5. Tessa

Ford wasn't joking when he said he had more plans for me.

Two hours after our shower, I woke up to his mouth on my pussy. He ate me until I was shaking from head to toe. After that, he made me hold on to the headboard while he fucked me into oblivion. Then, we took another shower, and I took my turn worshipping his cock until he spilled down my throat like he'd wanted.

When we returned to bed, he made love to me slowly and gently. It was so different than what had transpired between us before but just as amazing, if not better.

My entire body aches in the best way possible. My legs are sore, my arms feel like jelly, and I'm pretty sure I have bruises on my tits and hips.

I wouldn't trade it for anything, especially not right now when Ford currently has his mouth attached to my neck. He's kissing me softly, and I keep my eyes closed, letting him do whatever he wants.

"I know you're awake, Tessa," he murmurs against my skin.

I let out a soft laugh. "How?"

"Because over the last twelve hours, I've acquainted myself with your body quite well. It responds to me. In fact, I bet if I slip my hand between your legs, I will find you wet and ready for me."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

He lifts his head with one brow arched. "Care to make a wager?"

"Like?"

"Like, if your pussy is wet for me, I get to play with that virgin ass of yours."

I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of him going anywhere near my ass. It's always been something I've wanted to explore, but I've never found someone I trust enough.

Ford, though? I trust him completely. He's honest and open and has treated me with nothing but respect our entire time together. I've never been with someone so tuned in to my body and so communicative during sex.

"I'll take that bet."

He narrows his eyes for a moment but doesn't say anything. Instead, he drags his hand down my body in a slow, feathery light line and doesn't stop until he's slipping a finger through my very, very wet pussy.

Fine. So I tricked him. Can I really be blamed?

"Looks like I win."

Before I can react, he flips me onto my back and grabs my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees. He palms my cheeks, spreading me and exposing the spot nobody has ever touched.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this."

It's all the warning I have before his mouth is on me, kissing my most forbidden spot. I moan as he traces soft circles over my hole, working me open with his tongue and dipping inside me.

It's dirty. It's wrong. It shouldn't be happening.

But there isn't a single part of me that wants him to stop.

He laughs when I push back against him, needing more. He obliges by sliding a single finger into my throbbing pussy, fucking me with his digit while he fucks my ass with his tongue. It's heavenly, and I decide I never want to leave this hotel room. I couldn't bear walking away from this pleasure.

My orgasm builds and builds. Having him in my pussy and ass is too much but not enough all at once. I'm getting closer to my release, but I need something else. I've learned enough so far to know I can't do anything without permission.

"Ford…"

It's a plea, and he knows it.

"Fingers on your clit, Tessa. I want to feel your asshole squeeze my tongue as you come."

I don't waste a second, drawing circles over myself until I fall apart and fulfill his wish. He eats me through my orgasm, not letting up for a single second as I ride it out.

Ford pushes off the bed and pads to the bathroom. I hear him unscrew a bottle then the distinct sound of swishing before he spits into the sink.

I collapse onto the bed in a heap of satisfaction. I've never come so much in my life. I feel more satisfied than ever, but I also feel like there is no way this night will ever be enough. I can't believe I didn't know this man yesterday, and now I can't imagine anything better than him touching me.

I don't want to give this up.

Ford climbs back into bed, wrapping his arm around my waist and dragging me back to him. It's the same position we've been in practically all night—well, when we aren't fucking, that is. It's comfortable. It feels right.

I run my hands through his chest hair, loving how it feels beneath my fingertips and how his hand slides softly over my back.

"How insane would you think I was if I asked you to stay with me here again?"

I rise up, and he follows me. I don't care that the blanket has fallen to my lap and my tits are fully displayed. He's seen everything I have to offer. I have nothing left to hide from him.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

"Well, I guess my answer depends on how insane you'd think I was if I said yes."

"Not insane at all," he answers without hesitation.

"Then yes." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can think twice, but I realize I don't need to think twice about it once they're out there. They're true.

I want to stay with him.

We didn't just have sex all last night. When we were latched onto one another, we talked for hours, not leaving a single subject off the table. He told me about growing up in Canada and playing hockey, and I told him about growing up in the Midwest and how I used to work on a farm before school every morning. He told me about his favorite books, and I told him about mine. I told him about my secret dream to go to New Zealand and do the Lord of the Rings tour, and he called me a nerd but sounded interested in it. We ended up having more in common than I ever thought possible, and, well, I like him a lot. Way more than I anticipated.

So, yeah, I want to stay for as long as he'll have me.

He grins. "Good."

He kisses my lips quickly, and I can't help the giggle that bubbles out of me.

"What?" he asks, looking amused.

"I just…I can't believe I'm doing this. I meant it when I said I don't do this. It's not really my thing. You're not really my thing. In fact, you're the total opposite of my usual type."

"Well, maybe that's a good thing. Clearly, those relationships didn't work out."

"True, but my one relationship with a jock didn't work out either."

His eyes narrow. "I'm not that asshole, Tessa."

"I know you're not." And I do know he's not. I might not know know him yet, but I do know he's nothing like my high school boyfriend. He's all man, and right now, he's all mine.

Something hits me.

"You know, I don't even know your name."

"Forget it already? I'm surprised—you were screaming it pretty loudly last night."

"I meant your real name."

"Ah, that. Right." He nods. "Would you believe me if I said it's Harrison?"

I laugh. "Not a chance."

"Smart woman." He winks. "It's Nicholas."

"Nicholas," I say. "Nicholas Ford." I test it a few times. "I like it."

"Well, thank you, but I can't take any credit for it."

I roll my eyes. "You're kind of annoying."

"I know, but I'll grow on you."

"Grow on me, huh? Not planning on letting me go any time soon?"

He laughs darkly, cupping my face with his palm and dragging my mouth to his.

"Oh, Little Red. We're going to have so much fun together."

It's a promise, and I can't fucking wait for him to fulfill it.