by Megan Hart
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Surprise.
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LOVE ME TWO TIMES
Surprise.
Cadence Murphy lifted the extravagantly gift-wrapped box from her pillow and contemplated it for several minutes before opening it. The card on the front had been written in her best friend Marnia's distinctive hand. If the gift came from Marnia, it had to be something interesting, potentially embarrassing, definitely a bit bizarre, and most assuredly sexual.
The box fit easily into Cadence's palm, but felt weighty enough to contain something substantial. Jewelry? She shook her head. That didn't fit. She touched the card again, read the cryptic message, then squared her shoulders and lifted the lid. A burst of stifled laughter made her clap a hand to her lips before she let loose and guffawed.
Cadence lifted the small, purple butterfly, attached to a complicated-looking series of black straps, in front of her eyes. Vibrating butterfly, guaranteed to send you flying, read the small card inside the box.
She flipped the plastic insect over to note the ridged underbelly, the protruding "tongue," presumably meant to stimulate her clit, and the lengthy tail that must be meant to arouse some other parts. Cadence nudged the small button on the butterfly's head and it began to buzz. The noise was low and unobtrusive, but still startled her enough to shut it off.
"Leave it to Marnia." Cadence looked around the room, half-expecting to see more of her friend's surprises, but the king-size suite was empty. Luxurious and decadent, but empty. Not even a token houseboy to unpack her suitcases or rub her feet.
The cool plastic had already warmed in her hand, and Cadence looked at it more closely. It wasn't what she'd have chosen for herself, but then she'd never claimed to be up on trendy sex-toys. Her hand and a detachable showerhead had been about as kinky as she'd ever gotten with herself. Looking at the object in her hand, Cadence's mind began to whirl with exotic possibilities.
A bad breakup had led her to flee to California and La Fleur, the exclusive boutique hotel catering to the famous and the infamous. Movie stars and rock legends had partied here, relationships had formed and broken, men and women of wealth and fame had swum in the pool and leaped from the balconies. Despite all that, La Fleur had never gained the reputation of its sister hotel, the Chateau Marmont. Stars went to the Chateau for the kind of privacy that meant they'd be seen. Guests of La Fleur went there to ensure complete anonymity.
Cadence herself had signed in under an assumed name, part of the La Fleur mystique, and she wasn't even a celebrity, just the friend of one. Marnia Disson, Hollywood's hottest new actress and Cadence's best friend since kindergarten, had booked and paid for the room. A special treat--done only the way Marnia could do it--to help Cadence get over the discovery that not only did her boyfriend Charles prefer the company of other women, he'd decided he wanted to be one, himself.
Cadence had grown used to daily orgasms beneath Charles' talented fingers and tongue, and though it had always seemed a bit odd he'd preferred giving her oral instead of intercourse, she hadn't complained too much. The man had magic in his mouth.
Now, like a junkie denied her fix, Cadence had withdrawal. She'd escaped here to this luxurious hideaway courtesy of Marnia, who claimed all any woman needed was a hot bubble bath and a waterproof vibrator. Cadence didn't quite agree. Masturbation could be fun, or a necessary evil, depending on your outlook, but it couldn't replace good old-fashioned, straight-up screwing.
"How about you, little fella?" she asked the purple butterfly. "Are you waterproof?"
She didn't think so. The complicated contraption looked more like some kind of mild bondage gadget than a water toy. She thumbed the switch again and another buzzing hum that tickled her palm rewarded her effort.
"Worth a try anyway," she murmured. She slid the butterfly between her thighs. It tickled. After another minute, the tickles became tingles.
Cadence unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand and shrugged out of it while teasing herself with the butterfly. The sensation was muted through the fabric of her skirt and panties, but she could tell how great it would feel once she took them off. Of course, she was already halfway to coming just from this sensation alone, a sign of her recently deprived sexual state. She tilted her hips against the butterfly's determined buzz, and sighed. This was going to be pretty good after all.
She cut the power to the bug so she could slip out of her skirt. Dressed only in a black sheer bra, matching thong panties, garter belt and stockings, Cadence stood for a moment to look at herself in the mirror.
"Not bad at all," she mused, hands on hips, dark chestnut hair mussed and tumbled over her shoulders. "Stupid Charles."
As it turned out, he'd preferred what he called earthier ladies--the ones who didn't shave their pits or their legs...on purpose, not just because they didn't feel like it that morning in the shower. The type of girls who wore hemp clothes and vegan shoes, "their only makeup, the blush of the sun, their only perfume their own musky odor." Direct quote.
"That so ain't me," Cadence drawled, cocked her hip and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
She wished Charles all the best, though she'd miss his loving tongue. He, at least, knew what he wanted to be and do, and had finally found the courage to pursue his dreams.
She lifted her breasts and thumbed the nipples until they stood out like rosy buttons beneath the sheer silk. She pinched them lightly, which made her shudder, before sliding her hand down between her legs.
The silk rubbed her deliciously as she found the erect nub of her clit with her forefinger. Nice. She stroked herself and watched her eyes grow glazed in the mirror. Her face flushed, the pink traveling down her throat to paint the pale globes of her breasts. She opened her thighs and tilted her hips as she stroked herself through the panties.
If she put that butterfly on now, she'd go off like a rocket in seconds. No question. Cadence tilted her head to stare at her sex-drenched reflection. If she was the type to have one-night stands, she'd go down to the bar and find one. As it was, she didn't like the risks involved, and didn't want to take the chance on picking up a stud who'd turn out to be a dud. She needed to come, and could count on herself and Marnia's gift to get her there in a way she couldn't trust a stranger to do.
Too bad the butterfly hadn't arrived with a partner. As good as it could make her feel, it wasn't going to replace the feeling of a long, thick cock inside her. Cadence sighed again, her fingers making lazy circles on her clit. When was the last time she'd been fucked? Really fucked, by a man who was really interested in her?
"Too damn long." She caught herself before she could frown. She wouldn't think about that now or she'd just get depressed. Marnia had given her this weekend and a nifty sex toy to enjoy. She'd be selfish and stupid not to enjoy it while she could.
Whoever had designed this room must've sex in mind, she thought as she crossed to the gigantic bed and sat on the edge, butterfly at her fingertips. T
here were mirrors everywhere, placed so discreetly it didn't become obvious what they were meant to reflect until you got on the bed. Then it was all too clear what you were supposed to be looking at.
She shifted and opened her thighs. One positive thing about being alone. Nobody could block her view.
Cadence propped some pillows under her head and put the butterfly back over her clit. She wanted to feel it over her panties just a few moments longer, to tease herself into an explosion that would sate her instead of merely taking the edge off her sexual hunger.
She moaned when the little insect began to hum again. Even without it strapped into place, the sensation was exquisite. Slickness coated her, and she dipped a finger inside the edge of her panties to slide inside her tunnel. She slid another finger inside, fucking herself slowly while the butterfly buzzed on her clit. Her breath came faster. She was going to come, oh, yes...right now...
The knock on the door startled her upright. The butterfly slid to the bed, where it jumped and jerked against the comforter. Her pussy clenched on her fingers before she pulled them free. The first wave of orgasm stiffened her legs and made her close her eyes. She was caught between holding it off and riding it to its conclusion. For what seemed an eternity Cadence hovered on the verge of climax, her cunt and clit twitching, her thighs shuddering, her nipples as hard as stone.
The knock came again, louder this time, accompanied by a muttered, "Room service!"
She hadn't ordered anything, and it was extremely difficult to think with her body in such an uproar. Cadence blinked and breathed and stepped back from the edge. To her horror, she heard the distinctive sound of a key in the lock and realized she hadn't turned the deadbolt or hung a "do not disturb" on the handle. She was about to get caught with her pants down...literally.
"Just a minute!" She shoved the butterfly beneath a pillow and leaped to her feet.
Too late. The door swung open. The young man pushing the large room service cart, covered with a long white cloth and set with a selection of dishes covered by silver domes, didn't even look surprised. His eyes merely slid over her near-naked body and sex-flushed skin without judgment, and he pointed at the cart.
"Your order, ma'am."
Cadence cleared her throat and tried to act like she answered the door in her scanties every day. "Thanks, but I didn't order anything."
This earned a perplexed look from the steward, who glanced at the notepad in his hand. "Cadence Murphy, courtesy of Ms. Attitude?"
That would be Marnia. "Yes, I guess that is me. Thank you."
"My pleasure." Incredibly, he gave a half-bow. "And the gratuity has already been generously taken care of. Will there be anything else?"
For one semi-hysterical moment, Cadence snuck a peek at the room steward's firm, round ass and thought about asking him if he wanted to jump into bed with her. Common sense and the tell-tale rainbow bracelet with the dangling male/male charm allowed her to keep her dignity. "That's all, thanks."
With another nod, the steward exited, leaving Cadence to stare at the elaborately set tray. She gave a burst of nervous laughter and shook herself. She'd had more embarrassing moments, but she'd have been hard-pressed to think of one at the moment.
"Ms. Attitude, what did you send me?" Cadence lifted the first silver dome to reveal a plate set with assorted petite fours and chocolate-dipped fruit. Another dish held interestingly shaped chocolates, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be detailed penises, vaginas, butts and breasts. Cadence laughed and stuck a chocolate penis into her mouth. It seemed the only way she was going to get to suck one.
A note had fallen to one side, but now she saw it and lifted the creamy paper from the envelope...
Surprise. Thought you could use this. I can highly recommend everything on this cart. Don't be afraid to take a chance, make your wish and satisfy all your urges! M.
Cadence peeked under the third dish, which proved to be some sort of exotic fruit pastry topped with whipped cream. She stuck a finger into the sweetness and licked it off.
"You don't have to ask me twice," she said. "Come to Mama."
Then she screamed at the top of her lungs because the white cloth lifted and a man stepped out from under the cart.
Cadence stumbled back, heart pounding, legs weak. She'd have fallen but for the man's long reach and strong hands, which reached to grab her and keep her upright. She had time to notice the pads of his fingers were rough and callused before her backward momentum threw them both off balance.
Luckily, the bed was close enough behind them to catch their fall. He landed on her, his belt buckle a cold weight on her clit. His chest crushed hers. His dark hair came loose from its band and fell forward to tickle her cheeks.
"Hello," the man said. "That wasn't quite the greeting I expected."
They both noticed the faint buzzing at the same time. Cadence glanced toward the pillow as heat moved over her entire body. The man slid a hand beneath the pillow and pulled out the butterfly.
Cadence put her hand over her eyes. "Oh, damn."
The man rolled to one side, one hand resting on her belly, the other grabbing the butterfly. The buzzing stopped. "Wow. Um. I've never seen one of these."
Cadence peeked between her fingers. All at once, Marnia's note became clear. Her friend had done more than send her a battery-powered sex-toy and some calorie-laden sweets. She'd sent Cadence what she really needed.
A man.
Though Marnia swore by the services of paid escorts, who, she said, could be counted on to give a great lay and leave before morning, Cadence had never tried such a service herself.
The man was staring at her intently, still looking puzzled. Cadence rolled her body toward him to look into his eyes. He smelled incredible, and her pussy twitched again.
"I am incredibly horny," she said matter-of-factly. "And honestly, I have never, ever done this before, but you come highly recommended by a friend of mine. So even though this is not my usual style, I'd very much like it if you could fuck me. Um...please."
He blinked rapidly. Was that a blush spreading from his throat up to the impossibly high cheekbones? What kind of escort blushed?
"Highly recommended?" The man's deep voice dipped a little lower. Scratchy and breathy. Damn-fine sexy, and somehow familiar, but Cadence didn't have time to ponder where she might have heard it before because he was continuing, "Wow."
Her blush must have rivaled his, judging by the way her cheeks felt. Cadence struggled to sit, but the soft bed and his weight hindered her. Then his hand on her hip stopped her. Following an instinct she didn't understand, Cadence met his eyes.
He didn't ruin the moment by speaking. He kissed her. Not a soft, tentative, let's-get-to-know-each-other kiss...hell, no. This man captured her mouth and kissed her like he meant it. Like he couldn't control himself. His tongue slid between her lips and stroked hers. He tilted her head back, forcing her to open even more beneath him. He kissed her breathless, drew away, then dove in again to kiss her some more.
And Cadence was all over it. She wanted more. She let him have his way with her and loved every second of it, not caring she'd probably have bruised lips tomorrow. The man was as fantastic as she'd hoped. Better, even. He kissed like she was the only damn thing in the world, like there was nothing else he ever had to do again.
The heat of his hand between her legs made her cry out, and he stifled the noise with his mouth. His finger went unerringly to her clit, but he didn't stroke her with the same force he was kissing her. His finger rolled in tiny circles over her arousal, fast but perfect, in just the right rhythm to get her off.
She'd never had a man like this, one who knew just where and how to touch her, how much strength to use tempered with tenderness. She didn't even have to wiggle her hips to tell him what she wanted. He just knew.
His hand left her clit and she whimpered, but, in the next moment, he'd left her mouth to slide his tongue down her neck, through the valley of her breasts, over her belly and fi
nally, to rest exactly where she wanted him. Right on her clit. He licked the silk of her panties and she arched her back, overcome with pleasure. He licked her again, his tongue making small, circular jabs. He put his hands on the ties at the sides of her panties and pulled them away. She was bare beneath him. He found her clit with his tongue and lips and--oh, holy mother of pearl--his teeth. He nibbled at her swollen flesh as he slid two fingers into her all the way to the base without preamble, without warning, and just started fucking her with them. Then she was coming, all the way up, over the top, riding that wave of ecstasy.
He withdrew, pressed the heel of his hand to her crotch, but didn't move it. She couldn't breathe. Her orgasm stuttered, a sensation that under any other circumstances would have made her curse out loud, but Cadence didn't have the breath to speak. The roller coaster had stopped at the top of the hill with everyone onboard screaming in anticipation of the drop, only to discover when they looked ahead there was only a small dip and a bigger, steeper climb just ahead.
