He raised my shirt over my head, leaving me in only my underwear. It hardly seemed fair that he was allowed to stay fully clothed when I was basically naked, but Brendon was methodical in his approach and I wanted to see where it went. I liked watching him work, liked the gentle caress of his lips as they explored my body while I lay panting. I was so unused to it that it was like he was from another world. Or maybe I was from another world, a world where the only guy I’d ever slept with favored any foreplay that involved his dick. Not to mention the fact that as far as I could remember, Nolan had never kissed me like this. Had never worshipped me like this. Was this what sex was supposed to be like? No wonder I’d never understood the hype.
Brendon kissed up my stomach and over the tops of my breasts, hovering just over my face. His breath tickled my lips as he studied me. His eyes were a dark, deep brown. They were like a pit into his soul. I wanted to stare in them all day.
I reached a tentative hand to the top button of his shirt and flicked it open. He didn’t stop me. He bent his head to kiss me instead, rewarding me with every open button by nipping on my lip and sending another wave of heat between my thighs. When his shirt fell open, I lifted my hand to run it down his chest. His abs were rock hard. In fact, he may as well have had rocks lined up in the shape of abs and pecs under his skin. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier, he had to throw in a wicked body for good measure. This guy was going to be the death of me.
Brendon shrugged out of his shirt and stood from the bed, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock strained against the fabric of his tight boxer briefs, and from the outline I could tell that this was no mere trouser snake. It was a full grown anaconda. Holy Moses.
Brendon caught me staring and grinned. “Move up the bed.”
I shimmied further up the giant mattress, not stopping until I reached the pillows. I could’ve stopped halfway but I suspected he would need the room.
Brendon crawled up toward me, grinding his bulge against my clit. My panties were sodden, and I wasn’t sure why they were still there. Part of this whole taking his time thing, I suspected.
Brendon reached a deft hand behind my back and popped open my bra, then pulled it from my shoulders and tossed it across the room. My boobs were a large B on a good day, but they suited my frame well. Brendon didn’t seem to mind. He growled with delight and lowered his mouth to my nipples, already peaked from my arousal.
His hot mouth felt so good on my breasts that I cried out in rapture. Everything he did felt so damn good. Maybe he was an angel sent down to reward me for finally leaving that ass backwards town and going out on my own. Though, truth be told, with the way he ground his hard body against me, I was getting the feeling he was more likely a devil.
Brendon moved over to the other breast, drawing my nipple between his teeth and sucking. I arched up against him, wishing desperately that his cock was already deep inside me. I whimpered pathetically, and I could tell he picked up on my need because he looked down at me and smiled.
I moved a hand between his legs and squeezed his impressive length. His smile dropped away as a quiver of pleasure caused his eyes to roll back in his head. The fact that little ol’ me could have an effect like that on big ol’ him was indescribably erotic.
Brendon hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, tossing them into the air. His fingers, which I’d been admiring while we were talking for their length and masculinity, slowly eased into my folds and began stroking my clit. I bucked up off the bed, trying to urge him inside of me. I needed something inside of me or I was going to explode.
“Brendon,” I whined. “Please.”
Fire lit up his eyes. He plunged one finger into my channel and stroked my inner walls.
I arched up and rode his finger as his mouth continued to pleasure me in ways I didn’t realize a kiss could. I wanted more. I wanted it all.
“Brendon, please fuck me.”
It was like I was some other girl, a girl not afraid to ask for what she wanted in bed and not worried about being laughed at or scorned. Something about him made me more comfortable than I’d been in several years of a relationship with Nolan. Why had I wasted so much time on him? Now that I’d tasted the forbidden fruit, there was no way I’d be going back. This encounter had only solidified for me how incompatible Nolan and I were for each other, even if we’d both made a habit of pretending otherwise.
Brendon loved this sexy side of me, not that he knew it was a side. He had no idea that I’d never begged a guy to fuck me before. His boxers were gone in a flash, and in my lust fueled haze I directed his cock to my entrance without further delay and gripped his ass to help push him in.
He hesitated for a moment, watching me. I wasn’t sure why. Then, with a wave of embarrassment, I realized that I’d just put his dick in me without a condom. It was literally just the tip so far, but that was more than there should be.
“Shit, sorry,” I said apologetically. “I’m just used to it without. I completely forgot. I’m fine with it, though, if you are. I’m on birth control and clean and everything.”
This puzzled him even more. I felt like an idiot but I was too caught up in the moment to really care. Nolan and I didn’t use condoms because he didn’t like them. I’d never thought about how I’d need to pick some up if I wanted to start having sex with people other than him.
All this happened in what seemed like a fraction of a second. Then, slowly but surely, Brendon began to slowly sink his cock into me. I gripped onto his back for dear life as the thing split me in two. At first there was a little pain, but as soon as he was sheathed to the root my body began to stretch to accommodate him.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Brendon, that’s so fucking good.”
His breath came hard against the shell of my ear. “I like it when you say my name.”
He pulled out and slammed in again, and I cried out in surprise. The pain had now completely given away to pleasure, and as soon as he began fucking me in earnest I realized it wasn’t going to be long before I broke. I’d orgasmed with Nolan only a handful of times, and all of them had been because of effort on my side, not his. More and more my angel/devil theory was beginning to make sense.
I kissed Brendon’s chest, where salty perspiration had begun to form, and up to his neck. When he was flat on top of me, I couldn’t reach much further up than that, but I liked it. I felt small beneath him, and rather than making me feel insecure it made me feel safe. Somehow, I knew that Brendon would protect me. He just had that way about him. Or maybe it was my impending orgasm making my brain go foggy.
Brendon’s breaths soon became labored, his thrusts erratic. I knew he was close, and that thought was what finally sent me careening over the edge. My body shook and tingled, starbursts appearing behind my closed lids as I keened out his name over and over again. This spurred him to thrust harder, and soon he was grunting and I could feel him spurting inside of me.
Brendon collapsed over me, though he was careful not to crush me with his significant weight. He kissed my neck as he recovered, chaste, tender pecks that made my toes curl with delight.
As far as I was concerned, Brendon was perfect and could do no wrong. No doubt he had some dark secret behind those chocolate eyes. It would be my luck. Still, I was determined to enjoy this last moment of peace before reality kicked back in and I started to panic about what I’d just done.
“That was…” Brendon rolled over to the side, collapsing onto his back. “That was amazing, babe.”
I curled up against him and stroked a hand over his chest. “You did pretty good yourself. I haven’t cum like that ever.”
There was that sassy girl again. I was starting to like her a lot, even if I had no idea where she came from.
Brendon raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
I shook my head.
“Huh.” He looked back at the ceiling. “That’s unexpected. This whole situation has been very unexpected
.”
“How so?”
I knew that he was probably just going to say some iteration of what I’d been thinking this whole time, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him tell me what an amazing coincidence it was running into me, and all that.
“You know, I just didn’t think it would seem so natural,” he said. “I’ve never…you know…before, and I think I was expecting something that would feel completely contrived.”
Natural? What was he talking about?
Then it hit me.
Never done this before…
Expecting something that would feel completely contrived…
“Oh my god.” I sat up in the bed, looking down at him in shock. I covered my breasts with the sheet, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “You think I’m a prostitute?”
Brendon’s brow furrowed. “You’re not?”
“No!” I screamed.
“But … you’re in this room,” he said.
“Yeah, because I’m working here as a cleaner,” I illuminated. “That doesn’t mean I also have to service the clients.”
Brendon darted out of bed so fast I nearly missed him. He had his pants on faster than any human being ever had, and was out the door before I even got to say goodbye.
Before I even thought to stop him.
Chapter 7
Aurora
I’d just finished dressing and had finally poured that glass of water—sans ice—when there was a light knock on my door. Relief surged through me. Brendon had returned. I knew I shouldn’t be longing for the guy who’d only just left my room in a hurry after he found out I was not the prostitute he’d paid for, but he was so freaking sweet. So sweet I was already addicted. I wanted to know more about him, about what happened tonight. Even if I ended up changing my mind about him in the end, I at least wanted the chance.
My hopes died when I opened the door and Calypso was standing there, a somber expression making her look much older than she normally did.
“Hey, you,” she said quietly. “Erika told me what happened. Can I come in?”
I nodded and stepped aside to allow her to enter. I was embarrassed by the state of disarray the bed was in, but I supposed that was pretty much par for the course in her line of work so she probably didn’t care.
She walked over to the love seat in the corner and sat down, patting the spot next to her. I was worried about her sudden change in demeanor from a sort of upbeat, cool aunt to a straight-backed mother with worry in her eyes.
I took the seat next to her. “So what exactly is it that happened? I’m still a little fuzzy on the details.”
She winced. “I told Shereen to put aside a key for you when you arrived earlier, the one that I said you should pick up tomorrow. After the shift change, the hotel’s new receptionists got confused about the key and thought it was meant as the next in the lineup. That gentleman you, err, met, received that key.”
I opened my mouth and silently mouthed, Oh.
That made sense why he suddenly threw himself at me the second he found out what room I was from.
Calypso reached out to stroke my hair. “Are you okay? I am so sorry, honey. I never meant for that to happen.”
Did she know that I’d slept with him too or did she just think we’d had some sort of, Whoops, wrong room, mix up? Either way, she was looking at me like I’d been through the ringer, and I didn’t know how to tell her that I was fine.
Better than fine, really.
A guy thinking I was a high class hooker was hardly the worst thing that had ever happened to me. In fact, it was probably the most exciting. And that orgasm! Wow-ee that was something extra.
“I can’t tell what you’re thinking,” Calypso said. “You’re being very quiet.”
I mentally shook myself back to the present. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m okay, really. It was a bit, uh, confusing, but I’m not upset.”
“You’re not?” Her forehead wrinkled. “You don’t have to pretend to be okay just because you think I’ll kick you out or something. I won’t. I know things are a little different where you’re from, and I can imagine this would be a scary experience.”
“No,” I said wistfully, thinking back. A smile wormed its way onto my lips. “He would’ve stopped if I wanted him too. I got a little lost in the moment I guess.”
The worry eased from Calypso’s face, and was replaced by her usual half-smirk and twinkling eyes.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she said. “I was so worried when I first found out. Apparently he ran out of here like the place was on fire, so I thought the worst.”
“No, it’s all good,” I said.
I just wish it had been real.
I started work the next morning. It was just like I imagined any housekeeping job would be like in a hotel, except the rooms had exceptionally tousled beds and occasionally I had to pick up a sex toy and pop it into a bag to be cleaned and sanitized downstairs. Not a big deal.
I got to listen to music while I worked too, so the time flew by. After I’d had a quick shower and changed into my one set of clean clothes, I left the hotel in pursuit of a job. I aimed to start apartment hunting too, but it was going to be difficult to find one without a source of income. I didn’t even have more than two outfits and one pair of pajamas. Calypso told me I could use their laundry for free whenever I wanted, and that she’d lend me some clothes anytime.
I realized unless I got a job today, I was probably going to have to take her up on her offer unless I wanted to play like the Mystery Inc. gang and wear the same clothes every day.
My phone vibrated intermittently all afternoon, but I ignored it. Nolan and my mother could wait. I was in the pulsing heart of New York, which felt a bit like the pulsing heart of America from where I was standing. I’d never seen anything so grand as the massive skyscrapers that seemed to touch the clouds, and the way life milled beneath them like we were ants on the floor of an ancient forest.
I was dumbstruck by the beauty of it all. Captivated. I wanted to dive in to this life, even if it meant blubbering until I learned how to swim. I knew it from the moment I met Brendon. This was where I was meant to be.
I applied at a few places, including a giant children’s store on Fifth Avenue and a beauty boutique in the west village. I knew I probably wouldn’t have any luck getting either of those jobs, so I made sure to spread my resume as far and wide as I could. I just needed a job, any job. It didn’t matter if it was something I wanted to do for the rest of my life or not.
I arrived back at the Fox in the early evening, exhausted. Calypso told me to charge anything I ate at the bar downstairs to my room and she’d take care of it, but I couldn’t even gather enough strength to go down there for a bite.
I decided to lay on my bed, which still smelled faintly of Brendon’s musky, intoxicating cologne. I smiled, then frowned when I remembered that I’d never see the man who wore such delicious cologne ever again. I badly wanted to talk to somebody about it, but I didn’t feel all that comfortable with Calypso yet and there was definitely nobody from home I could chat to.
Amy! I grabbed my phone from my pocket and lay back against the pillows, waiting for her to pick up.
“Tatiana Ivanov speaking,” came a sultry voice.
I laughed. “Hi Tatiana, I’m looking for Amy.”
“Aurora! Hey girl! I heard from Calypso that you’re all settled in at the Fox. How are things?”
“Well—”
“Oh, hang on one second.” There was a shuffling sound from the other end of the line, and a couple seconds later Amy returned to the phone. “Sorry. I was out by the pool and the reception isn’t that great. The price you pay in paradise, am I right? Now go on, you were telling me all about your fabulous New York adventure.”
“It’s been an adventure, that’s for sure.” I chuckled. “Did Calypso tell you anything else about my first night here?”
“No, not a peep. That woman is forged from iron, I tell you. She’s the place secret
s go to die. So what tawdry tales do you have for me?”
I laughed. “Tawdry tale, singular.”
“Ooh la la! Put the small-town girl in the big city and it’s like dropping a bath bomb into the tub. I bet you’re just an explosion of color and drama right now! I am listening at the edge of my hammock.”
I paused. “You’re in a hammock?”
I didn’t mean to sound so suddenly jealous but I would kill to be on a hammock in the sun right now. Well, maybe not. I wouldn’t start selling myself to get there, so I probably wouldn’t kill either.
“You bet your sweet betty I’m in a hammock,” she replied. “Spent half the night in here. Have you ever had sex in a hammock, babe? It’s not as fun as you’d think…”
I laughed and decided to change the topic back to my own sexcapades.
“You’re not gonna believe this,” I said. “But last night there was this big SNAFU in reception and a client got sent to my room.”
“No!” she gasped.
“Yes.”
“Are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m fine,” I assured her, twirling a piece of hair idly around my finger. “I ran into him outside the room and we talked for a while. I guess he must’ve assumed I was, you know, so he made the first move and… well… he was really sexy. And funny, too. So I went along with it, had the best sex of my life, and then found out he thought I was a prostitute just in time to watch him race out of the room never to be seen again.”
Amy was silent for a moment, clearly absorbing the news. It was one of the craziest things I’d ever done, and certainly the craziest thing I’d done since before Amy left for college. Back in our day, we were Bridgefield’s two resident bad girls. We had a penchant for underage drinking and pulling pranks, and it had landed us in trouble on more than one occasion.
So far it seemed like moving to New York on a whim had started a domino effect. It was a little early to say if it was going to continue from here, but I was looking forward to finding out.
“That sounds kind of exciting, truth be told,” Amy said finally. “Did you enjoy it?”
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