12. Dj

CHAPTER 12

DJ

My head swimming and my cock throbbing, I kiss Sydney again but release her when she suddenly hesitates, pulling back slightly. Her eyes search my face, uncertainty dancing across her delicate features.

I cup her face gently. "Hey, if you're not comfortable with this, I'm happy to back off. No questions asked."

Even as I say the words, they ring hollow.

Who am I kidding? Walking away from Sydney right now would be the hardest thing I've ever done.

We both know we're teetering on the precipice here, the point of no return. The air is thick with the scent of her perfume and pheromones. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to tear her clothes off and take her right here against the door.

But I force myself to wait, letting Sydney call the shots.

She stares at me, eyes glimmering in the low light, seeming to weigh something in her mind. After an agonizing pause, she nods slowly.

"Let's do this," she whispers, her voice husky. "But just for tonight. To get it out of our systems. And then we go back to normal tomorrow, agreed?"

"Agreed," I breathe, already leaning in to capture her lips again. No time to waste. If we're only going to have one night together, I have a hell of a lot of things to get out of my system.

Starting with getting those clothes off her.

I pull her toward the middle of the plush hotel room, into the light. "Undress for me," I growl.

Sydney undresses tantalizingly slowly, sliding her dress off one shoulder at a time, revealing her smooth, golden skin inch by agonizing inch. Her dark hair tumbles down her back as the dress slips to the floor. She shoots me a coy smile, knowing exactly what she's doing to me.

Be careful, babe, two can play at this game.

"Get on the bed," I order, my voice low and rough with desire. "Show me how you touch yourself when you're all alone."

Her eyes widen, darkening with lust. "Like this?" she purrs, crawling onto the bed and running her hands over her generous curves. "Talk to me, DJ. Tell me exactly what you want to see."

Fuck, that's hot . Quickly, I tear my own clothes off, not bothering with a strip tease. I can't take my eyes off the sight before me.

I've been fantasizing about what might get Sydney off. Turns out she's a girl that likes a little direction, huh? My cock twitches at the thought.

"Start at your collarbone," I direct as I advance on her. "Trail your fingertips down...slowly. When you reach your pussy, take it real slow."

She obeys with a breathy moan, propping herself up on the hotel pillows so she can watch my face as I watch her pleasure herself. Her fingers trace down, stopping to circle one hard nipple, then continuing across her soft belly.

When her fingers reach her slick folds, she moans again as she slides a finger inside herself.

God damn . The way she responds to my commands is intoxicating. I want to just throw her down and fuck her senseless, but I'm enjoying this power trip too much.

Needing to touch her silky skin, I grab her hips, yanking her to the edge of the bed and spreading her thighs wide. It takes every ounce of my restraint not to plunge my rock-hard cock into her right then and there. Breathing heavily, I step back, stroking myself slowly and watching her as she rubs her clit, faster now.

"DJ," she begs shamelessly, reaching for me. "I need you inside me. Fill me up."

"Not yet," I growl and sink to my knees before her, spreading her legs even wider so I can see every movement of her slender fingers against her dripping-wet center.

I gently bite my way up the inside of one thigh, letting my breath ghost against her clit before biting my way back down the other side.

"Please, I want your mouth on me," she pleads, but I'm not done watching her pleasure herself.

"Stretch yourself out for me," I order.

She meets my eyes boldly before complying, fitting two fingers inside that hot little hole, then three. The sight of her fingers pumping in and out of her dripping opening drives me wild.

Her gaze is locked on mine, her breath ragged and needy. I watch her touch herself, fascinated by the way she moves, the little sounds she makes driving me insane, cataloging every flick of her fingers, every little trick she uses on herself, filing it away for later.

Only tonight be damned.

"Good girl," I murmur. "Get yourself close, but don't come yet. Take your time."

Sydney's eyes glint with a mix of defiance and arousal, her breathing harsh against the silent hum of the hotel's AC. Her fingers move more deliberately now, dipping and curling inside herself while her other hand works her clit in frantic circles.

She's close—I can tell by the way her body starts to shake and the pitch of her moans elevates.

"Let me come, DJ..." she gasps, her voice laced with desperation.

"Let me come, please, " I order.

My cock gets even harder than I thought was possible when she obeys, moaning, "Please, let me come DJ, please!"

"Good girl. But it's not time yet."

Standing, I wrap my hands around her hips as she lets out a breathy moan of frustration, and flip her over roughly. "Get on your hands and knees."

Sydney does as I say, her body shaking with anticipation and need. Positioning herself on the bed, she raises her ass invitingly, a perfect, irresistible sight.

I get on the bed behind her, running my hands over the curves of her hips, her ass. Then finally feel her wet warmth, teasing her clit gently for just a second, and thrust two fingers inside her.

Her moan is nearly a scream as she pushes back against my hand, wiggling her perfect ass to drive my fingers farther inside of her.

I lean down to whisper against her ear, my voice dark with lust. "I want you to feel every second of this. I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Without another word, I roll on a condom then align myself at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip, enjoying the way she tries to push back against me.

"Easy," I chide her. "I'm giving the instructions here, remember? Stay still, that's a good girl."

I push in slowly, groaning at her heat around me. She's so tight, so perfect around my cock.

Sydney moans loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the room. Her fingers clutch at the sheets as she adjusts to my size, and I stay deep in her as I reach my hand around to rub her clit again.

I start an even, agonizing pace as I continue to stroke her, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in deep. Every thrust is measured, deliberate, meant to build us both up to the brink and then pull back just enough to keep us hanging there. My fingers slow on her clit, then speed up, never letting her reach her climax.

Sydney's moans fill the room, each one a mix of frustration and ecstasy.

"Faster, DJ, more," she pleads, her voice breaking with need.

"Not yet," I tell her, my voice strained as I fight against the urge to let go. "You're gonna wait for me, baby."

Underneath me, Sydney moves with a desperate energy, trying to speed up the pace, but I grip her hips tighter, controlling the rhythm as I pound into her. My other hand continues its relentless massage of her clit, pushing her closer to the edge with every touch.

"DJ... please...please!" she gasps, her body shaking under mine.

"Just a little longer," I whisper into her ear, then lean over her back and gently sink my teeth into her soft shoulder.

The mix of pain and pleasure seems to send a shockwave through her and Sydney cries out, a raw, primal sound that nearly undoes me.

"Yes, right there!"

I grit my teeth, determined to hold off just a bit longer, to draw this out into the perfect crescendo for both of us. My strokes become even more deliberate.

"You're doing so well," I praise her, my voice hoarse with effort. "Hold on for me, Sydney."

Her response is a nod and another moan as she buries her face into the pillow. Her body begins to tremble under the strain of prolonged arousal, her movements growing more frantic. She clenches around my cock, right on the verge, again and again.

"DJ... I can't..." she whimpers, her voice muffled by the pillow.

I lower my voice, a soft command laced with promise. "You can, Sydney. We're not done."

With a deep, controlling breath, I adjust my angle slightly, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her jerk beneath me. Her back arches off the bed, her moan turning into a shriek of pleasure. My fingers move faster now on her clit, a relentless rhythm that matches the steady thrusting of my hips.

"Are you ready?" I ask, my voice rough with my own desire.

"Yes!" She barely manages to get the word out between moans.

Her breathy voice undoes me. I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye over her shoulder. "Then come for me, Sydney."

Her climax crashes over her like a wave, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Sydney's body convulses beneath me, each wave of pleasure making her clench over my cock. I continue to drive into her, prolonging the bliss as long as I can until I can't hold back any longer.

With a deep groan that comes from somewhere primal within me, I feel myself coming, and my mind goes white. We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and heavy breath, the world outside our bubble seeming inconsequential and far away.

I trace her cheek with my finger, breathing hard, and she smiles slowly at me. "That was good."

I nod, then roll onto my back to stare at the ceiling.

Damn, understatement of the century. That was the hottest sex I've had in a long time. And I have a lot of hot sex.

I know we said this was just for one night.

But now that we've had a taste, how are we possibly going to resist this?