Casual Encounter
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What did I agree to?
“Could you possibly bring a few extra pillows, blankets and towels up to her room and I’ll gladly pay for any inconvenience.”
“We can certainly accommodate you if it’s okay with Ms. Herrera,” she says.
“Ms. Herrera?”
I guess this is the first time he’s heard my last name. These formalities weren’t required to make him come. “Yes, my name is Ciara Herrera.”
“You’re Hispanic?” He asks amused.
“Guilty as charged. I’m Latina. I’m born in America and so are my parents, but our ancestors span from The Caribbean, South America and Spain.
“Very. Sexy,” he grins. “So can I bunk up with you tonight or will I be forced to sleep on a chair in the lobby of this hotel like a common hobo?”
“As if you’ll ever pass for a vagabond,” I mock.
“Funny, Ms. Herrera.”
“I try my best,” I quip.
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” he presses.
I guess he isn’t going to budge from his request. If he sleeps on the couch in my hotel room it’s not as if we’re sleeping in the same bed and with a little luck he’ll be gone before I wake up. “If you don’t want to leave your car behind, there aren’t too many options left. You’re welcome to crash on my couch,” I say reluctantly as I fake a smile.
“Thanks so much. I appreciate this and I owe you big time.” He grabs me in his arms and kisses both of my cheeks.
I hope I don’t live to regret this.
We ride the elevator in silence and I’m not sure if he’s lost in his thoughts or if he’s mellowed out because of the eventful evening. I’m too preoccupied to attempt to make conversation.
Damn, I’ve broken my own rules.
After Luke, I promised myself to never get close to any guy. For me sleeping over is a sign of weakness I simply refuse to give in to. Sleepovers mean the guy possesses a part of me I’m no longer willing to concede to anyone. Luke taught me a lot—even if you give your all to a man, it still might not be enough.
“I can’t remember the last time I slept over at a woman’s place. I usually make it a point to sleep in my own bed even if I have to drive home at four o’clock in the morning.”
What did he say? “I’m sorry?”
“There are too many unspoken expectations when you spend the night with a woman and I prefer to avoid all the messiness in the early stages,” he explains.
“I feel the same way. I never spend the night and I always slip out before he gets too comfortable.”
“We have so much in common, you and I,” he says, moving closer to me.
“I guess we’re lucky my client booked a massive room. I’m sure I won’t even notice you’re there,” I say, gently pushing him away to get out of the elevator.
“Ouch. You know how to kick a guy when he’s down,” he laments behind me.
“Mr. von Henningsen? Ms. Herrera?”
We both turn around to face the young man who called out our names.
“Yes,” Nikolaj responds before I do.
“You asked the concierge for extra pillows, blankets and towels?”
“Indeed. I’ll be crashing in my friend’s room and I’d hate to be a burden to her,” Nikolaj says with a huge grin on his face.
“My name is Brian and I’m here to prepare the sofa bed to ensure you’re totally comfortable. If madam could open the door to her room, I’ll be in and out in a flash,” he says, eager to please.
After letting Brian in, Nikolaj waltzes in right after him and struts around to check out the luxurious space. I’m so overwhelmed, I can only stand leaning against a wall with my arms crossed wondering if I’ve lost all of my good sense.
This is getting so complicated. It might have been easier to say no.
“Brian, you’ve done a spectacular job fixing this bed. Thanks to you I’ll be able to sleep so well tonight,” Nikolaj says as he tips the young man.
I can’t help but smile at the way he’s so suavely able to get what he needs from people.
“Do you have a dry cleaning service here, dear Brian?”
“Of course we do, sir. May I be of service?”
“Brian, I’ve spent the night dancing up a storm with this foxy lady and this suit is drenched in sweat and I’d love to get it cleaned and pressed for first thing tomorrow so I can look presentable again.”
“We can have this pressed by eight o’clock, Mr. von Henningsen. During the week, we would have this done by six, but since tomorrow is Saturday, the cleaning staff starts a bit later.”
“Brilliant, let me hand it over to you. I doubt I’ll be up so early, could we make it nine o’ clock instead?” he says, turning on his heel.
Before I realize what he’s up to, Nikolaj has already snuck inside the bathroom and comes out a few seconds later clad only in a white towel wrapped around his waist.
“Thanks again for your help and here’s a little something extra for your troubles.” He closes the door behind the young man and rests his ultra-fit body against the door. His lustful eyes devour me and I find it nearly impossible to look away.
Sweet Jesus. He’s delicious.
This guy would make Michaelangelo’s sculpted David weep with envy—his body is jaw-dropping. This is the first time I’m able to admire his naked torso. I only saw him from the waist down earlier and the sheer muscular definition of his upper body leaves me speechless.
This is going to be an interesting night.
It’s one thing when I plan on having a quick and uncomplicated interlude with a stranger, but now he’s spending the night and I feel like I’ve lost control of the situation.
I need some space to clear my head.
“Well, your bed is made and I guess a good night’s sleep will sober you up. I’m going to take a shower before getting to bed myself and I’ll see you in the morning,” I say, as detached as I humanly can be considering how turned on I am.
“Wait. What happened, Ciara? Why are you all of a sudden so distant and cold? Have I said something wrong?” He bridges the distance between us and stands in front of me, blocking my way to the bathroom.
My God, this is going to be a long night. I don’t know how much longer I can resist him, but I’m not sure I want to sleep next to him after he’s made me come again—I don’t do sleepovers.
I can’t blame him for standing half naked in my room with lust in his eyes. I was all hot and heavy an hour ago before I realized we’d end up being roommates for the night. It’s not his fault if we both lost track of time and his expensive vehicle got locked up for the night.
“Is it because I’m staying the night? It seems to make you very uncomfortable.”
“Well…” I try to articulate what’s going through my head right now, but he concludes before I can muster up an answer.
“Don’t worry, as long as we’re both clear we like things carefree, we’ll be fine,” he says, getting closer.
I avoid his gaze and fix my eyes on his godlike body, but I quickly realize it’s a foolish decision, because his physique is an instant panty-wetter. He takes one step closer and presses the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock against me.
Shit. He’s not playing fair.
“I thought I was a bit too drunk to continue what we started, but this last hour has sobered me up. Why don’t I jump in the shower with you and I can wash your back?” He trails his finger from the base of my neck down to the middle of my chest.
Ohhhh.
I’m most likely making too much out of it since he’ll be gone in the morning and I’ll never see him again. I’ve wanted him since I’ve laid eyes on him. So what if I have to break one my cardinal rules of dating? If I get his nine-inch cock inside me, it will have been well worth it.
I want him.
Sex with Dylan has been extremely frustrating because I’ve had to fake each one of my orgasms and I usually end up hiding in his bathroom after I’ve made him come, desperately giving mys
Hell, a proper fuck would do me a lot of good. I can barely remember the last time my body was consumed by the kind of passion I can only experience from an awesome orgasm.
“Are you saying we made poor Brian work for no good reason?”
He flashes me a smile and I can tell from the playful glee in his eyes that it’s on.
“Well, if you insist, I can always leave the comfort of your warm body and sleep on the sofa bed once I’ve made you come three times. I’d say my little suggestion should absolve you of any guilt.” His hungry eyes are still fixed on mine as he lifts my chin to kiss my lips. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one who’s half naked here. Why don’t you slide out of your dress?”
“Three times?” I ask between his kisses.
“At the very least,” he says, untying the belt to my dress and sliding it off my body before letting it pool at my feet. He lifts me in his strong arms and tosses me over his shoulder.
Slap.
“Ouch!”
He spanks my ass a few times and I gasp when he bites the side of my ass cheek. “If I don’t make good on my intentions, I’ll consider it a personal failure. A woman like you deserves to be properly fucked.”
I desperately need to lose my mind riding your cock. “To hell with the shower. Why don’t you get to work immediately on your outrageous promises?”
He doesn’t answer. He carries me to the king-size bed and pulls away the covers with his free hand, still balancing my body over his shoulder, before he finally throws me onto the mattress.
Holy fuck.
“I’ve wanted to taste your pussy since I licked my fingers earlier. I want to play with your little clit and gorge on your sweetness and make you come so hard you cry out my name as you pull at my hair for mercy.”
“Oh, dear Lord,” I whisper. His words are so raw, so wrong and yet so right. It’s as if each one of them makes me wetter than the next.
Dirty talk sounds so much better with a British accent.
“Oh, Ciara, I want you to watch me as I fuck you with my tongue. I want to see the lust in your eyes and I want to see you being consumed by the pleasure I’ll inflict on your body.”
I’m so turned on I can only nod my head in agreement as I slide one finger inside my mouth to appease my hunger for him. My body is already aching to feel his tongue on my clit.
“I also want to ride you like a bull to the point where your body will tremble so badly you’ll have no other choice but to bite this pillow for relief.” As if to prove he’s well equipped for the job, he rips off his towel, giving free rein to his cock.
The man’s cock is truly massive.
“Your ass is so sweet I want to ride you doggy style to feel my hips slap your ass each time I nail you. I hope you didn’t plan on being too active tomorrow because I doubt you’ll be able to walk when I’m done with you.”
“Oh my God, Nikolaj, keep talking dirty to me,” I beg.
“You fucking like it, don’t you, when I tell you how I intend on rocking your world.”
I’m going to lose my head here.
“And the third way? You promised to make me come three times,” I pant. I’m so excited by his talk, I don’t even realize I’ve lifted my hips from the mattress and my legs are glued together in an effort to relieve my aching clit.
“Yeah, the third time, I won’t have to do anything because you’re so turned on. You’re so fucking wet right now I’m sure if you rub your legs against each other you’ll come simply by imagining all the filthy things I’ll do to you and how much pleasure you’ll derive from sucking my cock dry.”
“Ah,” I cry out as the sweet wave of a climax takes over me.
His mouth is a treasure.
I’ve come many times on my own by grinding my hips back and forth and clenching my legs together, but I’ve never come so fast and so hard. His raunchiness has sent me over the deep end.
“My God, you’re good,” I pant, as I brush my damp hair away from my face.
He’s gorgeous, gifted and his dirty mouth is exactly what I need.
My eyes trail up his muscular body and stop on his lustful gaze taking in my half-naked body.
“I hope you enjoyed the appetizer, because the main course will blow your mind.” He looks down at me, his face filled with satisfaction.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle the rest of this feast.”
“I think you’ll manage nicely. Now get off this bed and get down on your knees and make sure to keep those sexy shoes on.”
Hmmmm. He’s very dominant.
I need this kind of alpha-male magnetism because I spend so much of my life being in control. I’m happy to surrender to the whims of a strong, take-charge stud who knows how to make me come. “Why do you want me on my knees?”
“I’ve been imagining your full lips wrapped around my cock as I force your head to take me in deeper since we met, and now I can’t wait any longer.”
This guy is good. He’s self-assured, raw, naughty and he surely has the perfect cock to force me to submit to his kinkiest desires.
“Yes, sir,” I say with a cocky smile. Good God, he’s so sexy when he orders me around. I sit up before sliding off the mattress. “Is your cock as sweet as it looks?”
“I don’t know. You tell me,” he says as he bends over to undo my bra strap and release my breasts. He caresses my breasts before squeezing my hard nipples and twisting them forcefully.
“Ah,” I whimper.
“I can squeeze your tits all night long if I get to hear you moan like this. Are you wet yet, Ciara?”
I don’t have to touch myself. My panties are drenched with my own juices. God, I need his cock inside my mouth. “You’re massive.” Nikolaj’s cock looks even bigger from this vantage point.
“I hope it’s not a problem.” He sneers, looking down at me and relishing the fact I’m staring in awe at his perfect dick.
I lick my lips in anticipation at the idea of feasting on nine inches of hardness. Problem? Hell no. “I don’t know if you can keep promise number two because I’m afraid it won’t fit.”
“Trust me, it will fit. In fact, I suspect it will fit as perfectly as it will fit inside your mouth. Now, open wide,” he says, stroking his hard-on.
I love going down on a guy. I love having him in my mouth and knowing I’m in full control of his pleasure. Bigger cocks are a challenge I welcome because taking him fully and forcing him to hit the back of my throat without gagging always leaves them in awe.
“Take me in,” he commands in a low voice.
I grab his length with one hand and caress his ass with the other. His firm butt tenses the second I flick my tongue across the head of his cock and he lets out a moan when I suck the moisture glistening from this cock. His eyes glaze with desire and I can tell he’s enjoying every single lick. The fire burning from his gaze makes my pussy ache with anticipation.
“Suck it hard, baby.”
Jesus, I cannot believe how wet I am. I moan with pleasure at the raunchiness of his command. My tongue swirls playfully around his head and down his long shaft, enjoying every inch of his magnificent dick. I glance up again and his eyes are glued on me. He smiles as if to remind me he’s the one in control. I hold his gaze, knowing full well he won’t be able to keep it together.
I gently lift his cock to trail hot kisses from the tip of his cock all the way to his balls. I pause and wait for his body to respond to me before licking his balls.
“Goddamn it. I’m going to go mad,” he grunts.
I suck his right ball into my mouth as I cup the left one. I’m going to tease him until his balls ache. My tongue dances over his cock. I purposefully slow down my rhythm. He’ll soon be begging me to take him all in.
“Ciara, stop teasing me and make me come,” he commands.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” I smirk with pride.
I challenge myself to take him fully by pushing his length to the back of my throat, but his nine-inch delight isn’t going to fit as easily as I hoped. I wrap my hand around his throbbing base and bob my head back and forth, licking and sucking as he grabs my curls, forcing himself deeper into my mouth.
The carnal sounds coming from Nikolaj are like fuel to my burning fire. The more I know he’s getting off, the more I get off. My pussy is aching so badly for relief, I bring my free hand down to my hard nub. My panties are even more soaked than I expected. My juices are trailing down the insides of my thighs as a cruel reminder of the fact I’ve not been this turned on by a man in over eighteen months.
The second I close my lips around his cock, he grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock deeper inside my mouth as he holds my head in place, forcing me to follow his rhythm. The sensation of his massive cock pumping my mouth fills my body with such a pleasurable rush.
“Christ. You’re going to make me come, Ciara.”
“You were right, it fits perfectly.” I push my head away from his cock while meeting his gaze.
He laughs, rocking his hips back and forth the second I close my lips around his dick, controlling the tempo at which he fucks my mouth.
I moan in ecstasy as I tease him like a Popsicle on a hot summer day.
“Don’t stop,” he grunts, forcing his shaft deeper.
I pump him harder and feel the pulse of his throbbing veins. I wrap my lips tighter and finally let him touch the back of my throat as I relax to take him in.
He must be close to the edge.
I squeeze his balls and his hot milky nectar spurts inside my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” he roars. “Shit,” he adds as his entire body shudders, succumbing to the sweet release of a powerful orgasm. He’s breathing heavily. “If this is how you usually go down on a guy, you must leave your lovers begging. You’re incredible. I’ve never had a woman make me come so hard with her mouth.”
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