by Hazel Kelly
“Tired? How could you be tired when I haven’t been there to wear you out?”
She laughed. “I was apartment hunting today. It was emotionally and physically draining.”
“Any luck?”
“Not today,” she said. “Or tonight, I guess.”
“Oh Ella. It kills me to disappoint you like this at the last minute.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m going to make it up to you. I’m going to make it up to every single inch of you.”
“I just hope I’m not over you by the time you get back,” she joked.
“Oh you’ll be over me,” I said. “All over me. If you think you’re exhausted now, you better rest up.”
Chapter 3: Ella
I couldn’t wait for Monday morning.
I’d never missed someone like that in my life. For things to be so hot and heavy Thursday night and then not see him all weekend was brutal. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t put him out of my mind. Even when I managed for fleeting moments, my body couldn’t forget.
He’d awoken something in me, something primal. It was like I had a new kind of energy I didn’t recognize.
I gave Emily the latte I picked up for her and didn’t waste any time settling in at my desk. I had to start going over my checklist for a personal development event the hotel was hosting that week.
Fortunately, the guests weren’t going to arrive until after lunch and the first day was only scheduled to be a meet and greet type thing. Therefore, I had all morning to make sure the mics were working, that the rest of the staff was well versed on the order of events, and to double check the other thirty things that had to be perfect.
The guest speaker’s talks were planned so closely together that most of the attendees would be eating all their meals in the hotel for several days- not to mention staying there, and I knew it was important to Will that these types of events were as minimally disruptive to the hotel’s other guests as possible.
Most importantly, he liked them to go off without a hitch so we would be the organizer’s first choice next time they were in town.
I was bent over my desk and half way through my checklist when he came around the corner at ten thirty. His eyes flashed in my direction immediately, and I over-smiled back at him.
“Good morning, Ella,” he said, stopping in front of my desk.
“Good morning.” I was suddenly aware of Emily’s hawk eyes on me. “How are you today?”
“Depends.”
“Oh?” I straightened up.
“Is everything in place for the seminar?” He let his fingertips graze my desk, but by the way it made me feel it might as well have been my thigh.
“It will be at least two hours before the guests arrive.”
“Excellent.” He knocked once on my desk and headed straight over to Emily.
She was already standing at the ready so she could run through his schedule with him.
I leaned back over my papers, wishing he’d said something- anything- about his weekend or that it was nice to see me. I know Emily was standing by, but it was an emptier exchange than whatever I’d been hoping for. It was so impersonal compared to how he was one on one with me. Then again, I probably would’ve been annoyed if he’d made a fuss and compromised Emily’s opinion of me so I guess it was fine. There was nothing I could do about it anyway.
I called the head chef to confirm that the banquet room and buffet stations were set up and to brush up on what the vegetarian options were should anyone ask me. Then I called Paul at the front desk to make sure he’d organized an extra space to store luggage for the next few days. I’d just hung up the phone when it rang again.
“Ella Riley speaking.”
“You sound so serious.”
I felt a smile spread across my face and turned my head so Emily wouldn’t see. “I thought you were Paul calling me back.”
“Do you have something going on with Paul that I should know about?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Good.”
“Would it be a problem if I did?”
“For him it would be,” Will said.
“Oh dear.”
“Sharing’s never been my strong suit, and I’m not about to start practicing with you.”
“Good to know.”
“You looked rested this morning when I arrived.”
It took all my concentration to keep from twirling my hair while I listened to him. “Did I?”
“You did. Which is good for two reasons.”
“What reasons might they be?”
“Well the first is that I was worried you were losing sleep in my absence.”
“I managed somehow. What’s the second reason?”
“Because I want you to have lunch with me.”
“Oh?”
“And I have a very voracious appetite today.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course. I haven’t eaten since Thursday night.”
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.
“Ella?”
I exhaled the breath I was holding and lowered my voice. “Yes?”
“As you know the dining room is going to be bedlam this afternoon, and since I have some private matters I’d like to discuss, I’ve reserved a room for our lunch.”
“Private matters?”
“I expect our discussion will include things we don’t want other people to overhear.”
“I see.” I lifted my hair off the back of my neck.
“Room 2045.”
“When?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Okay,” I said, but he’d already hung up.
It hadn’t even crossed my mind to say no. What he was offering was too good to pass up. I’d never felt so alive. It took me a minute to gather myself, and then I finished my work at record speed. Or at least it felt that way. When there was only ten minutes left before I was supposed to meet him, my body was already screaming for it.
On my way to the elevator, I ducked into the bathroom to check my makeup, and I was about to leave when I changed my mind. Instead, I stepped into a stall, took my underwear off, and put them in my purse. I didn’t want him to think he was the only one who was allowed to use the element of surprise as a seduction technique.
Plus, if there was any time to have a little fun, it was now. The room he reserved was one of the most popular honeymoon suites. Or so I’d heard. And it felt good to know he was still trying to impress me even though I’d already handed myself over to him so completely.
Then again, maybe that was where he brought all his lunch time lovers, but I put that thought out of my head as soon as it arose. After all, this was supposed to be about fun. And not thinking. The only way to make sure I didn’t get hurt was to make sure I kept my heart out of it- or at least- kept myself from feeling more strongly than he did.
I knocked softly on the door and he opened it a moment later. I nearly gasped when I saw the inside of the room. It was huge, and all the fabrics on the bed, the curtains, and the chairs were a decadent wine color. In the middle of the room, there was a sitting area with a small trolley from room service that had a single rose in a vase at its center. Probably because it was the honeymoon suite. All the other rooms would’ve received a vase with a carnation, but this room was special.
I closed the door behind me.
“What do you think?” Will asked.
“They’ll probably miss me at Wok and Roll, but this isn’t too shabby.”
He pulled me to him and let his forehead rest on mine. “I missed you this weekend.”
Before I could say anything he caught my lips with his and kissed me until a fire burned in my belly. It was just as well he was holding me up or I might have collapsed.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
I smiled. “I could eat.”
He took my hand and led me over to the sitting area where the food was still covered with shiny silver domes.
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��Have a seat,” he said.
As I sat down, he removed the metal covers, revealing a plate of assorted sandwiches and french fries.
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I never know what to expect with you,” I said.
He pulled a bottle of beer out of the ice bucket under the table and offered me one.
“No thanks,” I said. I didn’t want booze on my breath when the seminar guests arrived. “Do you have any-”
Chapter 4: Will
“Ginger ale?” I asked, pulling a can out of the ice bucket.
Her eyes sparkled.
“I thought you might prefer that.”
She tilted her face at me as she reached across the table. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d prefer a stiff drink, but I’ve got too much to do after this.”
“I hope you know that if I didn’t have the utmost confidence in you, I would never try and distract you from your work this way.”
“Thanks,” she said. “That means a lot.” She opened the can and took a sip.
Watching her throat move as she drank made me hard.
“So how was your business trip?” she asked, reaching for a miniature BLT.
“Fine. Boring.” I turned the bottle of ketchup over the edge of the plate of french fries. “Tell me about apartment hunting.”
She sighed. “It was terrible. All of the places that we could afford were a variation of hell on Earth an-”
“We?”
“My friend Jackie and I. She’s moving here soon, but she can’t come until I find a place.” She pinched some fries between her fingers. “That we can afford.”
I tried to remember what if was like to have to check the price of something before buying it. “Did you like any of the places you looked at?”
“I looked at a lovely condo. It had this gorgeous balcony and big closets. Something like that would be nice.”
“You want to move in with me?” I joked.
She laughed. “That would certainly improve my commute.”
I took a sip of my beer. Time was running out. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself much longer. Even the occasional glimpse of her collarbone I could see when her blouse shifted was making me crazy.
“Then again it might be hard to get out of bed in the mornings.”
“That I can guarantee.”
“Can Jackie come?” she asked, crossing her legs.
“Jackie’s a deal breaker for me. I told you I don’t share.”
“Right.” She washed down her sandwich with some water and walked over to the four poster bed. “How much does it cost to stay in this room?”
I turned around and followed her with my eyes. At work I had to hide my desire for her, but here there was no one to judge me for admiring the way her ass moved under her skirt. “Ten thousand dollars.”
She looked over her shoulder at me. “A night?”
“Yes,” I said, standing up. “But champagne breakfasts are included.”
She pushed down on the thick comforter. “Incredible.”
I walked up behind her at the edge of the bed and slid my hands around her hips.
She let her head fall to the side and her hair fell with it, exposing her delicate neck.
I dragged my lips lightly across it.
“Will,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked between kisses.
“I want you so bad- my body-” she let her head fall back against my shoulder. “It wants you so bad.” She brought her arms over her head and rested them around my neck. I wiggled her shirt from where it was tucked in to her skirt, pulled it up over her head, and dropped it to the floor. My mouth began to water when I looked back over her shoulder and saw her firm tits suspended in a lacy, flesh colored bra.
I reached down and undid my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, leaving my boxers on as a reminder to pace myself. Then I pressed my swelling dick against her round ass. I heard a small breath escape her lips as I pulled my own shirt off, the tension between us growing by the second.
I moved my fingers to the zipper at the top of her skirt- just below the shallow canal of her lower back- and took a deep breath. I knew how I wanted her, and I didn’t want to spoil it by losing control. It would only take a second to push her down onto the bed and force myself into her from behind, but I didn’t want this to be over quickly. I wanted to drag it out.
And when the moment was right to spread her open for me, I wanted to make sure she was wet enough to take me all in. She’d said she was sore after the last time I’d fucked her, but she’d had time to recover. I didn’t want to wait that long before having her again so going slow was as much for me as it was for her.
I slid her zipper the rest of the way, and that’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one with plans. I tore her skirt down in one motion and pressed my solid dick between her butt cheeks.
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t wearing any panties?”
“I thought it would be more fun for you to discover that yourself?”
I gritted my teeth and a low growl escaped from the bottom of my throat. I put my hand flat on her upper back and pushed her down on to the bed so she was bent over the side of it and found her aching opening with my fingers. She was already silky and moist as I smeared her wetness across her clit. At one point she kicked a leg up and I realized her toes weren’t quite touching the ground.
I wanted to stick my fingers into her and churn her insides until they were hot, but instead I dropped down and took a knee behind her. Then I wrapped my hands around the outsides of her smooth thighs and pulled her ass towards my face so I could lick her from behind. She moaned as I lapped at her with my tongue, burying it into her tight pussy and scooping out her sugary sap. Her whimpers filled me with energy, but too much of her sweetness was getting away and dripping down my chin.
And I didn’t want to waste a drop.
I climbed onto the bed where her upper body lay motionless, her fat lips parted in ecstasy.
“Come here,” I said, scooting to the head of the bed and pushing half the pillows off the side.
Her eyelids were heavy as she pulled herself up onto the bed. The way she looked on her knees in nothing but her bra with cheeks as red as her clit made me crazy. I pulled my boxers off, and she looked at my cock as it sprang free.
“Not yet,” I said when I saw her eye my dick. “I’m not done with my dessert.” I leaned forward and grabbed her hand.
She walked forward on her knees up to the head of the bed.
“Hold onto the headboard if you need to,” I said, lying down. “Now sit on my face.”
Her eyes were wide. “You mean…?”
“Sit on my fucking face, Ella.”
I grabbed one of her thighs and helped her straddle me so I could open my mouth over her pussy. At first I could feel that she wasn’t letting go, that she was trying not to put too much weight on me, but I was determined to eat her as if I had to eat my way out, and soon I was sucking her syrup so hard she couldn’t stop herself from collapsing onto me.
When her hips started to rock, I knew she was close and I picked up the pace, sinking my fingers into her fleshy hips as she rode my tongue.
“I’m- I’m-” But she couldn’t get the words out and suddenly she arched her back and spasmed over me, her body jolting every time I flicked her clit with my tongue.
When I looked up I could see that her hands were squeezed around the headboard and her arms were stick straight. When they finally went slack, she tried to lift off of me again but I pulled her down for one last slurp to make sure none of her was wasted, relishing the way her hot snatch pulsed around my tongue.
After she groaned one last time, I let her move down so she was straddling my chest and wiped my face against the back of my hand.
She looked down at me with eyes that seemed dazed like she’d just been hit over the head with a two by four or something, but
her wide smile was proof enough that she was okay.
Chapter 5: Ella
I felt like I was on drugs. Not that I’ve ever been on drugs, but even being drunk never felt as good as what Will had just done to me. And then I was straddling him, dripping on his ripped chest in the honeymoon suite of the Abbott Hotel and smiling like an idiot.
I didn’t know what to say. There were no words to describe how I felt and even if there had been, I couldn’t remember how to speak for the life of me. Instead, I scooted back far enough that I could lean down and kiss him.
His lips were still silky from drinking me in and his tongue was warm and tired- or at least I assumed it had to be tired. I didn’t think a tongue was capable of what he’d just done to me, but I knew it deserved a rest.
“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” he said between gentle kisses.
Normally I would’ve been too shy to shove my pussy down on somebody’s face like that, but he wanted it so bad it seemed like it would’ve been rude not to let him have it.
And as far as I could tell, giving him what he wanted was turning out to be the best decision I’d ever made.
“When you have your strength back-” He reached around and unhooked my bra. “I’m going to take it all away again.”
I tossed my bra to the side and kissed his face. “There’s nothing left, though,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.
He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples between his fingers. “But I still need you so bad. I might explode all over your back if I don’t do something to relieve the pressure.”
“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” I was so dizzy with my own pleasure I had totally forgotten that his swollen cock was still standing at attention behind me. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Care to go for a ride?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“I have a better idea,” I said, lifting off of him. I crawled down between his splayed legs and reached for his dick.
He sat up against the pillows and made a face like the anticipation was actually causing him pain.
