Tessa was shoved against the back of the hotel room door. The rental car key hit the carpet with a soft thud as the woman’s mouth crushed against her own.
A moan slipped past her lips as the woman’s tongue invaded, swirling and tasting and driving Tessa’s knees to buckle.
She draped her arms around the woman’s neck to disguise her weakness, overcome with heat and wet need.
She suddenly wished she knew this hottie’s name. So she could scream it. Why, she wasn’t sure. Monday would begin a new life for her. An eight-week fight for that new life. There was no reason to know this woman’s name. She wasn’t part of Tessa’s future equation.
Yet, the need to know remained the same even though she had no desire to share her own. This was her new adventure. Her new world. She wanted to keep it private. Keep it all to herself for just a little while longer.
No one knew her here. No one knew her name. She liked the mystery of the game.
The woman roughly bucked into her and Tessa cried out. Their tongues danced while the woman unhooked Tessa’s arms from around her neck and shoved her coat down and off her arms. She impatiently began working the buttons of Tessa’s shirt, and finally the material fell apart. Cool air feathered across her stomach and then warm hands fanned around her ribs, climbing higher until she thumbed Tessa’s hard nipples through the thin lace of her bra.
Those hands memorized her as they curved down around her hips and then reversed their path, stalling once again to tease their pebbled creation.
Her insides tightened as the woman pulled the lace away to expose a hardened nipple.
“What’s your name, sexy?” The woman ducked and captured a nipple between her lips.
“Call me anything you want.” Tessa ground her hips as fire whipped a path to her crotch.
The heat was incredible. The mystery of the games even more wicked.
She’d never had sex with someone who didn’t know her name. It was kind of hot.
“Sexy it is.” The woman pressed herself against the whole length of Tessa. Tessa needed to feel the heat from her, needed her to be inside. Deep inside.
She fumbled with the button of the woman’s jeans, her fingers snaking down inside the denim.
The woman grabbed her arm and pinned it above her head. “My name is Marci.”
“Marci,” Tessa whispered.
Marci groaned which only fueled Tessa’s desperation to get her naked, to come against those lips. She needed to be tasted. Fucked. Wanted rushed sighs ripped from her chest.
She also wanted to scream at the woman for revealing her name, to tell her that there was an inferno scorching her from the inside out, that a sexual emergency was teetering on the horizon if she didn’t hurry the fuck up, and that she’d screwed up the mystery of this entire moment by saying her name.
Instead, she ran her tongue along Marci’s bottom lip and settled into the sexy way Marci was hovering over her. The way she was pinning Tessa in place with her strong grip.
With her free hand, the woman pinched Tessa’s nipple, twisted, and then smiled when Tessa hissed and bucked into her.
Heat. Dear God, the heat was going to burn her alive. She wanted Marci inside her, bucking and fucking and driving her to climax. She didn’t want to take things slow. She didn’t want to savor this moment or make it last. She just wanted to fucking come.
“Well, Marci, now that you’ve broken an unspoken, never going to see you again, so names do not apply, one-night stand, rule,” she pulled one of her wrists free and fisted her fingers into Marci’s hair, “you are required to make me scream it.”
With a firm grip, she pushed Marci down to her knees.
Marci didn’t know there was an unspoken rule in the tag and release world of one-night stands. Obviously, she was out of the loop. Obviously, she’d been playing house too long.
Regardless, playing by the rules of this beauty was going to be a piece of cake. Was going to be her ultimate pleasure.
Marci snagged open the button of the woman’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. She watched those lips part in heated expectation.
With her gaze locked on those green orbs, she lowered the denim and the dainty pink underwear down her legs, waiting while the woman lifted her feet so Marci could discard the material, and then nuzzled her face into the alcove of lean thighs.
The woman’s chest rose and fell as Marci watched her, awaiting her invitation. A plea would be even better. But she’d settle for a simple nod. “Yes,” she whispered.
Marci licked her lips, pushed the woman’s legs apart, and deliberately inhaled.
She stared back up at her and asked, “May I?”
The woman nodded, her breaths now ragged.
Marci pushed a single finger into the alcove and teased the woman’s clit.
The woman flattened her hands against the door, her body stiff, anxious, and prepared.
A smile threatened Marci’s lips. This goddess was fighting self-control. She wanted her to beg.
Her gaze dropped back to the woman’s crotch, her finger still teasing and caressing. “I’m waiting, Sexy.”
“Do it,” the woman begged her.
“Do what?” Marci asked.
“Put your lips on me. Make me come.”
Marci slowly dragged her tongue along the length of the woman’s clit before she gave a single suckle against the tip.
The woman sharply inhaled and Marci’s insides clenched down hard.
She was almost desperate to give this woman relief. To hear her cry out her name. To make her cry it.
She repeated the motion all over again, teasing the woman’s clit, taunting her into incoherent sounds, before she smothered her face into the woman’s crotch and captured her clit.
Fire whipped through her insides as the woman fisted her fingers in Marci’s hair. She pulled harder, holding Marci in place.
Marci nursed fast, then faster, before she slowed her pace, giving the woman a second to catch her breath before she started again, this time with long, barely there suctions. The kind that made the woman hitch her hips forward in angst, in search of the pressure, of Marci’s lips.
“Oh, God.” The woman hissed through clenched teeth.
Her knees quivered as she rose onto the tips of her toes.
“No, ma’am,” Marci growled.
Marci rose and lifted the woman up and around her hips by the cheeks of her ass. Three long strides took them to the bed. She laid the woman back across the bed, pinning her to the comforter.
She kneed her legs apart, teased her slick opening, and then smoothly entered her.
“Mmmm.” The woman dug her head into the bed.
Marci pumped into her, arching with every stroke, driving deep, needing to be deeper, until her mystery woman tightened, her orgasm close to the edge.
Then she slowed her pace and the woman growled in objection.
Over and over, Marci continued the torture. Taking her to the cliff, pulling her back from the abyss, only to push her right back to the border.
Those sounds. Like erotic chords of music that reached down deep. Like something stirring her soul. It was incredible, actually. She didn’t want them to stop, yet she did.
“Please. I’m begging.” The woman groaned.
Marci couldn’t hold back any longer. She wanted this woman coming and screaming. And if she was lucky, she’d get to do it all over again before she stepped out of her life just as fast as she’d stepped into it.
Marci withdrew and dragged the woman onto her lap to straddle her. She quickly re-entered her.
The woman whimpered as Marci fucked her, as she palmed her ass, spreading her, controlling her, encouraging her to ride faster.
And she did. Faster. Rising and falling, Marci filling her, until her orgasm shattered and she screamed out.
Marci closed her eyes against the raw sound and lights burst behind lids.
She pumped around Marci’s fingers and cocooned Marci’s head in her arms.
Her heart jackhammered and her insides squeezed as she drove hard inside her, fucking her, already desperate for more of those sexual sounds.
Just when the spasms simmered, Marci rolled her backward on the bed, still inside her, still fucking her, and then swallowed her final cries of release.
Minutes passed while Marci’s mystery goddess clenched around her fingers and finally, she went limp, her lips still locked with Marci’s, those arms still cradled around her head.
Her insides spasmed in reaction to the woman’s convulsive orgasm. Dear God, the sounds were going to forever haunt her.
No matter what, she had to learn this woman’s name. She didn’t know why. Just that she had to know it.
She fell onto her side. “You ready to tell me your name?”
The woman opened her eyes and turned a playful smile on Marci. “We are past names, aren’t we? Besides, I kind of like the one you gave me.”
Marci didn’t like sounding desperate. Fact was, she was very close. She wanted to repeat this woman’s name in her mind later, when she was masturbating to the memories, when something other than her doomed life had control of her thoughts.
For months, finding and fucking women had come easy for her. She held no further intentions for them past the sexual encounter. She could have spent the entire night not knowing their name. This one. The one beside her, who felt so alive writhing from every touch, she wanted to remember this one’s name. Only this one. She wanted to think about her and smile while her name drifted past her lips.
Marci dragged the tip of her finger around the woman’s nipple. “How long are you on vacation?”
“I’m not on vacation.”
Marci propped her head in her hand and continued the path around the opposite nipple. “Just passing through?”
“Possibly.”
“Are you deliberately being mysterious?” Marci pinched her nipple and watched as the woman’s lips parted. For some reason, it thrilled her to know that she had the power to wield some control in this otherwise puzzling woman.
If only she could sway the name out of her mouth.
“I’m on a mission.” The woman rolled Marci onto her back then straddled her hips. She ground down hard. “And you’re nosy.”
Marci grabbed her hips and slowly bucked into her.
Goddamn, this woman was sexy. And she came so well. Marci wanted to make her do it again.
If only she knew her damn name.
“What kind of mission?” Marci resisted flipping the woman onto her back again.
She wanted to be back inside her, drawing out those incoherent babbles of release. As disturbing as the fact was, she missed being inside her. Wanted to take control of every pant, whimper, and whine.
“To spread my wings.” She opened her arms to the side, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. “And fly.”
Marci watched in awed fascination. Her nipples were hard, erect, pleading for Marci to taste them. She looked downright delicious with her dark hair spilling out over her shoulders.
Unable to keep her hands off such a delectable opportunity, Marci ran her hands across her stomach, along the slender shape of her ribs, and cupped her breasts.
She leaned forward, needing flesh in her mouth again. To hear the sounds she knew she could create. To experience the sounds she’d yet to create.
With a gentle suckle, she drew the woman’s nipple into her mouth.
Fingers immediately wove into her hair, gentle at first, then tighter, forming a fist, and slowly she pulled Marci back until she loosened her hold.
She put her hand on Marci’s chest and shoved her back on the bed, held her in place, and then ground down over her.
Harder, she circled those hips, arching, grinding harder, her lips parted, her breaths ragged, fucking herself on Marci.
Marci fisted those undulating hips tighter in her grip, positive she’d never seen anything more beautiful. Anything more carefree.
“Make me come again, Marci.”
She wanted nothing else in the world more than she wanted to do just that. To make this woman come all over again.
Marci leaned forward, wrapped her arm around her waist, and flipped the woman onto her back.
Hastily, she leaned back, jerked at the button and zipper of her own jeans, needing her skin heating against this woman’s skin, and worked them down and off her legs.
When she looked back down, lust and need danced in the woman’s eyes.
God help her, she wanted to crawl inside her. The need was so great it made her ache.
She tugged her shirt and sports bra over her head then hovered over her.
The woman reached for her. “No more questions. Just fuck me.”
Marci pushed her hand between them, teased her slick opening, and then drove inside her.
The woman instantly arched back, her hips dancing and grinding, and fisted her fingers back into Marci’s hair like they belonged there, like she needed some sort of solid connection.
The same way Marci needed some kind of connection.
She’d never felt anything like it. This unwavering throb. This awakening from somewhere so deep she hadn’t even known it existed.
Wendy would be thrilled to know that such an emotion still existed.
But the fact that she’d found it once again, something even stronger, scared her even more.
She didn’t want to feel anything. Didn’t want a throb or an ache. Nothing. She wanted nothing.
Feeling anything only led to one place. Darkness. Heartbroken darkness.
So she did exactly as the woman requested.
She fucked her.
All night.
And soon, she no longer wanted to know her name.