Don't Close Your Eyes

by Hilary Storm

  I listen to the entire song while he watches my every move. I can feel him adjust in his seat a few times while the music moves me. The pressure of his body leaning on mine gives me hope for what's to come.

  When the song finishes, I don't really know how to react, so I begin to scroll again. The sexual tension is so damn tight right now I can hardly breathe and I know he feels it, too.

  "What hotel are you staying at?" His whisper in my ear sends a chill straight through to my core.

  "Downtown Marriott." My breathy answer proves to him that I'm game for anything. He hasn't pulled away from my face since whispering in my ear. I let my eyes move up his chest, over his lips and to his eyes. His close proximity has me holding my breath for sure. His eyes begin to move over my features right before he sits back in his seat. He's still leaning in my direction, but not right in my face so I can finally take a much needed breath of air.

  The rest of the flight seems to go extremely fast and it isn't long before we land. I spend the remainder of the time contemplating what I'm about to do. It's been almost a year since James passed, but I still really miss him. I think knowing that this will be nothing more than a one-time hookup will work for me. Anything more than that and I know I'll have a hard time.

  There really isn't any further conversation between us until I step into the airport. "I'll help you with your luggage and then we can get a cab to your hotel room." He stands right behind me while we are waiting for the luggage to arrive. I'm talking right behind me and I'm guessing it's to hide the bulge that I can feel against my ass. Shit, it's been a long time and I want to do this. I refuse to let myself begin to think about my past and reasons why this shouldn't happen.

  Chapter Three

  He carries all the luggage except one small bag and I'm not going to lie, it's nice to travel with someone. I slide into the back seat of the cab, scooting all the way over and he follows me, moving so that he's right up against my side. His hand slides across my knee and up my leg once the driver begins to move. The tingle of feeling someone touch me again has me shifting in my seat. He works his way up my leg and then between my legs. Why didn't I wear a skirt today?

  He continues to move his hand all over until he eventually puts one arm behind me, pulling me in close. His fingers brush over my breast and I lean into his touch. I let my hand travel up his leg and over his bulging erection that is more than ready for attention, trying to stay under the radar of the cab driver noticing what's going on. I put extra pressure in my touch when I move across him one last time. I know I’m probably playing with fire, but I’ve realized I really want this right now.

  "I'm going to fuck you the second we close the door to your room." Damn. The way he exhales when he talks in my ear has me nearly straddling him right here in public.

  I manage to get checked in very quickly and the ride up the elevator seems to take forever. Apparently everyone is trying to go up at once and this car is packed tight. Standing this close to him has me even more eager to get into my room.

  My fingers can't get the door open fast enough with his hands on my ass. The door slams open as we bust through it and begin to race for each other's zippers. My body is hyperaware of every single touch from him. I'm on fire and ready to ignite. There’s not a doubt in my mind that my first orgasm will come quickly. His hand moves from my jeans to my hair, where he grabs a handful. Pulling my hair into his grip and tugging it gets my attention real quick.

  "This is going to be hard and fast. If you can't handle that, don't let this go any further." That should scare me, or at least make me doubt this entire situation, but it doesn't. Actually that's exactly what I need this to be. Zero emotions and just a hard fuck that is nothing more than exactly that.

  "The harder the better." His grip tightens just slightly and my hair is deliciously, yet painfully being pulled away from my scalp. I meet his eyes and don't let his stare intimidate me from staring back. "You gonna' fuck me or just stare into my eyes?"

  "Strip. Now." He drops my hair and leans back against the wall to watch my every move. My clothes seem to be working against me, but I refuse to lose the battle. I need this so badly.

  "Get on the bed on all fours." His voice is very deep and there isn't any emotion coming through his words. I climb onto the bed and look over my shoulder at him to see if I can catch the smallest glimpse of what he’s doing.

  "Turn around. Face down." My heart actually skips a beat and the hitch in my breath escapes loudly throughout the room.

  "Spread your legs a little further. I want to see everything." I can feel his eyes on me, traveling over my entire body, like a kiss tickling my skin. I obey his every command and look forward to the next.

  "Back that beautiful ass up to the edge." I move slowly and calculate the angle as I move back in hopes of him meeting me there. He doesn't disappoint me when his hands meet me and begin to travel between my legs, spreading my wetness all over. His fingers enter me and the feeling of sexual hunger overtakes my emotions. The magical way he rotates and moves his fingers has me near climax very quickly.

  As soon as I moan he removes his hand, leaving me completely empty and vulnerable as I wait for him to attack again. I feel his breath between my legs and begin to sway, begging for contact. He blows slowly, tickling every bit of my aching clit. My inner muscles begin to clench with the anticipation of being filled with him. I let my brain begin to beg him. Please touch me. I need to be touched. Please, hurry.

  The touch of his hands as he spreads them open over each of my ass cheeks sends chills all over my body. His hands roam up my back then back down again. He spends more time moving over my backside and I hear the sound of clothes rustling and a condom wrapper tearing. He removes his hands from me again.

  My patience is being tested and I'm honestly not sure I can take much more of this. He finally brings his hips up to mine and I feel his very large erection as he rubs it all over my slit. His fingers make my skin tingle all the way up my back until he grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking my head up off the bed.

  The pleasure-pain radiates through my entire being and the level of my awaiting orgasm has just been heightened beyond any level I can remember. I'm so damn hungry for this.

  His first thrust is fast and deep, just as he warned. His cock fills me completely and he pauses just long enough for me to adjust before he pulls back only to slam forward immediately. He pulls my hair even harder and uses his other hand to grab onto my shoulder, using it for leverage for the fuck he promised. Damn, this angle has him so deep inside of me that I'm ready to go on the third time he thrusts forward.

  He continues to slam into me over and over, not slowing in the slightest when I scream through the hardest orgasm of my life. He shows no mercy and this is everything I’d hoped it would be. Meaningless and mind-blowing sex with a stranger is exactly what I need. It isn't until I feel the burn of his release that I feel completely satisfied.

  My body collapses on the bed when he releases my hair and shoulder. He doesn't follow me onto the bed and I get irritated with myself that it bothers me. James would’ve wrapped me up in his arms until I fell asleep. The feeling of guilt begins to rush through my mind. How could I be so disrespectful to him by fucking someone I don't even know? The worst part of it all? How the stranger made me feel.

  I hear him putting his clothes on and decide to move so that my nakedness is covered. Shame will make you hide under the covers very quickly.

  "Livi. I have to go." I refuse to acknowledge that he’s really pulling the wham-bam-thank-ya- ma'am on me. I can hear his movements in the room for a couple of minutes before the sound of the door opening startles me.

  "I really did have a great time today. Livi, take care of yourself." And with that, he closes the door behind him and walks out of my hotel room. This makes me feel like a slut and it disturbs me that although I'm mostly ashamed of it, a part of me actually enjoyed it.

  Chapter Four

  There are author events going on this
evening and I really don't want to leave my hotel room. This trip is supposed to be about me reaching out to fellow authors and meeting some people similar to me, but in this moment I don't care to see anyone. I need to work through some of this guilt so I'm doing what I do best when I need to release. Writing has become my escape and a chance to get away from reality. Somehow in the escape, I find a way to deal with the emotions I'm facing. This usually happens when I write in a character that goes through something similar. I've written over five thousand words since he left.

  This new character is a whore who goes around having sex with anything that will look her way. Right now, the sex scenes are smoking hot and I'm sure I'll eventually come to some realization that deep down she's just a broken girl that needs to find the perfect someone to complete her. But for now, she has sex. Lots of dirty, nasty sex.

  The sound of my phone going off pulls me out of my deep concentration of describing the best sex my character has ever had. I move to check my screen and see a text message from an unknown number, but when I see the message I know it's him.

  Liam: I want to see you again.

  I set the phone down and go right back into my story because I can't deal with him right now. How did he even get my number? He doesn't get to walk out after sex like that and then text me later. The sound of my phone interrupts my thoughts again shortly afterward.

  Liam: Don't even think about ignoring me.

  I think about not responding, but I have a feeling this will go on and on if I don't at least respond with something.

  Olivia: We'll have to get together again someday.

  Liam: Let's choose a time and place now, so I can look forward to it.

  Olivia: I'll get back to you. I'm busy this weekend.

  Liam: Surely you have a little time in your busy schedule.

  Olivia: No, not really.

  Liam: Okay.

  Olivia: How'd you get my number?

  Liam: I called myself from your phone.

  So him walking out on me wasn't a plan to forever avoid the one-night-stand he hooked up with in New York City. He made it so that he could still reach me.

  Olivia: Clever.

  Liam: I'm not an idiot. Now when can I see you again?

  Olivia: I am really busy this weekend, but I can see you back in Houston??

  Liam: That'll have to work I guess.

  His texts have completely distracted my flow of words and I find myself irritated that he's getting to me like this. I actually want to see him again. How do I let my mind wrap around what happened today and get to where he can be in my life back home? Our conversation throughout the day went from me being extremely pissed off to entirely turned on and ready to explode in both scenarios. He has a way of shifting my emotions all over the place and I'm positive every time we see each other it'll be the same.

  I think really hard about my next text and debate whether to even send it but to be honest, I'd like to see him again here before bringing him into my personal space.

  Olivia: You know where I'm staying if you decide it doesn't work.

  Liam: It doesn't work. I'll be by later tonight.

  The meaning behind his last statement is obvious and it actually jumpstarts me into action. I need to shower and go to the dinner while I can still make an appearance, but not before I'm dressed and ready to see him again.

  I make my way into the large dining hall and try to locate anyone that seems friendly. There's a table toward the back of the room with a couple of seats available so I sit and try to fit in. There are four women sitting at the table talking and I begin to listen to them when I hear my name.

  "I just love Olivia's series! She's supposed to be here! I'd love to meet her, but she is such a private person I don't even know what she looks like."

  "We'll get to see her tomorrow during the signing! I'm going to have her sign my Kindle!"

  "I can't wait for her next novel. Can you believe she killed Meagan off in the last book?"

  I enjoy letting them go on and on about my stories, knowing in just a few minutes I'm going to shock the shit out of them. It means a lot to me to hear their true reaction to my series knowing it's genuine. I decide it's time to let them in on my secret.

  "Hi guys! So I hear you ladies are looking to meet Olivia Drake!" They all turn their attention to me and begin to look around the room.

  "Yes, do you see her?"

  "Well, not exactly. I am her!" Watching the shock on their faces and listening to the excitement in their screams startles me. This is my first real life fan-girl moment and I'm just not sure how to take it all in. I smile and watch them until they all finish speaking at once.

  "Oh my God! We are sitting with Olivia Drake! This is so badass!" Finally their excitement settles enough so we can start having actual conversations. I truly enjoy learning about these women. We enjoy dinner and a few drinks before the meet and greet starts to fizzle out. I leave, wishing I had tried to mingle some, but spending quality time with true fans meant a lot to me. Of course, they all promise to come to the signing tomorrow to see me and get my autograph.

  Chapter Five

  On my way up to my hotel room, I start to think about Liam again. I begin to wonder what time he'll come by to see me and find myself hoping it's soon. The wine is making me feel slightly tipsy and horny as hell. The memories of this afternoon begin to surface and the delicious ache of my muscles reminds me just how great the sex was.

  After my short ride up in the elevator, I turn the corner to the hall where my room is located. My eyes travel down the hall to the man leaning up against my door. Damn if he isn't hot as hell. The fact that he's waiting for me excites me beyond words. I choose to get the upper hand when I come face to face with his gorgeous features. I love that he has just the right amount of scruff and lips that I could suck on all night. I dive straight into kissing his lips and splay both of my hands out on the wall beside him, pinning him in.

  His hands remain at his sides during our tongue battle and if it wasn’t for the fact that he's having to lean his head down a little to kiss me, the effort would be all on me. How can he have such discipline when I'm ready to climb his body and go for the ride of my life?

  Our kiss isn't romantic or sensual. It's hungry and carnal, quickly becoming the roughest kiss I've had in my life. I use my teeth to nibble on his bottom lip and start to pull away. We probably should get inside the room very soon if this kiss is any sign of where we're headed.

  His hand stops me from separating us more than a few inches and his intense stare has me frozen in place. I notice our exaggerated breathing mirrors each other by watching the rise and fall of his chest.

  "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

  "Yes." It comes out barely a whisper and I witness my entire body betray me. I shouldn't want him this bad. Hell, I just met him today and now my nipples harden just by the sound of his voice.

  "I can taste the wine on your lips." My chance to respond is minimal and he leans forward to sample the flavor again. The sudden movement of him flipping around me takes me by surprise. Then the pressure of him behind me forces me into the wall so tight that I can feel every ridge in his body.

  "You like it rough, don't you?" I don't know how to answer him. This is all new to me and I've never experienced anything like it. My emotions are so all over the place that I don't want to respond. He runs his hand up my leg and under my dress only to find barely-there panties that are wet as a result of how much I want this.

  "No need to say anything, your panties tell me what I need to know." I whimper when his finger slides between my folds and the heat of his breath hits my ear.

  "Tell me you want this. Tell me you'll submit everything to me again." I nod in approval right before he pulls my mouth to meet his. He invades me with his tongue and he slips his finger covered with my juices into my mouth. I welcome his attack and my mind slips into the chaos of being impatient and hungry for more of his touch. Pulling at my purse to reach for my room card, I
feel his hand move down my neck and into my bra. His other hand is full of my ass once he slides his fingers over my garter strap. I rush to get the card in my hand and start to move us toward the door. Here we are again, shoving on the door faster than I can get it open.

  The room is dark and we don't bother flipping on the lights. He continues to walk me through the room until my legs bump the bed. This time he turns me to face him and begins running his tongue down my neck. The feeling of him traveling between my breasts, leaving a trail of chills, has me ready for anything he wants from me. His hands move up to the V-neck of my dress before he rips the material from my chest. He continues to rip the dress completely off of me and I'm at a complete loss for words. Something like this should really piss me off, but I find it very arousing and I'm looking forward to what he'll do to me next.

  I stand there like a statue while he rains kisses and nibbles all down my torso. He pauses when he reaches my panties and I hear him inhale right between my legs.

  "Mmmm. I love the smell of pussy." Those words would have offended me in any other time, but considering he has me very aroused and ready to sit on his face, I'll take it as a compliment.

  He uses delicate fingers to remove my panties, leaving the garter belt in place and pulling my heels from my achy feet. His demeanor is so different than it was just moments ago and the difference has my curiosity piqued as I wait for his next move.

  He stands up and connects with my lips while he starts removing his own shirt, one button at a time. I help him with his belt and he moves both hands to hold my head, entwining his fingers in my hair in the process. I wait for the tug, but it doesn't come. Our kiss is now passionate, almost like lifelong lovers who have all the time in the world to spend with each other.