by Alex Grayson
Jack chuckles and tosses back a shot of his own. “Tequila is great for breaking the tension.”
“Jack,” I start with false confidence hoping he can’t hear the tremble in my voice, mentally bracing myself for the next part of this conversation. “I just want to be clear that I’m not looking for a relationship. I came in here tonight wanting to let loose and have a little fun.”
“Whoa.” He lifts my chin until my eyes meet his. “I’m not one to judge and am by no means a saint. If you’re looking for a little fun for the evening and just want a drinking partner with a little flirting, I’m your guy. If you want to head up to my suite later for more, I can be that guy, too. I was looking for a no-strings fling myself. One night. Nothing more.”
Ready to get back to exploring the attraction, I grab one of the remaining shots. “What do you suppose we should do with these?”
Jack’s eyes get hooded and he licks his lower lip. “Stand up for me.”
I do as he says, and he motions for me to come closer. It’s not until I’m once again standing between his legs that he stops my momentum. He places the lime between my fingers and licks the exposed skin below my collarbone. After the salt is sprinkled to his satisfaction, he licks it off, takes the shot, and brings my fingers holding the fruit to his mouth. With a gentle nip of my thumb, he pulls the lime into his mouth.
“You’re turn.” He holds the final shot in his hand. “How do you want it?”
The hollow of his throat sits at eye level. Grabbing the saltshaker in my right hand, I tilt his chin back with my left as I lick the indent just below his Adam’s Apple and add a little salt. He groans as I use my tongue to remove the crystals. My body trembles in anticipation of my next move when I remove the shot glass from his hand and toss it back.
“No lime?” His hands fist on his thighs like he’s trying hard to contain himself to allow me to make the next move.
“No need,” I whisper huskily.
Placing my hands behind his neck, I bring my mouth to his for a panty melting kiss he takes control of immediately. Jack brings his hands to my back as the kiss continues and they wander to rest just above my ass.
He devours my mouth and I can feel myself grow damp between my thighs. The hands on my back tighten until my body lays flush against his. His erection presses against my stomach causing another rush of moisture from my core.
“Honey,” Jack groans, “while I love where this is heading, we’re giving others quite a show. We either need to take it down several notches or move it elsewhere.”
“Fuck.” I whimper when he scrapes his teeth along my neck. “Your suite, please.”
“Are you sure? If you change your mind at any time, you just say the word. I’m a big boy and I can handle it.” He resumes his assault on my senses.
“I’m sure,” I pant out. “I’m really fucking sure.”
With a chuckle, he stands and throws several bills on the bar. He takes my hand into his and walks briskly through the bar, through the lobby, and to the elevator bay. We remain silent while we wait for the car to arrive.
When the steel doors open, he directs me to enter before him and pushes the door closed button before anyone else can join us. Lifting me off the ground, I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses me against the cold elevator walls.
He doesn’t just kiss me.
He explores every part of my mouth with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
My body responds in a torrent of sensation and my mind focuses on the pure sensuality of the act. It’s frenzied and wild, and I’m loving every minute of it.
The kiss continues when the elevator dings announcing our arrival at his floor. Without breaking our connection, he carries me out the open doors and down the hallway until we reach his suite.
“I either need to put your down or you need to help me out here.” He’s struggling for breath as he rests his forehead against mine. “I need to get the room key out of my pocket.”
Taking my hand, I slip into his front pocket only to find it empty. His thick erection jumps against my fingertips as I lightly tease him through his pants.
“You’re killing me here,” he states, his voice laced with sexual need and desire. “It’s in the other pocket.”
I remove my hand, but not before I brush my fingers one final time against his hardness. Slipping my hand in the other pocket, I extract the hotel key and place it into the slot in the door. When the lock clicks, Jack pushes us through.
The overwhelming need to slow things down a bit comes over me and I tap his shoulder. “Can you place me down for a second, please?”
“Are you having second thoughts?” Concern echoes in his words.
“Not at all,” I reassure him. “I just need a bit of a breather and would like to freshen up a little, if that’s okay with you.”
“More than okay, sweet girl.” Jack lowers me to my feet. “While you are freshening up, how about I order a few drinks and maybe a snack or two from room service?”
“That sounds great. Just no tequila.” I flush at the memories from the bar. “I think I’ve hit my quota for the night.”
Giving myself a moment, I take in the opulent suite. The living area boasts a large television on the wall with a gas fireplace below. A plush, cream throw rug lays on the floor in front of a dark brown leather sofa. Two modern side tables flank either side of the couch showcasing a perfect meshing of metal and wood.
A small dining area houses a table with two chairs and kitchenette with coffee maker, microwave, and fridge. The open concept room is large. To the right I find a doorway which I assume leads to the bedroom and en suite bathroom.
“Hey, Jill,” Jack calls out breaking me from my perusal. “Are you more of a beer or wine girl?”
“Beer works for me.” I peer into the open door. “I’m going to use the facilities. I’ll be right back.”
I walk through the bedroom into the bathroom. Quickly shutting the door behind me, I brace myself on the counter and take several deep breaths. With my nerves steadied, I glance at my reflection. My eyes are glassy, and my cheeks are flushed with color.
Turning on the faucet, I splash my face with cool water, and I grab a hand towel to blot away the moisture. I place my purse on the counter and rummage through it to find my compact. I use the time to touch up my make-up and reapply some gloss to my kiss swollen lips.
Once I’ve finished with my clean up, my anxiety is non-existent, and I exit the bathroom with a much clearer mind.
Back in the living area, I see Jack sitting on the couch with a fire blazing in the fireplace. Both side tables now sit in front of the sofa with various bottles of beer and snacks displayed. Several buttons of his shirt have been undone showing off the ink on his chest. He pulls a foot up onto the cushion and they are bare.
So fucking sexy.
His eyes raise to mine and a smirk plays on his lips. He knows what he’s doing to me.
Two can play this game.
Wordlessly, I hang my purse on the coat stand by the door and with my back to him I bend over to release the zippers of my ankle boots. I slip my shoes off and when I go to straighten, hands hold on to my waist and my ass meets his thighs.
“Hmmm…” Jack spins me to face him and slides his hands up my skirt to cup my ass. “What do you have on under here?” His hands begin to knead my bare cheeks.
“Damn, your great with those hands.” My lust once again blazing with his touch.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” Jacks lifts me and my legs have no place to go than around his waist. “I’ll show you what these hands can do.”
He walks us into the bedroom and softly lowers me to the bed. Grabbing the bottom on my dress, he lifts it over my head leaving me sitting atop the white comforter in nothing but my black lace thong and strapless bra.
“I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but I was wrong.” Pushing apart my knees, he drops to his at the foot of the bed. His hands trail from my ankles and up my
legs until he reaches the waistband of my panties. “Let’s get these out of the way.”
Jack makes quick work of removing my thong and begins a trail of kisses starting at my ankle up the inside of my leg. When he reaches my knee, he spreads my legs even wider to accommodate his broad shoulders and opens me up for him to have a clear view of my weeping, bare center.
Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.
“Look at you, all wet and glistening for me.” He leans in and runs his nose up the side of my inner thigh to the junction of where it meets the object of his attention. “This pussy is all pink and plump, ready for me. I can smell how turned on you are, and I can’t wait to see if you taste as sweet and delicious as you smell.”
Without warning he brings his mouth to me and licks the entire length of my slit. “You taste even better than you smell. I could feast on you all night, but I don’t think I can deny my dick the chance to be buried in your tight heat.”
Jack’s mouth latches on to my pussy and he does as he warned. He feasts on me. His tongue should come with a warning and within a matter of minutes, he already has me ready to explode.
“Jack,” I pant. “Oh God. Don’t stop.”
His responding chuckle vibrates my core, bringing me even closer to reaching the point of ecstasy. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stop. Let’s see how many times I can make you come like this.”
Determined, he goes to town. His tongue and teeth assault my clit with skills mere mortals should not possess. He sucks my clit hard and sends me over the edge. Unrecognizable words and moans leave my lips as he uses his tongue to prolong my orgasm.
Having reached my peak, Jack grabs my ass in his large hands and lifts me slightly. “That was one. Let’s see if I can cause another one by fucking this hot pussy with my tongue. Would you like that?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I chant as he spears me with his tongue. His nose brushing my clit with every stab. The slight pain from the grip he has on my ass only adding to the pleasure.
It doesn’t take long before I’m climbing that peak again. The electric current starting low in my core and spreading down my thighs indicates this one will be even bigger than the last.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Jack asks as he takes a moment to give my clit a quick lick. “Can I make you gush all over my tongue? Will you flood my mouth with your juices?”
As he probes me again with his tongue, he keeps it deep inside as he moves it in a circular motion while rubbing my clit with his nose. The stubble on his face rubs my inner thighs and pussy lips, adding to the delicious sensations.
Unable to hold back any longer, I reach down and grab hold of his hair as my thighs clamp down on his shoulders. I ride his face like he’s the featured attraction at an amusement park all the while screaming his name as my orgasm overtakes my control.
“I need a minute, please,” I beg when I come back down to earth. My sensitive clit needing a break from the excitement.
Jack releases his hold on me and takes a moment to wipe my wetness from his face with the comforter. Sliding up next to me on the bed, he rests on his side with a satisfied grin on his face. I can’t help but return the smile.
“Thank you.” I tell him honestly. “That was… just… there are no words. Wow!”
Wanting to reciprocate the favor, I push him onto his back and climb off the bed.
“My turn to play now, but you’re a little over dressed.”
I bring my hands to his shirt and release the last few buttons. Starting at his waist, I slide my hands up his sides, enjoying the feel of his muscles under my palms. He sits up when I reach his shoulders to allow me to push the shirt down his arms.
With the shirt removed, he lays back down and I make quick work on the button and zipper of his jeans. I grab the waistband and he lifts his hips to allow me to slide the pants off his body. Surprise fills my expression, when I find him sans underwear and his erection pops free from the confines of the denim.
“Nice,” I murmur my appreciation and climb back on the bed next to him.
On my knees, I bend over and take his thick cock into my hand. Eagerly, I take my tongue and give him a lick from root to tip. The taste of his precum makes my mouth water as I dip my tongue slightly into his slit to capture it all.
Wanting more, I bring my lips over the tip and swallow his massive length until I can’t take him any further. I use my hand to work his exposed lower shaft while my mouth takes care of the rest.
“Fuck. That feels amazing.” Jack holds back my hair so he can watch his dick disappear with every downward stroke into my mouth. “I’m not going to last long like this, darling. When I finally blow, it’s not going to be in this pretty little mouth of yours. It’s going to be buried deep inside you while your pussy milks every drop from my cock.”
The sound of my muffled whimper fills the room and I bring my other hand to cup his balls. I’m determined to play for as long as he’ll let me.
Having had his fill, Jack gently tugs on my hair to gain my attention. “Bring that mouth up here, baby.”
Crawling up the bed, my lips meet his. The taste of my release tickles my taste buds and drives my arousal even higher. I can feel the moisture spreading down my thighs as he kisses me with abandon and brings his hands up to remove by bra and fondle my breasts.
Without warning, he flips us over and I stare up into his heated eyes. There’s a feral quality to him right now that tells me he’s hanging on by a thin thread. Any minute his control will come crashing down and I can’t wait.
He slides his body down mine, his mouth licking and sucking every inch of skin it passes on his descent. When his mouth reaches my nipples, he spends time worshipping them.
I bet he could make me come just like this.
“I’ll spend more time loving on these gorgeous tits next time, but I need to be inside you.” With a final kiss to each breast, he leaves the bed to grab his jeans off the bedroom floor. The sound of a wrapper fills the room and I watch as he tears the package open to slide the latex over his swollen cock.
His weight presses into the mattress as he climbs back onto the bed. Settling himself between my spread thighs, he rubs his cock up and down my dripping pussy. When he lines up with my entrance, he lowers himself onto his elbows and kisses me one more time.
Slowly he pushes into me.
Stretching me.
Filling me.
“This is what heaven feels like,” he murmurs against my lips. “I don’t know how slow I will be able to go. You feel so good.”
“Please, just move. Please,” I pant and bring my leg up over his hip to pull him closer, wanting him as deep as possible.
Jacks begins a slow, torturous pace of lazy thrusts as my body continues to get used to his girth. The only sounds to be heard are those of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies coming together when his thighs meet mine. The carnality of the noise drives up my lust to epic levels.
“Faster. I need more.” My pleas echo in the room.
He reaches down and hooks an arm under my leg. The action changes the angle and allows him to reach impossible depths. His cock hits my sweet spot with every thrust and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Jack,” I moan. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
He picks up the pace and slams into me with every thrust. I reach up to grab the headboard to keep from sliding with each powerful movement.
Lowering his head, he pulls a nipple between his teeth and bites down. The sting of pain sends me flying over the edge as I scream his name with wild abandon, not caring about anyone in adjoining rooms.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock with your pussy.” Jacks throws his head back with a roar as his pace becomes uncoordinated. I can feel the pulsing of his dick with his release, causing my own orgasm to continue to course through my body.
With one final thrust, Jack releases my leg. His upper body shakes as he tries to hold himself up off me. He b
rings his mouth to mine in a kiss much different from what I’ve already experienced from him. This one is sweet, and I find myself choking up due to the tenderness of the moment.
He pulls himself from my core and rolls on to his side next to me. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”
I chuckle. “I’m game. If every time is like that, we won’t be getting much sleep tonight.”
Sliding to the edge of the bed, he grabs his jeans from the floor. “Let me go take care of this condom. Then we can head into the other room for a snack and a drink to refuel for round two.”
He leans over the bed and gives me another sweet kiss. “When you’re ready, go ahead and put this on and meet me out there.”
As he disappears into the bathroom, I bring his dress shirt up to my nose. I wait for him to head into the living area before I climb out of bed and slip the button-up on.
The rest of the evening passes in a blur of passion until we both pass out in complete exhaustion and satisfaction in the wee hours of the morning.
This experience will be one I’ll never forget.
The light flooding through the open drapes wakes me. Stretching my arms over my head, I brush the bed where Jack slept and find that I’m alone. My fingers gently sweep over the empty space and rustle a piece of paper tucked slightly under the pillow.
A smile graces my face as I read the note written in manly chicken scratch.
Jill,
Thank you for last night. Sorry to leave while you were sleeping, but I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. Checkout is at eleven. Take your time.
Jack
A glance at the clock tells me I still have two hours until checkout, but with no reason to stay any longer, I make quick work of cleaning myself up and getting redressed. I take a final glance at the hotel room and my cheeks heat as memories of the evening before flood my brain.
The images continue on a mental loop as I get on the elevator and make my way back downstairs to the lobby where my adventure began. Finding the brown leather armchair that started it all, I take a seat and pull my purse off my shoulder into my lap. I remove the wedding band I placed inside the front pocket the night before and slip it back into its proper spot on my finger. While the evening proceeded better than I could have ever imagined, I find myself more than ready to leave the fantasy and get back to reality.
