by Adrian Stark
“Blind up, thank you.” He nipped at my ear lobe, and I shuddered. A black privacy screen rose up between us and the driver's seat. “No one gets to see you like this but me.” His free hand tilted my face up to meet his and our lips met roughly. The hand in my underwear moved in tight little circles over my clit, making me tremble with need. My hands scrambled on the leather seats and came up to form fists in Andrew’s hair. Andrew pulled back to groan, and I pulled experimentally, reveling in the low growl I got for my efforts.
We tripped our way through the lobby and into an elevator, Andrew pushing me up against the wall the second the door closed behind us.
“Wanted to do this ever since that night on the boat.” His voice was hoarse from kissing me and he reached down to hike my legs around his waist, pressing me hard against the wood. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you writhing as I fucked you. God, you were so hot; I couldn’t look away.” He pressed a kiss to my neck, laying into the spot with his teeth and tongue until I was gasping, arching off the wall, trying to get closer.
“Thought about it too,” I panted, pulling his head up. His lips were swollen and red, and I swiped my tongue along his bottom lip. “Thought about your hands on me, your cock in my pussy, in mouth — fuck. Need it in my mouth.”
The elevator dinged it’s arrival at Andrew’s floor, and he lowered me back to the floor. My legs felt weak and I laughed breathlessly as Andrew took my hand, placing a tender kiss to my palm before leading me down the corridor.
Part of me knew this was probably a bad idea. Nothing had changed. I was still Andrew and me. The only thing that had changed was that we were too drunk to care. I didn’t care if tomorrow brought nothing but heartbreak, I wanted him. And I was too tired, too turned on to ignore that anymore.
The door to Andrew’s room slammed open, and I found myself pushed against it, Andrew trailing kisses down my neck and over my collar bones.
“You really like throwing me up against stuff,” I mused with a moan, trailing one hand down the hard planes of his chest to rest at the button of his pants. Andrew hissed, resting his head at my collar and panting harshly.
“You-you bring it out in me,” he replied, flashing me a sly smile.
My head was beginning to clear, intoxication replaced with a different kind of high. I smiled and slipped out from between his arms, turning us in place and pressing him back against the door. My fingers toyed with his fly, and I looked up at him coyly.
“May I?” The blush was back and his head hit the wooden door with a soft thump.
“Please,” he rasped out. I giggled, taking a step back to shimmy the dress down my body, drunk on the way Andrew’s eyes ghosted over every bit of new skin as the fabric pooled around my feet.
I dropped to my knees, pulling at his pants and underwear until, finally, his cock was exposed. My mouth watered and I licked a stripe from the base to the tip, savoring the heavyweight on my tongue.
“Fuck, Josie.” Andrew was panting, hands twisting into my hair and pulling, guiding my head to the tip of his cock. I let my tongue loll out, trailing across the salty skin before taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue over it.
Andrew’s hands in my hair tightened almost painfully, sending little shocks of pain and pleasure tingling through me, and I groaned around his cock, sinking further down until the head hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around it eagerly, eyes rolling back as a taste of precum permeated my senses.
My jaw ached from being open so wide and my knees hurt from kneeling on the floor, but the sounds Andrew was making, little gasps and bitten off curses, was worth the slight discomfort. Heat pooled in my belly and I reached a hand into my soaking panties to rub my clit with a whimper.
A hand pulled me up, and I slid Andrew’s cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. He kissed me sweetly, tongue brushing against mine. He was the first guy to ever kiss me after I’d gone down on him. It was cute.
“Want to be inside of you,” he growled, backing me up toward the bed on the other side of the room.
I slipped out of my underwear and reclined back on the bed as Andrew unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest to my hungry eyes. I was already giddy with want and, when we were finally both naked, I lay back with parted legs.
Andrew slid between my thighs like he belonged there, immediately pressing a kiss to one thigh as his finger traced my clit in featherlight circles. It traced down to my opening and sank into me slowly. I tensed, legs spasming and trying to close, but Andrew only pushed my legs further apart —held in place by strong hands as he fingered me at an angle that made me whimper.
“You doing okay?” he rasped, peppering kisses to my thigh and hip bone, biting at the bone gently. I laughed.
“Fucking fantastic.” I wiggled my hips, trying to drive his finger further inside.
“Another one?” I nodded vigorously pulling my legs as wide as they would go to give him better access.
“Please.” It came out as a whine and Andrew sent me a truly beautiful smile and leaned up to kiss me thoroughly, leaving me panting.
“Okay, baby.” Another finger joined the first and the stretch made me arch forward with a cry. I felt like I was floating and reached for something to ground me, finding it on Andrew’s shoulders.
“Fuck, fuck, Andrew, please.”
“Please, what?” he replied cockily, starting to scissor his fingers apart inside me. I keened, fingernails digging into the skin of his back.
“More,” I insisted. “More Andrew, please. Fuck me.” His fingers withdrew and I mewled at a loss. He leaned over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a small sachet of lube which he tossed onto the bed, and a condom.
“Expecting company?” I joked, panting. He rolled the condom over his dick, pumping it a few times, and winked at me cheekily.
“I can dream?” he quipped, retaking his position between my spread thighs and pouring the lube down his cock. I bit my lip.
At the first touch of his cock, I keened — knowing what came next. He sank in slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he filled me. The pressure was too much; I felt like an exposed nerve, twitching with every movement. The air was heavy and thick, and I felt delirious with pleasure.
“You feel so good,” Andrew whispered against my shoulder, smoothing his lips across my heated skin, “so warm and tight; fuck, it’s like you’re sucking me in.” I whimpered again, unable to speak, and Andrew kissed my shoulder again, my neck, my ear — never stopping as his cock pulsed inside me.
“Feel so good,” I moaned, shifting my hips to meet his lazy thrusts. “So full — God, Andrew.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside my aching pussy. Then, he snapped his hips forward again driving me into the mattress. I screamed, raking my nails down his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax as he pounded me.
I couldn’t stop moaning, every thrust pulling another sound from my throat; I could feel my orgasm building in a white heat, and I bared down, clenching around Andrew’s cock, swallowing his moans with desperate kisses.
“I’m gonna come.” I breathed into the nonexistent space between us. Andrew surged back in for another kiss, placing his hands under my thighs and lifting me half of the mattress. The change in the angle made me writhe against the bed, shaking my head from side to side as too many sensations assaulted me at once. Andrew’s labored breathing gave way to grunts as his thrusts grew more and more erratic. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking the bud between his teeth to nibble at it and I came with a cry, spasming on the bed as my orgasm washed over me. Andrew thrust once, twice, and came with a shout.
“Fuck,” I gasped, still shaking from the aftershocks. Andrew rolled to one side and collapsed beside me on the bed, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.
Suddenly, I didn’t know what to do. I should go back to my own room. He was engaged. We were drunk. My finger tightened on the bedsheets between us and Andrew noticed, uncur
ling my fingers from the fabric and holding them delicately between his own.
“You can stay here tonight if you want.” My heart sank. I bit my lip and he reached up to pull it gently from between my teeth. “What I mean is,” he murmured, kissing me softly, “I’d like you to stay.”
8
Morning came quickly, and I half expected Josie to be gone, like she was the last time we’d had sex but, when I rolled over, she was still sound asleep — hair splayed across the pillow shimmering like gold. She was beautiful. I leaned over to press a kiss into her hair, heart thudding, when she turned into the touch with a smile. I got up to phone down for room service before climbing back into bed, reveling in the warmth. I was almost asleep again, hand curled into Josie’s hair, when she opened her eyes and blinked up at me.
“Good morning,” I said softly, not wanting to ruin the blissful stillness of the room. Josie's eyes widened and I frowned. I hope she doesn’t regret last night.
“Good morning.” She sounded uncertain. I had to show her that I wanted her here. I wanted to wake up every day with her like this: soft and pliant from sleep.
“I ordered breakfast.” There was a knock on the door, and I thanked the young waiter for the trays, giving him a big tip before closing the door and bringing the plates of toast and fruit back over to the bed.
Josie pulled herself upright, and I passed her a slice of toast, pressing another kiss to her temple. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. All the uneasiness I usually felt around other people had melted away, replaced by the intense want to show her how much she meant to me.
“So,” I said carefully, taking a bite from my toast and grinning back at her, “last night was fun.” There was a moment of stunned silence before Josie started laughing, head bent and hands covering her mouth. The sound of it made me not want to hear anything else but that ever again.
“Sorry,” she said between breaths, “I didn’t expect you to say that.” She wiped at her eyes, finally seeming to relax. “Yes, you could say that. I have no idea how you put up with shits like Raoul. You don’t get paid enough to be around that asshole.”
“Which is saying something,” I said, grinning at the new wave of laughter that she unleashed.
We continued eating in comfortable silence, watching the sun as it streamed through the windows. We’d forgotten to close the blinds last night. Jealousy flared in my chest at the thought of the people in the opposite building watching them have sex. I’d never felt this way about anyone before — like I would do anything in the world to keep them safe and happy.
“Josie?” Josie paused, mouth full of fruit, and tilted her head at me. I felt a rush of affection as I watched her swallow bashfully. I had to tell her how I felt. “I just wanted to say that … as unexpected as it was I — last night was amazing.” Josie blushed and ducked her head, letting her hair fall between us like a curtain.
“It was amazing for me too,” she whispered. My whole body swelled with joy, so much so that I thought I might fly off the bed. I moved toward her and tilted her face back up to mine.
“Then… can I kiss you again?” She nodded slowly, in a daze, and I pressed my lips to hers. There was no urgency, no desperate need to drive me — just an overwhelming feeling that this was right. Josie was soft and warm in my arms and she took my face in her hands, swiping her thumb across my cheekbone lazily. She pushed me back and straddled my lap, fingers moving up and over my back, sending pleasant shivers up and down my spine.
Then my phone rang. I groaned but reached for it. Seeing Christine’s number on the display, I shook my head and pressed answer.
“Do you know how early it is?” I said, giving the skin of Josie’s neck a quick nip and smiling at her giggle.
“Andrew, the press got pictures of last night.” She sounded tired, like she’d already been up for hours. My blood ran cold. “‘Last night saw Andrew Wright leaving a business ball at La Casa de la Seda. Who is this mystery woman on the arm of what was once one of America’s most eligible bachelors?’”
I swallowed hard. All I could hear was my father’s voice echoing through my mind: “You will stay well out of the way until I get this sorted out. I will not see everything I have built come to ruin because my only son thinks he can do whatever he wants.”
If this gets out, I’ll never escape the press. They’ll find out all about the ProviderLives case and MaryAnn’s father will never do business with us again. I glanced at Josie. Her eyes were wide with worry and she was biting her lip again. I didn’t have time to reassure her. I quickly got to my feet, stooping for my pants and trousers.
“Christine, what do we do?”
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