Marriage for convenience

CHAPTER 3

My heart began racing. I should leave.

I should apologize and go to the correct room. But something in Fred’s gaze held me in place.

Perhaps it was the sadness lurking beneath his calm exterior, or maybe it was my own desperate need for release. Whatever it was, I didn’t move.

And neither did Fred.

“Would you like a drink?”

“You look like you need a drink,” he said, pouring whiskey into a glass and handing it to me.

A shudder runs down my spine as his deep voice resonates through my body, resonates straight to my core, making me squirm helplessly while standing.

It's the way he asked the question as if he already knew the answer.

As if I wouldn't dare refuse him. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's used to being turned down.

And I'm not really one for starting trends.

“Sure,” I responded, trying to sit on the chair.

“Thank you”.

I hesitated before accepting. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I don’t need to,” Fred replied, taking a slow sip of his own drink. “Not tonight.”

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, hoping to disguise the slight shake in my hand.

Fred captures my hand with his own as I try to place it back on my lap.

Electricity courses through my skin at the boldness of his touch.

It takes everything with me not to throw myself at him then and there.

I must have let out a small whimper because he smirks as he helps me from my chair to the edge of the bed.

“Your blush is quite pretty there, sweetheart,” he whispers.

The way his breath tickles my ear has me shamelessly brushing as much of my body as I can against him.

I'm enveloped by his arms, by his expensive vanilla cologne.

I'm not sure who closes the distance first, but suddenly his lips are pressed firmly against mine.

The chasteness barely conceals his demand for more.

I open my mouth and submit to him so he can taste me properly.

He pulls away first, his eyes dark with desire.

I take the opportunity to let out a slow breath, trying not to show just how deeply that one kiss affected me.

“Excellent,” I reply lamely

So much for easy eye candy. This man won't be the death of me.

He takes my hand again as he lifts me off the bed to his waist to straddle him.

His hand now agonizingly slowly, stroking up my exposed leg.

I can barely breathe. But it's not fear.

It's desire.

I open my legs slightly, giving him better access.

Fred's hand instantly moves closer to my throbbing core, drawing lazy circles with his thumb at the top of my thigh.

“I assume we can find other things to occupy the time we have left.”

His voice appears close to my ear, breathing me in before his lips rest against my neck.

I'm about to ask what he means when his thumb grazes across the front of my panties.

Stars fill my vision as my lips let out an embarrassing groan.

“You're so responsive, sweetheart.”

He chuckles against my neck before planting a light kiss further down.

“I can't wait to find out how you sound when you scream my name.

I gulp, trying to regain composure as his thumb continues to sinfully rub against me.

“And who says you won't be screaming my name?”

I try to tease him, but my breath hitches at the last second.

I don't where his other hand came from, but it's suddenly on my neck, replacing his soft kisses with a teasing squeeze.

“That is not how this is going to work.”

I never thought I could be into this kind of thing, but the way he commands me like he knows exactly what he wants leaves me aching for more.

He suddenly turn serious, gently turning my chin to face him.

“Is that okay?”

His brown eyes bore into mine, and I understand. He's giving me an out, letting me know I can say no.

I mean forward and capture his bottom lip with mine, nibbling gently, relishing the groan that escapes his mouth.

“It's okay,” I breathe against his lips.

All sense of composure and decency leaves him as he pulls my hair, tilting my head back so that his mouth can fully explore the back of my throat.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

All I know is one moment my hands are clutching at his hair, his tongue dancing with mine, the next I'm landing on my back on an expanse of expensive white sheets.

“God you're beautiful.” Fred's eyes glint mischievously as he stands over me.

One hand loosens his tie as the other reaches to lift my chin up.

Desire ravishes my skin at the way he looks down at me, like he hasn't quite decided how he wants to devour his prize.

But I know what I want.

I want to taste him.

Without breaking eye contact through my thick eyelashes, I tug on his pants, feeling around for his zipper.

His hands slaps mine away

“No.” The low grunt catches me by surprise.

“But I want…”

“Tonight is about what I want.”

Fred abruptly grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it clean off.

“And what I want is you on your back, screaming my name.”

I wriggle away from him, fighting the urge to cover myself with my arms.

He follows me across the bed on his knees, not stopping until I'm pinned underneath him.

“Do I make myself clear?”

I can feel his hardening c**k pushing sinfully into my thigh through his pants.

“Yes,” I whisper, but it comes out as a plea.

“Yes what?” His words are accompanied by a possessive nip at my throat.

“Yes, sir”

Something dark, something feral takes over Fred's expression.

His lips return to my neck, but they don't stop trailing down, further and further.

I gasp as his tongue grazes across my chest, searching desperately under the material of my bra.

“Take it off,” he orders, and I oblige.

He captures my taunt n****e between his teeth.

The feeling is heavenly, I never knew that I needed pressure right there but the sensation was overwhelming.

Heat pools between my thighs.

The friction between us is not enough.

“Please,” I half whimper.

“I haven't finished playing with you.”

“Fred…”

It's like a switch goes off in his brain.

Suddenly, his mouth comes crashing desperately down on mine.

I writhe beneath him, helping him remove his pants, his boxers.

“Say it again,” he gasps in my ear, before pulling away to grab a condom.

But I can't say it. I look at his exposed, throbbing c**k and my mouth goes dry.

He is f*****g huge.

His hand lazily strokes the pre-c*m along its length, and I have to fight the urge to lean forward and lap it up.

“Emily,” Fred warns as he slips the condom and rolls it down.

I'm transfixed by the movement, my very core shaking in anticipation.

He grabs my neck, gently squeezing as he lowers me back down onto the bed.

“Say it again.”

I never thought I could feel pleasure from this. Being controlled like this.

He lines himself up at my entrance and I wriggle helplessly to try and feel him.

“Fre…” I cry out as Fred slams his full length into me.

I see stars.

The brutal sensation is almost enough to make me c*m then and there.

He holds himself over me, his lips pressing kisses into mine as I adjust to his sheer size.

Then he slowly begins to move.

And its agony, every inch of my body screams for more, more, more.

He pounds faster and I can do nothing but lie there, listening to our flesh collide as I cling helplessly to his back.

My nails undoubtedly leave claw marks across his skin.

Then I start to feel it. That pressure, rising and rising.

“Fred…Fred,” I try to warn him, but my voice comes out as a scream.

My heart pounds in my ears and I explode around him.

Just as I hear his sharp intake of breath, he empties himself inside of me with a deep grunt.

Just as the pleasure of my orgasm fizzles out across my skin.

There was a silent agreement between us, an understanding that tonight wasn’t about introductions or pleasantries.

Tonight was about forgetting, about finding solace in the arms of a stranger. And that was exactly what we did.