by Marie James
I don’t respond to him and he turns towards me to get my answer. I use this opportunity to get the night started.
I untie my coat and slip it off my shoulders. “I didn’t come here to drink, Garrett. I came here to fuck.”
Chapter 6
Garrett
My cock thickened the second Alexa shrugged that fucking jacket off. Her perky tits are sitting high in a lacy, black, low cut bra, nipples barely peeking out over the top. I almost groan as I take in the rest of her body. Her skin is the most amazing milky white color. Her flat stomach and lean hips have my hard cock jumping in my suit pants. I can’t help but grin at the silver, dangling charm in her belly button. What kills me the most is that fucking garter belt and those barely there lacy panties. I hope she’s not too fond of them, I think, as I picture myself ripping them from her body. I can’t wait to pull the lace topped stocking from her creamy skin, with my teeth.
She’s looking at me quizzically, one eyebrow raised, as if she’s saying come get it big boy. This beautiful woman has no idea what’s in store for her tonight, but her running the show isn’t going to be part of it. I throw back the last of my brandy and calmly place the tumbler back on the side board.
I stalk towards her with purpose causing her to shift her weight under my scrutiny. I circle around her, stopping to allow my gaze to inch down from her neck to her perfectly toned ass. I hum my approval and notice a slight tremble wash over her body when I drag my finger down, tracing the elegant line of her spine.
Unable to resist the temptation I give her ass a quick slap. She moans and begins to tumble forward from the unanticipated impact. I reach out and capture her, pulling her against my chest. I can feel her stomach muscles bunch and tremble under my touch.
“Why, Alexa am I to assume you like it a little rough by that lustful sound you just made?” My dick takes this opportunity to remind me that he wants to get involved by threatening to bust the zipper of my slacks. She doesn’t make another sound, but she assents with a slight nod of her head.
Slowly, I slide my hand from its perch on her stomach lower towards the apex of her thighs. “And in what condition will I find this hot little cunt?” I skim my fingers past her clit on the outside of the soon to be torn lace. “Wet? Swollen? Ready for my cock?” I inquire against her neck.
Her soft moan informs me that chances are she’s already soaked; then the little witch proceeded to grind her ass against my solid length. “Why don’t you reach in and find out?” She coos.
She gasped at the sudden tug of her hair. I’m able to determine her mental state better now that I have her head tugged back on my shoulder, which is important to gauge how far I can take her tonight. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is ragged.
“Alexa.” She opens her eyes if only partially to acknowledge me.
“Hmmm?” Is all she seems to be able to manage.
“You need to understand that I run the show in my bedroom. You will take what I give you when I decide to let you have it. Do you understand?” Her grin and the scant dip of her head say she understands but her body tells me she’ll struggle with the rules.
While I was explaining how things would go, she managed to get her hand on top of mine that was resting lightly on her panties, and she’s attempting to get me to move my fingers as a way to increase pressure on her pussy.
“Looks like you will need a little help, doll.” I lazily move my hand from the juncture of her thighs, and she whimpers when I caress her outer thigh.
The minimal skin to skin contact I have with her from the opening in my shirt is making me unbalanced. The sweet smell of her lightly perfumed skin permeates my entire being as I run my nose from her ear across her shoulder. My tongue unable to resist the urge to taste her sweeps out and licks her heated skin. She moans again as her derma blushes an amazing shade of pink, overheated by my stimulation.
“Let’s take this to the bed, where I can attend to you properly.” I whisper in her ear.
I guide her to the bed, never taking my hands from her body. Seemingly on instinct her hand has found mine and she’s once again doing her best to determine my actions. I spin her around to face me.
The smile on her face is provocative and anticipatory. I allow her wandering hands to stroke my chest and remove my shirt, but when her hands make it down to my belt I seize them in mine. I take a deep breath and release it slowly when I peer down at her biting her bottom lip. If I give her any more concessions I’ll lose control, and the culmination of tonight is already going to end in such ferocity; I can’t allow it.
I guide her hands behind me and leave them on my back, running my hands back up her arms. She purrs when I trace my finger along the top of her bra over her exposed nipple, but it’s the bite of her nails in my back when I clamp down on her shoulder with my teeth that causes me to moan and pull her harder against my body.
I draw my head back and look into her eyes. “Those hands are going to get you in trouble.” The gleam in her eye tells me she hopes they do.
I lean in to take her mouth with mine when she whispers “please” against my lips.
Our first kiss borders on violence. Two mouths crashing together, tongues sparring, and an occasional clash of teeth. I’m attacking her with feral need, barely holding on to a semblance of control. Reaching my hand up to grasp her hair, I tug her head back, her bottom lip sliding through my teeth as I pull. I suck and bite her chin and jaw on my way to her shoulder, and groan when I realize her hands have made it down the back of my pants and her small hands are gripping my ass. She wrenches my body into hers and grinds her hot pussy against my throbbing cock.
With a deft hand I reach behind her and unclasp her bra all the while squeezing her ass cheek and grinding against her in turn. My eyes follow the slide of her bra to her elbows and my mouth reaches out to her now fully exposed breasts. I’m in awe of the perfect shape of her natural breasts and waste no time taking her rosy nipple in my mouth. Her gasp is audible when my hot mouth gives her budded nipple a hard suck. I take my time rolling my tongue around the hardened point, my other hand caressing the other breast. I kiss my way across her chest to take her other nipple in my mouth.
I’m in heaven. I’ve always been a breast man and Alexa’s don’t disappoint. I withdraw my mouth from her heaving breast and hiss when I feel her grip my cock through my pants. I pull my head back and look down, watching as she strokes my shaft. She grins up at me and I smile back, reaching down to unfasten my belt. She tugs her lip through her teeth and the up and down inclination of her head tells me she thinks she’s getting exactly what she wants.
I allow her to continue to stroke me through my pants as I pull my belt off. Once the leather has been freed from the loops I take a step back, effectively breaking her contact with my body. I miss her warm hands immediately and have the urge to step back into her palms, but I resist the compulsion. I watch as her bra falls to the floor at our feet and tug my pants and briefs down my legs, kicking them off to the side. An appreciative look is on her face when her eyes land on the jutting cock which is confidently pointing straight towards her.
Her look turns to slight confusion when I just stand there with my belt still in my hands. “Hold your hands out, Alexa.” Without hesitation she shoves her hands between us, palms together, the glint in her eye telling me she has an idea of what’s about to happen.
“You seem unable to control your hands,” I explain as I encircle her hands with my belt, tying them snuggly together. “If you can’t keep your hands where I put them, you’ll not be allowed to use them at all.”
Once her hands are secured, I begin a slow torturous path down her body with my mouth, paying extra attention to her breasts, gracing them with a combination of hard bites and soft sucks. I drag my mouth down her tight stomach and flick her belly button ring with my tongue.
“Garrett,” she pleads wiggling her hips, attempting to grind herself on my mouth. “Please!”
I chuckle and nip at the in
side of her thigh, a mere few inches from where I know she needs me to be. I run my palms up her silk covered thighs and hook my thumbs into the sides of her thin panties. A quick tug and she’s uncovered, her now useless panties falling to the floor. Before she can protest the destruction of her unmistakably expensive lingerie I cover her mound with my mouth, my hands gripping her ass, crushing her against my face.
Her clasped hands are on my head and I can feel her fingers trying to run through my hair, getting nowhere in their restrained state. I snake my tongue through her slick, soft folds as she rotates her hips attempting to control the situation. I draw a hand away from its grip on her ass and hold her open with my fingers, allowing my tongue to reach even further inside her. Her hushed moans and panting breaths forewarns me that her orgasm is imminent. I slide two fingers inside of her and have to tighten my grip on her when I feel her knees buckle upon the intrusion into her body. I lap at her clit again and slowly work her with my fingers. She comes violently when I seize her clit between my teeth and stroke that sensitive spot inside with the two fingers I have buried deep inside of her. She rides my fingers and mouth until her body ceases to tremble, an appreciative moan escaping her lips.
I sweep my tongue roughly over her center one last time causing her body to convulse. I grin against her stomach at her reaction on the way back up. My head slides inside of her restrained arms and hit my shoulders when I rise to my full height. I simultaneously grip her hips, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
I can’t resist her mouth as I back us against the bed, reaching out an arm to catch us as we collapse on the covers. Her velvet tongue reaches into my mouth licking and searching and I groan into her mouth when she sucks my tongue, the sensation shooting straight to my cock.
My restraint is waning by the second and if I don’t gain control this will be over before I can even get started. I pull back from her mouth, the wet sound of my tongue slipping from her lips cause my cock to jump. “Hands above your head, Alexa.” I whisper against her lips.
She complies, but the seductive look on her face makes me think she has plans of her own. Slow and calm ended about ten seconds ago, along with my control. My mouth immediately goes to her left breast, my right hand squeezing her other, rolling her hard nipple roughly in my fingers. Her strained whimper at the pain and the way she’s arching her back into my mouth tells me that her body is at war in its reactions.
She rotates her hips against my stomach. “Garrett!”
I smile against her chest and raise my eyes to hers. “Do you need something?” The sultry annoyance on her face lets me know that she’s in desperate need of being fucked.
“You. Please.” She answers breathily.
I lean over her and take her mouth in mine, reaching under the pillow for the stealthily placed condom. Breaking the kiss I sit up and rest on my heels, rolling the condom deftly over my most vital organ, unable to resist stroking it.
I reach out and stroke my thumb across her clit and she begins to pant.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” She smiles and nods her head vehemently at my declaration.
Unable to control my hunger for release I grab her hips and flip her over on her stomach, pulling her ass up so she’s on her knees and elbows, bound hands in front.
“Perfect.” I profess, looking at her milky thighs incased in silk stockings, her glistening pussy front and center ready to be entered. Unable to help myself I stroke her core with my thumb, inserting it into her wetness. I run my slippery digit up, grazing her forbidden entrance. A moan escapes her lips and I register the scant movement of her hips when she tries to push back into my hand, begging for more.
Clutching both of her hips in my hands I align my cock to her entrance. “Hold on,” I grunt out as I slam into her.
Her quiet moans and weak whimpers from earlier have disappeared, having been replaced with wild screams of passion and I give only fleeting concern for other guests on this floor. Her hot pussy is clamped down on me, urging me on as I pound into her; my grip fierce on her hips as I pull her back to meet my thrusts.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, Garrett!” She demands seconds before her core clamps down on me, constricting my cock like a vice and forcing my hips slow. I revel in the contractions of her orgasm and feel her start to slink down on the bed, exhausted from the two powerful orgasms she’s had.
I pull free from her, smiling at the whimper she releases and turn her on her back. A look of total satiation is on her face, her eyes heavy. I reach up and pinch her nipple eliciting a hiss from her mouth. “Stay with me, beautiful. I have more to give you.”
I seat myself in her once again to the root, rolling my eyes at the glorious feel of her all-encompassing, hot pussy. My thumb, finds her clit as I rock my hips, thrusting into her. Her next orgasm takes me over with her.
“Fuck, Alexa! Squeeze me! Just like that!” I roar my release, unable to control the shutter that racks my body as I come down. I collapse beside her, my breathing still ragged.
Chapter 7
Alexa
My body is trembling and I’m unable to open my eyes. The beat of my heart is pounding in my ears and I inwardly hope I’ll feel like this forever. I’m reminded that I’m not alone when I feel Garrett shift his weight beside me.
I chance a glance in his direction. He’s covered his eyes with his forearm, and his chest is heaving violently. I smile in feminine triumph, knowing his reaction is in direct response to my body. My elation fades when I notice the hard set of his jaw. Party’s over.
I clear my throat and nudge him with my shoulder. I’d love to be able to just get up and avoid the humiliation of him asking me to leave, but my wrists are still restrained.
His response to my gentle shove is only to remove his arm from his eyes and to peer down at me. His mood is unreadable, but I have to admit that the flush on his cheeks and the sweat on his brow from his exertion is sexy as fuck.
“Umm…” What’s wrong with my voice? “Can you untie me please?” The look on his stoic face doesn’t even hint at acknowledgement. So I add, “My fingers are starting to go numb.”
He immediately moves into action, untying my hands. Once the belt falls away I glance down, massaging my wrists, blood flow is prompt.
The bed shifts again drawing my attention back towards Garrett. I look up just in time to see his back disappear behind the bathroom door. He doesn’t close the door fully, but the small gap at the door jamb isn’t inviting in the least.
I throw my head back on the pillow and groan. He hasn’t said one word to me since he pulled out of my body. Regret snakes up my spine. The inability to control our hormones is going to make future interaction extremely difficult, and I don’t know how to fix it, or if it’s even possible.
I can’t figure this out tonight; I’m exhausted. I slide off the bed just as I hear the shower door open and close. The whisper of the rush of water in the shower sounds like pure bliss, but Garrett is in there. Keeping that can of worms closed, I make my way across the suite collecting my clothing. My panties are in shreds so I leave them. I arrange my bra back on my body and grab my coat, shrugging it on and tie it tight around my waist.
The water running in the shower is still audible when I leave the hotel suite, closing the door softly behind me. This is why you don’t fuck guys who have any connection with your inner circle. I hate that I’m feeling this way. I hate that the incredible sex with Garrett is now tainted with regret and apprehension of what future interaction will entail.
The good thing about having a one night stand at an upscale, five-star hotel is that a cab is always outside, waiting, even at three in the morning. The ride back to my apartment goes by in a daze, my mind using this time to relive the blissful interaction of the hour prior. My body trembles at the memory of his forceful words and dominating demeanor. I smile; possibly the best sex I’ve ever had, ten times better than any sexual encounter I’ve had recently.
That thought causes me to frow
n, mild depression setting in at the realization that the less than fulfilling sex is what I’ll have left after tonight. I sigh and cross my arms in front of myself. I’m borderline pissed off that I’ll compare all future sexual interaction against Garrett, knowing full well that each and every one of them will fall short.
Grateful that I’m off tomorrow, I pay the cab fare and make my way up to the apartment. I’m once again briefly thankful that Lorali moved out, if only for the accessibility of the ensuite.
I strip out of my clothes. My eyes lingering on the cream colored Burberry coat. I’ll never be able to wear it again without it reminding me of tonight. The feeling is definitely bittersweet.
I shower quickly, my hand slowing over my sensitive folds, relishing in the delicious soreness Garrett left behind. By the time I crawl into bed total exhaustion has taken over. My eyes flutter closed and sleep takes me.
Chapter 8
Garrett
I push the bathroom door almost closed after removing the belt from Alexa’s wrists; there’s nothing less sexy than trying to remove a used condom from a still erect cock. It ends up being more of a wrestling act with a rubber band. The privacy of the bathroom assures me I won’t disgust Alexa with the fight I have trying to persuade my cock to release the condom. I do it as quickly as possible, trying to avoid the imminent interruption by Alexa.
I jump in the shower and turn on the water, keeping it on the colder side to help assist in the deflation of my erection. Standing under the flow of luke warm water, my mind wanders back to Alexa and the way her hungry pussy clamped down on my cock when she came. The look on her face once she fully submitted; accepted what I was going to give her, when she came the last time will be seared in my brain as long as I live.
Once I realize Alexa is not planning on joining me, I soap up my hands and wash my body with economic efficiency. After stepping out of the shower, I give my hair a quick run through with the towel. Once I’m satisfied that it won’t drip all over the place, I swing the towel around my hips and walk back into the bedroom.
