Chapter 9

After staggering into my room, I slipped from my clothes and showered with ever chillier water until I somehow found myself sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the wall. Memory after memory sent tingles through me. Rachel’s warm body sliding along mine. Her eyes. Those amazingly deep emerald pools. The soft dragging of her lips over my skin. With a sigh, I flopped backwards and changed the view to the just as boring ceiling. It didn’t help. The gentle nibbling of her teeth as she whimpered and thrust herself into me.

What had we done? Nothing, I guess. Thank God?

With a growl, I tore myself from the bed and shook my head. Yeh, thank God nothing more had happened. That would’ve been too much. As I shoved my legs into my shorts, I growled again. And I never growled. Rachel was—everything. Simply everything. Why? I didn’t know. All I knew was that the Fates were cruel.

It was several hours later, I’d just finished cramming most of my clothes into my suitcase while trying to forget—well, everything—when a loud rap sounded on the doorr. Room service? I hadn’t ordered anything. After a peek through the peephole, every molecule of air jammed inside my throat.

Rachel!

What the hell? She didn’t look angry, only nervous. With a long exhale, I leaned away, hand trembling on the lock, and froze. If I opened this door...? Everything between us would rush back into my life. And it would be forever changed. After swallowing a groan, I flicked open the latch and tugged the door wide.

My life needed to change.

As I scanned her quivering frame, my heart raced. Hair around her shoulders and swept behind her ears, only a silken purple kimono clung to Rachel’s enticing curves. It was so short most of her lean, tanned thighs and the bottom of her cute butt were bare. An invisible cloud of her delicate perfume, flowery soap, and—sweet arousal swirled into my nose; I chewed my lips.

“My husband’s drunk...” Though her green eyes gleamed up at me, she paused as her chin trembled before continuing. “He’ll sleep ‘til morning. I’m only gonna ask this question once, Devin.” With a brief sigh, Rachel broadened her shoulders, looked up and down the hallway, and then added in a rush. “Would you please fuck me?”

The world spun, and my knees wobbled. As my brain whirred, I stood shaking for a long while. Though I shouldn’t have been shocked, not after what she’d said on the dance floor. Except, talk is one thing. Rachel was not Jenna. This was ... the rest of my—our real lives changing. The lives with complications. I was married. Unhappily, but married. She was married. Unhappily, as well, I guessed. We were adults. This would be cheating.

Although, and this was hard to admit, I simply didn’t care. The gleam in her eyes. That “strange” expression that I hadn’t wanted to admit was hungry lust ... She didn’t care, either.

“Why?” I asked as I leaned closer, my hand slipping beneath her.

As Rachel’s eyes widened, she rolled her lips before murmuring. “I want—”

Her soft answer dribbled into a whimper as I raised my palm upwards, lifting her silken kimono on my wrist and settling it under her squelching, velvet flesh. At first her lips rose to find mine, but her eyes, unblinking, tracked me as I skimmed my cheek past hers to nuzzle into her silky hair. While inhaling her delicate perfume, I settled my lips on her earlobe.

With a groan, she pressed into my hand, mashing her soft petals into my palm as I curled my fingers upwards. Everything wavered around us. The hallway swirled and blurred.

“So wet. How long have you been like this?” I whispered.

“All day, Devin.” Rachel’s breathy words tickled my ear. A sharp inhale followed when I dipped one fingertip into her clenching slit. She whimpered before spitting out. “All fucking day.”

When I ran my fingertip upwards, her face turned to mine, and she murmured, “I want ... I want to—” As my finger pushed inwards through her spasming, slick warmth to prod the tight little gateway, her eyes widened.

They widened further when I stepped away, pulling my shiny fingertip from her, and swallowed as I lifted it towards her open mouth.

“Please, Devin. I want to be—”

My glistening finger pushed into her parted lips, cutting her off. As her tongue lashed at my digit, her cheeks slammed inwards, sucking with all her might. Her emerald pools ignited. As her muffled whimpering slithered along my finger, a matching long groan pulled from me. Every nerve in my body jangled; my shaft, already lurching, surged upwards. While gazing at her, I rolled my fist, prodding her lips and driving my finger, chased by her tongue, around the velvety inside of her slurping mouth.

All the while, her quavering hands remained at her side, nails clicking along her shaking, bare thighs. With a grin, I pulled my hand from her and wiped my finger on my shorts.

“What do you want to be, Rachel?” Even as I asked, Jenna’s image came to me. And Mark’s.

Already knowing the answer, I brought my fingers to the knot in her belt. And waited.

She said nothing; she didn’t have to. We both knew.

Though a shiver raced through Rachel, she was silent and her bright green eyes remained on mine while I tugged her kimono apart. What little her bikini had covered was revealed as goosebumps erupted over her naked frame. Another soft whimper slipped from her as a tremor jiggled her full breasts, their sharp points protruding through the dangling halves of the open robe. Continuing downwards, my smile broadened at the freshly shaven mound—it glistened.

When I returned to Rachel’s gleaming eyes, they widened as I settled my fingertip between her heaving globes. Her lower jaw drifted downwards as I dragged it down the center of her quivering body. With a feral, winding moan, she swayed when I stopped to rub alongside her rock-hard, swollen clit. Air huffed in her shaking lips; her eyes blinked. She was so close. Already? One millimeter more. Oh, how she wanted—needed. Then, with her chest pushing upwards, her eyelashes fluttered when I curled my fingertip to run it along her dripping slit.

“I want you,” I said as I once more pushed into her. There I’d said it aloud. Curse me forever, but I ... Mark Atwater came to me; I no longer gave a fuck.

Unable to speak, Rachel bobbed her chin while her squishing petals squeezed my digit. With my fingertip prodding and scraping along her inner gate, groan after groan slid from her parted lips. She pushed downwards, hoping to take me into her, but I shifted my hand away, keeping only the top of my finger at her narrow opening.

After leaning closer to her flushed face and panting mouth, I whispered the word. “Slut.”

With a loud moan, Rachel crumpled into me and I drove my digit through her tight gate. As she twisted against me, riding my finger, her head fell forward. Her sharp teeth chewed and nibbled across my bare chest. With her fevered body rubbing against mine, smashing against my straining shorts, I was soon also groaning. Freshly washed, the scent of her hair as it swirled under my chin and her enticing perfume, both natural and the one she wore, was sending jolting shocks through my system.

When Rachel’s fingers plunged beneath my waistband to latch onto my swelling shaft, I pushed upward into her fists and groaned at the ceiling. So help me God, right or wrong, I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life. When I looked down, she was gasping for air and staring at me, her eyes wild, as her squeezing hands continued to slide along me. I grinned. It’d been a long time since a woman had given me that look.

No matter the consequences, Rachel craved me just as much—right, or wrong.

In one fluid motion, I pulled my finger from her, whipped the robe away, stripped off the belt, and flicked it around her neck. As another long moan fled her, I dragged her hands from my shorts. For several seconds, I inspected her as she stood naked and shaking in the doorway. When I returned to her eyes, I nodded, and she swallowed.

As we gazed at each other, whole volumes could be written filled with the unspoken words that flew between us. A grin on my face, I tugged her closer. Rachel’s rapid breathing intensified; her entire body vibrated against mine in time with every fevered breath. After a quick tug on her leash, I pulled her inside and let the door slam shut before leading her towards the bed.

After helping Rachel into the center of the mattress, she rolled to her back and drove her head into the fluffy white pillows. Scattered brown tresses, sparkling with orange highlights, covered the snowy sheets and framed her crimson-peaked face. With her eyes gleaming up at me and her lean, tanned frame writhing on the sheets, my heart rate redoubled. Everything, but her alluring beauty, faded to a wavering dimness. As I stood at the foot of the bed, having slipped it from her neck, the silken leash now dangled from my hand. Tremor after body-wracking tremor flashed through me while I traced every dream-like curve of Rachel’s quivering body.

This was beyond fantasy. Everything. Rachel was everything.

While her crimson nails clawed at the sheets, crinkling them tight, Rachel’s gleaming green eyes remained locked on mine until I dropped my shorts away. As soon as they flicked to my throbbing hardness, they became white-rimmed saucers; her jaw slipped downwards. After racing her tongue over her glossy lips, she gulped. A hungry, low moan slithered from her trembling lips when I climbed onto the mattress and crawled between her outspread legs. Though my palms glided along her trembling thighs, her stare was focused on the swollen mast wavering before me.

When my fingers pressed into the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs, a primal groan ripped from Rachel. As she bowed her back, thrusting her perfect chest upwards to wobble in the dim lighting, moan after long hungry moan tore from her. After tearing her gaze from my jutting mast to my eyes, she flashed a quick, nervous grin. When I moved closer to skim my shaft over her bare mound, her sharp, heated nub gouged the underside. Mouth locked in a silent “o,” Rachel’s eyelids flew apart, staring at the onrushing knob and huffing air as I continued to move upwards.

With a swift suck of her lips before once more panting, Rachel gaped at my hands while I wrapped each of her wrists with the silken belt. After a loud gulp, she tilted her head back to watch me tie her arms to the center of the headboard. When she realized how close she was to my swaying shaft, her open mouth flew downward just as I slid my rod between her now heaving breasts.

All the air shot from my lungs. Hot rapid puffs of searing heat, her breath blasted my tip as she tried in desperation to reach my head with her tongue. But I pressed one splayed hand on her chest, holding her in place as she flicked her gaze between my knob, dribbling onto her neck, and my face.

Such blazing emerald pools of lust. My, she was hungry. Such a famished baby bird.

When I chuckled, her eyes, still alight, narrowed.

“Does my slut need to be fed?” Before she could answer, I dropped my shaft on Rachel’s shaking chin.

In no time, Rachel’s velvet, warm tongue swirled onto me, sending shivers racing along my arching spine. When I pushed forward to drive over her gaping, soft lips, every long suck on the underside sent chills skittering over my frame. As I glided over her upturned face, though she whimpered, she didn’t even blink when I snapped a picture with my phone.

Nor did she do anything but smile when I pushed my tip into her silken mouth and took another photo. When her cheeks sunk and she sucked with all her might, the phone slipped from my shaking hand to the bed.

Goddamn! She had some lungs. Runner’s blessing.

Though I started to chuckle under my breath, a long moan escaped me when her suction drew at my full—beyond full—balls. As much as I should have, I hadn’t whacked off the whole time. So, yeh, after being with her, thinking of her, and dreaming of her ... Yeh, I was so far beyond full. Groan after groan left my trembling lips as I powered through the body-wracking shakes to use slow, shallow thrusts to stroke her slurping mouth. As soon as my fingertips found and rolled her stiff nipple stems, she arched, writhing, into my palms.

Taking her by surprise, Rachel was still sucking hard when I jerked my shiny, dripping knob from her lips. After a mournful low cry, she stared at me; thick, glistening drool trails looped down from her open mouth. Her eyes burned into me as I slid downward over her body. After once more kneeling between her legs, I clenched both twitching limbs in my hands before spreading them wide. While rolling her lips, she dug her heels deep into the comforter.

Again gliding my aching shaft over her warm, sleek mound, I locked my gaze on hers. This was it. For real. Up until then ... I mean, it’d technically been cheating. But now. If we did this. Maybe it was stupid, but once I pierced her. Well, that was a hard line. At the lousy pun, I chuckled to myself as she moaned, her hard nub boring a sticky trench beneath my sliding shaft. It was a hard line to cross.

“Are you sure?” I asked, while running my fists along her quaking legs. Such silken skin. So—wondrous.

“Yes,” hissed through clenched teeth as Rachel whipped her chin up and down; her hips raised, pushing her upwards—ready for me.

I’d expected her to deliberate, and Rachel’s swift reply sent a jarring shudder through me. We both craved this; damn the consequences. After my own nod, I tilted my pelvis. Time slowed, stuttered, and froze as she stared at my disappearing shaft. While keeping my eyes focused on her in case she changed her mind, I clasped her legs to my chest with one arm and leaned forward over her. My other fist gripped my root.

“Oh. Oh, God,” I moaned as my knob pushed into her amazingly soft, and welcoming, and wet, and amazing, and luscious outer petals. When my tip nudged into the tiny gap in her inner tightness, Rachel’s eyes went wide. Low squelching noises erupted around my shaft as the silken gate pulsed, twitched, and waited.

“Whose slut are you?”

Before Rachel could answer, with a loud slurp, my cock plunged into her, shoving her tight inner walls apart as I sank deep into her clenching core.

“Oh! Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Eyes wild and with her twisting arms shaking as she tugged at the silken binding, Rachel sucked in air, before adding. “Oh Devin! Fuck! Wow! It’s ... It’s ... Apart ... Everywhere ... Stretching—I...”

Words failing; her head whipped from side to side. Every part of her taut, glistening frame bucked and twisted while I pushed her clenching and unclenching flesh aside.

There would be no pause; she parted before me. One long thrust.

“It’s so ... You’re so ... Oh, fuck!” Reduced to quick pulses of searing air against my chest, her breathing stuttered as she gaped up at me.

With her slippery insides alternating between giving way and gripping my shaft, I was unsure she could take all of me. But when my pelvis slapped against hers, we stared at each other. Both our jaws hung open. Ringed with madness, her shining emerald eyes were fixated on her bisected swollen cleft. Inside, her pulse reverberated through her velvet walls while they clenched all along my embedded rod; with every forceful squeeze, she sent squelching echoing across the room.

After flicking her gaze to the prominent pulsating bulge in her stomach, Rachel gulped and managed to let slip a long whimper.

“I asked you a question?” With a smile, I twirled my pelvis.

The whimper became more rapid gasps for air and Rachel’s eyelids flew apart; my pole was dragging her entire torso around with it. My grin widened as I swirled again. How I wasn’t already filling her silken, clamping insides, I didn’t know. I only knew I wanted her to—beg. A touch of Mark Atwater, perhaps? At the loud creak of the headboard when her twisting arms jerked, I shook my head to clear it and raked my outstretched fingertips along her soft, warm flanks.

“Devin’s ... Devin’s!” Rachel spat out. After I withdrew from her crushing velvet warmth, I plunged all the way inside; she arched upwards, thrusting her jiggling breasts into me, and added. “I’m Devin’s slut!”

“Yes.” As my fingers clamped onto her thick nipples, her eyes blazed. With a nod, I added. “Yes, you are.”

With that, I sped up, giving her squirming, shuddering frame longer, faster strokes. Mouth open in a silent scream, her half-mad, half lust-filled pools stared into me. While the bed creaked and slammed against the wall, I let a grin slip across my face. Cheating? Yes. Worth it? The impossibly warm, velvet, slippery flesh clenching and pulsating along my shaft. The look on her face. Yes, it was fucking worth it.

As I pumped her, the rocking bedframe thumped louder. With Rachel’s long legs drumming my chest, her body grew ever more tense. Her entire pussy clenched tight, forcing air from my lungs. Those shiny green eyes expanded impossibly wide, and she sank her teeth into her lower lip. When the pounding of her legs became chaotic, my grin broadened.

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