. He returned twice as mean and bitter as before, making the next three years of my life hell in my own home.

So I left. I found a family among the dancers at my first real job. My bank account was beginning to grow, but once again, fate swooped in and closed the casino, making my hope seem futile. And now. I’ve landed in a very bad situation with an extremely controlling boss.

My phone is tucked away in my purse, but I know I must have an endless number of threatening voicemails from my boss, Denny, warning me about straying from the flock, also known as the girls who set me up on the baking show. He must be livid that I’ve gone MIA.

My heart wants so badly to trust Aiden, but I know too well that hope leads to disappointment. This time, I’m afraid of taking the leap across the canyon, because it will hurt if I crash into the hillside. While sitting on Aiden’s lap tonight—post-orgasm—letting him feed me steak while he brooded in silence, I tried to fight the connection between us, but it only grew. Why do I feel like I know all the little corners of shadow and light inside this man? Why do I truly believe he wants me for more than just one night?

I don’t know. But I’ve been let down so many times, I just can’t take the chance.

It would hurt too bad if this thing with Aiden turned out to be just another false sun on the horizon. Or worse, I could put him in danger.

Both of those outcomes would kill me.

So I’m giving myself one night—and one night only.

For hockey.

Aiden steps into the elevator and uses his elbow to press a button for one of the higher floors. He steps into the center of the moving car and smiles down at me, that gold tooth winking over on the side of his mouth. A lightheaded sensation takes me over and I realize I’m…swooning. I’m actually swooning over this man.

“You get enough to eat, baby?” Aiden murmurs, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

More swooning. “Yes. More than enough. You?”

He sighed. “One of the drawbacks of being this big is I’m never full. When a buffet sees me coming, they pretend to be closed.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “You could just break through the wall like Kool-Aid man.”

“I’ve been tempted,” Aiden chuckles. “Especially after a game when I’ve still got all this energy and no way to expend it,” he adds absently.

The elevator doors open and we step off into a luxurious hallway with only two doors. Aiden opens the one on the right and we walk into a palatial suite. But I really see none of it. I’m thinking about what he said. All this energy and no way to expend it. Could it really be possible that Aiden’s temper on the ice is due in part to the fact that he’s been celibate?

If so…what if giving myself to him tonight really does have a positive effect?

Am I crazy to be so turned on by that possibility?

My virginity might save the world.

Okay, maybe not the world, but it could possibly aid his career. And yeah, if that’s the one amazing thing that comes out of our night together, I have to be at peace with it.

A wrench turns in my chest.

Aiden doesn’t bother turning on any lights. He simply carries me through the dark interior of the living space, complete with fireplace and lush couches, back to the humongous bedroom. “Thank God the maid was here, so you won’t find out I’m a slob.”

“If you’d seen the backstage dressing room I share with nineteen women, you wouldn’t be worried. I’m used to a mess.”

Aiden sets me down at the foot of the bed, keeping his hands on my hips. This close, I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact and it sends a feminine shiver of delight down my spine. Enjoy yourself. Just don’t get too attached.

He brushes my hair away from my face and I can’t help but lean into his touch. His breath feathers my hair and he steps closer, letting me feel his huge erection on my stomach. Goosebumps break out down my arms, my nipples hardening into tight peaks. I’m immediately hot and bothered, but I’m less concerned with my own growing desire. This poor guy has been hard for hours and I can feel the hunger radiating from his muscular frame.

I reach for the button of his pants and unsnap it, carefully lowering the zipper as his breathing accelerates. “You want me to dance for you, Aiden?”

“Yes.” He heaves the word. “I want anything you’ll give me.”

Going up on my toes, I take his lower lip between my teeth and tug. “Sit,” I whisper, pushing at his shoulders until he’s seated on the foot of the bed. “Showgirls used to prance around the stage in formation and do high kicks, but times have changed a little.” I lean in and speak directly against his mouth. Letting our breaths mingle, I reach inside the opening of his pants and drag my palm down the thick trunk of his erection. “Sometimes it’s about flare. Nostalgia. Other times we dance to tantalize.”

A shudder whips through his rock-hard body. “Fuck,” he pants. “Touch me, baby.”

“I will. And that’s something no one in the audience will ever get from me.” I fist his shaft and stroke him through his briefs, which have been stretched to capacity. “I’m going to tantalize you. And then I’m going to quench the frustration I created.”

“Yes.” He thrusts into my grip. “Lola, baby, sweetie, please.”

Smiling, I take my hand out of Aiden’s pants, leaving behind a growing wet spot, and lift the hem of his shirt until it’s over his head, casting it aside. Holy mama. He looks like a freaking Marvel superhero, but there’s no Hollywood makeup or special effects. The tattoos, scars and muscles are one hundred percent real. He leans back on his elbows and causes his entire athlete’s body to flex, his expression turning cocky, thanks to my breathless interest in his physique.

“That make you wet, baby?”

I nod. I can’t lie. But I also have my pride and I’m supposed to be running this snow.

With a hard swallow, I take the hem of my dress in both hands, winding the material around my wrists and pressing it to the juncture of my thighs. I bite my lip and start to sway my hips, knowing he catches just a hint of my bare womanhood with every movement. My thighs are on full display and when I bend forward, snap up, my breasts come close to spilling out of the bodice of my dress.

“That make you hard, baby?” I croon, throwing his question back at him.

And he loves it, the confident side of me that has so often intimidated others. So much so that I’ve toned it down. But I don’t have to do that with Aiden. His acceptance of my true personality makes me feel even freer, sexier. I dance unencumbered, turning around and undulating my hips while he ogles my bare backside, his erection standing straight up through the open V of his pants, white droplets rolling down the sides.

“Goddamn, Lola. You’re going to let me lick between those ass cheeks the way I licked the sweet middle of that pussy, aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

This dance is the most intimate I’ve been with anyone, but it’s Aiden, so I don’t second guess myself or my impulses. I climb onto the bed and push him down, prowling over his big body, only allowing my curves to skim him ever so slightly. His face is the picture of agonized lust and I take a moment to memorize it, before I lick a path down the center of his chest, rippled abdomen, stopping at his turgid sex.

Taking it in my hand.

Taking it in my mouth.

A spurt of milky liquid shoots off between my lips and Aiden groans, his hands twisting in the bedsheets on either side of his hips. “Yes. Yes, Lola. Come on, baby. Suck Daddy off.”

The inner walls of my femininity clench hard at the gruff way he refers to himself, like he can’t help it. Like he can’t help the filth coming out of his mouth. Likewise, I can’t help wanting to watch this man find pleasure with a woman for the first time. Even though he’s my first time, too, I’m more eager to watch him come apart than anything. He’s so bursting with need and pent up frustration and testosterone. Peering up the rocky landscape of his abdomen and chest, I see the veins stand out in his throat, his pectorals flexing, making him look like he could implode.

All because of my mouth.

The way I drag my tongue in circles around the pulsing head, until he’s shouting my name, then plunge my lips halfway down his wide arousal. He hits the back of my throat and releases a salty tang, the male essence of it making me eager for more. More proof of his pleasure. I take him in both hands, wringing the fat base of his erection, bobbing my head up and down, sucking, moaning in my throat—

I’m flipped over onto my back.

Aiden pauses with his shaft halfway inside my mouth, his inner thighs vibrating with tension around my head. “Ah, Lola. I don’t know if this is okay,” he rasps, rocking his hips forward a touch, as if he can’t help it. “You just feel so good sucking on me and I need more. Need it deep.”

Since I can’t respond verbally with his manhood occupying my mouth, I communicate with my hands. I reach behind to Aiden’s ass and yank his briefs down to mid-thigh, digging my fingernails into the meaty flesh and urging him forward.

He falls over me with a guttural curse, straddling my face with his enormous body.

A second ago, I was taking Aiden with my mouth.

Now?

My mouth is being taken.

I’m flat on my back having my mouth ravaged by haphazard pumps of Aiden’s hips, his shaft spearing thick and hot into my mouth, tapping the back of my throat a little more with every grunting, desperate drive.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t stop.” His heavy balls rebound off my chin, loud and sloppy sounding in the quiet room. “I gotta bang that little mouth. You made me so hard. It hurts. It hurts so goddamn bad.”

I never thought I would love giving head to a man, but this is heaven. Feeling and hearing the bedsprings creak underneath me while Aiden has sex with my mouth makes me feel like a cherished tool of pleasure. I’m the one making his muscles strain, making sweat form on his corrugated stomach, making him shiver every time I manage to open my lips wider. His ass muscles flex within my touch every time he thrusts and it’s so erotic and naughty, my thighs are restless on the bed, my sex wet and achy.

“I’m going to come. Sweet fuck, I’m going to come.” His fingers tangle in the hair at the crown of my head, holding me steady as his pumps turn wild. “Wanted to get off in your cunt, but I can’t help it, baby. You’re too good. So good. Going to put Daddy’s load down your throat.”

Yes. Do bad things to me. Say bad things to me.

My eyes roll back in my head and I squeeze my legs together, anticipating his release. It’s excites me like I never knew was possible, giving a man release.

No. Not just a man.

Aiden. My enjoyment is all because it’s him.

A rough shout catches in his throat and he plunges his thickness deep, barking my name in between curses as his salty essence spurts down my throat. My lips are stretched wide around the wide base of his shaft, the delicious pressure causing tears to roll down my cheeks.

“Swallow it, fuck toy,” he growls above me. “Swallow.”

An orgasm catches me off-guard. I’m not even touching myself between my legs and neither is Aiden. It’s the enormity of his release, it’s the way his balls tighten and jerk against my chin, his length pulsating and setting moisture free. My legs kick in every direction on the bed, but I can’t jackknife the way I would if Aiden wasn’t pinning my head to the mattress with his hips. All I can do is moan through my rhythmic clench of my intimate muscles, swallowing because I have no choice. My body wants it. Aiden needs me to take it.

Eventually, however, I can’t keep up with his output and my mouth overflows. With a grunt, Aiden pulls his arousal out of my mouth and strokes it, jetting his remaining pleasure onto my mouth, cheeks and chin.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, writhing under the storm, putting my tongue out to catch the precious droplets. His teeth are clenched in pain, his knuckles white as he jerks over and over and over, his big chest heaving. He’s glorious.

“Mine now,” he grits out, shooting his male mixture onto my breasts. “Mine now!”

Seemingly depleted, Aiden falls sideways onto the bed, leaving me gasping up at the ceiling for air. His hoarse, labored breaths join with mine in the room, making beautiful music, and slowly his hand reaches down and brushes over my hair reverently.

“Lola.”

I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying to fill my lungs.

“Lola,” he says with increasing alarm, his concerned face appearing over mine. “Tell me that was okay. Tell me I didn’t do something wrong. Christ, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He finds his discarded T-shirt and carefully wipes my face and breasts, then tosses it aside, gathering me into his warm body like a child. “I don’t know what happens to me when we touch, baby. I forget to treat you like a lady.”

“I love it,” I whisper, nuzzling my cheek into his chest hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His voice is fervent against my temple. “Stay with me forever and I won’t.”

My eyes fly open at his words. For a little while, I forgot that Aiden and I need to remain temporary. Come morning, I won’t be able to fantasize that our relationship can go further than just one night. But maybe…maybe I can play pretend for just a while longer…

And hope against hope that I can walk out of here with my heart intact.