by Lola Darling
Thinking about the man I just met.
I know nothing about him. Yet he intrigued me, turned me on and made me feel outside of myself.
“You forgot this.”
I turn. Andrew holds my scarf in one hand. It must have fallen out of my purse.
“Oh, thanks,” I stumble, surprised to see him. I reach for it, but he pulls it back, then catches my wrist.
“One more drink.” His low tone is a demand.
My nipples pucker. I know what will happen if I agree. It’s foolish and risky and simply bad judgement to let him take me upstairs. I’m not that girl. Even if, maybe, I wanted to be. For one night, with him.
“Andrew, I really have to go—”
“Then at least let me say goodbye first.”
His hands cup my face, pulling me into him as his lips crash onto mine. My breasts press against his hard chest, my hips sinking into his and the clash of our bodies electrifies my thoughts.
All I want is him. This.
I pull away, breathless yet panting. “One drink,” I agree.
We both know it’s a lie.
Chapter Three
You can be anyone in a hotel.
The moment you walk inside, you can choose to be yourself, or, if you’re daring, play out a fantasy you’ve kept tucked away. Whenever I’m inside The Drake or an equally luxe location, I get a haughty rise inside that says, yes, I belong to this wealth, this luxury, even when I clearly don’t. The inner fantasy that I’m born to this lavish lifestyle takes hold of me. For that burning moment, I’m not Juliet Evans. I’m someone important; glamorous.
Now, as I step back through the gleaming doors, I’m transported into a new kind of fantasy, something sexier than I’ve ever dreamed. Andrew holds my hand, leading me across the lobby. My mind begins to race with a hundred questions and doubts and possible outcomes of this evening.
I have to slash them down with a mental machete, because if I don’t, I’ll be overwhelmed and call this off before the adventure even begins.
It’s just one drink, I tell myself. That’s what he’s offered, and that’s all I have to accept. Alcohol may be a nice gift wrap for sex, but I’m only taking Andrew at face value, so a drink is, indeed… a drink. I haven’t promised anything else, and he hasn’t asked.
Yeah right. He hadn’t asked for those kisses, either.
I notice people glancing our way as we walk. Andrew nods toward the right. “This way.” He begins to lead me out of the lobby to a private hallway where the elevators are located. I notice the wide staircase just before the hall. The elegant royal blue carpeting and golden rails make me pause.
“Princess Diana walked those stairs, you know,” I comment. Royalty and celebrity have wandered the space of this building, another aspect of the history of spaces that’s always intrigued me.
“I know.” Andrew smiles. “We’ll take them up if you like, catch the next elevator.”
With his hand on my back, we move to the staircase, and as I grasp the brass rail in my hand, I feel like royalty myself. Sure, it’s silly, but I’m all dressed up in a beautiful dress, with a gorgeous man on my arm.
“Hey, man—” Someone calls out in Andrew’s direction, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his pace increases and I have the sudden thought that there is more to Andrew than I can gather on the surface. Obviously, he’s wealthy and poised, but who is he really?
Whoever he wants to be. I remember my own stories, and smile. We’re both playing the same game here. Becoming someone else, just for the night.
There is no wait at the elevators, and we step in, alone. As the carriage makes a soft jolt upwards, so does my pulse. I turn toward him, and look him over slowly, thoroughly.
Andrew seems amused. “Like what you see?” He is standing with his back to the wall, his hands in his pockets, but he gives me a sideways glance and his mouth softens.
I’m still playing a part here, but not for any assignment. This is all for me.
“Yes,” I admit. “Very much.”
He steps toward me and trails a finger along the V neck of my dress. I startle at the sudden contact, but easily relax into to the path of heat he’s making with his touch. Caressing the swell of my breast, his fingers skim lightly over the silky fabric, his eyes locked on mine. I concentrate on my breathing as he makes lazy work of tracing up and over the other breast, to my collarbone… the side of my neck. A light humming starts in my head as anticipation coils inside me.
God, this man is sexy.
Controlled in a way I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing. Any other guy would be groping me by now, sloppy and rough, but Andrew stays a step back, watching my reaction to his touch.
The elevator slows to a stop. And finally, when my whole body is on fire, he slides his hand around the back of my neck, cupping me possessively. Anticipating his kiss, I sway towards him, my heart racing—
Ding!
The doors open with a bell. Andrew drops his hand and steps back. Disappointment crashes through me. “After you,” he says, and motions me to go in front of him.
My legs are weak, but I manage to step out of the elevator. Across a short hall, Andrew pulls a card from his wallet, and slides it into the lock.
The door clicks open, and I follow him inside.
Wow.
I stop dead in the foyer. Yes, foyer – this isn’t just a room, it’s a whole suite. The wide entryway opens into a lavish sitting room, decorated in varying hues of cream and blue. Windows framed with golden draperies line the wall, and a crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, glittering off the marble and gilt edging. “Is this molding original?” I gasp, moving further inside to take a closer look. I trace my hand over the walls, amazed. “This is beautiful!”
When I turn back to Andrew, he’s watching me curiously. “You like architecture?” he asks.
“I love it. Especially old buildings like this. You get such a sense of the history, I love imagining all the people who’ve been here before, what they did. All the stories must be incredible…” I trail off, remembering those days admiring architecture with my dad and trying not to. Because right now, I just want to enjoy this.
Andrew moves closer. Wordlessly, he takes my jacket and clutch, and sets them on an antique side table that probably cost more than my car.
“Are you staying here long?” I blurt again, unnerved by the heat in his eyes. “If you like classic architecture, there are a bunch of places in town you could—”
He silences me with a kiss, slow and hot.
Damn.
He steps into me, his mouth finding the curve of my neck. I run my hands up his arms, over the bulge of biceps to the strong line of his shoulders. He drops small kisses along the length of my throat. Grasping the lapel of his suit coat, I pull it over his shoulders and down. His arms drop to shed the garment, his hands immediately coming back to me, cupping the back of my head in one hand, his other arm going around my waist.
I thread my fingers into his hair as his lips find my earlobe. With a gasp, I sink into the pleasure of him nipping at the tender flesh. His hair is thick and silky, sliding between my fingers before I grab light handfuls.
He takes a step forward, urging me back and we start a fluid dance, him walking me backward as his lips find mine again, and I fumble for the buttons on his shirt. I can barely breathe through the wicked assault of his kiss. Consumed by the heat of his mouth, I feel as if I’m falling, but Andrew holds me tightly.
Suddenly, he breaks away, and spins me to face away from him as he steps up close behind me. The hard ridge of his erection presses into my ass, making me gasp. I sink back against him as his hands rove over my stomach and chest, teasing at the stiff peaks of my nipples.
Instinctively, I press back, wanting more of that long, hard length against me. A low growl in my ear, a word, maybe. I can’t think straight. His hand moves over my throat, closing around it in a light caress. My pussy throbs at this dominant move and I resist the urge to c
lench my legs, knowing it will only make the need worse.
He kisses behind my ear. “This is when you tell me you don’t do this sort of thing.”
I can’t help but smile. I don’t, but he doesn’t need to know that. “I don’t… often.”
He pinches my nipple through the silky fabric of my dress. Sensation flares to life. His thumb is caressing my chin and jaw, tracing the curve of my mouth, and I want so badly to turn around. I don’t try, because the blend of his hardness against my curves is too perfect.
“You know,” I whisper, desperate to hang onto some thread of control. “This is when you tell me no one is waiting at home for you.”
“No one is ever waiting for me.”
There’s a hollow note in his voice that makes me want to turn, to kiss his lips again, but Andrew keeps me pinned against him. I feel a knot in my chest. I don’t want to know any more, though the urge to soothe him makes me want to touch his face, gently run my palm down his jaw. Instead, I, slide my hands down his thighs, the smooth rustle of expensive fabric teasing my touch as I reach back between us for his hard cock. I find the bulge and gently stroke it with my knuckles. He grinds against me, and the intimate warmth of him draws a primal need from me, so strong, so demanding that my knees go weak.
The other woman that lives inside me, the one who fantasizes about doing wicked things on elegant sheets, is taking over.
“Andrew.” I whisper his name, running my palm down the length of his cock—eager to rip open his pants and take him in my hand. I attempt to turn, but he stops me, walking me forward a few steps until my hands press against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows. Lights from the skyline sparkle, little square windows from the skyscrapers around us staring like bright, voyeuristic eyes.
“Keep your hands on the glass.” He slips a hand down into the neckline of my dress, pushing aside the bra cup to fondle my bare breast. “Tonight, your breasts, your ass, your pussy, belong to me.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers as his other hand lifts the hem of my skirt high over my hip. “Do you agree?”
Gasping for a breath, I nod.
“Good girl.” He grips the waistband of my panties and tugs them upward, so the fabric pulls tight against my aching clit. A moan escapes my lips at the pressure. The newness of his touch and the unfamiliar feel of his body, his smell and taste give me equal apprehension and thrill. Yet, as he eases the panties back down, the shyness I thought I’d feel doesn’t come.
Tonight, I’m somebody else.
Andrew lets out an appreciative groan as he cups my breasts in turn, kneading the soft flesh with worshipful measure. His other hand draws a trail around to my ass where he caresses my ass cheek, then delivers a gentle, firm slap.
I jerk at the sound of his palm on my flesh, the slight sting nothing compared to the flame of pleasure that bolts right through my pussy.
In one move, he yanks my dress open. A rush of cool air assaults my bare skin as the silk falls to the floor.
“Ever since you walked into the bar, I wanted to see you like this.”
I try to twist, to look back at the lust in his eyes, but Andrew takes my hands and places them firmly on the glass. “No moving,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the back of my neck. He unhooks my bra, and my breasts spill into his hands.
God. I let out a moan, and he’s suddenly touching me everywhere, his hands exploring the curves, dips and rises of my body. I moan when he strokes up my inner thigh, and step my legs apart in an invitation I can’t control. My body knows what it wants—I’m powerless, bending to my lust’s will. Submitting to him, just as he said I would.
He spins me, and I gasp as my back presses against the cool glass. He grabs my panties again, strips them halfway down this time, and pauses. “I hope these aren’t your favorite,” he smirks, and I know he’s going to rip them before he does, the sharp cut of fabric into my skin like a devil’s kiss.
My heart flips as he drops to his knees. I look down my body, realizing fully that I’m naked save for the pearl teardrop necklace that rests between my breasts and my gold heels.
“Wider.” He nudges my thighs farther apart. I’m tight with anticipation and completely unprepared as he gently parts my pussy lips and runs his tongue flat over my clit. Pleasure slams into me, leaving me gasping. There is no reprieve, no adjustment period as he presses closer to me and works my pussy with his mouth. His teeth graze my tender flesh as his tongue flicks and strokes my clit. I nearly lose my balance and brace myself with one hand behind me on the window. The other winds into his hair, holding him between my legs as he loves me with that wicked mouth.
His fingers tighten around my hips in response. “You taste so fucking good. Jesus.”
I’m mumbling something as I start to lose myself in the build of sweet, demanding pressure. It’s chasing me and with each swirl and stroke of his tongue, it runs faster… getting closer.
I realize I’m panting, please, please, please, and I’m torn between giving in to the release he’s offering, and making it stop. The intensity is out of control. I’m out of control as I thrash against the glass and hold him to me with desperate need. It’s scary, exhilarating, and I need it to end… I need him to make it stop, to make it better, to push me over.
To set me free.
Suddenly, he plunges two fingers up inside me, and thrusts them hard. The thick movement jacks the pleasure higher until I know I’m going to implode. Two thrusts, three and my body tenses, every nerve alive and waiting until my orgasm slams through me in a rush of pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moan, and it’s so intense I try to pull away.
But Andrew doesn’t stop, he just presses me harder against the window to steady me as he works me through it, his lips and tongue flicking my tender clit and drawing out the ecstasy. Holy shit. It’s so good, I’m sure I’m going to pass out.
But suddenly, I’m in his arms. Andrew lifts me like I’m nothing, and walks slowly toward the bed, laying me down against the pillows. He begins to undress, those long fingers that had just given me so much pleasure working his buttons free. He sheds his shirt, revealing the strong, cut lines of his body. Damn, he’s ripped. Consumed with the need to touch him, I sit and reach for him but he stops me before I can get my hands on his body.
“Want to touch me, beautiful?”
“God, yes.”
He’s a work of art: his chest, his abs, and lower still… He releases his belt and pulls it free, meeting my gaze with a smoldering stare as he unfastens his pants and leaves them open.
“Your turn, sweetheart. Tell me how much you loved the way I made you come.”
I’m already on my knees, finding balance on the soft mattress as he stands before me. “I’d rather show you.” The sound of his zipper accompanies my words as I work it down. Fuck quid pro quo, I would happily do this just for the pleasure of touching his amazing body. The outline of his cock against white briefs makes my mouth actually water.
His hands slide into my hair, massaging my scalp and threading the strands between his fingers.
He pulls my hair with a sweet tug. “Suck me off, Julie. I want to feel that lush mouth of yours take me all the way in.”
I free him. He’s huge in my hand, thick and long and I’m momentarily stunned by his size. A bead of moisture glistens at his crown as I bring him to my lips. I swirl it with my tongue, relishing the intimacy as I take him into my mouth. Andrew groans, and the sound makes me even hotter. I want to drive him over the edge, show him just what he’s doing to me.
I run my tongue along the length of him, teasing at the tip before I take him all the way down. Finding a rhythm, my hand slips inside his pants to cup his balls. He inhales sharply. When I glance up, his eyes are clenched tight, his lower lip between his teeth.
His eyes flutter open and he sees me watching him. I pull back again, drawing him slowly out of my mouth, before swirling my tongue over his head, teasing him until he breaks.
“Enough fucking around,” A
ndrew growls. He yanks me off the bed and bends me over it, my elbows braced against the mattress. He lands another spank on my ass, then grips it possessively. “Damn, I need to feel that tight pussy milking me dry. Are you ready, sweetheart?” he demands.
My pussy clenches in answer. “Yes,” I gasp. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.
I hear the sound of a condom packet being ripped open, then his hands are on me again, sliding over my ass and delving down between my trembling thighs. He strokes over my clit until I’m moaning. Then I feel him, nudging against me with his huge cock.
I expect him to be rough, possessive, but instead, he thrusts into me inch by thick, delicious inch.
Yes.
I groan, amazed at how deep he’s surging, how he’s filling me all the way up.
Andrew braces himself over me, his breathing ragged in my ear. “Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I clench around him in answer, using my inner muscles to squeeze his cock.
Andrew curses, then pulls out before slamming hard back into me.
I let out a cry of pleasure, and rock back to meet his thrust.
“Brace yourself, baby,” he demands. “I won’t go slow.”
I grab the sheets as he pounds into me again, so deep. So good. Increasing his pace, Andrew works me with long draws and fast thrusts, his girth rubbing my walls with exquisite sensation. Another orgasm starts to build and I don’t try to fight it this time.
“Yes!” Gripping the bed sheets, I’m lost to the tornado building deep between my thighs. “God, more, please!”
“As you command.”
I feel my cheeks part, and then his finger is there, delving, teasing at my ass. Holy shit! I’m too caught up in the incredible thrust of his cock to protest; the sensations all mingle in one incredible wave of pleasure.
“Come for me,” he orders, pounding deep inside me again. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
Slowly, his finger presses inside my ass as he thrusts. The dual sensation sends me over, the orgasm pulsing and pulling me toward mindless oblivion. His finger sinks deep as he rides me, his cock swelling, stretching me more.
