Ravishing Room Service (The Heavenli Hotel Collection)

by Cordelia King

  His hand moved away from the outside of her thigh, and she lamented the loss of even that relatively chaste touch. But not for long. His finger probed her entrance which was slick with want. He slid his finger inside her, incrementally so her body could accommodate him. The position tightened her vagina, increasing the pleasure while her head being between her legs meant she was deliciously light-headed.

  She began to move her hips back and forwards against her hand, delighting in the friction and the movement.

  ‘You like that don’t you?’ he said.

  She moaned her assent.

  ‘What were you doing in your office earlier on?’ he asked.

  ‘T-t-t-touching myself,’ she stammered, caught up in feelings ebbing from her core.

  ‘You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘What are you?’

  ‘A…dirty girl,’ she gasped, and was rewarded by him slipping another finger inside her.

  ‘What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself?’ he asked.

  ‘I was thinking…about you.’

  She heard the sharp intake of breath. ‘Thinking what about me?’

  ‘Imagining what it would be like to fuck you.’

  She got a third finger for that, and she bucked against his hand, trying to get a rhythm going.

  ‘Would you like me to fuck you like this?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes.’

  His fingers disappeared, leaving her feeling bereft.

  ‘You can stand up now,’ he told her. ‘But don’t turn around. Do you understand?’

  ‘I understand.’

  She stood up, feeling a rush of blood to the head so strong she nearly fell over. She could hear the sound of his belt being undone behind her, along with the swish of fabric that let her know that his pants had come off. There was the sound of buttons being undone, and another layer of fabric being removed. His shirt. He was naked behind her. Every atom of her being wanted to turn around and look at him, but she knew that she had to wait until he told her what to do.

  ‘Turn around.’

  She followed his command and gasped. He looked even better naked than he did clothed. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. Muscular thighs more than hinted at a punishing workout regimen, his skin was tan. But what held Regina’s gaze more than anything else was the rock hard erection between his legs. Even the thought of that thing pushing inside her made her want to melt.

  Guessing her thoughts, Oliver chuckled. ‘Not yet, honey. On your knees.’

  She sank to her knees. She leaned forward to take his manhood in her mouth, but he pulled away. ‘No baby, I haven’t asked you to do anything yet.’

  She sat back on her knees and pouted. Days of frustration were desperate for release. She was nervous about what was going to come next. He was huge, and she wondered how she could fit him inside her mouth, but goodness she couldn’t wait to try.

  ‘Ready baby?’ he asked. She nodded.

  ‘Then suck me.’

  Regina leaned over and licked the bead of moisture that was on the tip of his cock. It had been way to long. She placed her lips on his head, and slid her lips down his shaft. She was gratified to hear him gasp out loud. She licked and laved him, loving the feel of his swollen sex underneath her mouth. She grazed her teeth along its length.

  She started up a steady rhythm as he tangled his hands in her hair, pulling down sharply. She loved this. Ed had been a conservative lover, he wasn’t comfortable taking control with her. Oliver, on the other hand, was a revelation.

  Back and forth. Back and forth. Regina loved this. When he took her by the shoulders and pushed her gently but firmly away from him she was taken aback.

  ‘Did I do something wrong?’ she asked.

  He gave her that panty-melting smile. ‘No, I’m just not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.’

  ‘Would that be such a bad thing?’ she asked. She wanted to keep going.

  ‘I have something in mind that may be more…mutually pleasing.’

  Regina felt like she was about to combust as it was.

  He helped her to her feet and walked her over to the sofa.

  ‘Kneel on the sofa,’ he asked her. She did as he said.

  ‘Grip on to the back, and stick your ass out.’

  Regina complied with gladness.

  He stood behind her, slipping his hand between her legs. His fingers caressed her clitoris, rubbing the nub until she thought she was going to scream. He was priming her, but she didn’t need it. It wasn’t possible to be wetter than she was right now.

  He pushed the damp scrap of lace down her legs.

  ‘You’re beautiful,’ he said as he rolled on a condom.

  She groaned with pleasure as he pressed against her entrance. He paused, and she wriggled against him impatiently.

  ‘You’re feisty, aren’t you?’ he laughed, trailing a lazy hand down the outside of her thigh.

  ‘I just want you to fuck me,’ she said, her heart was hammering. She felt like she was going to die if he didn’t enter her soon.

  ‘Say please,’ he teased her.

  ‘Please!’ she begged.

  The sensation of him entering her was nothing short of breath taking. He rode her hard making her cry out in pleasure. Her breasts bounced as he drove into her again and again and again. His hands were on her hips pulling her against him to get as deep as possible. The pleasure built and built until she exploded into a thousand pieces, followed just seconds after by him.

  ‘Stay,’ he said as she got up and got dressed. The offer was tempting, but she knew she couldn’t stay. The sex had been mind-blowing, she had never had sex like it in her life. Just her luck that it had happened with a visiting businessman who she’d never see again. She was better off not staying, in case she got too attached.

  ‘I’ve got to go,’ she said. She rang a cab and got out of the hotel as fast as she could. Back to her empty apartment.

  She could cope with that, right?

  At breakfast a couple of mornings later a very put together woman came up to the desk.

  ‘Can I help you?’ asked Regina.

  ‘Breakfast please,’ she said, checking her email on her phone and not making eye contact with her.

  ‘What room are you in?’ asked Regina.

  ‘The Gabriel Suite.’

  The news dashed all the hope she had left in her store. He’d checked out. She had no way of contacting him. She’d known in reality that it was all over, but knowing that the door was closed for good was immensely painful. She’d replayed the events of the other night over and over in her head. Why was the one man she’d met and had sexual chemistry the one that was a visiting businessman? And she’d fallen for him – hard. It was the oldest story in the book.

  She showed the woman to her table, and then went into the refuge of her office. She needed to get some time to think straight. To wallow in her misery.

  She took a mug of coffee to her office and was drinking it when she heard a knock on the door.

  ‘Come in,’ she called. The door opened and to her surprise she saw Oliver standing in there.

  For a moment she couldn’t say anything. Seeing him.in the flesh brought back a tonne of images. Eventually she stuttered out ‘I thought that you had checked out.’

  ‘I did,’ he said. ‘My apartment was ready to move into.’

  ‘So you’re staying in New York?’ she asked, unable to believe it.

  ‘I am. I’m a little lonely though, I don’t know many people yet. I was thinking that maybe you could come out and grab some dinner with me?’

  ‘Like, a date?’ she asked.

  ‘Sure,’ he said.

  ‘I thought that what happened last night was just a one night stand,’ she said.

  He walked towards her desk, placing his two palms on the desk. ‘You’re smart, successful, and have impeccable taste in food. Why on earth would I want to let you go?’
>
  Her mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe it. He actually wanted to see more of her.

  ‘Do you need a little persuading?’ he asked her, striding around the desk to where she was sitting. His eyes were dark with desire, and she moistened instantly. She needed no persuasion whatsoever to date this charismatic, sexy man. But she did want to see what means he would use to persuade her.

  He kneeled in front of her, and hitched up her skirt, exposing the top of her stockings and the wisp of lace of her underwear. Even though she had been worried that he had exited her life for good, she had come to work prepared. She was so glad.

  He nuzzled the apex between her legs, The lace of her panties didn’t offer much coverage, and she gasped as his tongue made contact with her clitoris.

  ‘What was that you said?’ he asked.

  ‘I said I’m thinking about it.’ Her nipples peaked through the thin fabric of her shirt and she pushed her pussy against his lips. His tongue stoked her need, driving her on and on until she came, moaning his name.

  ‘I’m going to take that as a yes,’ he said with a smile.

  Read more by Cordelia King:

  The Heavenli Hotel Collection

  Penthouse Playboy – A Heavenli Hotel Story

  Stilettos & Strangers – A Heavenli Hotel Story