by Luke Steel
Just like before, she grabs my head, only this time grinds down on my mouth, controlling the pace. I flick her clit, driving the sensitive nub until I feel her start to mewl and shake. Her hips lift and buck, but I pull her down to me, nuzzling her pussy lips and then guiding her so I can run my tongue from her clit all the way to her ass. She cries out, gasps, and if I wasn’t holding her down, she’d lift off my mouth. I tickle her ass with my tongue and I hear her exhale a shocked, “Oh my god!” Her breath is ragged..
And then I feel her start to come, that tell-tale beginning that she fights so hard. But this is part of my plan. Hovering over my mouth like this, riding my face, she controls the stroke and rhythm so nothing is over-sensitive while I learn what she likes. But I don’t let her rest even a second, keeping my mouth locked to her pussy so she has to ride it out.
I look up and it’s like watching a goddess on her knees in this position, the pleasure on her face, her nipples hard and tight as it starts for her.
“I’m going to—” she starts to cry out and then stops herself, lifting. I follow with my mouth, relentless, until she lowers back on my tongue and grinds more. I can feel her fighting it, fighting herself.
Sometimes a little bit of pain opens the door to what feels good. I slide my hand back behind her hip and to her ass and press a finger at her tight little opening. Her body jolts like she’s been hit with lightning.
“What are you—oh!” I feel the tight resistance and then she cries out when my finger pops into her. In the meantime, her pussy contracts on my mouth. I’m filling up on the way she tastes, wet and hot on my tongue before I move my attention back to her clit and focus there, licking and sucking while I drive my finger deeper.
Between the shock of my finger and the flick of my tongue she’s overwhelmed and that’s when she finally, finally lets go. She fists the top of my head and grinds down on my mouth as the orgasm hits her, her head thrown back. My cock jerks in response as I hear and see and taste when she comes on my mouth. I wasn’t lying; Sara coming is the most incredible, sexiest response I have ever seen.
And we’re only just getting started. I’m not nearly done with Sara. It’s going to be a very long, pleasurable night.
The aftershocks are strong and I can feel her spasm as they hit, her body listing. I swirl my tongue around her clit gently and she shudders before I let her fall to the side and back into the pillows. While she’s recovering I reach for the condoms, slip one on.
Her eyes are soft, her arms limp, but she still reaches for me as I position on top of her. Her legs are open for me, and I feel her curl up around me. I put the head of my cock to her entrance and kiss her, let her taste herself on my mouth. And then finally, finally I push into her.
Her head immediately shoots back into the pillows, her back arching when my cock sinks in deep. I almost do the same—the fit, the feel of her body around me was worth every minute of teasing and build up tonight. She’s like warm butter, but even as wet as she is, she’s a tight fit and I feel every ripple as she takes me in and I fill her pussy completely.
And then she rears up like a she-cat and bites me
Like I said, pain. And pleasure. The love bite on my neck combined with the warm pull of her pussy is exactly what it takes for me to lose control. I’m like a wild man now, pumping into her, driving hard and deep. I know my cock is big and she’s tight around me, but still she takes it all, fucking me back, flicking her hips every time I sink into her.
She’s panting, matching me stroke for stroke when I feel her dig in again, retreating. I recognize the signs now.
Rearing up on my hands, I pump into her deep. “I know you’re fighting it.”
Her eyes are closed, turning from me. Her back arches up. Even as she’s trying to hold back, I can feel her body taking everything, fucking me back.
“Clark, it’s so much. I can’t stop it.”
“Then don’t. Don’t stop it. You came on my mouth. You’re going to come right here on my cock, aren’t you baby?”
She tosses her head back again and I know exactly what to do. I pull her with me as I lean and sit back on my thighs, lifting her so her hips and ass are up high in my hands while her shoulders and upper back are still pressed into the bed while I continue to fuck her. She grabs a pillow for leverage, and I watch her gorgeous tits bounce for me as I lift her just enough to ride my cock high inside her, stroking hard and deep and fast, never breaking the pace.
She loses it. Sara grabs my forearms, her nails sinking deep, grinding out another orgasm, even stronger than her first one, right on my cock. I don’t have even a second to congratulate myself on the slick move because the combination of fucking her, feeling her come, and seeing her go off triggers me. The orgasm that rips through me takes even me by surprise. It’s almost violent. I’m like an animal, forcing her legs even wider apart for me while pump each warm kick of come into her. And it doesn’t stop for a long, long time. Forever.
A long time later, I’m in a haze and I hardly register what’s happening when I feel warm kisses on my neck, my shoulder, my face. I lift my head to look around. I realize that I threw myself over her at the end, and now Sara’s wrapped around me, bringing me through the last of it.
I press my lips to her collarbone and try to figure out how to breathe again. Her body is soft and pillowy, crushed under me. I roll to the side, not breaking contact with her body, but moving so we both can breathe.
She tries to hide her eyes again, but I’m not having it. I pull her head back by her hair and latch onto her neck, talk lazy and slow against her skin.
“None of that. No hiding. Certainly not now.”
I feel her body shake as she laughs and then settles down, focusing on breathing too.
I push the hair from her face and look into her eyes. “You’re incredible. So fucking beautiful. Especially when you come.”
Sara closes her eyes, but she’s smiling. I drag my thumb along her lower lip, and she dips her chin, gently sucks the tip into her mouth. Bites down.
Goddamn. I just came harder than I ever have in my life and my brain is too scrambled to wrap my mind around starting again. But my body has other ideas. Ideas that include seeing her lips wrapped around something else tonight. And soon.
My cock twitches inside her. Sara’s eyes pop open, then narrow and darken.
“You’re an animal.”
“Something in the water, maybe? Kind of a surprise for me too.”
“Uh huh,” she says, not believing me.
I’m happy to let her think whatever she wants, but I’m dead serious. I’m not a slouch in that department at all but I’ve never been to bed with a woman as warm and responsive as her. Certainly never responded in kind like this.
No thought at all, just pure instinct set my hands roving over her again, pulling her thigh higher on mine, so I can press deep. I know I need to get up and get rid of the condom—at least switch it out—but I don’t want to pull out of her just yet. Not when I feel her hips start to move with me, her leg hooking at the base of my spine to pull me closer into her.
She lifts her chin and I leave a line of kisses down the column of her throat.
“Not bad for a tourist?” I ask. Sara smiles and play bites me. I cup her cheek. “How you feeling about that streak just now?”
She giggles then. I love the sound. And the words get lost when I get busy trying to set a different kind of record entirely.
3
I’m not a light sleeper, but I feel the loss of warmth when she slips out of my arms the next morning.
She’s cat-like and quiet as she slides out of bed. I don’t open my eyes. In the dark behind my lids I hear the lightest sounds—some rustling and short breaths as she makes her way around the room. I think she’s trying to be silent as she looks for the clothes that I very vividly remember pulling off her and tossing to the four walls.
After a moment, I open my eyes just enough to peel at her and I’m rewarded with a sweet little shot of h
er bent over. My cock twitches a little warning hello at the sight. The body on this woman … There’s only a little light coming through the draperies, and the room is still dark. I’m guessing it’s close to six.
When she straightens, I snap my eyes closed again, still pretending to sleep. The sounds move away from the bed.
OK. Any second I’m going to hear the snap of the bathroom door, and then, maybe, the shower. Or she’s just using the bathroom and then the door will open and she’ll crawl back into bed. Not the worst prospect. If morning wood is any indication, I could go for another round—maybe two—before I head out for the day. The awkward part is always the dismount. Do I let her stay in the room when I leave for the day? I’m not worried about her alone in my room, not really, but you never know about people …
My eyes snap open when I hear the door close. That wasn’t the bathroom door—it was the door to the room. I sit up in the bed and click a light on, making a quick survey of the suite. No clothes, her wrap isn’t draped over the chair anymore. No heels. She’s gone. She actually left.
Sleep, over. Not even groggy, I jump out of bed, naked, and look around the room some more. She must have left something here. That can’t just be it. I poke my head into the bathroom and look around there, too. Not even a tube of lipstick. It’s like she was never here.
That’s new. Not even a …
What, Clark, a kiss goodbye? You don’t even know her. The voice in my head is kind of harsh. But it’s right. I’ve had one night stands before. This isn’t my first rodeo. I should feel relieved there was no awkward scene or empty promise to call.
I glower at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what the hell this is I’m feeling. A little heartburn, maybe? At six in the morning? I flick the water in the shower on, and then I squint and lean into the mirror when I catch a flash of red on my neck. Is this a hickey?
Flash of her eyes, her smile. The bloodthirsty little bite into my neck and shoulder the moment I first sank into her to the hilt.
Shit.
I grab a towel and hit the door.
In hindsight, I realize I’m lucky the resort elevators take forever, or I’d have missed her completely. As it is, Sara’s still standing at the elevator bank, looking at her cell phone screen while she waits for the next lift, when I skid around the hallway corner in nothing but my bare feet and a towel.
“Hey.” I’m out of breath, trying to hide it. The sprint from my room to this spot is short, but my heart is pounding. I was sure I was going to miss her.
Sara’s eyes open wide as saucers. I smile. She’s still beautiful, no makeup, first thing in the morning.
Just then an elevator door dings next to me. The doors open and, of course, there’s a family inside—mom, dad, two sleepy kids, and all their luggage, probably trying to hit the road early and check out.
They see me and all of us stop, frozen.
Mom hugs the kids tighter. Dad looks like he’s about to be angry, but then he spots Sara, looks back at me, and seems to read the situation. Tongue in cheek he asks, “Going down?”
“She’ll take the next one,” I say, and tug at Sara’s arm. She lets me, offers a little wave to the family as the doors close, and then Sara and I are alone again.
She just tilts her head at me, so I start. “You were really going to just leave?”
Sara looks down between us. “You’re naked under that towel, aren’t you.”
“Without even saying bye?”
“We’re in the hallway.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I thought you said that’s what happens.”
“When?”
“Last night. You said—”
“Do you always do what you’re told?”
She presses her lips together, but the smile is in her cheeks, her eyes when they meet mine. “You know I don’t.”
I kiss her then. Grab her and walk her back against the wall. She whoops with laughter against my mouth and grabs for the towel before it slides off my bare ass. I don’t care. And I don’t stop until she’s breathing as hard as me.
Pliant and soft in my arms, I brush her hair back from her face and move to her neck.
“Were you leaving because it wasn’t good?”
She pulls my mouth back up to hers. “You know it was good.” She tugs at my lips with her teeth, licks. Kisses me back.
I pass a hand over her ass and squeeze her closer, so she can feel my hard-on, and know exactly what she was about to walk away from, too.
“Two-night stands are better than one-night stands. FYI.”
“Mmm,” she hums and pulls back. “I wouldn’t know.” She bats her eyes, playful.
“Come back to the room.” My hands are wandering. She can’t stop me—probably because she’s still hanging onto the towel for me. It’s only when my fingers tease the very edge of her panties and get close to dipping under, that she pulls away. I hate it, but I like the way she seems to be struggling with temptation.
“I have work today. I have to go.”
“Have dinner with me.”
Sara pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Really?”
“I hauled ass, buck-naked down this hallway to catch you before you left. Yes, really. Have dinner with me. Tonight.”
She doesn’t say anything, just smiles and nods. The burn in my chest dissipates then, as if by magic. I can’t explain it completely, but it’s like I can face the day properly now.
I step back from her and take over holding the towel around my hips. It’s gratifying to see that she looks a little flustered now, like it really is hard to leave. Still, Sara pushes the down button.
“Meet me in the lobby? Or should I send my car to come get you?” I want to be sure we have a set plan.
She tilts her head. “You have a car to send for me?”
“Well, it’s the hotel’s service but sure, I can. Let me get your number though.”
She hesitates. Only a second, but I notice. She was checking her cell when I came around the corner, but she doesn’t offer to text her number.
“No, I got it. I’ll meet you here,” she says, finally. And then she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and she’s back to looking young and innocent. Granted, with signs all over her that she spent the night very well in bed with someone—the clothes from the previous evening, only the slightest remnants of her makeup. But I’d haul her back into my room right now if she let me. And then I remember what her friends said last night—they called her “the irresistible one.” I’m starting to guess why. I’m not the first guy who ended up wanting a second taste.
I try to reign it in. Hard to do in nothing but a towel in the hallway—I’ve already tipped my hand here—but a little stung pride isn’t going to stop me. I want to see her again.
“Meet at 7.”
“Ok.”
The elevators ding and this time the car is empty. She backs into it, her eyes appraising me. Nothing to do but ham it up, flex a few muscles. She giggles and then the doors close.
Two thoughts as I head back down the hallway: One, I hope she shows. I’m not used to this, wondering if a woman is really going to meet me. It’s going to be a long day if the suspense is already killing me.
Two, I’m naked in the hotel hallway. Without a room key.
4
I want her again. I’m in the middle of a room full of baracudas in expensive suits, but my brain is still in bed with her. I start to fill up thinking about the ways she came for me. That little giggle at the end. Completely free, her head thrown back.
For some reason, the near-miss this morning really threw me. I don’t know what it is. She’s gorgeous, no doubt. Sarcastic, a smart-aleck, which I love. The one-two punch of prim sexy-librarian turned sex kitten, maybe. That has to be part of it: she was buttoned up and skittish in my room. But the second I had her open, her pussy on my tongue, her response was like heat lightning. Now I can’t stop thinking about the way she fucke
d me back, stroke for stroke. Every time I sank into her, her body tight and drawn up to meet me. I want that again.
I check the wall clock. It’s been two hours. I’m at the head of the conference table, trying to focus on the presentation our team has put together, but I can’t seem to get my brain out of my briefs. Time for a break.
“Hey Mitchell, let’s stretch our legs, get some lunch and we’ll discuss the last two sites after. I need some air.”
There are sounds of agreement from folks at the table. The lights come up in the room.
We’re in a rented office space, high above the city. When people think of New Orleans, they think of the French Quarter and all the historic places. Some folks think Super Bowl and conferences. For our purposes, New Orleans could potentially become the new headquarters for J.C. Woodson Corporation. It’s very much at the top of our list in terms of taxes, real estate prices and commerce and industry-friendly environs, but there’s always going to be a part of me that resists the idea of leaving New York.
“Hey, Clark.” Mitchell, one of our ground team, stands up. “Gloria told me to remind you to look into GNORR.”
“Some kind of pasta dish?”
“The Greater New Orleans Regional Redevelopment. Folks she thinks we should partner with for the move. She says they know we’re here.”
“I know, she mentioned it to me, too. I don’t know why it matters yet. The last thing we need is the community groups meddling with this decision. First they tell us where to build, then they try to tell us what to build. It’s never just an opinion.”
“Yeah, I get it.” He looks over his shoulder to check that the others have moved off and then leans in to me. “Is that a hickey?”
Mitchell works for J.C.W. but he’s also one of my buddies.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Checking out the scene before we move in? A little area recon between the sheets?”
“Grow up.”
“Never,” he says. He slaps my shoulder and is about to move off, when I tag him back.
