by Gina Blake
And then she was doing it. Shoving her hand up the leg of his shorts. He almost jumped out of his skin when her fingers made contact with his junk. That glorious mop of blonde hair hung over her shoulder and disappeared down her generous cleavage, right where he’d pictured shoving his hand.
He leaned up on his elbows and closed his eyes, letting her small hand stroke his cock. Oh hell, but her touch was fantastic. She smelled good, too. Expensive. He ventured the obvious question. “Do you often do this for male guests?”
“As often as I need to. When they arrive here lonely and tired on a Friday night, they appreciate a little tender lusting care.”
He laughed. “How do you know they’re lonely?”
“Process of elimination. If they were happily married, they’d go home on a Friday night. But a lot are lonely, so they stay the night. Sometimes two nights. I reckon that after they check in, within the hour they’ll be jerking. And they never say no to a little help from a friendly maid.”
He bet they didn’t. “What if they are married?”
“They probably wouldn’t tell me.”
“Does the hotel have any idea you offer this extra on the side?”
“My boss has a fair idea. And she sure doesn’t complain when customers want to stay an extra night. The guys don’t say anything. They love the service I provide.”
He chuckled. “Can’t imagine why.”
“So what about you? Now that you know what’s on offer, what would you like?” She edged a little closer, opened her thighs, and rested one knee on the bed beside him.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “That skirt sure is temptingly short.” He held his breath. His fingers itched to walk up her thighs under the skirt. “I’m hoping it’s an invitation?”
“Do you think it is?”
He hardly dared breathe. His dick throbbed again. He leaned across, rested his hand on her smooth thigh, and waited for a reaction. When she simply smiled, he knew she wouldn’t object if he slid his hand farther inside the frilly underslips. All was smooth beneath. Shit, she was naked under that skirt.
“No panties,” he whispered through a dry throat.
“They only get in the way.” She eased her thighs wider, leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth while he fingered her exposed pussy.
He accepted the kiss readily. No woman had ever given him what she was giving him right now, not even in his younger days. He gave back all he had to give, willingly, mindlessly. He closed his eyes and thrust his hand between her legs. He broke from the kiss. “Nice juicy pussy.”
“Glad you like her,” she murmured against his lips.
He hadn’t felt as good as this in a long while. His whole body came alive. His nerve endings tingled. Familiar fires imploded in his blood. “I can hear her purring.”
“Enjoy the moment.”
Scott moistened his lips in anticipation, Oh, he was enjoying the moment all right, from her gentle handling of his rigid cock, to his fingers fucking her dripping pussy. He didn’t care how many men she had done this with. She was doing it with him, and this moment was all that mattered.
“You’re very wet.” His voice had dropped an octave.
She breathed in his ear, and a shiver ran down his spine. “Now why do you suppose that is?”
He chuckled. “Can’t think.”
Gemma loved being fingered. It excited her, and she loved the overpowering feeling that excitement brought. The unstoppable, explosive shivering that wracked her whole body at the point of orgasm. She was happy, too, that she’d found this particular path to travel down. Outside of this life, guys, who came in all shapes and sizes when they came along at all, were infrequent. At the hotel, she could take her pick on a Friday night. Any night, come to think of it.
The moment Scott Jensen walked through the main doors, wet, shoulders drooped, the wheels on the suitcase trailing behind him and catching in the door, she had him pegged as a man in dire need of, what she called, some sweet home comfort. Especially when she spotted the telling bulge at his crotch that he tried so desperately to hide.
She didn’t offer this service to just anybody. And she’d had enough of vanilla boyfriends, so when Victoria offered her the chance to manage this hotel, Gemma had jumped at the opportunity to get her kicks this way. There was something highly erotic about fucking a man she didn’t know.
Conscious of his gaze on her, she ran a gentle finger around his purple cockhead and smiled at the light dancing in his eyes. He couldn’t hide the fact that he was into this. “You okay?”
“What do you think?” After a brief pause, while he watched her finger circle the tip of his dick, he asked, “You really like sex, huh?”
“Love getting it. Love giving it. But I don’t favor everyone I see. Only the ones I think deserve it. Want me to stay a while?” He deserved it; she could tell. She hoped he said yes. She wanted him to say yes.
He looked at her with wide, brown eyes. “Can you? I mean, don’t you have other duties? Things you have to do?”
She shook her head. Only him. “I just finished for the day.”
“You got far to go home?”
“Stop worrying about me. I live in. Two floors up.” It was part of her contract. Victoria had insisted that, as part of a first class service, management was always on hand. “I can stay as long as you want. I’d really like to fuck you.”
His eyes widened further. “What?”
She picked up on his astonishment, but she also saw how the pulse in his throat beat faster. “That surprises you.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Kinda. Never met a woman who was so—”
She grinned. “Forward?”
“Friendly,” he corrected.
“Then it’s about time you did. Want your dinner first before it goes cold?”
“Fuck dinner. I’d rather have you before you go cold.”
“No chance of that.” She was hotter than midsummer in the Arizona desert.
He let go the breath when she bent to press her lips to his sizzling cock standing upright. “Ah, fuck.”
“You got someone waiting at home?” She hoped not. Married men were off limits.
“Nope. Not anymore. Leastways, not since my wife walked out on me three years ago.”
“Oh dear. Can I ask what happened?”
He shrugged. “Sure. Usual story. She got fed up with being alone so much of the time. Me never taking her anywhere, always working. Eventually, she met someone else who paid her all the attention she wanted. She called me a loser, packed a bag, and skedaddled. Never seen or heard from her since.”
Poor guy. But she’d had boyfriends feel neglected because she worked so much so she knew a little about how he felt. “Nothing stopping us getting down and dirty, then, is there?”
He drew in a deep breath. “Nothing at all.”
Her finger circled his nipple. “So, do you still feel lonely tonight?”
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “How did you know I was lonely?”
“It was in your eyes.” She saw a lot of eyes like his in this business, and when they met downstairs, she knew he needed some company. “You have lonely eyes.”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I was lonely.”
“And now?” she teased.
“I feel great, thanks to you.”
“Glad I’m helping.” Wanting to prolong her pleasure but needing to make his a priority, she bent to drop another light kiss on his dick.
“It’s been a long time since anyone did that.”
“Shame. You have a very nice cock. Big and thick. I like ‘em thick.”
He lay back with his arms behind his head, the buttons of his shirt pulling cross his sculpted chest. “Help yourself.”
And so she would…by helping him. “Let’s start by removing all your clothes.”
Heart pounding, Scott lay perfectly still while she pulled the boxers down and off his legs. Hell, he wanted this so bad. She unbuttoned his shirt and slipp
ed it off his shoulders.
“So you’ve got me naked and erect on the bed, and at your mercy,” he tried to joke. “What next?”
“Now I slip out of this outfit.”
“Let me do it. I used to enjoy undressing women.”
“Used to?”
“Doesn’t happen a lot these days.” Damn, he hadn’t meant to say that. Made him sound like a real loser. Like his wife had called him. No, he wouldn’t think about her tonight.
“Then enjoy.”
Slowly, he slipped the fastenings of her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. Her beautiful tits, their rose colored nipples encased in a freshly laundered lace bra, peeked over the top. Mmm. He could still smell the soap. “Great tits.”
“So I’m told.”
Scott buried his face in the generous globes while she stroked his hair. He could have stayed there forever, but there were other places he wanted to explore. He slid down the back zipper of her flouncy lace slip and pulled it down her legs so she could step out of it easily, revealing her naked pussy. Yes, he definitely wanted to explore there, but first…
“Suck my cock,” he whispered.
She did as he suggested, kneeling between his legs and sliding her rosy red lips around his throbbing head. His gut turned to warm honey as he opened his legs further so she could get her mouth around him.
“Oh God,” he whispered. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” While she sucked him, one hand played with his balls. “Oh babe. Oh. Oh.” His hands gripped the bedclothes as she sucked harder. The things she was doing with her moist tongue he didn’t think any woman would ever do. Moist lips surrounded his cock while her soft tongue flicked gently back and forth across the head. He didn’t think he could ever get so hard. “Oh, hell, oh, babe. Rub my cock. Rub it while you suck.”
Without another word, she obliged. He lay in exquisite, mind-numbing agony while she gripped him hard. He felt her fingers on his hard muscle, and his gut turned molten. He knew the groan was coming, heard it blast from his throat, loud and deep. His hips pumped for all they were worth as he exploded in her mouth. Hell, it felt like he’d blown the head right off his cock.
She kept rubbing gently as she finished him off, and he lay helpless, panting, gasping for breath while she ran gentle fingers over his groin. “Just say when you’re ready to fuck.”
He drew in a long, heavy breath. Hell, he didn’t want this night to end. It was every man’s fantasy. “Any time you like.”
“What position do you like best?”
“Tried ‘em all, but you can’t beat the missionary. I like to see the glaze in a woman’s eyes, see her bite her lip, see the ecstasy on her face while I’m doing her.”
She rolled onto her back, smiled, and ran her finger along the length of his cock. “Doing her? Mmm. What a very sexy, old-fashioned expression.”
“Guess so. We always did girls when I was a teenager. Guess it’s stuck in my mind. I think it has a deliciously dirty ring to it.” Last clutch at youth, he supposed. But he felt younger now than he had in a long time.
He plunged a finger in her hot, wet pussy. She was ready for him.
She lifted her hips to meet his thrust. “And I’ll bet all the girls enjoyed being done by you?”
“I never had any complaints,” he murmured against her belly.
She rubbed a hand over his chest. “Did you do a lot of girls?”
“As many as I could get my hands on. I was a real horny son of a gun.”
“You’re real horny now. So where did you take them to do them? Hotel rooms like this one?”
“A few.” He chuckled. “Mostly to the woods. Sexy places, woods. Sometimes we’d go to a beach. Almost got caught a few times. The back seat of my car was always a good bet. But on one particular occasion, we almost got caught on the back stairs of the movie house. We were just about to come when we heard the door slam open.”
She laughed. “Exciting stuff. What did you do?”
He laughed, too, at the memory. “We ran down the stairs, without packing my dick away. It was bobbing about all over the place. We got outside, fell into a dark corner in the alley and finished the job. I never fucked a girl so hard as I did that night. We both laughed all the way home.”
“You knew some fun girls.”
“Yeah.” He smiled at the memory. “Yeah, I did.”
“Mmm. And now you’re going to do me.”
His cock swelled thicker in her hand, and he smiled. “If you want.”
“I want. You sound like a fun guy.”
“Me? Hell, lady, I’m almost forty. It’s all downhill from here.” Why in hell did he say that?
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Oh, for pity’s sake. “It means I’m getting past it. This might even be the last time for me.”
“Nonsense. If you’re almost forty that means you’re only thirty-nine. A lotta sex years left in you yet.”
Her words hit him right between the eyes. Shit. She was right. He might be a couple of months to forty, but he was still young. A spring chicken some might say, and she had opened his eyes to the fact that he wasn’t done with sex yet; not by a country mile.
Newly invigorated, he rolled across her, pinning her down. “Open your legs.” She obliged, and he tickled her pussy with his fingers.
She wriggled with pleasure. “Mmm.”
“What’s your name?”
“Does it matter?”
“Er—no, not really. But I’ve never fucked a woman whose name I didn’t know before.”
“Don’t you think there’s something highly erotic about fucking a total stranger?”
“You’re right. But you checked me in so you must know my name. Otherwise, no occupations. No life stories. Just sheer, unadulterated sex.”
“Don’tcha think that’s erotic?”
“Know what? You’re right.” He leaned forward and tickled her entrance with his rigid cock.
She sucked breath in through her teeth. “Oooh.”
“You like?”
“I’m beginning to envy those girls you used to do.”
He laughed and drove his stiff shaft into her, going in deep. Oh fuck, he could feel her walls enclosing him. It was fantastic. She was fantastic. Slowly, he pulled back then plunged in again. Again and again he pumped his cock into her.
“Oh fuck, I needed this.” Soon he was thrusting with every fiber of his being, in, out, in, out, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His balls slapped against her pussy. Her little moans of pleasure excited him.
Fuck, he’d almost forgotten how much he loved sex. He made himself a promise. He would never go without again. From now on, he would have sex on a regular basis.
But for the moment, he was here, in this hotel room with her, and she was lapping it up.
They came together, and the world exploded around him in a ball of color. When they were done, he ran the back of his finger over her smooth cheek. It felt just the way he had imagined it downstairs in reception. Finally, he rolled off her, and they lay side by side in the fading light caressing each other in the companionable silence of the darkening room.
“Thanks for that,” he felt obliged to say.
“Glad I could be of service.” After a brief pause, she said, “Say, can you hang around tomorrow?”
“Sure. I got no plans. Why?”
“Some friends and I are having a sex party tomorrow night at a friend’s place on the beach. Invitation only.”
His ears perked up. His pulses raced. “A sex party?” He’d heard about them but never actually gotten an invite.
“We have one every couple of weeks on a Saturday night. If you want to come, something tells me you’d enjoy it. Don’t worry about paying for the room tomorrow. I’ll take care of it. Wanna go?” She smiled provocatively. “As many women as you can do.”
All his birthdays had come at once. “Fuck yeah.
“Good. I’ll take you in my car, but then we have to split up. Only one rule. You’re not all
owed to fuck the person you arrive with. You have heaps more fun if you mix and mingle. That bother you?”
He shook his head. “Not if it doesn’t bother you.”
“Not in the least. There are some seriously horny guys there.”
“What do I wear?”
“These sexy black shorts will be fine and a loose shirt. Just so you can get them off quickly.”
He rolled on top of her. “Remind me to check my diary when we’re done.”
“Thought you didn’t have anything on tomorrow night.
“Not tomorrow. Next weekend. I want to book it in now.”
This woman, this sexy, courageous woman who sought what she wanted without hesitation, had made him see there was more to life than work. There was desire. He had let work take him over, and she helped him rediscover that nothing was more pleasurable than having a warm, willing woman naked under him, letting him find ecstasy with her. He hadn’t felt this alive since…hell, he couldn’t remember when, but he’d never let it get like that again. He’d have more balance in his life, make time for dating, groping…fucking.
“Good thinking,” she agreed.
Scott laughed, rolled on top of her, and pushed his cock inside her with a decisive thrust.
****
“Bye gorgeous. See you next week.”
“Sure thing, Tiger.” Gemma stretched and grinned as Scott waved goodbye and strolled out of the room, head high.
She’d had a great weekend with him. Sex always made her feel good, especially with a man like Scott Jensen, who seemed surprised at first but overcame his inhibitions and got on with having fun. She hardly recognized him when he walked out that door just now—a broad smile on his face, a jaunty spring in his step. He’d enjoyed the weekend, especially at the party, and she had enjoyed giving him a little tender lusting care.
There was something exciting about giving her favors to vulnerable men who believed they were past their prime then realized they still had plenty of life in them. Sex life, that was. Nothing made a man happier than sex, as she had discovered on quite a few occasions.
