by Ryan Michele
Maybe elevator alone? Maybe do some Christian Grey action?
Two guys stepped in with us, ruining my fantasy. Conner held me protectively to his front, an arm draped over my shoulder, hand over my breast which made up for it. Could he feel my nipple pressing into his palm? Out of the environment of the packed club and due to my wet dress, my body quivered against Conner’s, and he held me tighter. I tried soaking up his warmth, but damn, the air conditioning must have been on full blast.
We arrived on our floor and walked hand in hand to our room. He opened the door with the key card while my teeth chattered. This dress needed to be off.
He swept out his arm for me to enter, and he followed behind. Opening doors for someone was such a small gesture, but it had a hell of an impact.
Butterflies anxiously fluttered in my stomach as the door clicked behind us.
“I still can’t believe we won the last challenge.” Out of all the couples, who would have guessed we’d know each other the best and be considered most compatible? It was surreal how in sync we were. Crazy almost.
His eyes crinkled then went soft as he moved to me, his hands coming to my arms where he held me. “I’m not surprised, babe. When haven’t we been in each other’s lives outside of the past few years? Never missed a birthday party for you if I could help it. I took you to prom when your date had to cancel because his appendix ruptured.”
It was true. Conner had come to my rescue on more than one occasion. He had always been a major player in my life. It was something I’d missed when we went different directions. Come to think of it all my favorite childhood memories included him in some way.
He continued. “Who carried you home when you fell out of that tree when you were eleven? Who faked sick to stay home with you when you had the chicken pox?”
I smiled at the memory. Itchy and miserable, my mom had no one to stay home and watch me. She was out of days at work to take off, and I had gotten sick over the weekend.
When Monday rolled around, suddenly Conner was feeling bad and being he was fifteen, he said he’d stay with me. My brother couldn’t do it because of a test, and my father was out of town. It was one of the best sick days I’d ever spent even feeling like my skin was going to peel off.
Conner saved me on prom night which ended up being amazing because I was on his arm. He had come home from college, and I was at his house getting ready with Carrie when I got the call that Carter was being rushed into emergency surgery. Damn appendix.
My heart was crushed at the prospect of missing my prom, but the minute Conner heard I no longer had a date, he surprised me.
Sitting in the foyer of Carrie’s house contemplating if I should still go or stay home, Conner made the decision for me. He came down the stairs wearing a tux. It threw me at first, wondering what he was doing.
Then he smiled, took my hand, told me how beautiful I looked and proceeded to ask me if I’d go with him. At the time, I swore it was because he felt sorry for me, but now looking back at the memory of the way he treated me that night being a lot of the same as the past week, maybe I was wrong.
All the girls in my high school were super jealous because I had the handsome Conner Davenport as my date. We slow danced, all the while he held me in that familiar and tender way he had about him.
I had desperately wanted to kiss him, but he had a girlfriend at the time. I think she dumped him once she found out he had taken me to prom, but that was neither here nor there.
Conner entered the bathroom as my thoughts continued drifting through my head.
A loud click came, and I blinked and looked at the bathroom door which was now closed. Crap, I had gotten lost in my own head.
Snapping to it, I gathered up dry clothes to change into and settled on my light baby pink bra and panty set. It was sexy with red roses embroidered on the satin panels. Seduction wasn’t my strong suit, but it was happening tonight.
Conner stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. His chest was on full display, and I wanted to memorize every contour.
The shower was running, steam billowing out the door. His throat bobbed just a touch before he spoke. “Got the shower ready.” Hand outstretched he reached for me. Not going to him wasn’t an option. When our fingers touched, electricity jolted me as if I could feel him throughout every inch of my body.
Mouth dry, I couldn’t speak. Instead, I stared longingly into those gorgeous blue eyes, and I knew no matter what I was safe with Conner. Safe to give him all of me. This man would cherish me, and I needed it, needed him tonight.
“Quinn, just give me tonight.” Our foreheads touched as I soaked in his body heat.
“What?”
He pulled back, and every bit of his focus was on me, his eyes caressing me and causing my heart to squeeze in my chest. “We’ve been avoiding the inevitable all week. I want you, and I know you want me. Give me tonight, and let’s see what happens. No strings. Nothing or no one here between us.”
There was no doubt in my mind I’d give anything to this man.
“Okay.” I tossed my clean clothes on the floor, no longer needing sexy underwear to try to seduce him. Knowing that he wanted me just as much as I craved him was an aphrodisiac all of its own.
“Okay.” He nodded with a sly smile and pulled me to the bathroom, closing the door behind us.
I stood in front of the sink palms down on the hard surface. The heat against my back rose feeling Conner behind me.
He grabbed the hem of my still soaked-through dress and lifted. Chill bumps pebbled across my skin with the movement. I held my arms up, and the dress was over my head quickly and landed on the pile of Conner’s wet clothes in the corner.
Our reflection in the mirror stared back at me, eyes connecting. Holy shit, were we really doing this? My body screamed yes! Finally, after all these years of desiring him. Of putting every man I’d ever laid eyes on up against him. It was happening.
The massage was phenomenal, but it was in the moment, us touching each other and not able to hold back from one another. This wasn’t a spur of the moment situation. This was us coming together. He was right. There was nothing to stop us or come between us.
With ease, Conner unlatched my bra. Slow and methodical, my dream lover slid the straps down my arms all the while never losing our gaze.
The lace fabric fell to my feet. His lips pressed to my shoulder, my spine, moving down my back while grabbing the edges of my panties and dragging them down my thighs.
Sweet lord, warmth pooled in my lower belly as he bent, waiting for me to lift my foot. I did so, then the other, and kicked my panties off to the side. I turned to face him, hands going to his neck.
His eyes closed, momentarily opening with a deep desire and passion racing through them.
Gorgeous. Delicious.
Conner’s towel fell to the ground. He was beautiful, and I could feel his arousal on my belly.
He leaned down, and our lips connected while he cupped my face. It was slow yet so full of want. He pulled away, and I instantly felt the loss.
Conner grabbed my hand, and we moved into the shower. The two of us fit with ease, the water jetting around us. The three showerheads had us covered.
I hadn’t shared the shower with anyone in years, but not a single one ever felt like this. So consuming. I found my nervousness had completely dissipated.
Comfortable and safe, I relaxed when he took the soap between his palms, lathering it up, and began massaging my skin. His touch was strong and sure. He even took his time at my shoulders and kneaded everything away. His every touch set me ablaze.
When it was my turn, I took my time not missing a single plane of his solid flesh. Down on my knees, his beautiful erection was at eye level. As much as I wanted to take him in my mouth, I refrained but looked up to watch him try to even out his breathing.
Gradually I made my way up to him, brushing my body against his.
“Gimme that mouth, Quinn.” His hand slid along m
y neck, holding me with possession.
I tilted my head, and he dipped his head down, lips pressing to mine. He kissed me deep and hard, tongue thrusting inside. The man kissed me silly, and my knees went a bit weak. Reaching down I grabbed his ass, and he palmed my breast.
Peppering kisses along my jaw and down my throat, he was killing me soft and sweet with anticipation of what was to come.
“Let’s take this to bed, yeah.”
I managed to get out a breathy, “Okay.”
12
Conner
Your pants, they bother me. Take them off.
The second I stepped out of the shower I grabbed a towel and set forth on wiping Quinn dry.
“You know I can do that,” she said softly in this breathy dazed voice. Damn, I loved that.
“This is more fun.”
Her smile lit up the room. A knock sounded at the door of our hotel room.
“Room service,” I said, wrapping her sexy curves up in the white towel. “Did you order something?”
“Nope.” She shook her head.
“Just a sec, man,” I called out, hurrying to grab a pair of sweats to pull up over my junk. Checking the peep hole, there was a server with a cart. I opened the door. “Hey, bro, we didn’t order anything.”
“Says here it’s compliments of Rebecca and Andrew. Everyone in your party is receiving the same delivery. Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.”
“Thanks.” He rolled the cart in and stopped it at the side of the bed.
“Just leave it in the hall once you’re finished.”
Grabbing my wallet off the dresser, I handed him a tip.
“Thanks,” he responded and thankfully left. There was a beautiful woman in the bathroom only covered in a towel that I needed to get back to.
I stuck a ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the outside of the door. No more interruptions. This was Quinn and me. Nothing was getting in the way of us tonight.
Quinn dipped out of the bathroom quickly and grabbed something off the floor before slipping behind the door.
“Buttercup, you might as well leave whatever you’re putting on off. I’m just going to undress you again. And I rather liked the towel. You want champagne?”
I glanced at the card.
Thank you all for a wonderful week filled with great friends.
All our love,
Rebecca and Andrew
I snorted, biting into a strawberry. Yeah. Great friends of Rebecca’s. She was so full of shit. I’d hoped my buddy would get clear of her, but alas he was marrying the woman.
The bathroom door opened, and everything was forgotten in an instant. Quinn stepped out with her hair in a braid that fell down her back, dressed in the sexiest bra and panties ever created.
All coherent thought left me. Her tits practically spilled out of the pink lace cups. My jaw hit the damn ground, and my pants tented.
Yeah, we had just taken a shower together naked, but seeing her in that pink lace was hot as fuck. The bottoms came up high in her hips, making her legs look even longer than they already were.
The champagne and strawberries were long forgotten. I moved in, done fucking around. I wanted Quinn writhing beneath me. I wanted to feel her tighten as I slid inside her.
“I like these.” I got a handful of her ass and pulled on her braid, forcing her head back just a touch.
Her sweet lips parted in invitation and I accepted, going in tenderly. She met my lips with pure passion, tongue sweeping against mine in tandem. She tasted unbelievable, a flavor I could get completely lost in.
Kissing Quinn this week had taught me that I had been kissing the wrong women my whole life. Nothing compared to her. She was on an entirely different level.
A sweet moan left her throat, and my cock twitched at the sound. I backed her to the bed until she dropped to her ass on the mattress. Falling to my knees, I pushed her legs apart, bent my head, and kissed the tops of her thighs as her sweet heat teased me.
Quinn smelled like paradise, and I was about to open the gates to heaven between her thighs. We had the night, and I was taking advantage of every second. Sliding my fingers under the strings on her hips, I jerked them up higher and put pressure on her clit. Quinn squirmed, legs thrashing. I tested her limits, circling her clit with my nose as I inhaled. My girl was already soaked.
“How attached are you to these?” I pulled on the strings and noted they could easily give way.
“Don’t ruin them.” The words came out muffled and breathy.
“I’ll buy you another pair.”
“Con—” was all she got out before I ripped them clean off her and buried my tongue inside her. Hips bowing up off the bed, her hand flew to my hair and tugged while the other grasped the sheets.
Fuck me, she tasted like mine. Like she had always belonged to me and only me.
I ate Quinn, feasted on her like she was my only meal in years. I wanted to kick my own ass for having waited so damn long. I could’ve been having her all to my damn self instead of wasting time chasing the wrong ones, trying to convince myself of all the reasons we couldn’t be together. Yes, I was a dumbass, and it was time to rectify that.
Jerking one of the lace cups down, I tweaked her nipple and rolled it between my thumb and finger. She squirmed on the bed. Mirroring the action, I teased the other and was rewarded by another deep moan. I’d do anything to keep hearing that sound.
Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I moved up on the bed and covered her body with mine.
Her fingers skated down my back and into my sweats, getting a firm hold on my ass. Her nails bit into me. Our bodies came together, chest to chest. Moving my fingers in a come here motion inside her just like the massage, I knew she was close. Knowing I did that to her so quickly made my chest swell.
Quinn Landis was made for me. Her gaze met mine. “Take these off, lover.” She snapped the elastic band of my sweatpants. Fuck me, I was hard. I wanted nothing more than to be inside her.
“Just so you know. This is just the warmup round,” I warned, losing my pants.
Quinn got her bra out of the way, and there was nothing separating us any longer. Her legs opened wider, welcoming me.
My cock brushed against her pussy lips as we kissed. Her breathy pants were driving me crazy. I gripped my length, stroking the head against her pussy lips, teasing us both.
She shifted beneath me, hand covering mine on my cock. “I want you, Conner. Please.” That one word did me in. She took over guiding me in and welcomed me home.
So tight. So damn wet I slid right in. Her walls clenched around me. I was in trouble. Nothing had ever felt better or more right than this moment. We were perfect. Two bodies becoming one, I started to move. Her back arched, hips flexing as I thrust deep.
When her eyes closed and her lips formed a perfect O, I knew she was about to come, and I needed to see it. “Eyes on mine, babe.”
Quinn smiled at me, and I worked her over, playing with her clit, biting her neck, tasting her, touching her.
Squeezing me tight, she moaned and shattered beneath me. Hitching her knee over my arm, I drove in hard and fast, chasing my release. My girl met me thrust for thrust, giving it back as good as she got, and it wasn’t long before I coiled tight and let go.
Stilling, I could do nothing but pant and watch Quinn as she did the same. Sweat trickled down my back as I leaned down and kissed her.
Tearing my lips away, I collapsed next to her in a sweaty heap. I kissed her shoulder, and she smiled that beautiful smile that was all mine. The one reserved for me. I didn’t even know if Quinn knew she did that, saved her best smiles for me. But never had I seen her light up the way she did with me.
I rolled off the bed and got a wet cloth. Meticulously, I cleaned between her thighs. Tossing her one of my shirts, I loved how it looked on her.
“What’s this?” She went to the cart and popped a strawberry between her swollen lips. Images of those lips around my cock made me hard once again
. Down, boy.
“Courtesy of our hosts.”
“Here, come have some.” She poured champagne into flutes and handed one to me as we sat on the bed. “To us,” she said, tapping her glass with mine.
“Us.”
There was going to be an us when this was all over.
I held out a strawberry. She smiled and wrapped those lips around it with a glimmer of heat in her eyes. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her, wanting her again in every position possible.
Quinn was on the same page. Her head dipped, lips on my chest, kissing me all over and setting my skin on fire with her touch. She stroked and pumped my cock, and fuck me, I wanted her to ride me. To watch her as she fed herself to me.
I slapped her ass. “Climb on, buttercup.”
She grinned, and I lifted my shirt over her head. Sucking a nipple into my mouth as she straddled my thighs, Quinn gripped my cock and impaled herself on my erection. Her hips rolled, and her tits bounced.
Quinn rode me hard and fast. I gripped her hips to slow her down. I was going to enjoy the sight. Wrapping her braid around my fist, I tugged and raised up to claim her mouth. “Let me behind you.”
Changing positions, I had her face down, ass up. I spread her cheeks and teased the head of my cock against her forbidden entrance. I wouldn’t take her there tonight, but in the future Quinn and I were going to explore a lot more of one another. She tensed but grinned at me over her shoulder. I slapped her ass again and slid into her heat once more. Yes, tonight would be one for the record books.
Quinn was curled around me, head on my chest. Last night was perfect. Better than perfect, but dawn was on the horizon, and in a few hours we’d be leaving Las Vegas and the week behind. I knew what I wanted, but would she be ready to take this further than one night of the hottest sex I’d had in my life because it was with the one woman I had craved over half my life.
I slid out from under her wondering how in the hell to say goodbye. Sure, we had a great time, and I wanted more, but we were returning to reality and to our busy lives. Could we start something real?
