It's a Wonderful Lie

Chapter Four

Caspian

Fuck me.

I didn’t mean to start talking to the gorgeous woman sitting near me at the bar tonight. She was clearly in her own world, but I couldn’t hold my tongue when she mentioned burning her dress. That f*****g dream of a dress that looked as buttery soft as her pale skin and fit her like a damn glove, accentuating so many curves and those f*****g legs that cascaded over the bar stool like a waterfall.

I couldn’t help but wonder if her time at the bar was a result of a bad date or being stood up. Though I couldn’t imagine anyone in their right mind would choose to miss out on a single second with this beautiful woman.

And when she kept talking to me, I assumed the flirtatious nature of our conversation was all in my head. Surely not everything she said could be an innuendo. I’m just a man about due for a mid-life crisis who’s enamored by this gorgeous, young woman and the wrong head of mine must be interpreting her words. Right?

But now? Now her statement feels extremely clear. We could go back to your room and talk less…

Yeah, there’s no way I misinterpreted that. And while I’m not the type of guy who has ever slept with a woman after just meeting her, there’s something about her that I can’t deny. And I know there’s no way I’m about to refuse anything she asks for tonight.

“After you,” I hold my arm out, allowing her space to stand. She begins making her way towards the lobby elevators and I fall in step behind her, keeping my hand low on her back, already staking my claim.

We don’t speak a single word or look at each other the entire journey to my suite. But it’s not awkward at all. It’s charged. Powerful. I can feel the tension between us building with the one simple contact that I won’t untether until I can have more.

I scan my keycard and as soon as I get in the room and flip the lights on, I turn and find her pressed against the door, giving me the most seductive eyes I’ve ever seen.

“I already know you like my dress,” she says, her hands smoothing the fabric over her hips as I follow the movement with my gaze.

“Mhmm,” I lick my lips as I take a slight step towards her.

“What about my shoes?” She slowly drags her right foot up her left leg until her sparkly heel is on display at her knee and a sizable amount of her thigh is now exposed through the slit in her dress.

I nod as she trails her foot back down, “Sexy.”

She bites her lip as it curves into that tempting smile, “Yes, but I’ve been dying to take them off all night. Could you help?”

This woman is a f*****g mastermind, controlling the situation while I’m completely helpless to her wiles. We haven’t been alone five minutes and I’m already getting down on my knees for her.

I lift her left foot off the ground keeping my eyes locked on hers above me. Sliding my hand over the top of her foot I find a tiny buckle on the outside of her ankle just as she makes a soft noise in her throat that causes my d**k to twitch. Without taking my eyes off hers, I kiss the inside of her ankle before setting the heel on the center of my chest where I slowly release the clasp and slide her foot out of the shoe, placing it gently back to the ground.

Tossing the heel off to the side, I repeat the entire routine with her other foot, but before I have a chance to place it down, she takes control again and stamps it on top of my shoulder, pulling me the slightest bit closer to her.

“You look really good down there on your knees for me, you know…” her legs wobble and allow me a peek at what’s underneath her dress. I’m more than ready to dive in there, but this is her show. I’m just along for the ride.

“Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow up at her, “Anything else I can do for you while I’m down here?”

She licks her lips but doesn’t say anything and I wonder if, for the first time tonight, she’s hesitant to ask for what she really wants.

“A foot massage, maybe?” I offer, skimming my fingertips along her shin, eliciting a shiver from her, “Or—”

“Shut up and f**k me with your tongue.”

Something crosses over her vision like she’s surprised herself with that phrase, but it doesn’t even last a second because I’m obeying her orders, spreading her wide as I slide my hands up her thighs, bringing the dress higher by the inch to reveal that delicious spot she’s demanding I taste, completely uncovered.

No underwear means I have a front row view to how drenched she is.

Any other night I’d take my time. I’m big on foreplay, especially to enhance a woman’s pleasure. But damn, I don’t know if it’s possible for her to get any more turned on.

So I throw my blueprint out the window and dive right in.

The taste of her as I lick between her dripping folds, combined with her scent, already has me in a drug-lust haze. I feel drunk and somehow out of control of my actions, desperately seeking more.

When one of her hands grabs onto my hair and presses me deeper into her, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. She’s close and wants to come. She wants me to make her come. And f**k if I’m not going to give it to her.

Without a second thought, I latch onto her c**t and suck. Hard.

The scream that releases from her, echoing around the room, is music to my ears. I work my tongue in fast flicks and I continue to suck and push two fingers inside her, which slide in so smoothly from how wet she is. I’m immediately met with a squeeze as I rub my fingers against her inner ridges while pushing against her stomach with my other hand.

She responds in kind by clawing her nails even further into my head, tightening her grip and pulling me deeper into her. She’s right on the edge and I keep with exactly what I’m doing, following her body’s cues to give her what she needs to get there.

My tongue and fingers fall into her rhythm as she grinds into my face and as I look up to find her hazily beaming down at me like I’m the greatest toy she’s ever owned, I finally take count of my own body and realize I’m the hardest I’ve ever been. My d**k is ready to explode from her gaze alone, dying from the pressure of still being constrained in my pants.

I haven’t even helped her orgasm with my mouth yet and I’m already thinking about all the ways I’m going to f**k her with my c**k. The mental image stirs me with extra motivation and I pick up my speed without realizing it.

But that seems to do the trick as her eyes roll up and she releases a shrieking gasp right as her walls pulse around my fingers. I continue sucking her c**t, desperate for her to squeeze my c**k like that.

She’s still riding the wave of her orgasm, but I know she can give me another one. So even though she’s in charge, I speak up and beg, “One more, baby. Keep coming all over my tongue. You taste so good. I need more.”

My words send another shockwave of lust through her and she’s free falling once more. Her p***y is choking my fingers and I want to keep them there until the last second, but her knees are wobbling from over-exertion, so I remove my hand and mouth, taking her in for just a moment as I stand.

She’s f*****g incredible.

I scoop her up while she’s still shaking, and she wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into my embrace.

“Why don’t I take you to lie down for a little bit?” I offer the completely sated woman in my arms. Her chest is still heaving, but she’s grinning up at me with the cutest smirk.

“Shut up and f**k me in your bed,” she breathes out on a laugh.