Night Time Rendez-Vous: 3 sizzling novellas that will keep you up all night

by Eddie Cleveland

  “So, while I was here hoping you’d show up, you were dancing with a couple of college guys?” You wince and wonder why you shared this with him. Looking down at the table, you avoid his eyes as you nod silently. “And they wanted to get you naked, together, but you came here instead?”

  “Yeah.”

  The silence between you is deafening. You bite down on your tongue, cursing these drinks and your honesty.

  “Wow, that’s quite the compliment.”

  You look up at him from under your eyelashes and see he’s sitting up a little taller. He’s not upset or thinking less of you, he’s flattered.

  George runs his hand over his salt and pepper scruff and looks down at his diminishing drink. “Sounds like I wasn’t the only one who felt something on that sail.” He searches your face for an answer to a question he didn’t ask.

  “No, you weren’t,” you agree, relief washing over you like salty waves crashing into the side of his sailboat. “I felt it too.”

  “I’ve got an idea.” He stands up abruptly, tugging you up to your feet.

  “What?”

  “You’ll see, come with me.” He waves at the bartender on the way out the door and you follow him across the hotel lobby to the elevator.

  “Where are we going?” Part of you was expecting him to take you back to Sea Sally. Or maybe for a sandy stroll on the beach. But it seems like he’s got something else in mind entirely. He pushes the button and the doors slide open and George guides you inside. He hits the top button and grazes his fingers down your cheek as you ride up to the top.

  “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” He smirks and pulls you in tight to his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

  For the first time since you got here, you let it all go. Your worries, your swirling thoughts, everything that’s been making you cautious and holding you back float free from your body as he holds you in his arms. You melt into him, safe in his embrace.

  The doors open back up with a ding and George grabs your hand and leads you down the hall to a door. He digs out a key and opens it, holding the door for you as you walk out in front of him up the stairs to the roof.

  As soon as you step out onto the sprawling rooftop patio you’re drawn to the ethereal blue glow of the water in the pool. It looks so inviting. You look up at the moon above and sigh. It’s incredible. Just being here, sharing this empty space, just the two of you. It’s like a dream.

  Until you notice that instead of twinkling stars shining down at you, the light from hotel rooms dots the sky. The hotel has a bunch of rooms with this view, and about half of them still have a soft glow in their windows.

  “What are we doing up here?” You’re pretty sure you know the answer, but you want to hear it from George.

  “Well, I don’t know about you, but I was pretty excited about that skinny-dip earlier. So, whaddya say? How about you and I jump in? We’ve got the place to ourselves.” He leans into you and softly kisses away your tension.

  You want to. There’s no doubt about that. Still, you can’t shake the idea that you might not really have this place to yourselves when you glance up at the lit windows and imagine people spying on you. Spying on whatever you and George do in that pool.

  “Umm.” You tilt your head and think it over as George kisses a trail of heat over your neck.

  Chapter 5

  When do you plan to start living? How many more moments do you want to pass you by, leaving you full of regrets for the things you didn’t do? To hell with the lights in the windows! You’re not going to spend another second worrying about what a bunch of drunk tourists you’ll never see again think.

  “Let’s do it.” You giggle nervously. Stepping out of your flats, you’re surprised by the heat emanating from the cement surrounding the rooftop pool. You were expecting it to be chilly, but instead it’s radiating the warmth it collected from the sun all day. Hopefully the pool is the same.

  George tugs his shirt off over his head, quickly abandoning it on the ground. He kicks off his shoes while you freeze in place. You’re struck by how incredibly sexy he looks. His tight muscles and deep tan make him look like he belongs in a magazine. You want to drift your fingers over every single inch of him. You want to lick your tongue over every cut muscle.

  You shake your head and distract yourself with getting undressed. The last thing you want is for him to look up at you and see you drooling over him like you haven’t seen a man naked in… well, as much time as it’s been for you.

  Pulling your sundress up over your body, you’re so happy you decided to wear your sexy bra and panty set tonight. You instantly feel sexier swathed in the flattering moonlight with your good friend Victoria’s Secret cupping you in all the right places. You shimmy free from your underwear and then your bra. Part of you is a little worried about being completely naked in front of George like this. You’re not used to being so exposed. So vulnerable.

  Any concerns flashing across your brain dissolve as you glance over at George’s fierce stare. A long shiver of desire licks your spine and your nipples grow taut as he studies you, soaking in every angle and curve of your body like you’re a work of art. A work of art he must have all to himself.

  You let your own eyes travel down George’s frame and breathe in sharply when you reach his thick and growing cock. He’s not even fully hard and he’s already putting your battery operated boyfriend to shame. Damn. You don’t mean to lick your lips. Your fingers travel down over your cheek as a rush of heat explodes from your center and billows out through your body like a mushroom cloud.

  “Get over here,” George demands, stepping forward and grabbing your hand. He tugs you into him and tucks your hair behind your ear before kissing you softly. With no barrier of clothes between you, his stiff erection teases you, pressing into your belly. Your slit grows slick with need as a deep ache of need twists inside you.

  You breathe him into your lungs. His salty, rugged smell makes you much more tipsy than any mixed drink. It’s a good thing he’s holding on to you so tight, because you might just buckle at the knees if he didn’t.

  “I can’t believe how fucking beautiful you are,” he murmurs. His hand slides down over your back and cups the curve of your ass, giving it a squeeze. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have eyes. I knew how beautiful you were the second I saw you. But I had no idea…” George pulls you against his steel cock and you gasp. “You’re perfect,” he whispers.

  “Thank you.” You’re not sure what to say. You’ve spent so much time looking in the mirror each morning with a frown. Always focusing on the parts of you that you want to change. Constantly seeing yourself as a growing series of flaws and imperfections no one could ever see past. It’s amazing to see yourself through George’s eyes.

  And his eyes don’t lie.

  They hide nothing as he stares down at you. In them, you can see nothing but intense desire. So intense you can’t help but wonder if you’ll even make it into the pool.

  He kisses you again, this time harder and with more urgency. His fingers snake through your hair and pull you even closer as you mewl softly into his mouth and your body surrenders to his touch.

  Suddenly he breaks your kiss and steps back. The night air that felt warm until a second ago is cool against your exposed skin.

  “Let’s do this.” George grabs your hand and walks to the edge of the pool. Your eyebrows reach skyward as you quickly check the windows in the hotels rooms facing you. Is anyone watching?

  Does it matter?

  Not a single bit. You plug your nose with your free hand and bravely jump into the water, leaving your concerns and hesitations poolside with your crumpled clothes. You can hear George jump in beside you, but nothing else. Just the calming underwater sound of your limbs moving slowly toward the surface. A million tiny bubbles zip over your skin as you propel yourself upward and savor the deep breath of fresh night air you pull into your lungs.

  Your smile is so wide it’s almost painful on your f
ace. You flick your hair back and George swims to your side, instantly making your body forget the shock of the cool water on your skin.

  “How do you feel?” He treads water beside you.

  “Alive,” you finally answer.

  He nods silently, seeming to understand exactly what you mean.

  For the first time in years, you’re living your life. So, when he reaches for you and pulls you into another passionate kiss, you don’t care about your life back home or nosy tourists or your imperfections. No. All you think about is the exhilaration of swimming naked in a rooftop pool under the moon. The way just his tongue softly meeting yours makes your pussy clench with desire. The way this moment in time is perfect, like it was somehow all meant to be.

  The two of you drift in a small circle as his kiss grows deeper. You can feel the evidence of his throbbing need pressed against you. He pulls you against his cock so tight, you can’t help the moan of longing that escapes your lips. George slides his hands over your round ass and down your thighs, grabbing each of your legs and prying them open. You wrap your legs around him, but he doesn’t try to hurry his movements or hastily shove his cock inside you. Instead, he easily carries you to the side of the pool and pulls you up until your breasts are free from the water. You hold your legs around him tight as he presses your breasts together and circles your nipple with his warm tongue. Arching your back, you cling onto the edge of the pool, exposing your large tits to his mouth.

  Slivers of pleasure spread through you, tiny at first, but then building into shocking pulses of bliss that travel from your nipples down through your belly and radiate to your clit. George grabs his cock and presses the head against your sensitive nub, sending a bolt through you.

  “How does that feel?” he whispers in your ear.

  “Oh God, it’s amazing,” you answer.

  “Then you’re gonna love what I’m about to do to you.” He moves you to the pool ladder and guides you up until the only part of your body still underwater is from your knees down.

  You don’t care about the night air or your exposed body or anything for that matter. Because before your thoughts have a chance to pick up speed, George spreads your thighs and licks a soft but steady line over your indent. He presses his tongue into your pussy, dragging it from your center to your clit, and the world around you shatters and falls away as he takes you to another place. A world where your building pleasure is all that matters.

  George flickers his tongue over your nub and licks a finger before sliding it into your clenched pussy. You softly cry out to the moonlit sky, rolling your head back and enjoying the thrill of his tongue dancing on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

  You shimmy your hips forward and tangle your fingers through his hair as his tongue works magic on you that you never realized was possible. Every muscle inside you is tense, crying out for release as he twirls his tongue relentlessly. A growl rips through you as a shocking wave of bliss shudders through your core and spreads out through every fiber of your body. You tremble as your body is lost in a haze of pleasure you’ve never known and you slump back against the ladder, overwhelmed by the experience.

  George softly kisses the insides of your thighs and then tugs you down off the ladder with a splash. He moves your wet hair from the side of your neck and drags his teeth down over your sensitive skin. “Let’s get out of here,” he demands.

  You nod, words still failing you after that intensity, and he climbs the ladder and waits for you on the side of the pool to help you out. You’re grateful for his strong hands pulling you free from the water and guiding you over to your clothes. George quickly grabs his wallet from his jeans and tugs a foil packet from inside.

  “I need to have you. I can’t wait anymore.” His voice is raspy with desire.

  You watch with wide eyes as he slides the condom over his generous cock and wonder if it will hurt to be with a man so big.

  “Get over her.” He leads you to a lounger off to the side and you lie down, loving his weight on top of you as he joins you. George lifts your legs, exposing your wet pussy to him, and looks at you with such a pure hunger, it makes a shiver of lust quiver through you.

  “You’re gorgeous.” He looks like he’s not just staring at you. Not just locking your eyes into his gaze and keeping you captive, but that he’s somehow looking into you. Knowing you, the real you, and wanting with the entirety of his being every part of what he sees.

  George guides his cock to your entrance and you press down against him, eager to feel him fill you up. He smirks at your impatience and thrusts himself deep inside you, stretching out your walls and claiming you as his.

  “Oh fuck.” You pant and lift your hips so he can push in deeper still. He’s buried inside you. The heat of his cock pulses inside you and, even through the latex barrier, you can feel him twitch with pleasure.

  “You’re so tight.” He grunts as he slides back and fucks you again. This time your body is ready for him and the pinch of tightness you felt the first time is only shivers of building bliss this time.

  “You’re so big,” you breathe into his ear as you drag your nails down his shoulders and he fucks you even harder.

  You squeeze down on his cock like a glove, him filling you completely and totally with every pump of his hips. Your feet rise in the air as he keeps your legs up and spread open, shamelessly fucking you senseless out in the open.

  George wraps his arms around you and covers your body with his as you hold each other close. You tighten around his cock as he buries it into your core and it pulses. He shudders, releasing a groan into the night air, and you feel his seed fill the condom inside you. The sensation drives you over the edge and another unexpected orgasm pulses through you, leaving you panting and breathless.

  The two of you just lie together for a minute. George kisses tiny pecks down your neck and over your jaw. In this instant, everything is perfect.

  “We should probably go,” he murmurs.

  You know he’s right, even if the thought is disappointing. Staying out here longer just increases your chances of getting caught. You should count your blessings that you’ve enjoyed this privacy tonight. No need to push it.

  “Okay,” you agree.

  George stands up and frees the condom from his cock, tying it off. The two of you take much less time to get dressed than you did to get naked. Funny how that works. Before you know it, you’re heading back inside. The air of the hotel is so warm compared to the night. You didn’t even realize how cold you were getting until you stepped inside.

  You walk back to your hotel room and George looks down with a frown.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s just that it’s getting late. I still need to get up before dawn to restock the boat for tomorrow. I wish I didn’t have to go.”

  You can hear the pain in his voice, like the idea of leaving you is shredding him up inside.

  “Can I still see you tomorrow?” he asks, like there’s any doubt.

  “Of course.” You smile. Sure, you’re disappointed that he needs to go, but he’s completely worn you out anyway. You’re just going to crash and let sleep take you until morning.

  “So, lunch tomorrow?” His eyes glint with hope and you nod. George kisses you so tenderly, you can’t help but melt in his arms. How did you get so lucky to meet a man like him? “Sweet dreams.” He runs his thumb down your cheek and you smile.

  “Only if I dream of you.”

  You open your hotel door and slump against it once it closes tight. Wow. Now that was a night you’ll never forget. You can’t wait to get some sleep and see what tomorrow brings.

  Chapter 6

  You wake up to streaks of sunlight beaming in through your hotel window and fragments of your night turning into fully formed, amazing memories. You roll over in your big bed and kiss the pillow with your grin as your mind replays your night.

  What a night!

  You’re in no hurry to get up. Not when yo
u have so many details to focus on, each one making your heartbeat quicken and your skin flush. You lift your head and check the time, surprised it’s already after ten. One thing is for sure, you’re not used to these late night romps. Especially not in rooftop pools.

  Lunch is still a couple of hours away, so you’re not in a big rush to get out of here. Poor George, he didn’t get the chance to sleep in today. He said he had to be up before dawn broke just to get ready for another sail. You can tell from the way he said it that he looks forward to these sails, though. He gets a youthful glow of excitement every time he mentions his girl, Sea Sally.

  If only he wasn’t so busy with his cruises. It would be nice to have more time together this week. Time like last night, where it’s just the two of you. No interruptions. No clothes either.

  You laugh out loud at your naughty thoughts. Well, for someone who has had a three-year dry spell it sure didn’t take long to reawaken that side of yourself.

  Good.

  You’re not dead, for heaven’s sake. You should be enjoying all the sensations, tastes, sights, and sounds. Isn’t that what living, like really living, is all about? Not just when it comes to sex, of course, but with everything.

  Suddenly an idea strikes you and you sit up in bed. Your head is instantly clear. The hazy fog of dreams and sleep has lifted. You mull over your thoughts and decide it’s a great plan. Lifting the phone receiver next to your bed, you wait to be connected to the polite voice on the other end.

  “Good morning, front desk. How may I help you today, Ms. McKinnon?”

  “Ahhh, yes. I would like to go on a little adventure, please…”

  *****

  The dining room is busy with spring break tourists, but this time you barely see them as you watch the door. You’re already seated in the same corner you ate lunch in yesterday with a tray full of food. Just waiting. Watching. Wondering.

  George finally breezes in but doesn’t even look over to the sprawling buffet of options. His face is pinched and his muscles tense as he slices through the crowd and makes his way straight to you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips tugged down in the corners.