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  I plunged my tongue into her opening, tasting her arousal, a thumb circling her clit and I had to hold her down with my other hand. Alexis bucked against me, her back arching off of the bed, being extremely vocal in her pleasure.

  Shit, her reaction was pushing me to the brink. She was so responsive to every single little touch and she tasted exquisite. I replaced my tongue with my fingers and sucked on her clit, grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin. Pulling away just as suddenly, I sat up on my heels, a grin spreading on my face seeing her open and exposed in front of me.

  "Touch yourself," I growled, reaching for another condom. "Keep yourself at the edge."

  Her fingers swirled over her clit as I rolled the condom over my cock and positioned the head at her opening. Prying her hand away, I pushed into her with a satisfied groan.

  I fucked her again and she took everything I gave, meeting every thrust with one of her own. She was the wild storm that had finally calmed mine. Where the fuck did she come from?

  This woman was going to kill me. Right then, I didn't care if I died, as long as it was with my cock inside her.

  Alexis

  I hadn't had sex like that in a long time. Shit, I hadn't had sex like that ever and certainly not in the last three years. The only thing that had been inside me in that time were my own fingers and the purple vibrator I kept in the bedside table at home. I'd forgotten how good it felt to have a man against my skin.

  Rolling over, I came face to face with the best sex of my life. Joe was smiling at me, his eyes still heavy with sleep, his hard on pressing into my thigh. He really did have an impressive dick and had used it to maximum effect four times before finally passing out.

  Running my hand over his arm, I skimmed my fingertips over his hip and curled my palm around his length. His breath hitched as I began to stroke his cock and suddenly, I felt powerful. I had this beautiful fucking man in my hands...literally.

  Hooking a leg over his waist, I rubbed his crown against my clit as my hand worked his base. He flexed against me, increasing the friction between us, his fingers digging into my thigh.

  "How long do we have?" he asked.

  I glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock, not slowing the pace. "A few hours yet."

  "Then let's spend them wisely."

  He began kissing and sucking his way along my shoulder, but I had a wicked thought. He groaned when I let go of his cock, but I pushed him on his back, straddling his waist, feeling the underside of his cock pressing up against my folds. Joe's eye lit up at the sight of me over him and a hand reached for a condom on the side table.

  "You want to ride me?" he asked, flexing into my pussy.

  Rolling my hips forward, I nodded, biting on my bottom lip. Rising up onto my knees, I let him ready himself, but when he went to press inside me, I swatted his hands away so I could take control. Guiding the tip of his cock to my opening, I slid down the length slowly, feeling him fill me bit by bit. Glancing down, I couldn't help the satisfied smirk that spread across my face at the expression on his. His lips were parted in pleasure, his eyes dark and locked on mine. The moment we joined, we both let out a moan. Fuck, this was intense. I'd never felt this switched on in my entire life and I was loving every second of it.

  I began to rise, feeling his cock against my slick walls and sinking again, reveling in him filling me. He belonged there, his cock belonged in me. It felt right and who the fuck knew how that was possible when I didn't even know a thing about the guy, except the fact that he was footing the bill for our layover fuck pad. Arching my back, I grasped his thighs, digging into his flesh as I rode him, casting all my thoughts aside.

  "Fuck," he groaned, running his palms up and down my thighs. "You look beautiful riding my cock."

  "You feel so good," I breathed, letting my head fall back. He moved underneath me, helping me slide up and down his shaft and I gasped when I felt his thumb graze my open and wanting clit.

  "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with tension. "Ride me, Alexis. Own it."

  His words from the night before flooded back to me, own it and fuck everyone else, and I began to quicken the pace, not giving a stuff what I looked like. Not giving a stuff that my breasts were bouncing up and down, not giving a stuff that my entire body was on show to him. I owned it.

  Joe's thumbs circled my clit and he pinched me hard, a splinter of pleasure and pain shock-waving through my body. I was so fucking close, but I didn't want this moment to end. Boldly, I opened my eyes and stared down at him, watching him come undone, watching the expression on his handsome face as I fucked him. I was doing this to him. Me.

  Joe's gaze lifted from my breasts and met mine. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my back and hands were spreading my legs up and open. He began pounding into me, his pelvis slapping against my clit, and I cried out at the sudden spike of pleasure. Fuck, he was an animal, carnal…and it was such a turn on, I didn't want him to stop.

  "Come for me, Alexis," he hissed into my ear. "Let it go."

  I felt my orgasm bubbling to the surface, just as explosive as the night before and I couldn't control it. I came apart under his onslaught, my pussy tightening around his cock, stars prickling my vision.

  "That's it," he growled into the crook of my neck, sweat sticking us together. "Fucking milk my cock."

  His words only spurred me on and my orgasm kept rolling on and on until he thrusted hard, a satisfied groan rumbling through his chest as he came inside me, but he didn't stop. This was the moment the guy would usually collapse on top of me, totally done, but Joe thrusted again and again, and I wondered if there was an end to his own pleasure, or mine for that matter. I'd climaxed to the point I felt like I was going to split in two, but the tail end was rolling on into oblivion. Fuck, this guy was good.

  Just when I thought I was going to forget who I was, he stilled over me and pressed his lips against mine. We kissed, our tongues swirling together in tender waves before he collapsed into my body, his weight half on and half off me.

  "Shit," he hissed, his chest still heaving against mine. "Great fuck."

  "You really know what to do with that cock of yours, don't you?"

  He laughed, his chest rumbling against mine. "You know a thing or two yourself, beautiful."

  "I don't usually do this you know," I said, staring up at the ceiling. "Reschedule flights and fuck strange men in hotels all night."

  He didn't say anything for a while and I felt old insecurities coming to the surface. Had I said the wrong thing?

  "Do you regret it?" he asked, quietly.

  His cock was still in me, so I tightened around him and his gaze met mine. "No."

  "I've never fucked like that, just so you know."

  "Like an animal?"

  "I've been with a lot of woman, Alexis, I won't lie to you about that." I felt my heart constrict and it must have translated to my face, because he reached up and cupped my cheek in a strong hand. "I've fucked a lot of women, but-" He clamped his mouth shut and before I could do anything about it, he pulled out and rolled off the bed.

  I watched him walk into the bathroom, my gaze travelling the length of his naked body. There were a lot of tattoos I hadn't noticed before and suddenly, I wished I'd taken the time to really look. Something had changed in his demeanor and I wasn't sure what I'd done. We'd been clear with each other from the beginning. We'd fuck, one night, no holes barred, then once we got off the plane in Melbourne it was see ya later.

  We were still in Hong Kong and I wasn't going to let him make me do the walk of shame ahead of time. Fuck him.

  Climbing out of bed, I followed Joe into the bathroom, where he was stepping into the shower. He was mine for a few hours yet and I'd keep him naked until we had to leave for the airport.

  Sensing movement behind him, Joe looked up and his gaze met mine. Not giving him a chance to speak or take control, I pushed him back into the tiles and kissed him underneath the stream of water.

  "I don't give a
shit what you have and haven't done before we met," I murmured against his mouth. "I thought this was just about now. Fuck that other shit. Forget about it." I trailed my hands over his pecs, circling my thumbs over his nipples. "Don't ruin it. Don't ruin this. Live the fantasy for as long as we can."

  Taking control, he pressed my back into the cool tiles, lowering his mouth onto mine. Our tongues swirled together lazily as his hands caressed my breasts and another erection was pressed into my stomach.

  "Does that thing ever go down?" I asked as his mouth moved down my neck.

  I felt his lips curve against my skin. "No."

  "I want to taste you," I said boldly. We'd done pretty much everything else, so why not?

  "You can have whatever you want." Of course. What guy wouldn't decline a blow job?

  Sinking to my knees, I took in his length with greedy eyes and wondered how I was going to manage it. I wasn't exactly well practiced in the art of oral sex.

  I licked the underside of his cock in one long stroke and closed my lips around the head. He drew in a sharp hiss, his fingers curling through my wet hair. Swirling my tongue around the crown, I tasted his salty pre-come and moaned. Fuck, he tasted good. I'd never enjoyed sucking off men before, but there was something about Joe that made me want to take him as deep as I could. I thought about all the oral sex scenes I'd written in my novels and decided to take a leaf out of my own workbook.

  Cupping his balls in one hand and circling the base of his cock with the other, I lowered my mouth over him, taking his dick as deep as I could. His tip hit the back of my throat and I knew my natural reflex was to gag, but it never came. I think he cried out my name, I wasn't entirely sure, but I pulled back, sucking him hard, working his base with my hands. Fingers tugged my hair painfully, but it only spurred me on.

  I took him again and again, bobbing up and down his length, teasing with my tongue, sucking, delighting in the knowledge he was coming undone yet again because of me. He stroked into my mouth, guiding my movements, helping me pleasure him and I knew that I wanted to feel him come. I wanted to taste him come. Sweet fucking hell, the thought of a man coming in my mouth used to repulse me. Where the fuck was this coming from?

  "Alexis," Joe moaned. "I'm close. I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't stop now."

  Ignoring him, I took his cock between my lips again and sucked hard, baring my teeth against the underside and dragging lightly to his tip.

  "Shit," he hissed and I took him deep as he spurted hot and hard into the back of my throat. I fucked him with my mouth, drawing everything out of him, tasting his pleasure on my tongue, swirling it around his tip before swallowing.

  Strong hands circled around my upper arms and he pulled me to my feet, capturing my mouth with his, tasting himself, and tasting what I'd just done to him.

  "Fuck...your mouth..."

  "You taste amazing," I said, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

  "What are we going to do about you?" he asked darkly, letting his hands run down my stomach and over my clit.

  As he slipped two fingers inside my aching pussy, I let my eyes roll back into my head. Fuck. Hong Kong would never be the same again.

  Joe

  I've fucked a lot of women, but I've never fucked one quite like you. One that has erased the memory of everyone before and everyone to come.

  Those were the words of attachment. I didn't need anyone and being the stupid fuck I was, I almost said them to her in the afterglow. Shit. Fuck. Ass. Cunt.

  Alexis sat across from me in the terminal, a box of takeout noodles in front of her, the roar of the airport around us muted outside the bubble we seemed to be seated in. All I could think about was her touch, her taste, and the sensation of burying into her. All of it was dampened by the fact that it was t-minus thirty minutes until boarding began.

  Twirling the noodles on her plastic fork, she caught me staring and gave me a little smile. I could almost believe she was mine and I was hers. I knew all the intimate parts of her, but everything else was a mystery. Her name was Alexis, she wrote for a living and she was a fucking devil in bed. Surely, that's all I needed to know?

  Her foot connected with my shin under the table. "Stop looking at me like you've seen me naked."

  "I have seen you naked." How was it possible to talk to her so easily? All those other women had just fulfilled a need and left. They didn't stick around for the small talk afterward, I wouldn't let them. Was it because we were forced to catch this flight together? Probably. Maybe. Who knew?

  Alexis kicked me again. "Do you want some?" She held out the cardboard box of noodles.

  Shaking my head, I let my hand wander under the table, caressing her inner thigh. I couldn't stop touching her.

  "They're really good."

  "Better than my cock?"

  "Joe," she scolded, glancing at the people sitting at the table next to us.

  "C'mon," I groaned.

  "It was pretty tasty."

  "What? The noodles or my cock?"

  "Your cock." She laughed when I pinched her in between the legs.

  "Can you feel where I've been?"

  She just gave me a wicked little smile and I knew she was sore in all the right places. The most important one being right between her sexy legs. Fuck, she was a vixen. Who'd have thought it? Some women were quick reads, a few pages and that was it. Alexis…she was War and fucking Peace and I'd only gotten past the first page.

  Live the fantasy for as long as we can. There was a big fucking problem with that. I wasn't sure that I wanted it to end.

  If she knew who I was and the way I'd treated the women before her…would she want to stay then? I didn't know much about her, but I got the feeling she was on another plane of existence to me. A higher one I would never be able to reach. If she was War and Peace, I was a Little Golden Book. Short, simple and childish.

  "What's this?" she asked, holding my hand in hers.

  "What's what?"

  "Your tattoo." She tugged on my right index finger.

  "It's a reminder," I said.

  "What is it?"

  "It's called a unalome," I explained. "It's used in Buddhist yants...prayers."

  "What does it mean?"

  "It signifies the journey of life. Each twist is a bump in the road, before you reach nirvana. Hopefully."

  Alexis frowned at me before inspecting the tattoo again. When she seemed satisfied, she dropped my hand and glanced away, a thoughtful look on her face.

  "What?" I asked, dying to know what was going through her pretty head.

  "You don't seem to be the type of guy that's into Buddhism."

  "No, but I respect the idea of it."

  After that, every time I opened my mouth to ask her something, she'd place a finger over my lips and say, "No questions, remember?" And whatever I was thinking about would disappear in a puff of smoke. Did she realize that she could silence me with a single touch? Probably, because she kept doing it.

  When we finally boarded the plane, we sat together and endured the take off, the inflight meals, the endless hours of crappy sleep, the droning background noise of the engines and finally the landing - all with that same crackling in the air, the same tension that brought us together, the same charge that kept me hard.

  We stood together at passport control, had our photos taken at the automated gates and walked together to collect our bags from the carousel. We stood beside each other, the backs of our hands touching, as we waited in line for customs. The attendant checked our landing cards and pointed to the exit. It was the end of the line and I hadn't said a fucking thing.

  Walking through the doors and out into the concourse of Melbourne's Tullamarine airport, Alexis stopped and turned to face me, her pretty black hair tumbling around her shoulders.

  "Well," she said. "It's been real, Joe, but a deal's a deal."

  Lowering my lips to hers, I kissed her softly. "I guess."

  Pulling back, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase an
d began walking away, weaving through clumps of people who were waiting for other passengers to come through the doors. I was stuck to the spot, watching her slip through my fingers, telling myself that this was what she wanted. How could she walk away? Maybe I was only dreaming when it felt like something more was going on. Alexis played her part and so did I. It was a fantasy.

  But when she stopped and turned around, a stabbing sensation ripped through my chest.

  "Hey," she called out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What's your band's name?"

  "Affliction."

  A smile crept across her lips, lighting up her eyes and she nodded like I was confirming something she already knew. Turning away, she kept walking through the concourse, through the throngs of waiting people, glancing back once more before disappearing.

  I just stood there like a dumb fuck, bag at my feet, staring into the neon glow of the duty free department beyond. Fuck, I thought I knew what emptiness felt like, but it had nothing on the number Alexis just did on me.

  When you feel like a total loser, the only place that seems fitting is a dirty bar and a fuck ton of alcohol.

  Melbourne definitely wasn't short of a drinking hole, so I went into the first one I came across that was close to the hotel I'd checked into. Time to commiserate my sorry life and all my stupid decisions. Unluckily, time was the only thing on my side.

  Gesturing to the bartender, I ordered a glass of whisky, straight up, and settled in for some classic booze hounding. It was one of those classy lounge kinda places, all dark and brooding, with low couches and a clever cocktail list. Groups of suits stood around, loose after a few hours of after work drinks. A few women lingered around the edges, some in little dresses up around their bits and others in their business skirts and heels.