I let out a weak-sounding laugh. “I’m good at that.”
“Yup.” He gets up and starts loosening the cuffs around my wrists. When he’s finished, I sit up and pull my knees to my chest. I had hoped we’d fuck again after this, but I think I’ve messed it up now. The vibe is weird.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“Don’t apologise.” His voice is whisper-soft as he sits on the edge of the bed beside me. “That’s the whole point of a safe word.”
The way he’s looking at me, his gaze devoid of judgment, his dark irises infused with concern, is making weird thoughts rattle through my head, the loudest of which is,Take off the mask, followed by,Give the man what he wants.
He must recognise the yielding in me, because he reaches out and strokes my cheek. Leaning into it, I let him kiss me, and the brush of his lips to mine is so tender, it makes me want to screamall over again. “You were great,” he says. “I had a really good time tonight.”
I had a really good time too.The words swell in my mouth, but something holds them back, not least my tightly clamped lips.
He strokes the side of my neck, his finger trailing all the way down to the curve of my bare shoulder. “I know you said no repeats, but—”
“Don’t.”
“I’ll give you my number. You don’t have to call it, but I want you to have it, in case you change your mind.”
I hold his gaze, loosening the tight hold I have on my knees. “I didn’t take my mask off for you when you had your dick in my mouth, so what makes you think I’d ever call you?”
He presses the back of his fist to his lips, and even though I’m pretty sure I’ve just insulted him, his eyes brighten with what looks like amusement. “I’m an optimist.”
“Ha. You shouldn’t be. You know nothing about me.”
“I wouldn’t say nothing.” He trails kisses up my neck, and I soften against him, letting our naked bodies meet once more. “I know if I asked you to, you’d crawl across the floor and let me fuck you from behind. I know I could get you to beg for it. I know what you sound like when you come. I know what you smell like. I know what you taste like, and I know the taste of you drives me fucking wild.”
Oh, God.
Holding me in place with his hand firmly cupping the back of my neck, he devours my mouth. This kiss is raw and violent, and so full of desire it makes my head spin. He pulls away, panting. “I know that I want you. You’ve blown my mind tonight, and whatever happens next, I’ll remember you forever. But the one thing I know for certain is that I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t at least leave you my phone number.”
Inside my chest, something blossoms, bursting and spreading with an ache that drives me to kiss him again. “You’re persistent,” I say when I pull back.
“I know what I want.” A pause, a slight touch of lip to lip. “You. Over and over again.”
“No repeats,” I whisper.
He gives a thoughtful nod. “Just tonight then.”
“Yes.”
A half-smile slants his mouth. “Over and over again.”
7
DIANA
How could I resist?
After he fucked me again, my mask securely in place, I slept next to him, nestled in his arms, breathing in his scent and feeling his heartbeat against my cheek.
I never do that.Ever.
When I woke, I turned and fucked him again. Face-to-face. Orgasm-to-orgasm. Nose-to-nose and breath-to-breath. Slow. Leisurely. Feeling his length slide in and out.
As one night stands go, it was the best. The most debauched and the most transcendent I’ve ever had. He was fantastic. A record-breaker in every way. More than I could have wished for. And now, walking home, Iache, exactly as I wanted to.
It’s a shame, almost, that we’ll never see one another again, because that kind of sex… it’s worth repeating. Maybe he’ll come back to the club. Maybe I’ll meet him there again. Maybe I’ll get on a transatlantic flight ten years from now and turn to the man in the seat beside me, and it’ll be him. Maybe—