Thirst

by Mia Ford

  She looks surprised at my admittance, but I didn’t expect us to be having this much fun and games. I wanted to get to know her differently. Not as her dad’s best friend, but as a friend possibly future lover.

  I lead her to the elevator, and we enter in silence, and I sense that she’s thinking too hard about what I’d just said. She’s a thinker, one that likes to try and finding meaning in everything that’s said and done. As we step out of the elevator and glide out of the hotel, on cue Kurt is waiting for us with the limo.

  Kurt nods and then greets us both. Swiftly he opens the door for us, being the gentleman that I am, I wait for Emily to step inside first.

  It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the restaurant and after Kurt announces it on the intercom. She looks up at me from under her lashes, biting her bottom lip, and the look goes straight to my cock. I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me and if she reacts the way she does to entice me. If yes, it's working. She gives the barest nod of her head, and I assume that is as much answer as I am going to get out of her for a while.

  We lock eyes as we sat in the limo as if we’re strangers. I’m keeping my distance because I know that she must be hungry now. We’ve spent all weekend in each other’s pockets, and I’m aware that tomorrow is another day. One where we’ll go back to our old lives. If my plan works then, she needs to come to me. Not for sex, or for money, but only because she wants us to be together. The way that my cock’s begging to be inside her now. I’m not sure that I can resist the temptation to take her.

  “Another hotel?”

  Emily asks as she points to the MGM hotel which sits above Joël Robuchon’s restaurant.

  I laugh and say, “I don’t make a habit of changing hotels?”

  She raises an eyebrow and says, “Don’t you?”

  I tell Kurt that we’ll call him when we’re finished and on that note, we’re alone again. We walk in sync to the restaurant, and as we reach the doors, we’re greeted by a pretty French hostess. She doesn’t hesitate once I say my name to direct us to our table.

  I can tell that Emily’s fascinated by the chandeliers that hang and the beautiful textures of red and green that run from the wall as I casually walk through the restaurant. As her head moves in different directions. Then we grind to a halt, and the hostess opens the doors. Emily breaks the silence by asking, “Just us two?”

  I nod, “Just the two of us.”

  “Would you like the menu’s now or would you like something to drink as you settle in?”

  I nod, “Can you bring just the wine menu for now?”

  She smiles, “As you please. Enjoy your meal, Jean-Claude will be your waiter for the night. He’ll be here in a couple of minutes to give you the menus.”

  Emily just stares at her, and then as soon as I walk up to the chair, ready for her to sit down. She tells me exactly how she feels.

  “Wow, Marvin every time I think that you can’t surprise me. You go and surprise me even more.”

  “Is that a compliment?”

  She nods, “If you didn’t get that from what I said, then maybe you’re the one that’s tired.”

  I got it alright, but there’s something about the way that she’s so relaxed right now that makes her seem even more enchanting.

  “Why were you so quiet earlier?”

  “I felt guilty,” she nods her head. ‘I thought that I should be at work. Or at least get there and then talk to the remaining staff about…”

  “About the fact that you’re going to make the company great again?”

  It brings a smile to her face. One that I’ve been longing for all night. Her red lipstick glimmers in the dim lighting.

  There’s a knock on the door and once Jean-Claude, a tall, dark haired waiter enters through the door with our menu.

  “Bonjour,” he nods as he walks through the door. He delicately shuts it behind him, and I start to discuss in French the options of our meal with the wine suggestions. Each time I have one eye on the menu and the other on Emily as her eyes wander around the room.

  “D’accord. Merci Madame e Mademoiselle,” Jean-Claude nods as he walks back out of the room.

  “What did he just say?”

  Emily says with bolts of excitement.

  “He just thanked us.”

  “Marvin, is there anything that you can’t do? I never even knew that you could speak French and not even just a little, like a native.”

  I smile as I tentatively reach for her hand and she offers it so naturally. I start stroking her fingers, remembering her touch and the fact that her hands are so soft.

  “I spent some time in France when you were growing up. But you probably don’t remember?”

  She shakes her head, “I remember that you used to leave for long periods of time. Dad used to laugh about you having a secret wife in France.”

  “No, I just love their culture and most of all the language. That’s why I learned it so well. Besides I think of Paris as my sanctuary.”

  “How comes?”

  I stand up and look at the artwork on the wall wondering if I could show her what I’m talking about. There’s none that captures the beauty of the city, so I blurt out, “One day I’ll show you. I still have my apartment in the city, and I still go there from time to time.”

  She sighs, “I would love that, it sounds like heaven.”

  “I ordered for you, Emily. I hope you don’t mind?”

  “I’m not as cultured as you are,” she winks at me. “I know that whatever you ordered would be a lot better than what I would have done.”

  “Don’t understatement yourself all the time. You used to have such confidence as a child.”

  “Not really,” she shakes her head, “I just think that I was better at hiding it.”

  Maybe she has a point, I never thought of her as a person with doubts. Just a gentle soul who believed the best of everyone and had a gift and wanted to share it with the world.

  I’m about to say something to her when Jean-Claude knocks on the door again. I know that it’s him because I was expecting him to come back at any moment.

  “Viens ici!”

  I sit back down and then Emily whispers, “Whenever you talk in French, it turns me on.”

  As Jean-Claude and the other waiter leave the room. Not only did they bring the wine, but our meal too. I know the other waiter wants to stay to serve us. But I can do that myself, and besides that was the message I gave Jean-Claude when I was ordering earlier. That they should bring both courses on a tray and we’ll help ourselves when we’re ready. He was hesitant at my request, but when I explained that I wanted privacy. He didn’t hesitate in compiling with it.

  “They’ve brought all the courses, apart from one thing.”

  “Water?”

  Emily asks as she looks at the tray. Trying to figure out what could be missing.

  “No.”

  “Okay Marvin, I give up. What did they forget?”

  “Desert. I want to eat your pussy for desert.”

  “Oh, what happened to us having a meal out.”

  I laugh, “We’re doing that. But I want you so fucking badly that if I don’t leave this room without you screaming out with an orgasm. It’ll drive me insane.”

  Emily blushes, but she smiles at me and starts to move closer to me.

  “It tastes so much better than anything they could have served me on a plate.”

  She holds her hand to her chest. “You say the sweetest things, Marvin.”

  I stand up and start to get to work. We need to eat, I don’t want us to eat in a hurry, but knowing that after we’ve finished the courses, she’s next on the table. Gets me to work, as I say, “Madam, I will be your waiter for the evening. I’ll serve you and after it’s all done. I’ll please you. Better than any man you’ve ever known.”

  I spin around and give her the first dish, and her eyes widen as she doesn’t look at the plate, but only me.

  She whispers, “You’ve done that alre
ady.”

  Her comment takes me aback, but I have a mission on my mind, and I could take her now, but I want us to enjoy tonight and then afterward I’ll be enjoying her sweet pussy.

  ***

  I've been looking forward to this. I lean over her to kiss above her breast, but that isn’t where my focus is tonight. My hands slide under the slit of her dress and push it up around her waist. She raises her hips as I tug at her panties, and pull them off her legs, tossing them aside. I spread her thighs with my hands holding then out.

  The table is just the right height that I can go down on my knees and press my mouth against her pussy, pressing my tongue inside before running it all over her sex with enthusiasm. The taste of her is strange after the wine, but so much better; so much more desirable.

  Emily cries out when I first press my mouth against her, and I take her clit in my mouth and suck, scraping over it with my teeth. She rises on her elbows to look down at me, and I meet her eyes, pulling back and wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.

  “Lay back, princess and relax. It’s just you and me,” I murmur, my voice husky. She just stares at me, her jaw dropped. When she doesn't say anything, I dive back in. She moans, murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like taking the lord's name in vain, then her hands are in my hair, encouraging me. I smile against her sex, getting down to work.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Emily

  It's almost hard to believe— almost hard to accept—that after that perfect last night together, it's all over.

  I wake up in bed alone, but the space beside me is ruffled and a little warm, so I’m at least confident that Marvin slept in this bed with me. I start to blush as I remember all the other things we did on this bed. And other places in the hotel suite.

  It’s Tuesday morning already, and in a few hours, I will be going home.

  We haven't talked about what happens after our time together, and I debate whether to look for him so I can ask him. It’s the end of the weekend, I've upheld my end of our deal. My business is on the verge of closing, but now, after spending the weekend with Marvin things are going to turn around.

  That's another thing. Now that my weekend with Marvin is over, I have to start thinking about my business. But my mind can't focus on it as it keeps wondering to Marvin.

  I sigh to myself and get out of bed before freezing. My body is sore all over, especially between my thighs. I frown at myself. I’m starting to get greedy now, also ridiculous with how reluctant I was before accepting this deal at all. The fun is over, and we both have lives to get back to, and there’s no need to delay the inevitable.

  But… does Marvin want our time together to be over? Because suddenly I think that I wouldn’t mind if we see more of each other.

  What does Marvin even see in me?

  I make my way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterwards, I stand in front of the sink, checking out my body in the mirror above the counter. My face warms in a blush, my mouth parting in awe because I can see some of where the ache is coming from. I have a bite mark on my left hip, and when I look down at the inside of my right thigh where I felt another deeper ache, there's another bite mark.

  I laugh at the idea of leaving here with these memorabilia's as I reach for a towel to cover and rush out of the bathroom. My purse is on the nightstand, and I pick it up, checking inside for my phone and to see if I have any messages.

  The idea that there are messages, but I'll deal with them later. I don't want to spoil the remainders of the trip and read them.

  I leave the bedroom to see if Marvin’s in the suite. He isn’t, but there’s a note on the table. The last time I saw the table, he had me sprawled out like an eagle as he ate me as if there was no tomorrow.

  I push the thoughts out of my mind and move to pick up the piece of paper. According to the note, I’m to wait for Marvin to come pick me up so we can head to the airport. I can order room service. I’m feeling hungry enough to eat something, and make the call to have breakfast brought up.

  I order, and then I grab one of the bathing robes. I’ll get changed after I’ve eaten, I don’t feel like it right now. Once the food arrives and I’m sitting down to eat it, my thoughts start going around in circles. Not long after, the center of those thoughts walks into the suite wearing jeans and a black polo shirt. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Marvin wearing jeans. Watching him come towards me, makes me realize that he’s too sexy. Just like Michelle was telling me when I arrived, and I did all the things that she said I should do. Not to have fun, but because I wanted him.

  “Good afternoon. Wow, you’re awake!” he says surprised as he walks up to me and kisses me on the cheek.

  “That’s because you keep tiring me out,” I smile at him. “Marvin, what time’s our flight?”

  “You have at least twenty minutes to eat and get ready.”

  “But, why didn’t you say anything earlier? I could have got ready.”

  He laughs, “Don’t panic if we miss that flight. We’ll just get another one.”

  I know that for him this is nothing, he can afford to just book one flight after another, but I still feel guilty about it.

  “I wanted to make sure that you got the rest that you needed.”

  He’s talking, but I’m too busy panicking about getting ready. I jump up and head for my room. I get dressed and put my things in order, then move to wait in the living room while Marvin does the same, but his pace is a lot slower than mine. I watch for a second as he has his clothes all folded and neatly puts them in his case. I just stuffed them in mine.

  Afterward, I'm rushing out of the hotel. We stop by the reception so Marvin can drop the room key before heading outside. Again, I’m out of breath rushing, and he’s walking in his stride as if he’s got all the time in the world.

  “I paid before coming up for my things. I left early to tie up things here, so we’re clear to go.”

  “Okay,” I say as we get into the limo waiting for us beside the curb.

  Kurt is dutifully holding the door open, “Ms. Crawford.” He nods, but I’m too busy thinking about getting on the plane, and I wish that he’ll call me Emily. There’s no need for him to be formal all the time.

  “Kurt,” I blurt out as I hand him my case. The one that Marvin said that the bellboy could take and we didn’t have to rush down with it.

  The drive to the airport is a quick one. It takes almost an hour before we can board our plane, but then we’re finally seated. It’s when the plane is gliding down the runway, about to take off, when everything settles down for me. I sigh a breath of relief, whereas Marvin’s still as cool as a cucumber.

  “You panic too much.”

  “Marvin you don’t panic enough,” I say as I’m still trying to catch my breath. That’s not the real reason that I’ve been panicking, so I say exactly what’s on my mind, “Is this it then?”

  He coldly turns to me. The same way that he did when we first met in Vegas, “The deal was for the weekend. A weekend, and I give you the amount you wanted. The deal is done, isn’t it?”

  His eyes watch me closely, or so I feel.

  “I don’t want it to end. I don’t want our time together to end,” I clarify, in case he doesn't get what I mean.

  I think he looks pleased as he takes my hand and lightly kisses the back of it. My breath catches as I meet his eyes, an intensity in them that I swear was not there a moment ago.

  “It doesn’t need to if you don’t want it to end.”

  I don’t, and I wish that I didn’t have the seatbelt on, because no longer do I feel tense, but I close my eyes and shriek inside my mouth as the excitement takes over me. Marvin has said exactly what I need to hear. I open my eyes, and he’s smiling at me. I wonder if he knew that this was going to happen all along?

  I don’t care because I’m holding on to his hands and I have no intention of letting him go.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Emily

  I wait almost impatiently
for Marvin to show up after being back for nearly a week, I can’t go a day without seeing him. It’s as if I have a constant craving to be with him.

  We’re supposed to go out to dinner, and I’ve been ready for a while because I’m too excited. I didn’t even bother to go to the office today. I just spent most of the day trying to figure out what to wear and catching up on some sleep. One thing about us is once we get started, we don’t know how to stop.

  The business is coming along nicely with Marvin's help, and I have fun thinking of all the ways I can reward him for all the help he’s giving me.

  I find myself thinking all too much of Marvin lately.

  There are the occasional thoughts, where I wonder what I mean to Marvin, compared to what he means to me. He seems to care about me and doesn’t want our time together to end. He even offers me more help than we agreed on, and I have hope that it isn't just an extension of our original deal. But he's so hard to read, it's difficult to guess what he thinks, and I’m not confident enough to just come out with it and ask.

  My doorbell rings bringing me out of my thoughts. I grab my purse from the couch than head for the door, taking a second to catch my breath before opening the door.

  Marvin is on the other side, breathtaking in another of his tailored suits. At one point, I found him intimidating, but now, all I can think about is seeing him without clothes, and I blush every time such thoughts enter my mind.

  “Are you ready to go?” he asks, holding out his arm for me to take.

  “Of course,” I reply breezily, sliding my arm into his. I’ve gotten good at acting like I’m not flustered by him. Now, if I could stop the blushing habit, it would be even better.

  By the smirk he aims at me, he probably knows what I’m thinking. His eyes trace over my body, and I bite my lip, pleased at the look of satisfaction in them.

  “Every time I think you can get even more beautiful,” he murmurs, taking my hand from his elbow to kiss the back of it, before placing it back. “You just keep proving me wrong.”