Hotel O

by Clarissa Wild

  So I rip off the blouse she’s wearing, not giving a shit that the buttons are flying everywhere. With one quick finger, I unhook her bra and chuck it away, immediately covering her nipple with my mouth. The other one gets tweaked with my fingers until it’s nice and taut.

  When her moans start filling the air, I cover her mouth with mine again, eager for more. I probe open her lips and lick the roof of her mouth, and her tongue responds with an equally desperate need.

  With just my body, I manage to push her down onto the table and shower her skin with kisses until I reach her pants, which I undo with a quick flick. I zip her down and rip them off along with her panties, throwing them in the far corner of the room. Then I bury my face between her legs.

  “Holy shit!” she mewls.

  I lap her up with my tongue to lull her surprise of my desire. I need to taste her. Feel her writhe underneath me. And I need her to know she’s mine and no one else’s.

  “Tasty little treat,” I moan, sucking her clit.

  “Fuck,” she mumbles, barely able to talk and breathe at the same time.

  “Don’t waste your breath, Kitten,” I whisper, licking and sucking hard. “Focus on the pleasure.”

  I love the sounds she’s making and use my tongue to make her get even louder. Her body shivers as she gets closer and closer to the edge, so I rub my fingers along her slit and slide them inside her.

  Her pussy makes me horny as fuck, wanting to ram my cock inside, but I have to control my urges a little longer. I want to taste her on my tongue as she explodes.

  And when she finally does … goddamn, I could come just from feeling her clit grow thick against my tongue.

  She’s panting, completely blown away, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet.

  I tear off my shirt and zip down my pants, letting all of it drop to the floor until there’s nothing left but her and me naked.

  “What do you want me to do?” she asks, licking her lips as if she’s already excited at the prospect of doing whatever I demand.

  God, I fucking love this woman.

  I have no shame in admitting it, but she pushes all my buttons in the right way.

  A devious grin spreads on my lips. “Whatever I ask from you, you’ll do it, and you’ll beg for my cum when it’s over like the slut you are.”

  Kat

  I nod, practically ready to beg. That’s what he does to me with that dirty mouth of his. He makes me do things I’m not even sorry for … things they’d say would make me a slut. But I hold that title with pride because it means I’m having fun. It means I belong to him.

  “Lift your legs and hold them,” he says, and when I do, he immediately shoves his dick inside.

  I gasp from the pressure, and he sticks his thumb inside my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

  “Mine,” he growls, making my heart skip a beat.

  Fuck, I love it when he says that—when he treats me like filth—but only because I’m his little kitten. His only one. That’s all that matters.

  So I let him fuck me like an animal, slamming his cock into me balls deep until I can barely breathe. His hand wraps around my throat gently, but I welcome the feel of his grasp. My body is his to use and humiliate. I love every second of it, and I can tell from the primal gaze in his eyes that he does too.

  His free hand slides down my body, marking my body with saliva as he brings it down toward my pussy only to start rubbing me again. I’m in heaven right now, and I feel like staying right here because God … does it feel good.

  He brings me close to bliss, but as my pussy begins to tighten, he pulls his raging boner out of me. Then he slaps my tit, making me squeal.

  “Off the table,” he says.

  I instantly slide off and go to my knees. The gleeful smile on his face makes me feel good about myself and everything he does to me. I love being filthy for him because I know it isn’t just about the degradation. It’s about the undying need for love beneath both our skins. And the more he treats me badly, the more right all of this feels.

  “Hands behind your back, mouth open wide,” he says as he walks off into his room. When he comes back, he’s holding two things in his hand. A big dildo in one hand and a metallic ring attached to a collar in the other hand.

  “Is that a …”

  “Ring gag,” he fills in. “And a dildo, but you probably recognized that.”

  My brows draw together. “You have toys here?”

  He makes a smug face. “You didn’t think the hotel was the only place I ever use them, do you?”

  My heart thrums faster as he approaches me with the device. “Scared?” he asks.

  I gently shake my head. “Excited.”

  “Good,” he says, “Because I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth, and you won’t be able to stop me.”

  Oh, God. Those words alone could make me come again.

  He puts the gag around my face and locks it in place, forcing me to take it into my mouth.

  “Don’t move your hands,” he murmurs as he positions himself in front of me.

  Pre-cum drips from his tip as he circles it around my lips. Then he slowly inches forward, sinking into my mouth with ease. I can taste the saltiness on my tongue, going deeper and deeper, and my clit thumps in response.

  Wetness pools between my legs as he buries himself deep inside me until I gag. Then he pulls out again.

  “Good kitten,” he murmurs, going right back in again.

  With every thrust, he goes a little bit faster, until I’m struggling to hold back my hands. But I have to resist … I don’t ever want to give up pushing my own boundaries just to see how much filthier things can get. And this definitely reaches the oh-my-God spot.

  He bumps against the back of my throat while keeping his eyes on me at all times; as if he wants to gauge my reaction to him claiming my mouth like it always belonged to him. I don’t look away.

  “That’s it, Kitten. Feel my cock go down your throat. Every … filthy … inch,” he groans, slamming into me faster and faster.

  He grabs my face and holds me down at his base, forcing me to feel him inside me. When he pulls out again, I heave as he rubs his dick on my face, covering me with saliva and pre-cum. Then he goes right back in again, repeating the process over and over until I’m dripping … at both ends.

  But I never stop looking him in the eyes as he nears his climax, and I watch him come undone … right in my throat.

  His seed jets into me as he roars out loud, pounding into me again and again to cover the back of my throat. I struggle to swallow it down. As he pulls out, some of it splashes onto the floor as I cough and lean over.

  He immediately wipes his length across my face and shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Bad Kitten.”

  He takes off the gag and then pushes my head down onto the floor. “Lick. All of it.”

  My tongue dips out to gather what I spit out and suck it up. I don’t even give a shit that it’s humiliating because it’s such a fucking turn-on that I’m about ready to come again.

  That’s when I feel his hand on my ass. The sudden spank has me jolting up.

  “Did I say you could stop?” he says.

  I quickly return to licking as he perches himself behind me.

  I wonder what he’s planning to do. I don’t have to wait long for the answer, though … because he pushes the dildo inside my pussy.

  I moan out loud from both the taste of his cum and the need to pleasure myself.

  “Go on then. Fuck this cock like your life depends on it,” he says, still holding it.

  And I do. So fucking hard.

  “Don’t stop until the floor is clean … then you can come.”

  My tongue feels numb, but I keep going because I don’t ever give up what I started. So I lick and suck until I’m shaking with need. And when all the drops of cum have been swallowed, I writhe on the dildo that he’s still firmly holding.

  “Come on then, be a filthy little kitten. Come all over this c
ock,” he growls.

  His words are all I need to push me over the edge.

  I come so hard my throat feels squeezed from the moan trying to escape. The shockwaves are too delicious, and when they’re all done, I almost collapse.

  He pulls the dildo out of me and brings it to the front, saying, “Open your mouth.”

  Then he makes me lick that off too.

  By the time we’re done, I’m so tired, I can’t even get up from the floor.

  “So was that enough play for you, or do you want more?” he asks, pulling the dildo from my mouth.

  I’m short on breath as I try to formulate words, but I’m sure it sounds more like gibberish. “Tired …”

  He grins and then wraps his arms around my body, pulling me up from the floor. “C’mon then,” he says, carrying me in his arms like a knight in shining armor. “A shower it is and then a nap.”

  What a fucking gentleman.

  Chapter 33

  Kat

  After our little sexy bout, I went back home where I finished work on my story. I haven’t decided when I’m going to turn it in yet. I will, someday, but I just don’t want to do it when it’s not a hundred percent perfect, which requires several edits and maybe even more.

  I need to let it simmer, so instead, I’ve made an agreement with Declan that in order to make things right, we need to have a sit-down with Flynn. I don’t want him to be upset about us, and I need Declan and him to get along in order to feel good about this.

  So with a cup of strong coffee, I sit down at the table and call Flynn.

  “Flynn here,” he says.

  “Hey, it’s Kat. Can we talk?” I don’t even know how to talk to him anymore without feeling like things are awkward between us.

  “Ahh … right now?” he asks.

  “Tonight, if you have time,” I say. “Or any other time, if you want.” A silly chuckle leaves my mouth, and I instantly regret it.

  He sighs out loud. “Right … um …”

  Please, say yes. Please, say yes. Please, say yes.

  “Say yes?” Flynn muses, and my eyes widen.

  “Fuck, did I say that out loud?” I mutter.

  “Yes, you did.” He laughs again.

  I smack myself in the head and immediately slurp up my coffee.

  “Well, if you put it like that, how can I not?” he says.

  “Yay!” I say, putting my coffee down. “Sorry, was that too exciting?”

  “A little,” he says. “But that’s typically you.”

  “Overly dramatic girl at your service,” I reply. “So tonight then?”

  “Your place?” he says.

  “Perfect,” I say, taking another sip of my coffee.

  “Okay. See you tonight then. Gotta run.”

  He hangs up before I can say anything else. I tuck away the phone and take a deep breath. No going back now. This is it.

  “So he’s coming?” Declan asks, raising a brow as he comes out of the kitchen.

  “Yup …”

  I finish my coffee and place the mug on the table.

  With Declan around, I can’t wait for this shit to go down.

  Oh, boy. This is gonna be rough.

  After we’ve washed the dishes, the doorbell rings, and my pulse immediately skyrockets to infinity. Or at least, that’s what it feels like as I open the door and greet Flynn with a hug.

  “So glad you could come.”

  He takes off his coat and puts it on the hanger before saying, “Sorry I’m late.”

  “It’s fine,” I say. “Don’t sweat it. I’m sure you were busy … sweating it out.” I wink at him and follow it up by a quick jab in the gut.

  He smirks, and says, “Well, you seem awfully happy.”

  “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

  He makes a face. “Well, considering how our last conversation went …”

  Yep. There it is. “That’s exactly why I wanted to talk,” I say.

  Right then, Declan appears in view, and Flynn’s eyes almost immediately shoot lightning bolts at him.

  “What a coincidence,” he mumbles, gazing at me. “Was that part of your plan?”

  I grab his hand. “Yes, but please, don’t leave.” I smile. “I just want to talk things out.”

  “With him around?” He points at Declan. “He’s the whole problem.”

  “Not anymore,” I say, licking my lips. “C’mon, let’s sit down.”

  He reluctantly follows me to the table where Declan sets down three cups of coffee. Flynn sits down opposite of us, leaning back in his chair like he’s really not feeling it.

  “I get that you’re angry, but Declan’s changed.”

  “I doubt that,” he says.

  “I swear, we’re on better footing now. He’s not an asshole anymore,” I say.

  “Well, sometimes,” Declan says with a smug smile. “But not often.”

  I roll my eyes. “He’s just trying to be funny.”

  “It ain’t working,” Flynn sneers.

  “Flynn,” I say, directing my attention toward him. “Declan and I had a rough start, but I really want to be with him.” Declan places his hand on my shoulder, and I smile at him before I continue. “But I don’t want you to be upset either. I value our friendship.”

  “But why him? Why not any other guy?”

  “Because … it just happened.” I rub my lips together, trying to find support in Declan. I’m so bad at handling these things.

  “What she’s trying to say is we found each other. It happened. We can’t do anything about it.”

  “But you treated her like shit,” he says.

  “I know, and I’m sorry,” Declan replies. “I will do better. I promise. I’ve learned my lesson.”

  “Have you? So no side chicks?” he asks. “No more chat room?”

  Declan frowns and glances at me, so I say, “I tell Flynn pretty much everything.”

  “I’m not interested in other girls,” Declan says resolutely. “The only reason I couldn’t be with her was because of the hotel.”

  Flynn frowns. “Did you tell her who runs the show? Huh?” He glances at me now. “That’s what I wanted to tell you on the phone. Why you couldn’t trust him.”

  “I know,” I say, grabbing Flynn’s hand. “I’m okay with it. I can handle it.”

  His pupils dilate. “But your father—”

  “He knows about us,” I interject. “We’re still working through the kinks, but I’m not hiding myself any longer. Not for anyone.” I smile at Declan. “I know what I want.”

  Flynn cocks his head, grinding his teeth. “You sure about this?” he asks after a while.

  I nod. “Hundred percent.”

  He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes as he rubs his forehead. “Okay, if you say so.”

  “Plus, you didn’t exactly tell me either, now did you?” I raise my brow at him.

  “Sorry …” he replies, averting his eyes. “I just never knew how to tell you. If it was even my place to do so.”

  “I understand,” I say. “I’m not mad. I just want to start over. Between us three. Please?” I ask him, squeezing his hand. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose you.”

  He takes a deep breath, and slowly but surely, a small smile begins to appear. “Fuck it. All right, all right.”

  I jump up from my seat and hug him so hard he cringes and coughs.

  “Choking me.”

  “Sorry,” I say, giggling.

  “Thanks,” he mutters when I release him from my grip.

  “So we good?” I ask.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Flynn says, rolling his eyes. “We weren’t ever not good. I just want the best for you.”

  “I know,” I say. “But this feels good, Flynn. This.” I glance at Declan. “Us.”

  The way Declan smiles back at me makes the butterflies flutter in my stomach.

  “Well, if it makes you happy, then who am I to stand between that?” Flynn says, shrugging.

  “Thank you fo
r understand,” I say, squeezing his arm. “And I can personally guarantee Declan will keep you on payroll at the hotel.”

  Flynn doesn’t respond. All he does is raise his brow at Declan in a taunting way.

  “It’s true. I swear to God,” Declan says jokingly. “I’ve never had the intention. Ever.”

  “Not even for getting in your way?” Flynn says.

  “No. You’re her friend. Of course, I wouldn’t fire you.” He clears his throat. “Besides, you’re valuable to the hotel. You bring in a lot of customers.”

  Flynn gives us both a smug face. “How long did it take you to make him say that?”

  I laugh. “He came up with it himself.”

  “Really now?” Flynn says.

  Declan shrugs. “I can’t fabricate numbers. Her dad would kill me.”

  “Right,” he responds.

  “I have no intention of starting a fight. I promise. I just want her to be happy, that’s all. And she wants us to get along, so …” Declan says, holding out his hand. “Peace?”

  It takes him a while, but eventually, Flynn shakes his hand. “Fine.”

  “Great,” I say, pulling them both in for a super awkward hug. Then I grab their coffees and shove them into their hands. “Now … let’s toast on it!”

  Declan

  She lies down on her bed as I undress and prepare to lie down beside her. Tonight, I’m staying at her place, but we’ve been switching back and forth between both our homes. She’s already said she prefers my place, so I figured I’d ask her the big question tonight.

  As I get in, she puts her book aside and rolls over, staring at me with a grin. “So am I ever going to be able to go to another event again?”

  I frown. “Why are you asking?”

  She shrugs. “I kinda liked them.”

  “You sure about that?” I raise a brow. “You didn’t make it through one last time.”

  “Because you wore me out beforehand,” she retorts. “I’m just saying I never got a real chance.”

  “Do you really want one? With me around?”

  “Why not?” She smirks. “We’re both filthy. Maybe we could do one together.”