by Cara Addison
“A week,” she responded as the waiter walked away.
“Three dozen in a week?” he confirmed, as he lifted an oyster to his mouth. “I think we can do that.”
She almost choked on the effervescent wine. “That’s very ambitious of you.”
“I’m a banker. I’m at my best when I’m met with a challenge.”
She didn’t doubt him one bit.
Chapter 2
They took a different route back to the hotel, walking down Market Street to Front Street, leading them straight toward the glass towers of the Marriott.
When they entered the suite, he moved from room to room. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Scoping out the best mirrors,” he responded. “I found them.” She followed his voice into the bedroom. He was pulling off his shirt in front of the closet doors. “Come here.”
She slipped off her shorts as she walked toward him, pulling off her T-shirt as he ran his hands across her body. She pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled out a foil packet, placing it on the nearby table before unbuttoning his shorts and dropping them to the floor. She slipped his briefs off his hips, watching him stir. She sunk to her knees, slipping his semi-hard cock into her mouth.
She sucked and swirled her tongue around him, moaning as he hardened. He brushed her hair back, watching their reflection in the mirror. “Mirrors,” he exclaimed. “I totally get why you wrote that chapter.”
He pulled her to her feet, kissing her as he ran his hands over her body. She watched his profile in the mirror as he kissed her neck. She could feel moisture between her legs as she took in the sight of his long tanned legs, his toned abs, his tight butt, and long, lean arms.
He turned her to face the mirrors, standing behind her as he cupped her breasts. She lifted her hands behind his head, running her fingers through his hair as he teased her nipples.
“You are stunning,” he exclaimed, kissing and nibbling her arm as he ran his hands over her body. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered in her ear. He slipped his foot between hers, pressing outward. His hand was between her legs.
Her eyes were glued to the mirror, watching him move his fingers over her engorged flesh. She dropped her hand between her legs, fingering her clit before spreading her lips for a better view.
“Show me how you like to be touched,” he murmured in her ear.
She took his hand, placing her fingers over his. She guided him between her legs, moistening their fingers, coating them in her slippery, wet juices.
He was mesmerized, torn between watching her pussy and the delicate expression on her face.
She led his finger down one side of her swollen labia and up the other.
“Tell me how it feels?”
Her eyes jumped to meet his in the mirror. She whimpered, biting her lip. She pulled his finger up, circling her clit. “It aches,” she whispered, “and it tingles and throbs.” She flicked his finger across her clit, gasping for breath. She flicked his finger back and forth, arching forward in response to the pleasure. “It feels like I’m empty, and I want you to fill me up.”
He pulled his finger away from hers, slipping it inside her. “Like this?”
“Two,” she begged.
“Fuck,” he cursed, nibbling her neck before slipping two fingers into her. His fingers probed, swirled, and twisted inside her.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, she fell forward, pressing her hands against the mirror, gasping for air. “I want you to fuck me,” she cried with urgency in her voice.
With his fingers pressing in her, he leaned over and grabbed the foil square she had placed on the table. He ripped open the package with his teeth, anxiously rolling the latex into place. His fingers pressed deep as he slid his head into her.
“Holy fuck,” she screamed, a mixed look of anger and intense arousal on her face. He thrust, sinking deeper into her, watching her face. When she looked like she might pass out, he pulled his fingers from her, thrusting his cock hard and fast.
“Oh my God,” she panted, forcing her hips back against him.
He drove her hard, lifting her to her toes.
“My clit,” she moaned. “I need you to touch me. Ple-e-ease,” she begged.
He instantly dropped his hand, pressing against her hot, pink clit. Her body convulsed and twitched as she let out a long slow moan.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. My God, don’t stop. I want more.”
He flicked his moist fingers across her clit, faster and faster.
“Yes,” she moaned, “more.” Her back arched and then curled as another orgasm consumed her. She looked at him in the mirror. She could see that he was on the edge. “I want to come again,” she cried, trying to distract him from coming.
“Oh Christ, Austin. I can’t hold on much longer. Your tits are…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his eyes closing as his cock pulsed and shook, spewing cum into her. He pulled from her.
She slumped to the floor, leaning on her arms, her hands still pressed against the mirror.
He pulled up a chair and sat down, pulling her up onto his lap. “You okay?”
She was drenched in sweat and still breathing heavily. She could barely hear him, her hearing fuzzy from the rush of blood to her core. She leaned heavily against him, exhausted. “Yes,” she whispered.
He pulled her damp hair off her neck. “You are one bad little kitty.”
“Me-ow.” She purred, kissing him. She lifted his hand and placed it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her clit. She inhaled deeply, sucking a lungful of air through her nostrils. Her shoulders quivered. “Fu-uck,” she moaned quietly.
“You’re coming?” he asked curiously.
She nodded slightly, focused on the rush of gratification.
“I’ve barely touched you.” He turned her to face the mirror, spreading her legs, pressing them against his thighs. He watched her pussy spasm and twitch. He traced his fingers around the edge of her hole, returning to her clit to circle his middle finger against the hard pink organ. Her upper body trembled, her pussy contracting again as fluid seeped out.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “How do you do that?” His eyes were glued to the mirror.
A half smile crossed her face. “You mean how do you do that?” she whispered.
He bit her neck, urging her on.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He had her coming over and over, making him hard again. He grabbed another condom.
She was still catching her breath as he lifted her up and lowered her onto his shaft. She slowly lowered and lifted, taking him into her. She watched the mirror, focused on his cock pressing into her, watching his wet, glistening shaft press deeper and deeper. Her legs wobbled from fatigue. He placed a hand on each hip, helping her. “Oh shit,” he grunted, when she lowered, plunging him deep. “I have to come.”
She shifted her eyes to his, watching his expression shift from the verge of pain, to exquisite pleasure. She lay back against him, completely spent. “You’re one fantastic fuck,” she mumbled, completely exhausted. They sat together, not speaking until he lifted her and led her to the shower, washing off a layer of sweat before crawling into bed for a well-deserved sleep.
* * * *
He woke the next morning to the click, click of her fingers on the laptop as she responded to messages. “What is that sound?” he asked without opening his eyes. Her laptop continued to deliver notifications.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, hitting the mute button. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’m not awake,” he whispered, burying his face into the pillow beside her hip and draping his arm across her waist. “Do I smell coffee?”
“I had a carafe sent up. I’ll pour you a cup when you wake up.”
“Mmmm. What time is it?”
“Just past seven thirty.”
“Fuck,” he exclaimed. “I’m on vacation.”
“I’ll move to the living room,” s
he whispered, leaning forward to move from the bed.
His arm pressed her back down. “Don’t go.” He opened one eye and peeked up at her, noticing her hair was damp. “You smell good. You showered already?”
“Uh huh,” she responded, hammering out an e-mail response to a colleague at the office.
He rolled out of bed. She thought he was getting up for a cup of coffee when he pulled back the sheets and pushed her knees apart, softly kissing between her legs.
She snapped the laptop shut, as it dropped to the sheets. “Well, good morning,” she whispered, looking down at him. He murmured a response, sending delicious vibrations through her core. Her legs involuntarily spread wider, responding to the intense pleasure. She could hear his fingers spreading fluid around her swollen lips as he delicately kissed her clit. It was exquisite. She ran her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. “Harder,” she urged, wanting desperately to press his head against her.
He pressed his tongue firmly against her clit, causing her to cry out. “You like that?” he asked, quickly pressing against her again. He watched her face contort in a blend of delightful pleasure and ache. She leaned back against the headboard and clutched the sheets with her spare hand as he kissed and licked and swirled his tongue.
“Oh, Christ,” she moaned. “I’m going to come.” She reached for a condom on the table beside the bed and tossed it down to him. “I want you inside me,” she begged as she tilted her hips off the mattress. He pulled her clit into his mouth, brushing his tongue firmly against it as she shuddered and moaned. He sat up and swiftly rolled the latex over his cock, pulling her onto his lap in one effortless movement. He was thrusting his hard cock into her before she could even catch her breath. She leaned back on her hands, her breasts bouncing with each deep thrust. His eyes were focused on her chest. “Your tits are beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, amused by his intensity.
Without stopping, he shifted his position, rising off his heels, leaning forward, placing one hand on the headboard. His eyes snapped shut. “Damn, that feels good.”
She watched him for a moment, fascinated with his body movement and expression. She ran her hand across his abs.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned.
She tightened around his shaft. He gasped as his eyes widened. “Can you hold that?” he asked, pushing deep into her. She nodded.
“Christ,” he moaned. “You’re tight and wet,” he murmured, moaning again. He clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply before swearing as he thrust against her one last time.
“That is beautiful,” she whispered, running her hands up his body as he relaxed. “Every. Fucking. Time.”
He dropped heavily to the sheets, kissing her.
* * * *
It was Sunday, the busiest day of the convention. She spent six solid hours at the event, meeting readers, signing books, posing for photos, conducting interviews with specialty publications, and talking with other authors. It was midafternoon before she returned to the hotel. She was exhausted.
She found a note that he had left, letting her know that he was at the pool. She shed her clothes and crawled into bed, falling asleep instantly.
She woke an hour later to the sound of the hotel door lock disengaging, signaling that Brett had returned from the pool. He walked into the darkened bedroom where she lay curled up under the sheets.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he greeted her, opening the curtains and setting his water down on the bedside table. “Tough day?”
She visually took him in. From head to toe he was stunning. “Tiring,” she sighed, propping herself up to take a drink from his water bottle. She patted the sheets, inviting him to join her.
Without hesitation, he dropped his swim shorts and pulled back the sheets. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling over her. He untangled her legs and kissed the back of her knees. He slowly kissed up the back of her leg, stopping to nibble her hip. He kissed the small of her back and up the soft skin of her back.
She shifted to her stomach, slowly lifting her bottom into the air, her head still on the pillow. Her ass was pressed up against his hips as he kissed her shoulders. “Damn,” he whispered as he ran his hands up her leg, rounding the angle of her hips. He reached for a square packet on the nightstand.
She slid her knees apart as he kneeled between them. He placed a hand on each of her hips, letting his head press gently against her slit. “Christ, Austin,” he gasped, watching a drop of fluid seep out of her. He swirled it around with his cock, causing another release of fluid. “You have an absolutely gorgeous pussy.”
She bit the pillow. “Stop teasing,” she murmured from between her clenched teeth. He slipped his head into her and back out, causing her to moan. “Again,” she begged.
He pressed into her. “Fuck, that feels good,” she exclaimed.
“Sweet fucking…” he muttered, pressing deep into her. She moaned as he thrust, rising to lean her hands against the headboard. His hands slid forward, cupping each breast. He kneaded and squeezed, gradually focusing on her nipples.
He twisted and pulled one nipple, drawing a loud, sharp moan from her lips. She slammed her fist against the headboard as he gently pinched and pulled again.
“You’re way too much fucking fun, Austin,” he whispered in her ear, tugging at both nipples simultaneously as he pressed deep inside her.
She wasn’t sure if it was the physical simulation, or if it was hearing him utter her name, but she inhaled sharply as her muscles tensed, signaling that she was about to come. She clamped hard against his dick, causing his entire upper body to convulse. A moment later, she heard him release a long moan as a wave of fiery hot bolts pulsed through her own body.
Their bodies glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He ran his hand down her torso and legs, running his hand back up her bottom and her spine before pulling her hair back to kiss her neck. She turned her head, accepting a warm soft kiss before slumping to the sheets.
He pulled the sheets up around them. “I need a nap.”
She curled into his arms, suddenly noticing his suitcase on the floor by the door. “Have you been back to your room since yesterday?”
“Mmmm,” he murmured into her hair. “I went down this morning to get some clothes.”
“Maybe you should just check out of that room,” she suggested.
“I thought about it.” She could hear the fatigue in his voice.
“Later,” she whispered.
It was just a moment before she heard the pattern of his breathing change, signaling that he was asleep. She disentangled herself and walked to the bathroom to start the shower. She stood under the hot water for a long time, letting the pounding stream wash over her body.
When he woke, he found her in the living room, working on her laptop.
“How many books did you sell today?”
She glanced at the screen. “Just over 625, so far.” She smiled.
“Seriously?”
She nodded, taking a moment to visually study his naked body.
“Excellent. Sounds like you’re buying dinner tonight.” He turned toward the bathroom. She heard the shower a moment later.
She stood at the bathroom door. “Hey, did you know that the Yankees are playing across the street at Petco Park tomorrow?”
He opened the glass shower door and leaned out. She glanced at her phone for the details. “It looks like an afternoon game tomorrow, and then evening games on Tuesday and Wednesday.”
“I know.” She looked puzzled. “I already got us tickets.” He closed the shower door, leaving her standing there with her mouth hanging open.
“Okay,” she said to herself as she walked away to finish some e-mails.
Five minutes later, he emerged from the bedroom wearing a pair of stone-colored designer shorts and a white quarter zip shirt. He looked expensive, and smelled even more expensive. “I think you belong in the window at Neiman Marcus.” She smiled, standing up to kiss him.
“Let�
��s go.” He kissed her before picking up a navy windblock vest.
They walked along the wide boardwalk along the bay. It stretched out for miles, winding along the coast. A myriad of joggers, dog walkers, and tourists passed and met them as they talked. They wandered through SeaPort village and past the Midway aircraft carrier before turning to walk up Broadway Street. They passed a number of restaurants before stepping into the Current. Without reservations, Austin wasn’t optimistic they would get a table. Brett inquired with the hostess, slipping her a generous tip. They enjoyed a delicious meal of local food expertly paired with local wines. It was almost two hours later when they slowly walked past the Horton Plaza on their way back to the hotel.
When they returned to the suite, he flicked on the television and sat on the sofa in the living room. “Come sit with me,” he invited. She walked over and leaned down to kiss him. He pulled her down beside him, still kissing her. He paused and flicked through a dozen channels, not finding anything interesting to watch. He returned his attention to her, slowly kissing her. He slipped his fingers through her hair, gently brushing his thumb across her cheek. He slowly lay her down against the cushions, lying beside her. “I’ve fucked you a dozen times and I haven’t taken the time to just make out with you,” he murmured as he kissed her neck.
She melted as he kissed her, slowly exploring her mouth. “That feels…” she searched for the word as they kissed. She couldn’t think straight. She was completely consumed by his touch. She moaned, reaching down to pull his shirt up over his head. He pushed her hand away. “Not yet,” he whispered, taking her fingers to his mouth and softly kissing them.
He kissed her and slowly moved his hands, exploring her body for ten more minutes before he leaned back and asked, “Can I take you to bed?” She was struggling with the change in approach. The urgency and lust had been replaced with tenderness that she wasn’t prepared for. She nodded, kissing him before he pulled her from the sofa. He led her to the bedroom, kissing her as he removed her clothes. He pulled back the sheets and helped her into bed before he pulled off his shirt and shorts and slid in next to her. He continued kissing her, running his hands over her naked skin. She felt her temperature elevate, responding to his touch. He kissed his way to her breasts, gently kissing each before reaching for a foil packet on the nightstand.
