Accidental Fiancé (Unintentionally Yours #5)

7. Maggie

Chapter 7

Maggie

I ’d never done anything like this before. Not that I was a virgin by any means but going to a man’s hotel room was one of those things that should have set off alarm bells in my brain. Every woman knows better. My instincts should have told me to run, that no good could come from being trapped with a strange man.

Except this was no stranger. This was Julian Black, an old friend. An old friend who just happened to have his tongue in my mouth and told me I was beautiful.

He didn’t have to say that to me. It wasn’t as if Chloe and the others could hear him say it—we were too far away from them, and the music was loud. It wasn’t so much that he said it—guys say that kind of thing all the time to get in your pants—but it wasn’t like that. The dead serious tone and the look in his eyes told me he meant it.

Julian wanted me, and there was no more addictive feeling in the world than being wanted.

The lights from the city below illuminated his handsome face. He backed me against the wall next to the suite’s door and guided my leg around his to grind on me as we kissed. The seam of his pants drove against my clit. The moment I’d felt his erection when we danced, my mind shorted out. I knew then that he wasn’t putting on a show. And now I couldn’t think straight.

Everything went hazy as he pulled my dress up my thigh, baring my skin to his touch. He pulled back just enough to say, “This dress should be illegal.”

I panted and tried to make sense of his words. “Huh?”

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He pressed his lips to mine, his heat burning through me like a wildfire. When his mouth traveled down my throat to my cleavage, I arched into him, silently begging for more. But he moved down further, releasing my leg to kneel in front of me. Without another word, he lifted my dress over his head, placing that same leg over his shoulder.

My breaths became quick and ragged as his fingers slid my underwear out of the way of his mouth. His thumb tortured me with slow circles around my clit, and I pulled my dress up and out of the way to dig my fingers into his hair. But he paid me no mind, intent on his target as he dove forward. I was so wet already that I thought he might drown. He nipped at my swollen clit before sucking me into his mouth long enough to make my back bow.

He dragged his tongue over me, savoring the taste as if I was his personal ice cream cone. My nails dug into his scalp as I arched my back. That spurred him on, his tongue rolling over me again and again at my tempo. I rocked against his face as my core pulsed.

I hissed, “I’m close!”

He redoubled his efforts, and I lost myself in my climax, moaning curses and his name at the same time. When it began to subside, he set my leg back on the ground then stood for another kiss, sending jolts of electricity through me. My flavor on his tongue made me lose all capacity for thought or reason.

“You taste better than I could have dreamed,” Julian rasped. “If I don’t get you splayed out on my bed soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“Then we’d better get to it.”

A chuckle came from his throat before guiding me to the bedroom. The penthouse was lovely—gleaming wood, gold accents, ivory encased furniture, plush rugs—much like the rest of the hotel. But the bedroom was what set it apart. The massive, four-poster king bed sat on a platform in the middle of the space, inviting and imposing. But what caught my eye was an enormous sunken tub next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.

Julian pulled me into his arms then turned me to face the window and the tub. “Would you let me fuck you pressed up against that window, in front of the whole city? I know how much you like putting on a show.”

My center clenched at the thought as I whispered, “Yes.”

To my dismay, he left me standing on weak knees to close the automated blind. A panel slid across the windows, making it look like a solid wall as Julian shook his head. “I’m done putting on a show. I’d rather see one instead. Take off your clothes.”

I shimmied free of my dress and enjoyed hearing him hold his breath as he looked me up and down. My black bra and panties weren’t meant for more than comfort, but he seemed to appreciate them.

“More.” A quiet demand.

My heart kicked up as I pulled them off. Would he still think I was beautiful after he saw me completely naked?

He strode over, unbuttoning his shirt as he cut through the room. The more skin he revealed, the more my mind went blank. He pulled his shirt off, standing before me in only his pants, his muscles rippling with every breath. His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “On the bed.”

The last firing brain cell I had took control of my mouth. “Condom?”

He pulled a few from his pocket and tossed them on the bed. “Pick one.”

I laughed and began to crawl onto the mattress, but his strong hands clasped around my ankles and pulled my legs out from under me, flattening me onto my stomach. He turned me over and stood between my legs, his erection straining against his pants.

He rubbed himself up and down my slit before resting the base of his cock on my clit. It was torture. Pure, delicious torture. The lack of friction set my teeth on edge, and I tried to work myself against him.

“Hold still.”

I whimpered, fussy and desperate. I didn’t care how it made me look. I needed this.

He leaned down, taking my mouth for his own and brutally grinding against me. Blindly, I reached for one of the condoms while he damn near mounted me. I grabbed his pants, and he swatted my hand away to take them off himself. “That’s my job.”

“No more teasing, Jules. I can’t take it.”

He half-smiled before taking the condom from my hand and pulling his trousers off. He slowly began to unroll the rubber down his thick shaft. A little too slowly.

Watching him, I started to shake. “You lied.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re putting on one more show. For me, this time.”

He laughed and pulled me just off the edge of the bed before teasing at my entrance. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Julian. Now.”

With a grunt, he thrust hard and sheathed himself halfway. He paused, allowing me to adjust to him, and when I nodded, he filled me to the hilt. It was almost too much.

Almost.

My legs belted his waist, and he reached beneath me, picking me up. Julian drove us up the bed until my head hit the pillows, his cock buried inside of me the whole time. As he moved over me, two thoughts blinked in and out before returning in flashes glimmering at the edges.

One, Julian Black was inside of me.

Two, I was going to come again. Soon.

Whatever he was doing was different from what any of my previous partners had done. His pubic bone mashed against my clit in time with his thrusts, while inside he dragged along my G-spot, turning every prod into fireworks. I writhed beneath him to enhance my own pleasure; there was no way I could simply just lay there. How could anyone hold still when faced with this?

Julian thrust his body into mine faster and harder while he wrapped his fingers around my throat. Not squeezing, but grounding. Like he knew I was about to leave my body, and he had me secure. Steady. My back arced off the bed as my orgasm closed in on me, and just as I came, he kissed me, swallowing my sounds of pleasure while he forced more of them out of my mouth.

Abruptly, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He picked my hips up and spread my legs, licking me from my clit up before hammering back into me. But then he slowed down and laid on my back, still buried deep. His stubble-covered cheek grazed my ear.

I couldn’t move—he was too heavy. Jules reached around and played with my clit as he slowly fucked me. I gripped the edge of the bed beneath the pillows. I had to hold onto something or I’d float away.

His low voice rumbled, “You were always such a good girl, Maggie. Too good for someone like me. But you’re being so bad right now, squeezing on my cock like that. Hovering next to your orgasm, shaking like a leaf. You wanted to be bad back then, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He thrust as deep as he could and I cried out. “You love it when I pound this little pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, please don’t stop!”

“Never,” he promised, and his thrusts resumed. “God, you’re so fucking wet you’re making a mess on these sheets.”

I shuddered, so close I could taste it. “That’s your fault.”

A deep laugh escaped him. “Yeah. It is.” He didn’t let up on my clit as he fucked me in long strokes. “I’m starting to think you were a dirty girl in hiding.” He leaned back, taking my hips with him. Our bodies smacked together as he rode me, one hand on my hip, the other still working my clit. “Show me what a dirty girl you are and come for me.”

I lost it right then and there, screaming my fool head off as I came, throbbing on him. He didn’t let up. He only worked me harder until I saw stars when I came again. But it was too much. My body couldn’t contain this kind of pleasure.

Julian didn’t back off, even when I tried to crawl away. The playful growl in his voice set me on edge. “Where do you think you’re going?” He yanked me to him and rolled me onto my back again. He kneeled and pulled me onto his lap. Before he entered me again, he asked, “Need to stop?”

I’d barely started to shake my head when he pulled me onto his cock, his hands bracing my low back so all I had to do was loop my arms around his neck. I was a little sore but I wasn’t about to stop. Not when it felt this good.

He bounced me on his length and rearranged us until I was riding him in earnest while he laid back. Thunder rumbled in his chest as he studied me. He reached up, flicking his thumb over my tight nipple. “I love watching your tits bounce like that.”

He popped his hips up, almost knocking me off balance. I laughed nervously as he grinned and sat up. Jules cupped my jaw, and that same naughty thumb rubbed over my bottom lip before he bit me there. The slight pain drove me closer to another orgasm as I rode him harder. His other hand found my low back and pressed down as he cocked himself up, the added pressure sending my body raging. My moans became sobs as my body spasmed, and I climaxed again.

He growled and I felt his cock thicken inside of me. “That’s it, dirty girl. You’re gonna make me come.” I fell apart at his warning, another orgasm taking over. Something animalistic thundered out of him as he came inside of me.

Julian devoured my mouth until we had to catch our breath. We held still, bound together like that. Sweat poured down my back. I should have been exhausted, but I wanted more. We pride ourselves apart, both of us collapsing on the bed.

It should have been awkward but it wasn’t. Julian spooned me like it was the most natural thing in the world, we fit together perfectly. One arm rested on my waist while the other was my headrest. He planted kisses along my bare shoulder.

I broke the silence. “This is weird, right?”

He stiffened up. “How so?”

“Weird because it isn’t weird. Me and you, I mean. Like it should be weird but it’s not. I don’t get it.”

He relaxed again. “Do you always look for problems?”

“We’re not a couple, Jules. It’s been years, we don’t know each other as adults. Yet I still feel comfortable with you. Even after all this time, after what we just did.”

“That’s unusual for you?”

I bobbed my head. “Sex can be awkward, even for a couple. But there’s nothing awkward here. It feels… strange.”

He laughed. “It feels strange because it’s not awkward? Do you always look for problems?”

“Okay, maybe, but how else am I supposed to anticipate things? When you let your guard down, life disappoints you.” And by life, I mean people .

“Then let’s make tonight a one-time thing. This doesn’t need to be something with expectations. It’s one night of fun, and by the sound of things, we both need something without pressure attached to it.”

“That’s such a guy thing to suggest.”

Another chuckle. “Well, I am a guy, so…”

I rolled over to face him. “You’re sure that’s what you want? A one-night stand?”

He went quiet for a beat. “That’s the standard operating procedure for reunion hook-ups, isn’t it?”

“Right.” It was good we were being straight with each other. I’d never had a true one-night stand before, and it always sounded better than a relationship. Less pressure, like he said. I know a one-night stand can be seen as being used but as long as it’s mutual, which, in this case, it is, I don’t see anything wrong with it. Honesty is best for most things, especially in this case. “No promises to call, no future plans. Just fun.”

Again, he took a moment to answer. “Exactly.”

“You know, there are all kinds of things we can do in one night.”

He smiled wryly. “Show me.”

So, I did.