Page 76 of Truck Up

We’re back at the hotel, his grip on my hand still firm, possessive almost. He guides me towards the elevator, his touch a comforting anchor. As the elevator doors slide open, he pulls me close, my back pressed against his solid warmth.

He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, the intimacy of the gesture making my breath catch. Then, his arms circle around me, a cage of longing, and his lips brush against my neck.A shiver, raw and electric, courses through me. My body ignites, every nerve ending screaming for more.

I hardly recognize this man. But I want more of this version of him. So much more.

“Christian,” I whisper, and let my head fall back on his shoulder.

“I know, baby.” He continues kissing my neck as he slips his hand underneath my shawl and pushes my dress to the side. My breast pops free and he squeezes it hard before he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.

I gasp at the tinge of pain, but it quickly fades to pleasure.

“You like it when I do that.” It’s not a question. He does it again, and my clit aches with need. I clench my thighs together to give myself some relief, but it doesn’t work. The only things capable of quenching my thirst are his hands, mouth, or hard cock which is currently poking me in the back.

“More,” I moan.

He bites down on my shoulder and pinches my nipple again, dragging a moan of pleasure and anticipation from my lips. The elevator dings announcing its arrival, and it snaps me out of my lust field daze. I’m distracted by his touch, his lips, and I’d forgotten where we are.

Glancing around, I’m relieved when I discover no one is watching us. Christian chuckles and he slowly walks us into the waiting elevator.

“Don’t worry, little lamb.” He pushes the button for our floor and walks me toward the back wall. After setting our dessert next to my feet, he flips me around and cages me in. “No one was watching.”

With one hand pressed against the elevator wall above my head, he lifts the other to my shawl. Pulling it aside, he reveals my disheveled dress and exposed breast.

He lowers his mouth and wraps his lips around the nipple. His teeth nip at it, causing me to buck forward. The need building inside me is intense. He hasn’t even touched me where I want it most, but I can feel an orgasm building.

As if he can sense just how much more I need, he attacks my breast with his mouth and slides his hand between my legs. A deep, guttural growl escapes him when he confirms that I am not wearing panties.

“You are such a good little lamb,” he says as he shoves a finger inside me and swirls his thumb over my clit at the same time he bites down on my breast. I cry out at the pleasure that consumes me.

He’s rough and thorough in his assault and it has me falling apart in a matter of seconds.

“Christian!” I cry out as I fist my hands into his hair. Lifting my leg, I push my hips into his hand, desperate to feel more of him. My body trembles and I struggle to remain upright as wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me.

The elevator dings and the door slides open, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to pump his finger inside me as he lifts me into his arms. He’s the picture of strength and determination. I don’t know how he does it, but he never stops pleasuring me and still picks up our dessert and hands it to me. “Hang on, baby.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He continues playing with my pussy as he carries me to our room. He slides a second finger inside with ease and pumps a few times before he adds a third.

“You are so wet. You came too fast.” He grumbles as he digs the room key from his pocket.

I chuckle and lift my head to look him in the eyes. I press a kiss to his lips before I say, “I guess you’re just going to have to make me come again.”

He growls. “With pleasure, little lamb.”

He pushes the door open and slams it behind us. I groan when he removes his fingers from me and slides me to my feet.

“Go wait by the bed with your back to me.” He commands and takes the cheesecake from me.

I smile and nod, but I make a quick detour to my suitcase before I obey. I grab a small bag from the inside pocket and toss on the bed.

“What’s that?” He steps up next to me and picks up the bag. I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t look at him. I keep my head down, facing the bed just like he asked.

“Toys,” I say.

He opens the bag and pulls out a tube of lube, a thrusting vibrator, and a clit stimulator.

Stepping closer to me, he leans down and bites my earlobe. “You know what this means?”

“Yes.” I breathe.