by Ella Emerson
“Actually, yes. We went last night, and you’re right everything was delicious. I especially enjoyed the crepes.”
I figured the climb to the top would be a lot, but damn I didn’t think it would be this much. Although, I admit, talking to her and listening to what she had to say showed me a completely different side of her. A side I wasn’t sure existed before, but I wouldn’t know since I never bothered to get to know her. Or maybe it was a new side, a more mature side. I didn’t know for sure.
She’d been telling me about her job and how much her boss, Madge, had taught her. Her knowledge of fashion was impressive to say the least. You could see the excitement in her eyes when she talked about it. It was sexy as hell.
“Have you decided where you want to go to college,” I asked, and she slowed her pace and looked over the railing. We were more than half way up and the view was already breathtaking with the sun setting in the distance. I stood next to her at the railing and when she turned to look at me, the sadness I saw punched me in the gut. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
She forced a smile and looked over the railing again. “I was accepted to Columbia.”
“That’s fantastic.” I felt a sudden burst of pride for her, but I was so confused why she looked unhappy.
“It is, well it should be. I don’t think it’s going to happen,” she said, clearly upset.
“Trish, don’t let anything stop you from pursuing your dreams. You have the world in front of you, reach for it,” I said, fighting the urge to pull her into my arms. Instead I gripped the railing holding on tight.
“The only thing standing in my way is my father. He wants me to follow in his footsteps, but it’s not my dream, it’s his,” she said, blowing out a breath and turning to continue the walk up.
“You’re a smart girl. I know you will figure out a way to get through your father’s obviously thick head,” I said, nudging her with a smirk on my face.
She laughed lightly and shook her head. “I hope so.”
We finally reached the top, and we stood together in silence as we took in the stunning view. It really was remarkable how life could feel so out of control, yet looking at the beauty of it and it felt so peaceful.
“Wow, this is beautiful,” Trish whispered, spinning slowly to take it all in. Watching her excitement was such a turn on. It took all my willpower to not slam my lips to hers and reach my hand down to her inviting pussy. “Levi, have you ever been here before,” she asked, once again pulling my thoughts back to the present.
“No, I haven’t. It is breathtaking,” I said, and we just stood and took it all in.
***
Addie and I gathered all the kids after breakfast the following day and headed to the Eiffel Tower. We decided that the elevator would be used this time. She would go up with the girls, and I’d go up with the boys.
On the walk over, Trish and I hung back just a little and talked. Ever since we left this afternoon, the pull I felt to her was stronger than ever. I was fighting it with everything I had, but seeing her laugh and relaxed with me was making it hard.
“Levi,” she whispered, and I looked over at her. She had a huge smile on her face as she nodded to the French fucker from yesterday who must make a living preying on young Americans waiting to see the Eiffel Tower.
I smiled and rested my hand briefly on the small of her back as we passed by him. “That fucker is up to no good. Stay away from him,” I whispered when we passed.
“I have my own tour guide now, who needs him,” she said, giving me a wink. A fucking wink. The girl was flirting with me, and I didn’t even know that she realized it because she tossed her head back laughing at herself. Seeing her hair bounce around like that made me want to wrap my hands in it and reacquaint myself with her taste.
“Mr. Wild, you want to do a head count of the boys please,” Addie yelled. I adjusted my hard cock the best I could without letting anyone see. I took a quick head count of the boys then Addie took the girls up the elevator and I went next with the boys.
Trapped in a glass elevator with Mark wasn’t the most comfortable thing, for him. I couldn’t give a shit. He kept lifting his eyes to me and when he noticed I was looking right at him he’d quickly return his gaze to the ground. I smiled and looked out at the sun reflecting off the river Seine.
“Hey guys. When we get to the top, don’t act like a bunch of idiots. Safety is the first priority, not to mention we are representing America,” I said, looking around at each of them.
“Who cares? They can’t even understand us,” Mark said under his breath.
I moved a little closer and said, “Act like you care.” Looking back around, I continued, “Got it?” They all gave me a head shake, and I gladly took it.
Finally reaching the top, they all got off and the groups mingled together. Moving to the side and giving myself a little space, I took in the difference of the view from last night to this morning. The city was alive and buoyant with activity. Kind of how I felt when I looked over and noticed Trish looking my way. Damn, that girl was fucking killing me. I wanted her so bad, it was taking over every thought I had.
“Looks so different from yesterday,” Trish said as she moved to stand next to me.
“Yes it does. Stunning in a different way.” I clenched my hands in a fist to keep from touching her as we admired the view.
When Addie suggested we leave I was both grateful and annoyed, both for the same reason; to be leaving Trish.
Later that night after I finished on my laptop and took a long hot shower, I decided to head down to the bar for a drink. I couldn’t get Trish off of my mind, and my body was restless with need. The hope was a few drinks would help me.
I ordered a rum and coke, sipping on it while I took in the bar. It was a diverse mix of people from all over. My over active mind tried to put a story to each person I saw, making me wonder how close I actually was.
After my second drink and still no closer to getting Trish off my mind, I contemplated going for a walk. Tossing down some cash, I walked into the lobby just as the elevator doors opened. Trish stood alone inside the elevator, and I could no longer control myself.
She saw me, and I walked quickly to the lift. I had no idea what was racing through her mind, but she must have thought similar to me because she made no move to step out. Stepping inside, I pressed the button for the top floor and let the doors close. As soon as they did, I pushed her against the wall and slammed my mouth to hers. Her sweet taste was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.
I ran my hands into her hair and tugged on it like I wanted to do earlier in the day. She let out a moan so erotic that I almost couldn’t handle it. The elevator chirped alerting us that we had reached the top floor, and I quickly pulled away from her. She had a look of lust in her eyes that I could drown in.
The doors opened and I grabbed her hand and led her out. This wasn’t one of the floors that we were on, so I knew we were safe. Neither of us said a word, and I thought it was because the sexual tension surrounding us was completely consuming our thoughts.
I pushed through the stairwell and looked around. I needed to make a quick decision, make her come here or risk taking her to my room. Not willing to risk it, I pushed her under the stairs so we were out of view. Not wasting any time, we continued our rough kiss from the elevator. Thankfully, she was still in her skirt and I reached my hand down and found her pussy. The minute my fingers touched her she moaned so loudly it echoed throughout the entire stairwell.
“Fuck, baby. You are dripping with need,” I said as I slowly pushed two fingers into her, stretching her.
“Oh God,” she moaned dropping her head onto my chest as I fucked her with my fingers. She felt so good, so tight, so needy. My cock was straining against my jeans, but we were doing too much as it was. We shouldn’t be here again, but it was impossible to avoid.
I could feel her tightening around my fingers already, and I leaned down to her ear whispering, “I want to see you when you co
me. Look at me.” Complying, she lifted her head and the heat I saw in her eyes was overwhelming.
Picking up my pace, she bit her lip to suppress her moan, and I raised my other hand pulling it from her teeth. I leaned forward and nipped her lip myself, causing her to dig her nails into my upper arms. Her eyes closed as she dropped her head back ever so slightly. “Oh God, Levi.”
“I know baby, I feel you. Fuck, let it takeover,” I groaned and she did just that. My name falling from her lips as her orgasm washed over her. It was the sexiest thing, watching her come undone. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean, making sure she watched while I did.
I helped adjust her skirt and leaned forward kissing her lips. “Such perfection. Now get back to your room before Ms. D notices you’re gone.”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Good night, Levi,” she whispered in my ear before she rushed out of the stairwell.
I looked down at my rock solid cock and shook my head. “Not for everyone.”
***
I was awakened to a sound, and I had no idea what it was. Slowly I sat up, thinking maybe it was just someone next door and listened carefully. Just as I was about to lay back down, I heard it again and this time I realized it was light knocking on my door. I flipped the side lamp on for a bit of light and rushed to the door, worrying something was wrong.
When I opened the door, my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw Trish. Poking my head out in the hallway, I checked to see if anyone was around before I pulled her in and closed the door. “Trish? What’s wrong,” I said, running my eyes over her body looking for any signs of injury.
“I got your book,” she whispered and looked into my eyes.
That’s when I noticed she was clutching the book tightly to her chest, fingers wrapped around it like she was afraid to lose it. Now that I knew she wasn’t in any trouble I took a minute to let my eyes skate over her body, taking in the light blue camisole top and shorts she was wearing. My skin burned with desire when I saw the amount of skin that was on display.
I stepped closer to her and ran my finger across the top of the book while I searched her eyes. “Did you read it?”
“Yes,” she said, breathlessly.
“Did you like what you read?” The thought of her reading that book was fucking hot.
“I did.”
I studied her in the dim light of the room. Her face was flushed, her nipples hard, and her breathing heavy. She was turned on from what she read, which made me want to act out every word of it with her.
“Why did you come here, Trish,” I whispered close to her ear.
“I want you to do this to me,” she said, searching my face to gauge my reaction.
I gently pulled the erotic book from her hands and flipped through it. I’d taken the time to highlight some of my favorite scenes for her and wondered if it was any of those she was referring to. “What do you want me to do? Show me what made you risk coming to my room.”
Turning the book to her, she turned to a page that was dog eared and pointed to one of the highlighted excerpts. I licked my lips and turned the book back toward me.
“He ties Alexandra’s hands to the headboard and stands back to take it all in. She is breathing heavily, her nipples are pebbled and her pussy is glistening with arousal.”
I stopped reading and looked up at her. “Is that what you want? You want me to tie you up and make you come like he did?”
“Yes,” she almost moaned out.
I dropped the book to the ground and pulled her to me. Paris was about to go up in flames.
I stood there before Levi as he tossed the book on the ground and my panties melted for him.
His eyes were hungry, like he wanted to eat me alive. Not sure what to do, he took total control. He charged at me and wrapped a strong arm around my waist and nipped at my lower lip with his teeth.
My head fell back a little as I opened my mouth to him. Nervousness and excitement rushed through me as I tried to breathe. My heart slammed in my chest as he took his other hand and ran it up my body from my thigh up to my chin.
“Do you want me to control you, Trish?”
“Yes, please.”
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He stepped back and led me to the bed in the center of the room. I stood right before it, afraid to disobey.
I didn’t move, I let him take me and move me the way he wanted. My ultimate teacher leading the way.
I was inexperienced, but not naïve. My body craved him, and I couldn’t wait to see him overpower me, to be at his complete mercy.
His big, strong hands looped in the sides of my shorts, tickling my hip, and he pulled them slowly down my legs, licking his lips as if he’d never known water.
I was soaked, my body begging for him. I didn’t know how much more I could take as his eyes glazed over.
After I stepped from my shorts, he stood back up and lifted my arms above my head at a snail’s pace. It was so slow that I’d thought I’d die from anticipation.
His dark hair glistened in the moonlight, pouring into the room.
“Keep your arms up,” he demanded.
I just stared as he lightly traced down my arms. His agile fingers brushed my stomach as he played with the hem of my cotton shirt.
God. Is this really happening?
He grabbed ahold and lifted the shirt over my head. When the feather-light material reached my wrists he held it in place, stepping me to the bed with him.
I was on edge thinking of what was to come.
“Lie back.”
I did as he asked as he held my wrists above my head in place. He made quick work of securing my wrists to the headboard, tied together by my shirt.
My body was sprawled out before him, unable to move.
I was completely bare to him, and his eyes caught my skin on fire as he slowly roamed with his hot stare.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy. Do you like being tied to my bed?”
“Yes.” My skin prickled with anticipation for his touch. I needed it.
“Are you a good girl, Trish?”
Yes. No. I couldn’t think straight.
I didn’t know what answer he was looking for, but remembered in the book the character Alexandria was a naughty girl and the man liked it more. So I shook my head ‘no’ as I hoped it was the right answer.
“Fuucckk.” His gravelly voice echoed off the crown molding and he slipped off his shirt.
His muscles were on display, and I wanted so badly to lick at his skin. I couldn’t move, and he still hadn’t moved any closer to the bed.
“Do you know all the things I’ve imagined doing to that sweet, tight body of yours?”
My eyes widened as I listened to the angsty, roughness of his voice. It turned me on, and I was already so close to coming undone.
Could I have an orgasm without being touched?
I shook my head ‘no’ as he moved over to his closet. I tried to wiggle on the bed to catch a better glimpse, wondering what he could be getting out of there.
I was half-sitting up when he stepped out. He ran a black tie between his fingers, and he tsk’d me as he saw me sitting upright on the bed.
“Now, Trish, what do you think you’re doing? If I wanted you to see, I would have shown you. But no, I want to take this tie and blindfold you. I want to heighten your senses so you feel me everywhere. Do you understand?”
I nodded slowly as the idea left me wanting more.
Oh God.
He stood beside the bed as he leaned over and tied it securely around my eyes, blocking my vision.
He laid my head back against the pillow and touched my lower lip with his finger as I heard his breath hitch.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So beautiful. I can’t stop staring at you.”
I felt the air shift as his body moved away from the bed.
Where was he going?
I heard a small commotion on the other side of the room and wondered what he was d
oing.
“Trish, do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, yes please,” I screamed.
A cold, prickling sensation touched my ankle and I realized, as the coldness moved upward up my leg, it was an ice cube.
It was freezing, almost to the point of pain. His hand would graze me every so often as he rubbed the ice up past my knee.
I writhed beneath him, trying my best to move away from the wicked sensation of melting ice on my skin.
When he reached my thigh, I arched my back and called out, “Levi, please.”
“Trish, tell me you like this. Tell me you want me,” he said with pure animalistic need in his voice.
“I love it, I want you, please.” I’d just about lost control, and I needed him in a way I couldn’t handle anymore. Forget about me ever finding someone to match this sexual chemistry we shared.
Not being able to see made my other senses crash together. I didn’t know what was happening to my body.
He removed the ice from the inside of my thigh and I was relieved, then his cool breath cascaded over the wetness the cube had created, sending goosebumps forming all over my skin.
He spread my legs, opening me up before him. And when he licked at my thigh, I felt the ice cube on his tongue.
Oh my God, this was the sexiest thing, ever!
He traced my opening with the cube still in his mouth. A spasm ran through me, starting at the base of my neck ending in my toes from the intensity of it.
My body would have flown off the bed had I not been tied to it.
I couldn’t see, and I didn’t know where Levi was until it was too late and I felt him slam his tongue deep inside me.
I screamed so loud I was sure the whole hotel could hear me; hell, I was sure all of Paris could hear me.
His mouth connected with my pussy with such force, I couldn’t hide from it. It was cold from the ice and hot from the heat he was causing deep within me.
“So fucking sweet. I could eat your pussy for days.” He lifted up momentarily to watch me for a second, then he went back to his mission, determined to make me explode.
He was so close to making me come unglued.
