by M Dauphin
I mean, his is impressive, but I’ve never seen anything as big as that dildo.
“What the fuck are you going through my shit for?!” I shriek, yanking the dildo out of his grasp. My eyes wide, I can’t help but be incredibly turned on by this entire situation.
“I was given permission,” he states proudly.
“By whom?!”
“Ava. She told me to make sure you use it. Then I saw it and…” He laughs. “I’m sorry, but I’d feel kind of bad shoving that thing inside of you. That just looks… painful.” He cringes looking at it again then looks down at his dick. “It’s ok, pal, you’re still number one in my book.” His hand goes around it and he starts stroking himself, then grins up at me.
“I…” I stutter. “You went through my things?” I glare at him, trying my hardest not to watch him play with himself. What kind of a guy does this?!
“I like that robe.” He nods. “I’d like it better off of you.” He moves closer to me, his hands resting on my biceps.
“You went through my shit.”
“I did. Ava gave me permission.” He looks un-phased by the lack of privacy he’s allowing me.
“Who do you think you are? You don’t even know me!”
“Oh, Nora, I think I know you pretty damn well. But I’d love to get to know you a little better.” He winks at me, then leans in and presses his lips to my collarbone.
“Max, you went through my things. You know nothing about me,” she murmurs as I untie the robe. She’s all talk and no play in the game of trying to get me to stop.
“Mmhmm,” is all I can answer. I have less than twenty-four hours with this beautiful woman. I’d rather not waste it talking. My hand slides between her legs and she lets out a gasp as soon as I slip a finger inside her. “Wet already, Nora. Greedy, are we?”
Her eyes flutter closed and she moans as I slip another finger inside her. Fuck she’s tight.
“Oh God,” she gasps when my hand finds that perfect rhythm. She leans into me, resting her forehead on my shoulder as she rides my hand, not paying a lick of attention to my hard-as-fuck dick… and I have no problem with that. Hearing her moan like this just from my hand is sexy as hell. Noticing the pink dildo on the counter, I grin and pull my fingers away from her, making sure to taste them as soon as she looks at me.
“Delicious,” I say, grinning, then walk over to the bathroom and take the massive pink dick from its resting place. She’s watching me, eyebrow raised and cheeks flushed, waiting to see what I’m up to. Looking around the room, there’s only one piece of furniture around here that’ll work for this, but it’ll work perfectly.
Pulling out the wooden desk chair, I slap the dildo on the seat of the chair and look back to Nora.
“Show me how you use this,” I whisper, holding my hand out for her to join me across the room. She eyes me, then her eyes flick to the dildo and she bites her lip.
“I’ve never… um…” She nods to the chair and blushes. Blushes! No woman I’ve ever been with has actually blushed about sex!
“Awesome,” I growl, immediately more turned on by that little admission. “We’ll break it in.” I wink at her. “Sit.”
“That thing’s huge.” Her eyes go wide.
“It is. I want to watch it fill you. Come on.” I walk over and take her hand, kissing her hard before forcing myself to stop touching her as I guide her over to the chair.
Her eyes never leave mine as she lowers herself onto it, guiding the dildo into her opening and sliding down on it.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut. “Holy shit,” she whispers, then opens her eyes to find mine. “Like this?” She grins and wiggles a bit so the entire shaft of the massive thing is inside her.
Holy fuck that’s hot.
“Good. Now fuck it.” My hand goes to my dick and starts stroking as I watch her start to grind on the chair. I don’t have to instruct her what to do next.
One hand moves down between her legs and her fingers start circling her clit as she grinds on the chair.
I walk over to her and she watches me intently as I straddle the chair.
“Open. And don’t stop fucking that thing.” She moans, then her eyes meet mine as she opens her mouth and slowly takes me to the back of her throat.
It takes all I have not to blow my load right then.
“That’s good, Nora. Keep going.” With my hands resting on the back of her head, I fuck her mouth while she fucks the toy—hard. Each time she moans brings me that much closer to coming.
“Come with me, Nora,” I whisper, arching my back into her. She’s relentless, and working her ass off. Fuck me, this is hot. Her skin is glistening, her hand still between her legs rubbing gently as she hollows her cheeks from sucking so hard.
“Mmmm,” she moans, then pops me out of her mouth and throws her head back. “Fuck!” I pump my dick as I watch her fall apart in front of me. Her body shakes and her tits bounce as she makes herself orgasm under me. When her eyes refocus on me, she’s ready to finish me off.
“Open your mouth,” I whisper, out of breath and ready to finish this so I can recoup and fuck her senseless.
She does as she’s asked and I come undone, letting her swallow every last fucking drop.
“Goddammit,” I huff, backing up and helping her off the chair. I want nothing more than to taste her juices on that damn pink toy, but there’s no way in hell I’m putting a dick near my mouth. Even a fake one.
“That was definitely something new.” She giggles. Fucking giggles!
“It’s a night for new adventures, I guess.” I shrug, heading to the bathroom to clean up as she does the same to her bathroom.
When I come out she’s already back in bed, under layers of blankets.
“I’m hungry,” she moans, rolling over to me as I slide in.
“Room service?” I wrap my arm around her and my hand instinctively goes to her tit. I mean, if she’s ok with it I’m not going to pass up some boob play.
“Fine,” she groans, then turns to lay on her back, giving me easier access to her tits. I lean in and kiss them softly, her soft moans filling the room.
“Max you have to stop. I need a rest,” she says, pulling my hands away. Her stomach grumbles and practically echoes off the walls. “And food.” She laughs.
“I’d say!” I laugh, sitting up and grabbing the menu. “What do you feel like?”
“Pizza.” She smiles at me and I nod.
“Alright.” I chuckle, because girls I’m used to would’ve answered ‘salad’ and I can’t fucking stand that.
As soon as I’m finished ordering dinner, my phone rings.
“I’m going to step out and take this,” I tell her, throwing on a robe and slipping out of the room.
“Deig, what’s up?”
“Dude, you’re stranded in the fucking snow. Is um… is everything ok?”
“It’s fine, Marcus.” I sigh. Marcus Deiglemann; my longest friend and sort of business partner. As legal of a business partner as he can be in this business. See, drug sales is kind of frowned upon in the majority of the country. Especially the type of shit we sell.
“Right, but you have to go back through security tomorrow at the airport, Max. We need this shipment and it’s too risky to have it shipped.”
“Will ya stop worrying and let me do my fucking job? We haven’t made it this far in this business by your worrywart attitude. One of us has to be the risk taker.” I roll my eyes at him. He’s too cautious, and that’s sometimes not a good thing.
“Right. Well, chill tonight, tomorrow could get crazy. Some of the guys are already itching for you to get here.”
“Right. Listen, don’t call anymore tonight. The airline fucked up and had to room me with some chick. Hot fucking piece of ass that I plan on fucking more tonight if she’ll let me.”
“More?! Good fucking God you’re a lucky bastard! Fuck.” He laughs. “Text me tomorrow when you’re safe at the airport.”
“Ov
er and out,” I answer, then hang up the call.
His call has me worried that maybe things have been going too well lately, but I can’t think like this. It’s a small-ass amount I’m transferring and I can’t exactly ship illegal drugs. Let’s just hope the fake labels are good enough to fool TSA.
When I slip back inside the room, the lights are low and the TV is on.
“What’s up?” She looks over at me and smiles.
“Just a friend. Curious about when my flight out is, tomorrow.”
“When do you have to be at the airport?” She curls into me as I slide back into bed and I have to roll my eyes at our behavior. We’re acting like we know each other. The snuggling and small talk isn’t something I’m used to, but I like it with her and it’s not going to hurt, so I let it happen.
“I have to be there around two. I think the flight’s a little before five.”
“I leave at three,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing mine.
“Then I guess we have all night to have as much fun as we can.” She laughs and sighs.
“So, Max. Tell me something about yourself.”
“I think it’s only fair if you get to ask questions, that I do too.”
“Fine, one at a time, though. I asked first, so you have to answer.” She’s lying on her side smiling at me, the sheets pulled just to her chest and her head resting on her hand.
“I like Chinese food way too much.”
She watches me for a smile, but I’m dead serious. It’s a fucking addiction… and I fall into addictions very easily.
“Okay. Then I guess it’s your turn.”
I’ve never done this twenty questions bullshit, but it’s kind of fun. I get to ask her anything… anything at all.
“Why’d you have a massive dildo that you’ve never used?”
She grins at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“What? It’s a serious question. That thing can bring some serious pleasure. How have you never used it before?” I grin at her and she laughs.
“It showed up at my door today. Randomly. I’ve never done the whole sex-toy thing.” Her cheeks blush and she lies back on her pillow and stares at the ceiling. “I’m pretty fucking vanilla I guess.”
“Nothing wrong with a little vanilla,” I growl, reaching for her. As soon as my hands reach her skin there’s a knock on the door. “Well shit.” She laughs at me as I wrap the blanket around me and almost trip on it on the way to the door.
“Time for some fuel. You’re going to need it.”
She sits up as I walk to the bed and sit next to her with the box of pizza. Without hesitation, she reaches over and grabs a piece, shoving it into her mouth.
“Oh God,” she groans, licking her lips. “Fis is so fucking goof.” With a full mouth, she continues moaning and making love to this piece of pizza and my dick keeps growing harder and harder for her.
“You should really stop making those noises.”
She looks over at me mid-chew and notices my rock-hard dick standing at attention. Her eyes go wide and she chuckles.
“Sorry.”
She goes silent, enjoying two more pieces of pizza and when she’s done she falls back into bed.
“The noises you make when eating make me wonder just how good those orgasms you got today were. That’s legit bliss right there.”
“Mmm it was. So much bliss.” She rolls over to her side so we’re facing each other. Butterflies flitter in my stomach staring at her. What the hell is that all about?
“I think it’s your turn for more questions.” I raise an eyebrow at her while I try to get rid of whatever’s happening in my stomach right now. Nerves? Nah… can’t be. She means nothing to me and we’ve already done the deed!
“Ok,” she sighs, making my dick stir. How is it that everything this woman does makes me hard?! “Um… How about this one. Are you ready for it?” As she watches me, she brings her hand up to her nipples and starts teasing them, making them pebble with excitement.
“Shoot, princess,” I growl, doing my damndest to not take her right now.
“How many more times do you think you can make me come before we pass out from pure exhaustion?” When she grins at me and pinches her nipple I lose all willpower.
That’s all the invitation I need.
“Let’s start keeping track then, shall we?” I growl, slamming my lips to hers and rolling her over. “Goddammit, so beautiful.”
The next morning I wake with the sun. We forgot to close the curtains last night and our room is facing the east, directly in line with the sunrise. No need for a wake up call when you’re blinded the minute your eyes try to crack open.
“Fuck,” I groan, stretching out. Last night was intense. I’ve never done something as reckless as this, but I’ve also never felt as free as I did last night. I had no worries, which is weird considering I stayed the night in a hotel room with a stranger and we fucked each other’s brains out. God, he’s so fucking good. Not like anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’ve always played it safe with men in my life. The nice guys… well they always finish first. Not Max. But then again, something tells me that Max isn’t a ‘nice guy’. I’m not usually a stereotypical person, but something about the tattoos and the secret texts and phone calls throughout the night, tell me he’s hiding something. Not that I should care. I have no claim to the mysterious man I shared a bed with last night. Not that I want one either. Hell, I know nothing about him.
But then there’s that nagging guilt that I really want to know more about him and I shouldn’t.
I need to stick to what I know. Clothes, purses, and friends. Guys aren’t really on my radar right now anyway. Not with the move coming up.
My phone dings and I stretch out to grab it, noticing the room is quiet and Max isn’t anywhere to be found.
Interesting. Maybe he’s in the shower.
I unlock my phone to see a few messages from friends, but one from a number I don’t have saved.
Had a great time. Will never forget it.
What the fuck? I sit up and look around the room and that’s when it hits me.
He’s gone.
The lights are all off, the bathrooms… both of them… empty.
His bag is gone.
He’s gone.
“Well shit,” I whisper to the empty room. “Wow.” I start to chuckle to myself, then it turns into a full-blown laugh.
He fucking left while I was sleeping. Who the hell does that?
Maxwell Holzer. That’s who.
And as much as I want to laugh this off… it stings a little.
Ok, it stings a lot.
I guess that’s all this really was; a good time. A one-night stand that gave me the best orgasms I’ve ever received. And now he’s gone… just like the snowstorm outside. All I’m left with is a cold box of Pizza and a cab fare.
Well, at least there’s that.
Groaning, I walk over to the coffee maker and make myself a tiny, hotel-sized cup of coffee. I’ll never understand why these places only give you enough for one damn cup. I need at the very least three to get me moving in the morning.
I take my cup over to the window and stare at the winter wonderland that’s graced us with its presence last night and roll my eyes.
Sure, I’m going to Colorado to go skiing, but that’s different than having to deal with it on a daily basis. Trudging to work in this shit is annoying. At least on vacation I can use it properly and not curse the white fluff every time I step outside.
The city is really beautiful covered in white, but I know all too well in a day or so it’ll start turning to mush on the roads, the white untouched lawns will be ruined by footprints and sleds.
Nothing stays just perfect for too long. I’ve learned that in my twenty-seven years on this earth. My failure of a mother taught me that by the time I was five. She was in and out of rehab most of my life. Drugs never left her mind. I was always second or third to her most recent kick. Most of the time it was prescription
shit, but I remember the smell of weed like it was a normal household smell.
She died when I was nine.
Nine years old and I had to bury my mom in the cold, hard, snowy ground because she couldn’t just walk away from the drugs that took over her life. Nine years old and left with a police chief father in one of the most dangerous cities in the USA. I was convinced I’d be an orphan before I hit eighteen.
That’s not the case, though. I guess God had better plans for my dad than to become another statistic ‘cop shot and killed’ news story. He was there for my first prom (which also happened to be my last). He watched me graduate high school with honors. He helped move me out of the house for a college he didn’t agree with. He has supported all of my decisions in life so far, even if he hasn’t fully agreed with them. I think my ‘creative ways’, as he puts it, scares him I’m going to fall back in with the type of crowd he sheltered me from in high school. The type of kids that go to school high on a normal day and drop ecstasy on the weekends weren’t really the ones he wanted to see his only daughter hang around. He’s a firm believer that addiction runs in the bloodline, but I’m determined to prove him wrong.
The move to Oklahoma, though scary as hell, is something that’s needed. My vision for this boutique would never be able to grow in Chicago. That, and I just need to get away from my dad. I love him, I do, but ever since I moved back home after college he’s been treating me like I’m back in high school. With just twelve miles between our houses I really never got a break from his constant hovering. Sure, I’ll be living with my Nana, but at least she’ll treat me like a damn adult.
My father still hasn’t accepted the fact that I’m almost thirty. Maybe he still holds fears that he’s going to lose me, but I hope that me moving away will make us closer in the long run. Living so close to him wasn’t good for either of us.
After showering and collecting all of my things, grinning as I stuff the pink dildo back in my bag, I take one last look at my view from this amazing hotel room, store last night’s memories into my bean bank, and make my way to the curb to hail a taxi. Thank God I learned young the trick of hailing a taxi in downtown Chicago, or I’d have been standing out in the snow too long. Luckily I managed to rope the first one I saw and am now standing in line in the airport cattle line again.
