Consumed by Love (Written in the Stars Book 10) Page 4

  “Does birthday girl have a last name? Maybe I should send my driver a picture of your license?” he teased.

  “Hartley,” I said. Why did him having my full name suddenly feel vulnerable when I was about to go do very naughty things with this stranger? And when he’d given me his information so willingly?

  “Brynn Hartley,” he said, his eyes roaming over me as if memorizing my every curve. “It suits you.”

  I bit my lip, my arms breaking out in goose bumps as his fingers trailed between my thighs and lightly brushed the skin there. I didn’t have time to reply though because the car suddenly came to a stop. I glanced out the window and saw the shiny gold and glass exterior of the Lion’s Den hotel. I’d been there before for work events, but never to stay the night. Not that I was staying the night, I mean. I was sure I’d be gone within the hour.

  My mind was running a thousand miles a minute as we rode the elevator to the top floor, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand. “Get out of your head, birthday girl.”

  The elevator opened, and we exited right into the penthouse suite. Holy shit. This man had money. And a lot of it. But I didn’t have long to admire the room before I felt his strong hands wrap around my waist. We stood at the window and looked out at the twinkling Queen City in front of us. I could easily see the Corporate Center where we’d just danced at Founders Hall—it was the tallest building in Charlotte.

  My head fell back against his chest, and I closed my eyes. His hands roamed my body, his mouth burning hot against the flesh of my neck. I’d unequivocally never wanted another man so badly in my entire life. I pressed my backside against him, eliciting a groan from Pierce as he cupped my breasts and squeezed. His fingers skillfully kneaded the hard buds of my nipples, and there was no hiding how aroused I was.

  “I don’t normally do this,” I whispered. I don’t know why I said it, but I felt like I needed to before we went any further.

  Every cell in my body wanted what was about to come.

  “We don’t have to,” he said gruffly, the kick of his dick against my back telling me he was ready when I was, though. “But I want you, Brynn Hartley. I wanted you from the moment I saw you last night at Havana’s.”

  I turned in his arms, my insides going soft at his words.

  “I don’t know what it is about you,” I said, glancing into those hypnotic blue eyes of his. “But I’m past curious.”

  I reached down and stroked him through his pants. “It’s my birthday, right?”

  “That it is, angel.” He led me toward the bedroom, then kicked the door closed and shrugged out of his cape. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. “And the birthday girl gets anything she wants tonight,” he said, pulling me into his arms.

  “In that case . . .”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  WE FUCKED SO hard and fast the first time, I never even had a chance to take off my dress or my horns. I didn’t care that they bounced on my head as he slammed into me over and over again, bent over the bedframe in the hotel’s master suite. It was hot, sweaty, and sinful as fuck.

  I was swollen and bruised and thirsty for more when I felt him slide out of me, squeezing my backside. It was my fault really. We’d barely gotten the door closed when I pulled his thick shaft from his pants. It was my birthday after all, right? And I’d wanted him between my thighs stat. I was soaked from the anticipation all night—and sometimes, when you’re a little too tipsy and horny, you just need it hard and fast.

  And boy did Casanova live up to his name and deliver.

  “I guess you were able to keep up with the Mistress of Evil after all,” I said with a laugh, my thighs still shaking.

  “We haven’t even started yet,” he snarled, spinning me around to face him.

  He gripped my upper arms and yanked me closer, his mouth consuming mine with even more heat than before. It was like he’d gotten a taste of me and needed more. I knew the feeling. I unbuttoned his white dress shirt and clenched my thighs when his chiseled chest and perfect abs came into view.

  Thank you, Jesus!

  Forget Casanova. This man was Adonis in the flesh. Dark hair lightly peppered his chest and trailed down his stomach. His pants were unzipped, and his cock was still encased in the condom I’d made sure he put on.

  He was enormous—my swollen insides were testament to that. All I could think about was having him inside of me again.

  “Let’s clean up,” he said, as if reading my mind. “I want your legs around my head in the next five minutes.”

  Fuck.

  “If you insist,” I said with a laugh. I lowered my Maleficent dress over my ass and removed my horns, setting them on the table next to the bed as I made my way to the bathroom.

  “Those were fucking hot,” he said, following closely behind me. “I have to say—that was definitely a first.”

  I chucked. “For me too.” I turned the water on in the shower and looked over my shoulder at him. “Do you mind if I clean up before I go home?”

  He stormed across the bathroom and lifted my chin as the hot water steamed up the room around us. “You’re not sneaking off yet. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t done with you. I think you and I both know there’s a lot more left to burn off between us than a fast ten-minute fuck.”

  I swallowed. He was right. And god, I wanted more.

  “I’m going to devour every inch of your body tonight, birthday girl. Then fuck you so hard you’ll remember the feeling of me inside you for the next week.”

  Christ! Who was this man, and where in the world had he come from?

  Oh, right. New York, I chuckled to myself.

  “Then get undressed already, and let’s go,” I challenged him. Confidence had never been an issue for me.

  I slowly peeled my dress off my five-eight frame and watched in delight as his eyes assessed my long, lean body. I was a cyclist and did yoga at least twice a week. I was probably in the best shape of my life. My abs weren’t quite the marbled work of art his were, but they were flat and hard when I flexed them. It was my ass, though, that made his eyes cloud over with unbridled lust. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and bit it. Then he dropped his pants and shrugged off his shirt in a hurry, pressing me forward into the large open shower.

  I noticed he had a thing about leading, and it was kind of hot. I was usually the sexual aggressor in a relationship—confident in both who I was and what I wanted. But Pierce was next-level assertive. I’d never really been with someone like him before, but I was willing to let go of control for once and let myself just be taken by this man.

  He wanted to devour me? Be my fucking guest!

  He pressed me up against the cool tiled wall. Hot water slid over my body as Pierce picked up a washcloth, slathered it with body wash, and then slid it firmly between my thighs. The hard arch of his hand and thumb pressed up into my wet center. I wantonly slid my hips back and forth as he washed me. I needed some part of him back inside me fast.

  Anything.

  He pulled one of the many shower heads from its holder on the wall and turned it, aiming its spray straight up inside me until all the soap was gone and my clit was throbbing with need. He gripped my chin as the spray assaulted my sensitive nub, then he ran his thick, wet tongue over my lips—my mouth greedy for the taste of him again. His tongue danced with mine as he brought the spray even closer. My thighs shook as his tongue plunged deeper inside my mouth, my head held captive by his tight grip. Right when I didn’t think I could take it another second, he hung the shower head back up, then dropped to his knees in front of me.

  Holy hell. If I thought the man was hot before, he was a full-fledged god now.

  Water streamed over his dark hair as he pulled my hips forward and tossed my leg over his shoulder. Without warning, he lowered his head and buried his face against my pussy.

  Fuck!


  Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity fuck!

  His tongue sliced through my wet opening and plunged deep inside me. My legs shook as he alternated from biting and sucking my clit to pressing his face between my thighs to work me over with his tongue. It soothed the ache momentarily, then his teeth brought delicious torture to my core again as he rolled my sensitive nub back and forth. I was so close to combusting by the time he finally drove his fingers deep inside me. He held me there, at his mercy and on the brink, until he slowly curled them, beckoning my orgasm from me until my thighs shook and I could barely stand.

  His fingers slowed but stayed where they were, milking every last spasm from my body. My body rocked with his, my eyes closed from the overwhelming ecstasy still flooding through my burning core. I wanted to return the favor—I needed to taste him. But before I could open my eyes, he stood and pressed the thick head of his cock at my entrance.

  “We—we need a condom,” I said, my breath shaking and uneven with need.

  “Just once,” he said. “Let me slide inside you, Brynn. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around me.”

  My body screamed yes, but somewhere deep inside, my level head said, Wait. We don’t even really know him.

  I couldn’t. As much as I wanted to feel him bareback—right this second!—I didn’t know his sexual history.

  “I can’t,” I said, worried that he would tell me to get out then. But it wasn’t something I was willing to budge on, not even for another life-shattering orgasm from my sinfully addictive, dark-haired Casanova.

  He nodded, lowering his head and nibbling my lip instead.

  “Couldn’t hurt to ask,” he said with a chuckle. Then he took my hand and led me out of the shower. We didn’t even dry off. He led me back to the bedroom and playfully shoved me onto the bed, dutifully grabbing a condom from the bedside table. “What’s your favorite position, birthday girl?”

  “On my stomach,” I admitted breathily. “But I’m kinda liking the view from right here.” I admired his swollen cock as he slowly rolled the condom down its impressive length.

  “Prone it is,” he said gruffly, making me squeal when he flipped me over. I hardly had time to catch my breath when he pressed his tip inside me from behind. My body was flat against the bed, and Pierce was holding himself up over me. I felt the first long, thick stroke of his cock as he pressed all the way deep inside me.

  “Oh god,” I moaned. He was buried to the hilt, and my walls ached as they stretched to accommodate him. He leaned down and bit my shoulder, my ass rising to meet each thrust of his hips. My body bounced against the bed every delicious time he slammed inside me. My nipples were on fire from rubbing against the comforter, and it was causing my clit to flare with the stimulation. I was somewhere in outer space, lost in oblivion, as I let Pierce take over and drill into me over and over again. I swear, I was having an out-of-body experience he was fucking me for so long. I gripped the bedding, my body wracking with spasms as wave after wave of another torrential orgasm finally flooded through me.

  “Holy fuck!” I cried out, pressing my face into the mattress.

  I knew he still needed to come, though. Before I had time to recover, Pierce shifted, grabbing my hips as he lowered to his knees. He pulled my ass closer, then dipped his finger down between my cheeks and wet his thumb, running it along my open slit where my vaginal walls clenched around his thick shaft.

  I could feel him looking at where our bodies met and wished I could see what he was looking at as he slid back and forth inside me, so torturously slow now. Then he gently rolled his thumb over the tight, puckered hole of my backside, pressing it gently. I knew what he was asking, and my insides burned at the heated animalistic need that rushed over me. I pressed my ass back, letting him push his thumb inside me.

  “Fuck, Brynn,” he said, his voice thick with raw desire.

  He set a delicious, toe-curling pace, rocking his hips back and forth as his thumb slowly stroked inside my ass and made my entire body drip with need again. When neither of us could stand it anymore, he let his thumb slide out before gripping my arms and pulling me all the way up until my back was flush against his chest.

  My body panted for the drilling that I knew was coming when he drove his cock straight up inside me, my body bucking off his hips. “God, Pierce!” I screamed out.

  “Come with me,” he grit out between clenched teeth.

  It wasn’t hard to give in to his demand. I was drenched, aroused even further from the unexpected ass play and solid fuck. I lowered my hand and furiously rubbed my clit as he relentlessly thrust himself inside me. It didn’t take long for his deep penetration to send me skyrocketing again—and just in time.

  “Fuck,” he howled, burying himself as deeply as he could as he arched back. I felt torrents of his hot come pour into the condom, his cock bouncing with the release. My thighs were shaking, totally spent, by the time he was done coming and lowered my chest back to the bed.

  He grunted as he rolled off me and onto his back. Pierce threw an arm over his face and laughed, then wrapped an arm over my sweaty back and kissed the same shoulder he’d bitten earlier. “Jesus fucking Christ, Brynn,” he said low.

  I laughed into the comforter. No other words were needed.

  I knew exactly what he meant.

  My body was spent, used, swollen, satiated, and decimated—all at once.

  He’d consumed every inch of me.

  And still, I wanted more.

  CHAPTER SIX

  WE ORDERED ROOM service and sat naked on the bed, eating hot, salty french fries, flatbread pizza, and a decadent slice of seven-layer cake. What can I say? When you’re still slightly tipsy, and you just burned off thousands of calories, you’ll eat most anything.

  Pierce even had room service put a candle in the cake and told me to make a wish. I was certain it was about to come true when I looked over, his eyes darkening as he watched me lick the frosting from my fork. I gasped, laughter bubbling over, when he dipped his fingers into the top of the cake and pressed me back against the bed. My eyes were transfixed on his as he grinned up at me, something wicked brewing behind his dark lashes.

  “Spread your legs for me, Brynn,” he said quietly.

  I licked my lips as I looked down at him. I’d never been the submissive sort, but I swear there was something about this man that made me want to throw away every inhibition and debase myself for him. I slowly opened my thighs.

  I gasped when his fingers messily spread the cold frosting over the outside of my pussy. He winked, getting comfortable on his stomach before burying his face between my thighs and licking the sticky, sweet sugar from my lips. I laughed until he bit my thigh, then yanked me down the bed till I was under him. “You’re the best thing I’ve had to eat all weekend,” he said.

  “I’d like to know the feeling too,” I said. I reached over and stuck my fingers in the cake. “Stand up.”

  Understanding flashed over his eyes, making them even smokier and more intense. He didn’t waste any time standing at the foot of the bed. I crawled my way down and wrapped my chocolate-coated hand around his thick shaft. Pierce hissed when I wrapped my lips around the tip of his swollen cock and slowly kissed him.

  Between the chocolate and the musky scent of sexy, raw Pierce, I wanted to pass out I was so aroused. He tasted like heaven, with or without the sticky confectionary sugar. Chocolate was everywhere as I used my hand to stroke him while bobbing my head down his long shaft. He held my head, thrusting his hips as we found our pace together, my tongue swirling around him with every pass of my lips. There was just no way that I could take him all the way in my mouth at this angle, so I pulled my head back, my eyes meeting his. His gaze was unfocused, clouded over thick with desire as he watched my mouth move slowly off his shaft.

  I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, his heavy cock bobbing over my head. “Come here,” I said. He start
ed walking around the side of the bed, mistaking the change in my position. I grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop. He looked down at me, stroking my hair to the side as I gathered my courage to tell him what I really wanted.

  “No,” I said, my voice raspy with desire. “I want you to fuck my mouth—like this,” I said, pulling his hand so he was standing at my head again, above me. “I want to taste all of you, Pierce.”

  His head dropped back, and he groaned. But Pierce slowly started stroking himself with his other hand. “You sure about this?”

  I nodded and pulled him closer by his thighs. I let my head fall over the end of the bed and guided the swollen head of his cock back to my lips. It was the only way I could think of to take him all the way in. I’d give it the old college try, at least.

  “Fuck,” he said, gripping the sides of my head as he slowly fed his cock into my throat from above like I’d asked. I held onto his thighs and let him set the pace, my breasts bouncing as he pumped slowly into my mouth. He never gave me more than I could hold, but I was able to taste far more of him this way and loved the feel of him pressing deep inside the back of my throat.

  Pierce arched over my body, his hips finding a steady, comfortable pace as he slid his fingers over my mons and back inside my wet center. I moaned against his cock, arching my hips to invite his fingers in even deeper. It was as if, no matter how much of him I got, I simply couldn’t get enough—even though he was still a stranger to me. Maybe because he was a stranger. I felt completely uninhibited and without shame as instinct took over and desire ruled my body.

  For just one night, I could give. Take. Explore. Push my boundaries.

  He’d shown me he was respectful of my needs, while willing to take any inch I gave.

  I knew I might not have another chance to truly let go like this. Pierce was my birthday wish come true, and I was going to go to the very brink with this man. I knew it in my core. One night of no-holds-barred, carnal fucking. I’d let him use me. I’d use him. Then I’d kiss him goodbye and have fantasy fuel for the next six months—since my heart was still bruised after Nick, and prospects were pretty dried up in my world these days.