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She took a final look in the mirror by the front door, flicked her tousled hair behind her ear, and checked her watch. Late, again. She hadn’t even had time to put on the chic outfit she’d outlined in her head the night before. Instead, it was a summer dress, ankle boots, and a leather jacket. Again. She did like this green patterned dress though with the slit up the thigh so maybe not the end of the world.
Grabbing her coffee in the travel mug she’d taken from some event, she took one last look at her watch, the watch that had caused this latest argument. Her eyes rolled as she thought of the look on his face when he’d seen the tiniest scratch on the glass case last night. She remembered the moment when she thought his anger might turn into passion. The thrill that maybe, just maybe, he’d take her. He didn’t and instead, it was another session with her latest toy.
Bag over her shoulder, coffee in hand, she edged out of her front door and felt it slam shut behind her. A final check in her bag as she walked down the steps into the street and she was off.
Straight into a lamp post. Or something.
Her coffee went tumbling out of her hand and she looked up to see nothing but a crisp white shirt. Even in her moment of pure panic, she realised she had noted that that is exactly how a white shirt should look on a man. No buttons under stress but equally no spare fabric. Ironed, perfectly white, fitted to an inch.
She looked higher, an open-necked shirt, stubbled chin, and up into those eyes. Eyes she could spend days thinking about. She snapped her head down as she apologised. Her hands ferreting in her bag for something, anything to clear up the coffee. Or better still a time machine. To take her back to four seconds earlier, or maybe four years earlier.
Mumbling her apologies, again and again, lost in her frenetic panic she thought she heard something but her focus was so intent on finding a solution she hadn’t absorbed the sounds. Her hand found her compact and it served as a reminder that she wasn’t in her chic outfit, she hadn’t managed to do her hair. She was, in fact, a mess.
She felt the colour draining from her face the longer it went on and the longer she rummaged. That noise returned and she realised he was talking to her. She looked up as she felt his hand on top of hers in her bag. With that movement, she realised it had been the first sign he was human. He hadn’t moved an inch otherwise.
His hand felt heavy on hers and she heard it now. He was saying, “Stop, stop.” She continued to try and rummage but she felt his right hand squeeze her left, felt her diamond engagement ring dig into his hand. That was when she heard his other instruction, “Breathe, just breathe, take one deep breath in.”
She couldn’t believe it but she just looked up and nodded, taking a deep breath in. In through the nose, filling the lungs, buying her time. Holding for a count of three as she looked into his eyes, waiting for his next instruction. He simply nodded, “And out.” She released her breath, slowly, remembering her yoga breathing. Overcome by her embarrassment her pale cheeks flushed with pink, her eyes darted to the coffee cup on the floor, the spill she had made.
Determined to fix this, she stared straight into his eyes, “I’m so sorry, I just, I wasn’t looking, fuck.” She couldn’t keep looking but those eyes were now imprinted in her mind. Dark but with a thin surround of colour, full of kindness but also that something else. That something that spoke of animal. That brief moment of thrill she’d had with him last night was layered on this man.
And that was when he spoke. He took her wringing hands in his, holding them still and the action made her look up at him. He smiled softly and she felt her knees go weak. She couldn’t believe it but she actually bit her bottom lip. This was surely only what happened in films. That corny overacting she so despised but here she was doing a great impression of a smitten schoolgirl.
His lips were moving.
** ****
She sat at her desk, the monitor on but nobody home. Her mind was racing. She knew she had accepted to go for a drink with him tonight but she wasn’t sure how. Or why. Well, she knew why, that deep urgent need inside her was why. He hadn’t even taken her number or given her his. He’d just agreed a time and a place and she had gone along with it. It felt impossibly romantic and old-fashioned. She’d accepted even as his hands held hers, his fingers nudging her engagement ring.
She looked up the bar they were going to on her work computer. Oh god, a hotel bar. All hope drained from her when she realised it was a hotel bar. Looking at the pictures it came back to her, though. A bar that sang of clandestine business deals and illicit affairs. This was not a hotel bar, this was the hotel bar; dark corners, a pianist, a long cocktail list. She found herself smiling as she looked through the drinks list wondering what he would drink, what she would drink.
She surreptitiously pushed her thighs together under the desk as she thought of him, their interaction. From the moment she collided into what she thought was an immovable object, to the goodbye she had whispered. Had she really looked back at him not once but twice as she hurried away? Oh god, she had. And he had just been standing there, looking after her, that smile on his face.
** ****
At lunch she found herself alone and composed the text she knew she had to send. It was his fault really, if they hadn’t argued again in the morning, she wouldn’t have been running late and run into Sean. “V” she’d said, “My friends call me V”. Barely able to eat her sushi she cringed at the memory but smiled as she replayed the way Sean had repeated it.
She sent the text and waited. It didn’t take long. The usual complaints, what would he eat, what time would she be home? She answered with the last of her patience and put her phone away, determined to enjoy the sushi and the feeling of the summer breeze on her. She liked this park, had enjoyed lunch here somewhere close to a hundred times but now she saw it anew.
She saw a young couple walking together, laughing, giggling, feeling mutually desired, wanted. She realised her fingers were trailing over her thigh as she sat there. A guilty smile as she checked nobody had noticed. Her phone was thankfully silent but it made her think. If she had Sean’s number, what would she do? As she packed her things away, she laughed at herself, “You’d probably just ruin it!”
** ****
Back at her desk and with less than an hour until she was going to be there, in the bar, with Sean. Her fingertips tapped at her keys as she finished the last tasks of the day. Nobody had seemed to notice how absent she had been all day. She’d replayed their interaction again and again. That look, those eyes, that chest, his strong hands.
And, oh god, those thighs. As she’d dropped to pick up her coffee cup she’d wobbled slightly and reached out to put her hand on something and found his thigh through his navy blue trousers. Thick and with a muscle like an elevator cable she had found her hand squeezing it reflexively. Astonished, at her own behaviour she hadn’t dared to look up.
Her own thigh had been on show as she’d squatted and the slit ridden up. She had finally plucked the courage to look up, up past his crotch, the thin brown belt, that white shirt and what she’d seen had nearly made her do something very silly. Instead, he had caught her, held her hand, and helped her back to her feet. His hands had re-adjusted her hair, her jacket, and her dress. It had taken all of her being not to just jump on him there and then.
Shaking her head at the memory, she looked at the bag between her feet and made her decision. She made her way to the women’s toilets and changed her underwear and bra to the matching black lace thong and bra she had bought at some expense earlier in the day on a whim. She looked in the mirror as she caught herself lying, it wasn’t on a whim. It was for Sean.
** ****
Sean was waiting in the hotel bar fifteen minutes before V was due. V’s research had been correct, this was not a normal hotel bar, stuck on the side of reception, filled with the sounds of elevators, people checking in and generally low-key humdrum. This was a throwback to the bars of the fifties or maybe the roaring twenties.
Low lighting, on the third floor of the hotel, booths and tables discreetly spaced throughout the room. A long rounded wooden bar with some of the best cocktail makers in the city. Not flashy, showy, throwing around cocktail makers, but masters of their art. A focus on seasonal products and breathtaking drinks.
The ice in his gin and tonic clinked as he lifted it to his lips and remembered their interaction as clearly as V had. The look of panic in her eyes, then the recognition, that unexpected bite of her soft full lip. He’d watched as she’d busied herself, hiding from her own desire. In the moment she had glanced back up at him he’d known they were kindred spirits.
He’d seen her coming. Head down. Not looking. He’d simply let her crash into him. Was it subterfuge he wondered, as he took another sip? He chuckled to himself, yes, it definitely was. His cock throbbed against his thigh as he remembered that look in her eyes. Her tousled, teased, curvy, whatever it’s called, hair. Raven coloured against her pale but vibrant skin. He had dearly wanted to tangle his fingers in that hair but he’d held back.
The toned right thigh she’d exposed as she’d squatted before him and the feel of her hand on his thigh were lodged firmly in his mind throughout the day. The way she had looked up at him. Seeing but not seeing him. He’d known that look before and it stirred deep within him. Rearranging himself he looked up and saw her.
** ****
Fuck. He’s there. Fuck. Same white shirt, same confident smile. She made the briefest pause as she steeled herself before walking as confidently as she could towards him. He had the prime booth. Of course he did, no waitress or maitre d’ gave this guy the table by the toilets. Oh god, he’s standing up. Tall, taller than she’d remembered. Before she knew it she felt his stubble on her cheek as he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. One hand on her hip. Had he really placed his other hand on her neck or had she imagined it?
She sat, flustered. To his left, the curved booth letting them sit at forty-five degrees. She tried to rearrange her dress more modestly but it failed and he just smiled at her failure. His eyes definitely lingered on her thigh and she felt her confidence soar. Right up until those eyes stared into hers as he asked her what she wanted to drink.
She mumbled the name of a cocktail and realised what she’d done. He just chuckled and with one hand waved the waitress over whilst his other covered her hand on the table. As he ordered their drinks V watched his easy confidence, taking time to talk to the waitress but not flirting or making her uneasy. She wondered to herself, where do people like this learn this stuff?
With their drinks ordered, he turned to her and V felt as though they were the only humans on the planet. The rest of the room blurred like a fisheye lens. She looked into those eyes, eyes that were much darker in this room, the low light not providing the flash of green she had seen earlier.
** ****
Blue Madonna by BORNS was playing as they left the bar. His hand palming her ass as they walked. The most obvious display of ownership she’d ever experienced. Her ass felt on fire as the last few hours went in a blur through her mind. Their initial conversations, the gentle touches, the looks, oh the looks.
His laughter had shocked her. So easy, not loud, a laugh that spoke of pure pleasure. Her confidence had risen and risen as he’d laughed with her. She’d quickly forgotten everything else. Attention only on him, Sean. Right there.
When she returned from the bathroom she had sat close to him, much closer than they had been before and she’d encouraged him to put his arm behind her shoulders. His hand had drifted onto her thigh. Just grazing her skin with the back of his fingers and she’d nearly moaned at that first touch.
It hadn’t taken long for them to agree on their current course of action. A swift ride in the elevator away from his room. Her mind snapped back to the present, the feel of his hand on her ass, that song. It had been in her head for the last week or so. She turned to look up at him and whispered, “I love this song.” He had just smiled and gripped her ass more firmly as though he had known all along.
Walking through the bar to the foyer she had held her head high, proud to be there. She had imagined her head would be down, embarrassed, engaged, attached to this other man. Skulking in the darkness but now her smile was broad and her arm around his waist. She was leaning into him, feeling him as a tower of strength next to her.
They reached the elevator and he beckoned her in ahead of him. Pressing his floor, he turned to her with his finger hovering over the stop button. The door closed and the elevator moved. She watched his finger as the numbers went up and then he pressed it and they came to a stop. Paused between floors.
She looked into his eyes, nodded. Begged, pleaded with her eyes. He smiled and walked her back against the wall. He took her hands lifted them above her head pinning her wrists there with his strong left hand. His right brushed her cheek, lifted her chin, and the next thing she felt was the world turn upside down as he kissed her.
She melted into the kiss, pressing her hips forward, wanting more contact with his body as he fixed her there. A desperate need to give herself to him completely. She almost whimpered into the kiss that she had pictured all day. Somehow here in this elevator, it felt right, no silk sheets, just a hard mirrored wall against her back, a close confined space and Sean.
Her hips were grinding thin air until she felt his hand on her thigh, slipping up the slit in her dress, unhurried but never slowing as it slid up her inner thigh and then there it was. Cupping her mound, she knew he must feel her heat. His lips opened and found her tongue in acknowledgement. Fingers pushing past her lace thong, feeling her wetness, her slick folds, he growled his approval in her ear.
Sinking two fingers inside her he whispered in her ear, “Let go.”
Her back pressed against the wall, her hands above her head, she looked into his eyes and nodded. His fingers stroking deep inside her she was exactly where she wanted to be. V heard the faint scratch of her diamond engagement ring on the mirror above her head and in that moment the need she had felt rising for months if not years was finally set free. She left her body to watch as he took her. She saw his control over her and saw her own desperate need.
She started to writhe and buck, mewling and whimpering as her legs grew weak. Babbling as she came hard on his hand. Her breathing was nothing but pants as he held her there. Fingers inside her, wrists pinned holding her up. He slowly pulled his fingers free and brought them first to his lips, tasting her and then to hers. Watching as she eagerly sucked on them.
Watching her, he smiled, “Good girl,” released her wrists and pressed the Stop button again sending them onwards, higher.
Climbing up, he rearranged her hair, her dress and straightened her jacket, taking his time. Brushing his fingers over her cheekbones, tracing over her lips with his thumb. She reached for his hand with both of hers and sucked his thumb into her mouth. He leant in and nibbled her ear as the most welcome ding in the world brought them back to earth.
She floated down the hall, her hand in his, willing every single door to be the one. At last, it was and they were in. She barely had time to register the suite, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the large bed, the sofa, desk, so many, many places to fuck. She heard the door click shut behind her, just the two of them alone.
Turning slowly to face him, she dropped to her knees, hands behind her back, and asked, “Please?” As he cupped her face in his hand, his fingers fanned across her cheek, his thumb over her lips he smiled “come” and walked to the desk, leaning back against it before kicking off his shoes and socks. Hands on the desk edge he smiled at her, impressed by her desire to serve.
She had crawled across the floor to him, the instruction not needing to be said. She’d seen her own reflection in the tall windows and for the second time in a matter of minutes, she saw the whole scene and felt her body tremble with need. Reaching him she ran her hands up his thighs as he pulled her face to his crotch, rubbing her cheek into his bulge. Her mouth opening and closing trying to feel it.
It felt so right as they freed his cock and guided her hand around it. So alive in her small hand. Throbbing with his own need as she placed it between her lips. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, her tongue laying flat she pushed her head forward, taking every last inch of his cock until her forehead touched that white shirt.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt his hands in her hair, tangling and then gripping. He drew her away from him, looking down into her eyes, and then released her, grunting his approval. A smile on her face and in her eyes she set about pleasuring his cock, seeking to earn that approving grunt again.
Her hand gripped his thick shaft. Taking the base of his cock and squeezing, her mouth surrounding the head. Her eager mouth bobbing down to her hand. Mouth wide, testing her own limits, feeling saliva building in her mouth as she looked up to see his eyes dark with lust. She moaned around his cock at that look and started to fuck her own mouth with his cock.
The moment his hands found her hair she moved her hands away from his throbbing cock and started to finger her needy pussy frantically. Under his control, she forgot herself and could think of nothing but the pleasure she could hear she was giving him and the torrid need to have him use her over and over again.
Blinking, she realised he was talking to her, looking down at her as he held her free from his cock. She barely comprehended his instructions but found herself crawling to the bed. The huge bed dwarfing her as she looked back at him. Her knees sinking into the mattress as she pulled her arms behind her back in preparation and pressed her cheek into the pillow. She wanted him to know she was his.
She watched as he slowly removed his clothes, unhurried, his eyes never leaving her body. Sometimes she felt his eyes stare into hers and she felt her heart hammer in her chest. A wave of lust and need starting from her core, she dug her nails into her ass cheeks and spread herself, aching for him.
His approving growl made her moan uncontrollably and she started to beg, “Please, please, please fuck me.”
His words were calm but they tore her insides as he smiled, “Close your eyes.”
Descending into darkness, she felt the weight of him on the bed behind her. The way his hands felt on her ass as he enjoyed her. His knees nudged hers apart and she arched her back lifting herself to him, presenting herself to him. She was rewarded with another approving moan followed by his hands guiding the head of his cock to her pussy.
Her world narrowed to the sensation of him. As though in slow motion she recalled how her day had gone from the chaos of normality to this. Here. Now. Face pressed into the pillows of a stranger’s hotel room. Her entire being aching to be taken by him. And then as fast as she was brought back to this moment as she felt the unhurried stretch of his cock inside her.
Inch by inch he pressed his cock where she needed it most. His body slowly enveloping her, his arms surrounding her. She collapsed into the bed as he bottomed out inside her. She had no idea how long he held her like this, his cock buried in her. His steady deep breaths in her ear seemed to become her heartbeat and everything slowed.
When they did start to move their bodies slowly, she was already gone, the deep rhythmic fucking that he gave her was nothing she had experienced before. Whilst the hard fingering had scratched the first hunger this was a darker deeper thirst he was quenching. He cupped her face in his hands as he fucked her again and again. His tenderness, an antidote to the raw passion with which he now took her.
She had lost count of the times her body had given her away, had lost control of the orgasms that ripped through her body. His unwavering desire for her just drove her on and on and on. She heard his breathing change. In that moment she knew this was it. This would never happen again ever like this. She wanted to tell him everything. Everything she had felt but could barely muster that simple word once more time, “Please.”
In her voice and with that word, she sent him over the edge and she heard his breath hitch, a sudden groan and then she felt him. All of him, spurting deep inside her. His cock twitching. Hips jerking as he held her close, their bodies now completely one.
His breathing slowed but still, he held her like that. She felt his lips first as he kissed her neck, Her hair in his lips matted with their sweat. A mutual groan as he pulled out of her, she turned under him to look up at him. Studying his face, finally able to stare into those eyes. She found her hands and traced his cheeks with her thumbs, a small smile playing on her face.
When he smiled back and for the first time pressed his lips to hers she made the decision that she would stay there tonight. With him. Sean.
Libbie
- 29.05.2022
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