by Rhea Wilde
“Right.”
I took a step back from him and took a few more steps into his suite. I took a deep breath and sighed as I looked around, wondering how much it cost to spend a night in a place like this. I moved toward the couch and rested against the edge. I trailed my hand along the side as I thought about it before turning around and sitting upon it.
“I’m not the kind of woman you think I am,” I said.
“No. I know exactly what kind of woman you are.”
“Do you? And why do you say that?”
“Because you haven’t left yet.”
“…Good point.”
I smirked at him. Stephen slowly began pacing his way toward me. As he walked toward me, he pulled his soiled shirt off completely and tossed it to the side. The only thing blocking my view from his physique was a white undershirt that stuck to his body. Following his lead, I began unbuttoning my shirt just the same. I loosened my tie and pulled it from my neck. My shirt half-undone and my bra exposed. I sat there on the edge of the couch as Stephen finally stood in front of me.
“All right,” I said as I looked up at him. “You want to fuck me. So fuck me.”
The dam burst. Stephen was a lot stronger than he looked. He grabbed my waist and lifted me from the ground with little effort. I gasped as he set me down on the edge of the couch. Together, the two of us fumbled with the white pair of pants I was forced to wear during my service. During our struggle, the sound of my breathing turned into panting as I anticipated what was about to happen next.
Stephen gripped my loose pants down and before they were even halfway down my legs, he tugged on my white lace panties and pulled them down as well. My center exposed to him, I watched as Stephen lowered himself to one knee and pressed his face to me.
“Oh…”
Holy shit.
The words were caught in my throat. All that escaped was another breathy gasp as his tongue pressed upon my clitoris. Stephen didn’t seem to mind that I had spent the last few hours sweating and making my way back and forth between his table and the kitchen. He worked his tongue and mouth upon me like he still had room for even more after his dinner.
With one hand balancing myself on the couch, I ran the other one through his hair. I tilted my head toward his ceiling and closed my eyes. The sensations of his tongue circling my clit then lowering down upon my wet entrance engulfed me. The pleasure was mounting up inside of my body. The sound of intermittent moans from my mouth collided with echoes of his lips smacking against my folds.
What am I doing? Who is this guy?
Normally when I hooked-up with a guy, I wasn’t completely sober. The only thing that could affect my thought process right now was the fatigue of a long night. I was completely coherent enough to know that I was hooking-up with some guy I just met. But the ecstasy Stephen forced through me didn’t allow me to see reason. There was no point in stopping now.
Stephen took a hold of my waist in his strong grip. I grinded my hips up against his face, trying my best to stimulate my clit even further. The ecstasy was ramping up. My mouth hung open as Stephen began working his tongue even more furiously. It wasn’t just my hips. My whole body was beginning to jerk from the incoming ecstasy.
“Oh! Fuck!”
I let it all out. My body spasmed as the orgasm hit me. Despite my violent convulsions, Stephen managed to hold me even tighter. His fingers dug into my waist and held me down as I tried to writhe out of his grip. My muscles contracted with the pleasure of my climax. The feeling spread from my center and engulfed my entire body. It felt so good just to let it go.
My body began to collapse. Stephen loosened his grip on me. Still a bit flustered, I balanced myself on the edge of the couch as Stephen worked his way back up to his knees. I could only imagine what I looked like to him at this moment. The orgasmic bliss washed over me. Sweat covering my body with my clothes half off of me. A satisfied, obnoxious smirk on my face. I looked at Stephen and he slowly began walking away.
“Is this—”
“No,” he interrupted me. “I’m just heading to the washroom. I still haven’t fucked you yet.”
Of course.
“I could use a drink,” I shouted out to him.
“Help yourself.”
I looked over at the bar and all of the alcohol it was stock with. I thought the night would be over soon. But apparently, it was just getting started.
Chapter 5
After gulping down my drink, I made my way down one of his halls in search of his bathroom. I removed my outfit the rest of the way. When I looked in the mirror, I finally noticed what I looked like. The fatigue of a long night of service was obvious. My hair was messy and undone. Sweat covered my body. The stench of the kitchen, while not terrible, was all over me. I stepped into the shower to wash away the lingering effects of my first night as a server. It was more than enough time for the alcohol to loosen me up even further.
I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. I looked down the hall, wondering where Stephen had disappeared to.
“Where did he go?”
I made my way down one of the halls and eventually came upon his bedroom. It was just as luxurious as the rest of the suite. But it wasn’t the most impressive thing in the room.
Stephen stood next to the bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. His blond hair mussed over his head, he folded his pants and rested them on a cabinet near the foot of the bed. Despite having his back turned to me, I still marveled at him. His physique was impressive. His broad shoulders led down to his back which was lined with muscles on each side of him. His torso tapered down to his waist. The back of his legs were equally impressive. Every inch of him looked like it was carved out of granite or some kind of rock. I wanted to reach out and touch him.
When I stepped into the room, the sound of my foot hitting the ground made him turn around. His front was just as impressive as his back. Despite seeing him in just his underwear for the first time, his face looked little different. No smile on his face. No expression at all. Just a seriousness that made me wonder if I actually had what it took to please him. But who was I kidding? I didn’t really care if he was satisfied or not just as long as I was.
“Did you have your drink?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Was it adequate?”
“Adequate? Um… I guess. I—”
“Come here.”
I walked forward like I was on a leash. As soon as I got in front of him, Stephen poked his finger down my cleavage and pulled the towel away from my body. It dropped to the ground and I stood there naked in front of him. I watched his eyes as they scanned my body up and down. Despite being a few inches taller than me, I smirked at him without any shame. He’d already seen a lot of me.
“Is it what you were expecting?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Without saying another word, he leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes as his tongue swirled into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer. Stephen put his hands upon my waist and lifted me up from the ground. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me toward the bed.
I felt his length thickening through his boxer shorts. It poked against the bottom of my ass as he held me in his arms. All the while, the two of us kissed passionately, trying to force our tongues deeper into the other’s mouth.
Suddenly, he tossed me onto the bed. I crawled my way to him while he stood there on the edge. His cock poked through his tight boxers.
“Somebody’s excited,” I said with a giggle as I gripped the sides of his underwear.
I tugged them down, anxious to see just how big he was. His cock caught on the fabric for a moment before finally breaking free.
Wow.
I would never tell a man I was impressed with his size. I’m sure that’s what they all want to hear. But Stephen’s dick was surprisingly thicker than I pictured it.
I didn’t waste another second. I took it into my gri
p and began stroking it. When I looked up into his eyes, the seriousness was still there but it was joined by a desire and passion that made me want to do this even more.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips just around the tip. A drop of him seeped onto my tongue and I swallowed it down. I sucked upon him, swirling my tongue just around the head. Then I lowered myself farther down.
I started slow. Stephen had more than enough length to fill me completely. I had no shame in admitting that I had a lot of practice with this before. I took it as a challenge to see just how much of him I could take. When my lips pressed down upon his shaved hilt, his cock rested firmly inside of my throat.
I gasped as I rushed his length out of me. I looked up into his eyes as I stroked him for a moment.
“You like that?” I whispered. “You like that, don’t you?”
Stephen didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The fire in his light-green eyes was burning so hot that his eyes looked red. I grinned as I lowered myself back down upon him.
I closed my eyes and focused on the task at hand. I bobbed my head back and forth, increasing the speed at which I pleasured him. My fluid drenched his length. Every now and then, Stephen would sigh with pleasure to let me know that I was doing it right. It only made me suck even harder.
His cock twitched between my teeth. I bobbed my head back and forth at a quicker pace. He gently placed one of his hands upon my shoulder while the other found its place on the back of my head. I proceeded to suck him off, sinking my cheeks down upon his length. I figured I owed him for what he did earlier.
But just as his body began to tremble, he placed both hands on my shoulders and pulled me away. I looked up at him for only a second before his lips fell back upon mine. He crawled onto the bed with me while our tongues danced together. I listened to the sound of his drawer opening. I took a peek and saw him pull a condom out then closed my eyes once again.
Stephen then grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach. I listened to the sound of the wrapper crinkling while I worked my way up to my hands and knees. I sank into the soft mattress in eager anticipation.
He took hold of my waist with one hand. Another hand rubbed my clit for just a second. He didn’t need to. I was wet and ready for him. I was dying in anticipation.
The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance. I pushed my ass back upon him but Stephen pulled away.
“Damn it,” I groaned. “Just fuck me already.”
He teased my entrance again with his tip. But instead of pulling away, he gave me what I wanted. Stephen plunged himself into me fully. As he entered me, all of the air exited from my lungs. A stuttered moan escaped from my lips. I had been waiting the whole night for this, only I didn’t realize it until now.
His cock in me completely, Stephen took hold of my hips and began to give me what I want. He drove his cock into me with hard and deep strokes. I panted out of rhythm with the way he slammed his body into me. The size of his cock stimulated my insides in ways I couldn’t describe. I gripped the sheets underneath me. My mouth hung open as I tried to search for some sort of escape from the pleasure.
“Fuck me… Oh, shit… Fuck me… Just like that…”
I didn’t have any shame in telling him what I wanted. The sound of our bodies slamming against one another grew louder with every stroke. The more pleasure I felt, the more explicit my demands became. The volume was increasing but I didn’t care who might hear. If anything, I wanted everybody to hear what I had to say.
Despite the loud sound of our bodies and my authoritative demands, Stephen seemed focused. The sound of his breathing increased but there was nothing more. His grip tightened upon my waist. He responded to my cries for more by simply fucking me even harder.
“Oh, fuck! It feels so good…”
My entire body moved to the rhythm he forced it. My breasts swung underneath me. My ass reverberated with every collision. Stephen fucked me with an intensity that made it hard for me to keep up with him.
I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. My head collapsed into a pillow while I pushed my ass up and presented it to him.
“I’m gonna come. I want you to come with me. I want you… to come inside of me. Fuck!”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The amount of pleasure surging through my body forced the loudest swear of the night. It was shortly followed by an unintelligible groan. My second climax of the night took complete control of me. Everything went blank. The only thing I was coherent of was the pleasure I felt from how good he fucked me.
I could barely make out the sound of him voicing the same kind of pleasure I was, though it wasn’t as explicit. His body shook against mine. I tightened myself upon him. His cock pulsed between my folds as he emptied himself. The feeling of his dick twitching inside of me only made my orgasm that much more pleasurable.
I didn’t want to stop coming but unfortunately, my body gave in. I collapsed against the mattress with exhaustion. My head already resting in a pillow, the rest of me sank down onto the sheets. I was breathing heavily, covered in sweat and barely coherent. Through blurry vision, I opened my eyes and saw Stephen disappear down the hall toward the bathroom.
I didn’t know how it happened. I couldn’t explain it. But now I didn’t want to think about it. A blissful smile came across my face as I closed my eyes. After everything I’d been through tonight, the last thing I wanted to do was think about it. I had been worked in more ways than I imagined. I couldn’t stay awake for a second longer.
Chapter 6
I awoke to the sound of my own satisfied sigh. I shuffled against the sheets and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was on his bed, alone. I sat up and he was nowhere to be found.
The memory of what I did last night was still fresh. I threw on my clothes as quickly as I could and tip-toed down the hall back toward the exit.
I need to get out of here…
As I approached the living room, something hit me. It was more like my nostrils, actually. The aroma of warm food filled my lungs. My stomach growled and my mouth watered. When I finally got there, I saw Stephen sitting at the table tending to his tablet.
He looked little different from how I remembered. He sat there, stiff and upright. A Saturday morning didn’t stop him from conducting whatever business he was dealing with. The only difference was instead of a wine-stained tuxedo, he wore a dark blue business suit that made it seem as if he had been awake for several hours already.
The exit was just a few meters away from me. I stared at him and the table with all of the wonderful smelling food upon it. I could have just left. But without looking up from his tablet, Stephen addressed me.
“Have a seat,” he said as he swiped through his reading material.
I couldn’t refuse his invitation. Not only was I starving but I figured it was the least I could do after the intimate moment we shared last night. I shrugged and made my way over to him. I took a seat on the other side of the table and looked down at the breakfast buffet down in front of me.
“Help yourself—”
Before he could even finish, I’d already picked up a fork. I stabbed at some of the eggs and shoveled them into my mouth. I looked at Stephen and watched as his eyes glanced over at me. I smiled at him, my mouth now full of the breakfast he just offered me.
“How is it?” he asked.
“It’s good,” I said as I picked up a piece of bacon between my fingers. “Real good.”
The pork crunched between my teeth. I didn’t take much time to savor it but I knew it tasted better than anything I could ever make for breakfast. I did the same with a sausage link. All the while, Stephen glanced at his tablet.
“So, what are you reading?” I asked.
“I’m just checking my options at the moment.”
“Options? Like what you plan on doing today?”
“No, I meant my stock options.”
“Oh…”
I masked my confusion by taking a waffle and dousing it in b
utter and syrup. Stephen lowered the tablet down onto the table and watched me as I sawed away at my breakfast with a knife and fork.
“You’re quite hungry,” he said. “You have a ravenous appetite.”
“Yeah,” I said with a mouthful. “I guess I do.”
“It’s rare that I see someone who appreciates breakfast so much. Is it because of the way it was prepared?”
“The way it was prepared? How was it prepared?”
“The ingredients are fresh. The chef paid close attention to everything. I timed it to arrive when I assumed you would be awake so that it would be the perfect temperature.”
“Oh… Well, I don’t usually have breakfast. Most of the time it’s a granola bar while I’m heading out. But I do appreciate the fact that you went to so much trouble for me.”
I winked at him and shoved a piece of the waffle into my mouth. After he mentioned it, I noticed that it was indeed better than I expected it was. But it’s been a long time since I had something like this. Who keeps track of the waffles they’ve tasted?
I smacked my lips and surveyed the rest of the table, wondering what I should try next. Stephen grabbed a plate of fruit and held it out to me.
“Try the mango,” he said. “It’s fresh.”
“All right,” I said with a shrug.
I poked at the fruit with my fork. He watched me as I shoved an entire piece into my mouth.
“It’s good,” I said with a nod.
I picked at another piece and Stephen put the plate down in front of me. As I ate my breakfast, he observed me. After another few bites, I couldn’t help myself. I started to chuckle and shook my head.
“Are you just going to watch me eat?” I asked.
“For now.”
“Why don’t you have some, too?”
“I already did.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I won’t feel too bad if I eat everything here.”
“Please do.”
“I will.”
I didn’t hesitate in taking advantage of Stephen’s hospitality. It was obvious that he had a lot of money. He probably got this entire breakfast for free. And if I didn’t eat it, it would probably end up in the garbage. It was easy to rationalize the situation. But it wasn’t enough to hide the fact about what we did last night. There was still an elephant in the room.
