The Weekend (A City Romance Series Book 1)

by L. A. Ritz

  “I did.”

  “I am just glad you are okay. I mean you texted me for the bus number.”

  “I know. I just...” Bethany paused. “He just took me by surprise.”

  Bethany swore she could see Amber’s proud smile in her mind. “Good.” Amber replied. “A man is supposed to surprise you.” There was another thoughtful pause. “And, don’t think about the cancer tonight. Just enjoy his big dick.”

  “Okay.”

  At that moment, a couple of knocks sounded the room. Phillip spoke through the door. “Are you okay Bethany?”

  Bethany pulled the phone from her face. “Yes. Just one moment.” She then put the phone back at her ear and spoke to Amber. “It was him at the bathroom door. I got to go.”

  “Are you coming home tonight?”

  “No. I don’t think so.” Bethany blushed, thinking of the naked man in the other room.

  “Go get ‘em! And wear protection.” Amber hung up before either said goodbye.

  Bethany quickly stashed her phone in her purse and rushed to the door. She opened it, keeping her body hidden behind the wood and her head poking out. “Yes?”

  He looked behind her into the room, then back at her. “You have water running.”

  “Umm… yes. I was just thinking that a bath would be nice. Don’t you think a bath would soothe my muscles after intercourse?” Bethany inwardly cringed at that moment. She always spoke the wrong things in her frazzled moments.

  Phillip was smirking. “Yes. A bath would soothe the muscles after…” He paused. “Intercourse.” He said the word like he was testing it out on his tongue. “I think I will join you.”

  She didn’t object. He was on the move towards the bathtub. “You didn’t even put the plug in.”

  Bethany hadn’t paid attention to that.

  “And the water is freezing.” He stated after sticking his hands under the flow. He began adjusting the water and messing with the temperature.

  Bethany got distracted by his naked state again. He was sitting at a slant on the edge of the fancy suite, hotel bathtub. It was a white standalone modern one. His tan skin was a sharp contrast to the crisp porcelain. His thingy was also a noticeable entity against the backdrop. It just dangled from his body. Bethany was not used to such extremities. She also was apparently not aware of her own staring eyeballs. She was once again caught scrutinizing his dick.

  Phillip cleared his throat. Bethany jumped slightly and looked at the higher head on his body. He didn’t seem too surprised at her ogling. Apparently he was already getting used to her humiliating herself.

  “The bath water is warm now. We can get in. If you would like?”

  Bethany jumped to it. “Right. Of course.” She made her way to the tub and stepped in quickly. The water had barely started filling up, but it was warm, maybe even a little too warm. She didn’t know if she should sit down. Or if she should wait till he got in. After looking at the size of the tub, there were two different ways they could sit in the tub. They could sit across from each other on either end, or he could sit back and she sit in the middle between his legs. She didn’t want to suggest one way or the other. She was, though, thinking that one way was preferable. She asked him, “Where do you want to sit?”

  He stood up and moved around to the back. He stepped in behind her and his front was to her back. He leaned in close and said, “You can lean against me.”

  That was what Bethany wanted. She wanted to sit between his legs and feel his warmth, skin to skin. He sat down and spread his legs. She moved in between him and took his help as he lean her back against his chest. He once again wrapped her in his arms. The water filled up around them. Bethany thought it was strangely content sitting naked with a naked man.

  When the water was about half way full, he asked, “Were you talking to yourself earlier?”

  “Huh?” She was startled slightly.

  “When you came to the bathroom I heard you talking.” He clarified.

  “Oh. No.” She chuckled. “I was on the phone.”

  He didn’t reply. He also tensed up slightly. She thought that maybe he got jealous.

  “My friend had been wondering why I didn’t get on the bus earlier. So I called to tell her I was fine.”

  Her answer must have been reassuring, because his muscles loosened around her. He smoothed the hair back from her right ear. His voice lowered as he spoke, “Yes. You are fine.”

  She felt smug as she settled nicely between his legs.

  Chapter 13

  On Top and In Between

  “Why are you in Seattle?” She was curious of him. She really didn’t know too much. Their earlier conversations had either focused around travel, wine, or her lack of sexual experience. The bathtub created a perfect situation for figuring out the man that she just gave her virginity to.

  “I was in town for business. My company is trying to obtain a shipping contract at a port near here.”

  “Oh.”

  His hands were tracing patterns on her tummy under the water. She was watching the small ripples of water carry throughout the tub.

  Phillip continued. “It was private meeting. We are looking to break ties with another shipping company.”

  “So don’t tell anyone.” She joked.

  He trickled some water up over her chest. She was memorized watching the droplets of water hit the swell of her breast.

  “Yes. But for some reason I don’t think you are talking with any shipping executives.”

  She tilted her head to look up at him. Her smile was lively. “You never know.”

  He leaned down and kissed the end of her nose. “Unfortunately, I have to leave on Monday. How long are you in Seattle?” His question was thoughtful.

  “Umm… I was going to leave tomorrow. Or I guess it is today isn’t it?”

  “If you are referring to Sunday, then yes it is about two in the morning.”

  “It feels like the longest weekend on earth.” She always went for the dramatics.

  He asked, “But it was good? No?”

  Her body was tingly as she stretched her arms back around him. She ran her fingers through his hair. “It was good.” This position allowed him uninhibited access to her breast. He took advantage of it and began tracing his fingers along the outlines of her breasts.

  “And, is your journey home long?”

  “I live about three hours from here.” She hoped that he was going to ask her to stay another day with him. But he didn’t. He just kept playing on her skin. She closed her eyes and squeaked out when his nail scraped across the top of her left nipple.

  “You like your nipples played with.” His attentions became stronger as he kneaded and massaged both of her breasts in parallel movements. He squeezed the tips of them. “Don’t you?”

  She moaned. “Yes.”

  “Are you sore?”

  “Hmmm…” She couldn’t speak now, not when he expertly maneuvered her tits.

  One of his hands changed directions. He was going south. His fingers crossed her belly and jumped her belly button, before marking the base of her newly unadorned mound. It is true, everything felt more sensitized when you went bare down there. His slipped his point finger through her slit and put pressure down on her clit.

  “Yes.” She begged.

  He began circling his finger in a lazy manner. He was working her up slowly. It felt good no matter the speed. He knew exactly how to play her, or maybe her inexperience allowed her to be so receptive. He was perfect, either way.

  “I want to see you come again.” He was whispering roughly in her ear. “I liked when you came just with my finger earlier. I almost blew without even being touched.” He sped up. “You do that to me.” His breaths were just as labored as hers. “In one night, you make me harder than any other woman.”

  “Please.” She cried out. He was rubbing her hard and quick now. She was coming to her breaking point. Her hands were reaching for something to hold onto. She settled with one pulled above
her and in his hair. The other was trying to break through the porcelain on the tub ledge. She was tight as she came. Her body coiled and then she released. A thousand little pinpricks danced over her skin.

  Bethany felt recharged. She spun around quickly, sloshing the tub water over the edges. She jumped to his mouth, kissing him with gratitude and enthusiasm. He returned her eager kiss.

  “Let’s fuck again.” She was determined.

  “Aren’t you sore?”

  She really wanted to have sex again with him. “It’s not bad.” She pleaded, “Please.” She hoped that he didn’t care that she was sore.

  It seemed he wanted to. Something was holding him back. “I only got one condom.” He sounded so defeated.

  A big smile spread across her face. “Don’t worry. I got that covered.”

  Bethany rushed out of the bathtub and made a puddle as she trailed to the bedroom. He was following her. She picked up her jeans from the floor. He was watching her from the doorframe, curious as to what had her so excited. She began pulling out the condoms, tossing them out of the pockets like she had all the money in the world.

  “See.” She held up a condom. “I got some at the bar too.” Bethany was shameless. She didn’t care. “So, we can have sex again.” She looked at his face. The look he was giving her was a little scary. She wasn’t sure if he thought her crazy, or if he was going to laugh at her. “I mean, that is if you want to.”

  He walked to her, pulling her close to him with his hands. “Yes, I want to have sex with you.”

  Bethany’s shoulders relaxed.

  “But.” He paused. “I am wondering how many times you think we are going to fuck tonight?” He grabbed the jeans from her hands. He pulled out a pocket full of condoms. “I am not even sure I can keep up with this.”

  Her face reddened. “The machine wouldn’t give me any change. I only had a twenty.”

  He chuckled. “So you purchased twenty condoms?”

  She shook her head quickly. “Only nineteen. I got a sex toy too.” Her voice wavered off. Perhaps Bethany should not have mentioned the sex toy. She couldn’t look at his face, so she just stared at his chest. She placed her hand over his heart. Just to feel the man before her. The chest hairs and the broad muscles made Bethany feel dainty. His tanned skin was nice. Her hand stood out significantly in its paleness.

  “A sex toy?” He questioned.

  “I was curious.”

  “I am curious too.” He pulled her hand into his. “Let’s see what this sex toy is.”

  It was only a few minutes later that Bethany was straddling his legs as he laid back on the bed. She was holding up a condom packet, deciding the best way to open it. He was holding up her sex toy purchase. It was a little plastic ring. A dick ring. He looked up at her. “I think we should skip the sex toy.” His face looked weary. She was looking at the size of the ring, and then at his dick.

  She agreed. “Yeah. I don’t think that is going to fit.” She got distracted by the wrapper in her own hand. She ripped it open and took out the condom. It was a little gooey. She examined the size of the condom. “Is this going to fit you?”

  “They expand.” He assured.

  She was baffled. “But isn’t it going to be too tight.”

  “Trust me. Tight is fine.”

  “But it won’t rip.” She was holding the condom close to her eyes to examine it.

  He held her wrist down. “It is the same kind we just used.”

  Bethany shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. Let’s try this.” He relaxed back into his pillow. She grabbed his dick.

  “Ughhh!”

  Bethany jumped and released him from her grasp. “Did I hurt you?”

  Phillip looked pained. “No. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Am I not supposed to hold your thingy while I put the condom on?” If she couldn’t grasp him, she wasn’t sure she could put that on. She wondered briefly what other ways there were to put a condom on, like with her teeth. Could she put the condom on with her teeth?

  He interrupted her little mind conversation. “Yes, you can hold my dick. I didn’t think you would jump right in there.”

  She grabbed him again. She chippered, “That’s me. Jumping into things head first.” She went right back to putting that condom on. She placed the flat object on the top of the head. “Is it inside out?”

  He had been watching her face, but he looked down at her hands. “No it is good.”

  “So, I just roll it down.”

  “Yes, roll it down.”

  “And I am not going to hurt you?”

  “No.” He insisted.

  “And it won’t break?” She confirmed.

  He had one of those Oh my God, will you hurry up looks on his face. “It shouldn’t break.”

  “What about my nails?” Bethany just thought of the trim she did the day before. She had filed them down, but there could always be a hang nail or something.

  “If you are using your nails on my dick, then I guarantee I won’t let you near it.”

  She was sitting on his thighs now, contemplating her next move. She took a deep breath, put determination in her shoulders, and went for it. The condom did roll down pretty easily. As far as she could tell she wasn’t ripping it and it was stretching around his size. It didn’t seem too tight, to where it was hurting him. She looked up at his face. No, he definitely seemed like he liked it. Her hand was now smoothing the condom down his length. She was unknowingly stroking him the right way. It was sort of interesting how it seemed to have a mind of its own. Every time she released it to move back to the top, it would jump to her touch. Her curiosity got the best of her. “Do you like that?”

  He groaned. “Yes. Very much.”

  “Should I continue?”

  “Not if you want me to ejaculate in your hands.” His words made it seem like he wouldn’t mind that. Her hands must feel really good. But she wanted to have intercourse again. So she stopped.

  Bethany inched her way up his body more. They had already discussed that she wanted to try it cowboy style. That is why she was straddling him and now moving to her knees. She leveled herself with her hands on his chest. His hands moved to her hips, steadying her in his strength. She was poised right over his dick. She used one hand to place his thingy at her entrance. She just had to sit down on him.

  He guided her. “Just go slow.

  With care, she lowered her body. It was still tight. She let him push through that initial entrance. She was sore. She let the stretch burn her as he filled her up. He was just so big. But if felt so good. So she took him all in. Bethany was filled to the brink.

  He asked. “Are you okay?”

  She hummed and nodded. Her eyes were closed. She was anticipating more pleasure. The thought of another orgasm put butterflies in her stomach, the good kind that excited the body.

  “You look beautiful like that.”

  She opened her eyes to meet his face. “Like what?”

  “Filled with my cock.” He lifted his hips then, giving her a jump of pleasure.

  Bethany gasped. Phillip grabbed her hands and started thrusting up into her. Her hips moved on their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. It was slow and deep at first. She used him as leverage so she could move faster. The friction was terrific. The fire was building in her body. She started feeling the waves of another orgasm. At some point she lost control of her movements, but Phillip kept pounding up through her orgasm. Bethany came loud and rushed. “F-ing A!” She cried out. Her arms gave out and she fell against his chest.

  He only gave her a few seconds to rest. They flipped to where he was leaning partially over her, still connected. He lifted her outer leg over his arm and continued his thrusting. She was lost somewhere in the last orgasm and the new escalating one. Never has anyone held her so tight. She didn’t think it was possible to feel so lost while being so whole.

  When this orgasm came, it was in time with his. Bethany was enwrapped in his roar and need. She w
as at a loss for being in that moment. Bethany was sated.

  Any thoughts of cancer or death were gone from Bethany’s mind. Her mind drifted off into sleep. Somewhere, she recognized that this man, whom she trusted with her body, was taking care of her. Phillip cleaned her and tucked her in the bed. He slid in right behind her, spooning her body. The two new lovers entwined into a solid sleep.

  Chapter 14

  Unexpected Entry

  Sunday morning was a moment reverend as lazy, dazed, and peaceful. The rain in Seattle had stopped overnight. The last of summer was spent on this day. Only in Seattle would sixty degrees allow for tank tops while out at the park. Sixty degrees with sunshine also meant a busy market or shopping streets. Sunday mornings with the sunshine and somewhat warm weather was ignored by the content lovers. Even as the windows let the blue sky seep into the room, it was disregarded. The two hadn’t awoken early. Bethany didn’t want to move from this spot ever.

  But “ever” didn’t last long. Housekeeping knocked on the door. Phillip cursed under his breath and hurried to dismiss it. Bethany took a moment to look at the clock. It was already pass ten in the morning. She stretched out in the bed and felt comfortable enough to just let the sheet slip over her breasts. Phillip crawled back into bed, but took a moment to appreciate her exposed chest. He rested on an elbow while sprawled out next to her. She looked into his eyes.

  “What is it?”

  He beamed. “I was just comparing yesterday morning to this morning.”

  “And?”

  “I like your breasts just as much.”

  Bethany couldn’t help but smile with him. “I think my breasts like you too.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes, especially when your mouth is on them.”

  Phillips eyes popped. “Maybe I can arrange that.” He was already going in for the kill.

  “No! No. Wait.” Phillip paused for her to continue. “I got to go to the bathroom.”

  He rolled back onto the bed, denying himself. “Fine.” He called out dramatically. “Use the bathroom. I will hum on your breasts afterwards.”

  Bethany hurried from the bed and into the bathroom. The bathroom seemed to be her in-head-conversation place, because she was again in there rationalizing and categorizing the events of last night with waking up this morning. She was sore, that was a give-in. She also felt sticky. The sweat and juices from last night were still scattered evidence upon her body. Bodily fluids were never a thing to bug her though. When you’ve been sick, it is something you get used to. Her hair was a mess, another give-in. Curls and frizz were never controllable, sex-hair was not exempt. Most importantly, she didn’t feel bad. She had wondered briefly that if she had just given her virginity to a stranger like she had planned, that it would be something she would regret her whole, very-possible-short, life. With that “Peanut” from the night before, it might have been something that would bring great guilt. But it wasn’t with him, it was with Phillip. He had been absolutely perfect last night. It was better than she imagined. This morning was a treat. Waking up next to Phillip was the cherry on top of the sundae.