My Hot Hero: A Hot Heroes Boxed Set

by Adele Hart

  “I’m okay. Every cell of my body is charged. I feel like maybe I’ve been waiting for you and this moment all of my life.”

  I turn her around and her breasts press against my chest. “We have this moment. Let’s make the most of it.” I look at my watch. We’ve missed lunch, and it’s heading fast toward dinner. “Do you need to contact your hotel?”

  She laughs. “I don’t have a hotel. I can’t really afford the extra expense.” She shrugs. “I figure I’ll hang out in the terminal until my flight leaves tomorrow at nine.”

  “You’re on the nine o’clock to Denver? We're on the same flight." He pulls off his jacket and tosses it on the chair over my purse. "You can stay here. We’ll order room service after we…” What do I call it? Make love? Shag? Scratch that itch?

  “Can I use the restroom?”

  “Of course.” I step back to give her room but reach out and pull her to me when she passes. I press my lips to hers and kiss her deeply and passionately. When she closes the bathroom door, I want her thinking about what I’m going to do to her body.

  I imagine she’s having an internal conversation with herself like I am, only different. Whereas, I’m anticipating undressing her and exploring every inch of her body, I am also thinking about how young she is. She’s twenty-four. I’m thirty. She’s probably a student going back to school. I’m a professor going to teach students like her. I’ve never slept with a student even though it's not illegal or theoretically immoral. Most college-age students are legal adults and past the age of consent.

  I shake the thought out of my head. Tonight, she will be my student, and I'm going to teach her a few lessons. The first will be that when she has sex, she’s allowed to demand satisfaction. Tonight she’ll experience it.

  She walks out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks. A droplet of water hangs onto the fringe of her bangs.

  “I’m going to order food. Would you like a glass of wine?”

  “Yes, I may need it.” There's a slight modulation to her voice.

  I thread my fingers through hers and pull her to the bed hoping to calm her nerves. She sits stiffly beside me while I reach for the phone and the room service menu.

  “Wine and what else?” I peruse the options and decide on a burger. There’s no place in England that serves a bacon cheeseburger like the United States. It’s all in the bacon.

  “I’ll have what you’re having.” She flops back onto the mattress with her feet dangling off the side.

  It takes me seconds to place the call, and when I’m finished, I lie down beside her and turn my body toward her. “They say it will be an hour. That means we have time to get to know each other better. Tell me about yourself.” I rest my hand on her bare midriff. Her skin is like fine-spun silk.

  She turns, and my hand moves to sit on her hip where her skirt sits low on the widest part.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Are you a student?”

  “More or less. This is my final semester. I’ve got one class and an internship to finish.” She wiggles her body up the bed and her skirt pulls lower to show the lace band of her pink panties.

  “What’s your field of study?” I trace the edge of the lace with my index finger, dipping it under the elasticized band.

  “Molecular Biology.” She says it like she's studying business or journalism, and not one of the hardest fields of study to get a degree.

  “Wow. That’s impressive.”

  “It’s how my brain works. I’m terrible with the arts, but math and sciences, or anything practical involving equations is my thing. What about you?”

  I let out a low chuckle. “I’m in the arts.”

  Her eyes grow big. “Of course you are. The only man in the airport I’m super attracted to, and he has to be from another intellectual planet.”

  “No more talk of work and school. I don’t want your head in class when it should be free to relax and enjoy. How about a bath?”

  I rock myself to a sitting position and stand. She’s draped across the bed like a goddess. All I really want to do is drop to my knees and taste her. If she tastes anything like she smells, I won’t be interested in eating anything else but her.

  “Are you going to join me?” She lowers her head and looks at me from under her bangs.

  “I’m going to spoil you, run you a bath, and wait for dinner to arrive.” I lean over her and kiss her. Not too deep and not too light. Just enough to make us both want more.

  It would be so easy to forget that she’s not a woman who has experienced the pleasures of good sex. When she leaves this room tomorrow, I want her pussy sore, and a smile on her face all the way to Denver. She’ll know what it’s like to be worshipped, and her bar should be set higher for future encounters.

  I rub my hand up her thigh just to the edge of her skirt, then turn around and walk into the bathroom. Once the water is the perfect temperature, I squeeze the bottle of shower gel under the stream and watch the bubbles grow.

  She saunters into the bathroom and leans against the black granite counter. “No one has ever drawn me a bath.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure no man has done a lot of the things I plan to do to you tonight.” I skim my fingers under the band of her top. “Can I undress you?”

  She nods, and I go to work removing her clothes. I pull her shirt over her head and watch her breasts spill over a pink, strapless lace bra.

  “You are so beautiful.” Not being able to resist a small taste, I lick the crest of her breasts. She’s salty and sweet. Her breath hitches, and a little moan makes its way past her lips.

  I work the button and zipper of her skirt, and let the black fabric fall to the floor. She steps out. The woman is a damn piece of art. Big breasts. Tiny waist. Wide hips. Her thighs are thick and touch in the center. They are the perfect cushion for my body. That soft flesh will cradle my hips when I pound my cock inside her sweet pussy.

  “It’s time to turn the water off.” She walks past me and bends over the tub to turn the spigots.

  “Perfect ass,” I comment. It’s round and full and begging for me to bite it.

  “I’m already in your room and near naked. You don’t have to flatter me.”

  In a second, I have her in my arms. “I don’t say what I don’t mean. You are my perfect fantasy.” With deft fingers, I spring the hook on her bra and watch it drop to the floor. Fucking perfect tits. Dusty pink nipples rise and fall with her ragged breaths. I turn her around and push her to the counter, where I press my rock hard cock against the lace of her underwear. Her breasts overflow my palms. I press them together and suck on the nipple nearest my mouth.

  “Oh, God.” She rocks back and grips the counter. I suck and pull at the hard nubs that turn from pink to a rosy red. One of my hands slides down her stomach to dip under her lace and touch her slick heat.

  “Just kill me now. You’re bare.” She spreads her legs to give me better access. Wet and hot, I run my fingers through her folds, spending extra time swirling around her clit. It swells and throbs under my touch.

  “You like bare?” She asks.

  I couldn’t tell her, as I’ve never had a woman who shaved her pussy. “This is a first for me, but I’m looking forward to licking your sweet honey. There will be nothing in my way and nothing to stop me from making you quiver under my tongue.” I slide one finger into her and watch as she grinds her hips against my hand.

  With reluctance, I pull my hand from her hot pussy and lick my fingers clean. “Sweetheart, I’ve got one condom, and that’s never going to be enough. Let’s get you into that bath. I’m running down to the gift shop.”

  “You’re going to leave me like this?” She pushes her hips into mine. It’s not even a cognizant action. Her body is simply reacting to her need. I can’t believe no one has made this woman come. I’m going to make her come so many times it will get painful.

  “No.” I slide the little scrap of lace down her luscious thighs and lift her to sit on the counter.
In one quick movement, I drop to my knees and press my mouth to her pussy. Her honey wets my tongue, and I eat her like a starving man. “Spread your legs.”

  She opens her thighs, and I fuck her with my tongue. She squirms and moans while I lap at her tender flesh. My fingers replace my tongue. First one, then two, and I pump into her with a steady rhythm. Her head falls back and her moans blend into each other. Her thighs shake, and her legs wrap around my back, digging her heels into my skin. It’s so fucking hot.

  I give a third finger, and she hisses with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but if she can’t take my fingers, she’ll never take my cock. “Relax love. I need to get you ready.”

  “Holy shit,” she cries out. “I feel something building. My body’s on fire.” She falls back, and leans against the mirror.

  I thrust in and out of her, stretching her walls to fit me. My lips wrap around her swollen bundle of nerves, and I pull it into my mouth and suck. She comes undone. Her entire body vibrates, and a flush of fluid flows down my chin.

  I stay with her until the last shudder leaves her body. My dick is so hard it hurts. She leans forward and fumbles with my belt.

  “I can wait.” I say with little conviction to my voice.

  “No. My sister says there’s nothing better than feeling full after an amazing orgasm. Fill me, Hugh.”

  She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I unbuckle, unbutton, unzip, and let my cock free.

  “Oh, my God.” Her eyes never leave my cock. It is impressive. I’m a lucky bastard blessed with high intellect and a big dick.

  I reach for my wallet, and pull out the only condom I have. It’s been in my pocket for a year. I haven’t been with a woman since my last girlfriend dumped me for a friend. It’s one of the reasons I left England. It was too hard to work in the same department where I found my girlfriend blowing my best friend behind his desk.

  Gloved up, I press into her slick folds. “Breathe deep love. This may be uncomfortable for a few strokes, but you’ll adjust.”

  I give her an inch at a time until my balls press against her ass. “Oh, my God. So damn perfect. Tight. Hot. Fucking perfect.” I grip her ass and pull her to the edge of the counter. “You okay? Can you take it harder and faster?”

  She whispers against my lips. “Fuck me, Hugh. Fuck me.”

  Her words stun me. Right in front of my eyes, the little mouse turns into a lion. With handfuls of her ass as leverage, I thrust deep inside her. In and out I plunge into her slick wetness. Her pussy drips for my cock. I nip at her neck. She claws at my back. One shoe falls to the floor with a thunk followed by the other. Her mouth searches for mine. Our dueling tongues battle and explore while I pound her flesh against the granite.

  “Oh, God, it’s happening again.” She stiffens as I give her all of me over and over again.

  “Give it to me, Kat. I need to feel your sweet pussy pulse around my cock.” My lips drop to a nipple. I suck and nibble until she freezes and lets out a groan that slips from her body and into mine, giving me the stamina to send her over the edge again. Her core muscles flutter against my cock. The pressure builds and the spasm increases until her pussy is fisting me, and her muscles milk every drop of come from my dick.

  “So damn good.” I lean forward and rest my head on her breast while we both gasp for breath.

  “Now I know what everyone is talking about.”

  With her pussy still impaled by my erection, I hug her to me and pick her up from the counter. “That’s just the beginning, Kat. I’m going to make you come undone all night if you’ll let me.”

  She slides down my body forcing my cock to separate from what can only be described as heaven.

  “Promise?”

  “Love, you are going to remember tonight for a lifetime. You’ll feel it for days.” I rub my hand over her ass and help her into the tub. She sinks into the bubbles and sighs. “You soak and relax those muscles.” I picked up her abandoned clothes. “You want these laundered?”

  “That’s okay. I can figure it out.” She pulls the bubbles over her chest and sinks lower into the water.

  “Are you staying? If so, I can have these back tonight so you have clean clothes tomorrow. Tell me what you want, Kat. It’s the only way you’ll ever get it.”

  “I’d like clean clothes but what I really want is you.”

  Five

  Katy

  He brings me my phone before he leaves for supplies, promising he’ll be back before room service delivers our food.

  I immediately call my sister.

  “Katy, where are you?”

  I giggle. The movement makes the water ripple, and the bubbles pop against my skin.

  “I’m in the airport hotel. I’m soaking in a bubble bath, and I just had my first orgasm. Actually, my first two with a promise of more later.” Utter silence greets me.

  “The guy from the airport? Oh, my God.” I could hear her pop the top off a beer and slide into a stool at the counter.

  “Yes, he’s English, and not stuffy at all. He’s amazing.”

  “Spill, I want every inch of detail.” Lisa squeals. “Two times?”

  My whole body tingles. “Yes, once with his tongue and once with his…”

  My sister laughs. “You can say cock.”

  “Okay, his cock. His big monster cock.” I run my hand between my thighs and shiver at the residual feelings still left behind. There’s a delicious soreness that I can’t call pain. The after-effects are pure pleasure.

  “I’m not sure you’re qualified to judge the size of a cock. Really, Katy, how many have you had?”

  It is a reasonable question considering that before Hugh, I had one sexual experience. Freshman year of college. Too much beer. One poor decision.

  “I may not have the depth of knowledge you have, but I can compare Mike's tootsie roll to Hugh’s soda can.”

  “He is not the size of a soda can.”

  “You’re right, he’s just as thick but longer.”

  “I’m so jealous. I’ll take girth over length any day, but if he’s got both, you’ve hit the jackpot. You protected yourself right?”

  I push my toe out of the water and into the tub spout. “I lack experience, not brains. In fact, he’s gone down to the gift shop to buy more condoms.”

  “Wow. You know a guy with only one condom in his pocket is one of two things. He’s a Boy Scout and always prepared, or he’s running low after a night of binge drinking and sex.”

  “I’ll go with Boy Scout.”

  “What does he do for a living?”

  “No idea. He says he’s in the arts. I left it at that. I don’t need his resume. I’m not marrying him. It’s one night.”

  “You’re right, and that’s smart.”

  The lock on the door buzzes, and I tell my sister I have to go. The last thing she says before I hang up is, “Enjoy every inch.”

  Suddenly, the bathroom door closes muting a conversation between Hugh and what sounds like a waiter from room service.

  Minutes later, the door opens, and Hugh comes in with two glasses of wine. “For you, love. How’s that bath?”

  “Perfect.” I sip at the glass of wine and look at the man who has made a bad day turn good. “Want to join me?”

  He smiles wickedly. I know that look; I saw it when we were flirting with each other in the restaurant. He looks at me lustfully, his gaze not leaving my boobs. “Don’t mind if I do.”

  The water rises when he climbs in behind me. His already half-hard erection pushes at my back.

  “Did they have what you wanted?”

  “Yes.” Big hands cup my breasts. His fingers move in to pinch and roll my nipples between them.

  “Ohhhh.” I relax against him, and my legs fall open.

  “Play with yourself.”

  I try to sit up, but he pulls me tight to his chest. “I’m not playing with myself in front of you. Besides, I’ve tried at least a hundred times to pleasure myself. I never can.”

  He pulls
the lobe of my ear between his lips. “Masturbation is empowering Kat. I bet I could help you get there.” One of his big hands moves to mine and guides it between my legs. He presses my fingers between my folds and forces me to stroke myself.

  “Relax love. Tell me what you feel.”

  “Good.” My raspy voice sounds foreign. “I’m tingly.”

  With his guidance, he works my fingers in and out of my body. He swirls and strokes my clit until my body shakes, and the water starts to splash over the side of the tub. “That’s it love. Harder and faster.”

  My nipple is between his fingers, and I come undone again. Only this time, it feels different. Whereas the first two times focused inside my core, this orgasm shot out from my clit. The pulsing is so powerful, I can feel it against my fingers.

  A loud growl from my stomach ends the bath. He dries me off, wraps me in a robe, and takes me to the bed where he feeds me the best lukewarm burger I’ve ever eaten.

  I snuggle into his side and doze. Sometime later, I wake to his kisses, and that’s how the night continues. We talk and fuck until we’re exhausted. We do it again and again.

  In the morning, my laundered clothes hang outside the door. Hugh is showered and dressed when he pulls a tray from room service into the room.

  “Hungry?” He pours me a cup of coffee and holds up the cream and sugar with a question in his eyes.

  “Starving, and yes to both.”

  He serves me in bed, and I reflect on the most perfect night of my life.

  “Kat, thank you for trusting me with your first and second and sixth orgasm. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the company of a woman so much in my life.”

  My heart squeezes a little knowing that this isn’t my forever. That Hugh will get off that plane in Denver, and I’ll never see him again.

  “You’ve set the bar very high. I fear sex will pale in comparison to what happened here last night. Maybe I was better off not knowing. You can’t miss what you never had.”

  He removes the cover from a plate of pancakes and bacon and sits it on my lap. “Quite honestly, you may have ruined me for everyone else as well.”