Just a Fling: A Heartthrob Hotel Novella

by Kiss, Tabatha

  “Yes,” I say, completely breathless.

  His hand crawls up my thigh, pushing beneath my dress. I act on instinct and roll onto my back again with my knees still spread. Ira shifts to tower over me on one arm while the other slowly, painfully, strokes my inner thigh with an aching, teasing touch.

  The throbbing between my legs pounds like a drum in my ears. I arch my back and hold my breath, waiting and begging for him to take me the way he used to.

  “Ira,” I moan.

  “Say it,” he says, his hand locked in place. “Tell me to touch you.”

  I kiss him hard as my heart pounds. “Touch me,” I beg.

  He smiles and keeps his eyes focused on mine while his hand glides the last few inches up my thighs. It rests on my mound over my panties, two fingers curled along my now-dripping slit.

  I let out a gasp and he chuckles, our lips still close enough to graze as we hold on to each other. My voice fades off my tongue, unable to speak or form a single word as his taut fingers rub against me.

  I close my eyes, losing myself in pleasure I haven’t felt in so long — real pleasure I haven’t felt since the last time he had me in this very bed.

  Ira kisses the tip of my nose and my cheeks and my forehead, softly urging more desire to spring out of me. His hand, his body, his touch. I can’t bring myself to do anything but lie back and submit to it.

  I let go.

  I forget everything; all the stress and pain.

  I’m his.

  For the next while, that’s all I want to be.

  His hand falls away for one aching second. It returns quickly, this time crawling under my panties. His skin touches mine. His fingertips cradle my throbbing clit. I buck instantly as I fill his mouth with warm, aching moans.

  I hold on to his thick arms even tighter as he slowly kisses a line toward my ear.

  “Use me,” he growls.

  I don’t hesitate. I grab his wrist, guiding his hand to grind harder against my clit as I move my hips. Ira flexes his arm and straightens his fingers, staying hard for me as I use him the way I want to bring myself to climax.

  Pleasure pulses up my spine, practically exploding out of my core. I can’t hold anything back anymore. I moan. I twist in his hands. My knees jerk and my hips thrusts. Every little move I make brings me closer to screaming his name again.

  The tension in me breaks. I arch backward in blissful ecstasy and I feel Ira’s other hand softly cradle the back of my neck. I lie still with closed eyes, feeling every shot of electricity pulsing through my body, knowing that I’m safe in his strong hands.

  When I finally open them again, Ira smiles before planting a soft kiss on my buzzing lips. He relaxes his flexed arms and they curl around me, pulling me tight against him once more.

  I chuckle against his chest, desperately wanting to stay for as long as humanly possible. “Goddamn you, Ira,” I say, finding my voice.

  “What?” He laughs. “Was that not slow?”

  I grip his arm, quickly yanking him down to kiss me again. “Fuck, I needed that,” I say as I roll him onto his back.

  Ira moves with me and keeps his hands on my waist as I straddle him with my palms on his hard chest. I take a deep, calming breath as I gaze down at him, my eyes slowly making their way to his sagging belt.

  I lean back a bit and pull the rest of the belt free to get at his zipper.

  “I thought you weren’t ready,” he says as I slide it down.

  My desire revs but my body urges me to pause. “I’m not,” I say. “But you are.”

  I take hold of his thick cock and he inhales sharply as my fingers wrap around him. I move my wrist, giving him a few slow strokes from his tip all the way to the base.

  Ira laughs and lies back with his hands cradled beneath his head. “Yes,” he says. “Yes, I am.”

  I make eye contact with him, flashing a playful, seductive glare as I stroke him even slower. His chest rises and falls, quickening with his breath. He watches me watch him, licking his lips and flexing those abs as pleasure starts slipping inside.

  “Faster,” he says, his voice a low growl.

  “Um, excuse me, but...” I continue stroking at the same pace. “I believe I’m on top here.”

  Ira laughs. “Yes, you are.”

  “I’ll go as fast or as slow as I want.”

  “See, now, I was hoping for something along the lines of use me,” he teases. “That would have been sexy to hear.”

  I stop stroking and tighten my grip around him, making him wince. “Okay, how about this...” I say, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “You can come anywhere.”

  Ira raises a brow as I shift back up. “Anywhere?” he repeats.

  I lick my palm before stroking him again. “Make your choice.”

  He props up on his elbows. “Wait, wait. Anywhere?”

  “Face?” I suggest. “Neck? Belly?”

  “Oh, so like anywhere anywhere.”

  I smile. “Mouth?”

  His lips purse, tempted. “That... doesn’t seem fair.”

  “No?”

  “You didn’t come in mine,” he says.

  “You make an excellent point.”

  I lean forward, lowering down to kiss him. Ira cups my face, actively pulling me in to feast on my lips. I let my hand settle into a rhythm, working his shaft over and over as he passionately fists my hair behind my head.

  “Fuck,” he breathes. “I can’t decide.”

  I stroke faster. “Better start thinking about baseball, then.”

  He growls, pulling me in for another hard, deep kiss. “You’re one dirty lady.”

  I laugh against his lips and rise to sit up. His hands fall away, traveling down my body and sparking heat wherever he touches. I watch his face as pleasure takes hold of him, enjoying every tick and twitch of his body. It’s powerful, truth be told. Feeling him beneath me, watching him submit to my touch. My own passion grows within me and I begin to feel a throbbing urge for him between my legs again.

  Ira’s hips buck once. “I’m getting close...”

  I lick my smiling lips. “Where do you want me?” I ask.

  He looks up at me, his eyes scanning my body. He bites down. He feels my hips and squeezes my thighs.

  Finally, he smiles. “Lie down,” he says.

  “What?”

  “I said...” He sits up, taking me by surprise as he lifts me off and pins me down on the mattress. “On your back,” he says.

  I shudder beneath him, unable to resist the rugged feel of his hands on me. Before I can speak, he kisses me hard and fast, his thick cock rubbing so hard between my legs, my toes start to curl.

  “Ira,” I say, holding in a moan.

  He lays his hand on my mound and I gasp. “Here,” he tells me. “I want to cover your pussy with it.”

  I let out my moan as he hooks my knees and tugs me toward him, aligning our bodies close enough for his cock to touch my underwear. I don’t speak. I just move for him, quickly pushing my panties down my thighs. He pulls them the rest of the way to my ankles and tosses them to the floor. I prop my wide-open legs on his hips, giving him the view he so desperately wants, as I wet my palm again.

  Ira looks down, his eyes locked on me as he pushes my dress up to my waist. I start stroking and he bites his lip, subtly groaning as I point his tip where he wants it.

  “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, his tip moist with pre-cum. “Just like that.”

  I work him faster, relishing in the view of his flexed abs as his chest heaves above me. His tip grazes my clit with each quick stroke, sending tiny jolts of lightning up my back. I gasp and moan and try not to move but the tension builds in me along with his.

  His hands inch up my thighs, pushing my dress up even more. For a second, I blush. I literally blush. I’m not sure why. This man has seen every inch of my skin before tonight. He’s licked me from head-to-toe, taken me in every way a woman can be taken, and yet, I blush.

  “You’re so sexy,” he whisp
ers, his warm touch settling on my belly.

  Sexy. Beautiful. Words I haven’t used to describe myself in nearly a year. Surely, he sees the ways my body has changed since giving birth?

  Ira groans again, this time a little louder, signaling an oncoming climax. “Fuck, I want you so badly, V,” he says, his eyes constantly moving from my face to my chest to my pussy.

  He could take me right now. He could easily pin me down and make me his. I can’t even say I’d try to stop him, either. But I feel that same warm comfort as before. No matter how loudly he groans, I know I’m safe beneath him. I know Ira won’t cross that line until I’m begging him to.

  I rest his tip against my clit, purposefully giving myself a few firm rubs. An instant smile stretches along his face as I moan softly for my pleasure.

  He reaches down and lays a hand on my cheek. “Does that feel good?” he asks, his thumb sliding along my bottom lip.

  “Yes,” I say.

  His thumb slips between my lips. I open my mouth a little wider, welcoming his digit as he caresses the edge of my tongue. “Use me,” he says again. “I want you to.”

  I suck on him, my mind instantly imagining his sweet cock instead, spurring another flurry of heat deep in my core. I rub his hard tip along my clit, just like he said I could. I squirm beneath him, biting his knuckles as I moan on his fingers.

  Ira chuckles, his breath quickening. “V, seeing you come again is gonna make me explode.”

  I close my eyes, losing myself to sensations. I move my hips, firmly rocking against his throbbing cock as he places his other hand on my hip. His fingers dig into my skin. My heart pounds in my chest. We moan together, unable to hold back as ecstasy takes over.

  One last rub and I break all over again. Ira slips his finger free from my mouth and rests his other hand on me, a comforting weight that keeps me from losing control completely.

  “I’m coming,” he says over me, his voice a distant echo in my ears.

  I open my eyes and look down as he comes. Ropes of white shoot out of his cock, aimed directly at my wet slit. He leans back, as eager to watch him marking me as I am. I pump his shaft, forcing every drop of it onto my skin before I dare release him.

  Ira places his hands on either side of me on the mattress, breathing harder than ever with a smile on his face. “Hell yes,” is all he can say.

  I laugh as I reach up to touch his cheek. He kisses my palm and leaves a line of pecks up my wrist on his way down to my mouth. We steal another breathless kiss from each other before he turns to balance on his side next to me.

  I touch his bearded face. “Thank you,” I say.

  Ira smiles as his hand roams up my arm. “For what?”

  I laugh. “That. All of that.”

  He bites my thumb once before kissing my wrist. “Oh, that? That was nothing.”

  “And...” I exhale, “for going slowly.”

  Ira leans closer and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’ll go as slowly as you want, V,” he says. “You know I’m just happy you’re here.”

  I lick my vibrating lips. “I’m happy to be here,” I say. “Really happy.”

  “Do you think you’ll be happy to be here... tomorrow night, too?” he asks with sly, devious eyes.

  I chuckle. “Maybe.”

  “Just maybe?”

  “Maybe,” I repeat, “tomorrow night, we can meet up here again.”

  “Order room service?” he suggests.

  I nod. “I’ll bring Michelle and the two of you can... spend more time together.”

  Ira pauses, his eyes a mix of that panic and excitement they had when they first saw his daughter.

  “All right,” he says. “I’d like that. A lot.”

  He kisses me, his lips enveloping mine again, as my heart skips twice.

  Eight

  Veronica

  I slide my keycard through the reader and slowly push my door open. Before I pass through, I take a deep breath to center myself. Woman hat off.

  Mom hat on.

  I step into the room and Derrick glances up at me from his laptop. He sits on the armchair by the open window with several notebooks sprawled around him. Must be working on his book.

  “Welcome back,” he says.

  “Is she down?” I ask.

  He points at the travel bassinet set up on the center of the bed. “Just fell asleep,” he says.

  “Good. Should have enough time for a shower, then...”

  Derrick looks me up and down with a knowing smirk teasing his mouth but he doesn’t say a word as he quietly gathers his books and backpack off the floor.

  I wait until he stands back up, biting my lip as reality seeps into my buzz. “Randall’s here,” I say.

  Derrick’s head jerks in my direction. “What?” he whispers. “Where?”

  I rub my neck, smothering chills. “I saw him downstairs,” I answer. “In the lobby.”

  “Did he see you?”

  I shake my head. “No, he seemed distracted and Ira and I got on the elevator right after.”

  “You think he followed us here?” he asks.

  “Why else would he be here?” I say.

  Derrick glances at the bed, his brow furrowed with concern. “Did you tell Ira?” he asks.

  I exhale slowly. “No. I don’t even know how to begin that conversation.”

  “Veronica.” His head tilts.

  “We’ve had one date,” I argue. “You don’t dump the crazy shit on a guy after one date. Or during the first date.”

  “You two are more than that,” he says, then quickly shrugs. “But whatever. That’s none of my business.”

  I sigh as he turns around to pick up his things. Once again, Derrick manages to pull me back from the edge I’m clearly so intent on building the hill I’ll likely die on.

  There’s no guarantee Ira would even believe me if I told him.

  No one else did.

  “Let me think on it, okay?” I murmur. “I’m just... not ready for that yet.”

  “Well, you know my opinion.”

  I nod. “I do. Thank you.”

  Derrick slides his backpack onto his shoulder. “And in the meantime? What are you gonna do about Randall?”

  I exhale every last molecule of air from my lungs. “I don’t know, just… keep my head down.”

  “And you’re absolutely sure you saw him?”

  For a moment, I pause. “I mean, I guess it’s possible it wasn’t him, but…” I shiver. “I don’t know. Maybe not. It happened really fast.”

  He nods. “Do you want me to stay here tonight?” he offers. “I can take the floor.”

  “No,” I say. “God, no. We’ll be fine. I’ll close the blinds, sleep with one eye open, and double lock the—”

  A soft knock raps against the door and we both pause. I turn quickly on my heels but Derrick reaches out and grabs my elbow before I can move.

  “Wait here,” he says.

  I do as he says, crossing my arms and glancing between him and Michelle. The noise didn’t wake her, thankfully. Still, my heart races over who could be out in the hallway at this hour.

  Derrick stops and stares through the peephole. “It’s not him,” he whispers at me.

  I blow out and walk over. “Then, who is it?”

  He shifts to the side and lets me look through. A man in a black smock stands in the hallway holding a covered, silver plate.

  “It’s room service,” I whisper, recognizing the uniform. “Did you order something?”

  “Nope.”

  I turn the knob and silently open the door. The man greets me with a pleasant smile and presents the plate. “Good evening, ma’am. This is for you.”

  I take it hesitantly, shivering at the ice-cold touch of the plate. “But I didn’t order anything,” I say.

  “Somebody did,” he says with a smirk as he turns and heads back down the hallway.

  I inhale to speak but stop myself as it means raising my voice and possibly waking Michelle. I step back ins
ide instead and close the door.

  “What is it?” Derrick asks, his bag slumped over his shoulder.

  “I don’t know—”

  I grab the cover and pull it off, revealing a large, delicious slice of cheesecake.

  I exhale a laugh. “Ira,” I say, shaking my head.

  Derrick nods in respect. “Now, that...” he says, “is a very smart man.”

  I pinch a corner of the cake and stick it in my mouth, relishing in the moist coldness on my tongue.

  “Yes, he is,” I say with a twinge in my gut.

  Nine

  Ira

  I glance at the clock on my desk. It’s almost noon.

  Just a few quick things to wrap up and I’ll be out of here. Hopefully, I can make it out before someone notices that I’m taking a half-day after yesterday’s day off but it seems that most of the staff are too busy to—

  “Hey, Ira.”

  Crap.

  Faye stands in my doorway in her usual white housekeeping apron and tight, red ponytail. Her eyes instantly fall to my shirt as her nose curls up in confusion.

  “Hi, Faye,” I say, desperately trying to look busy at my desk. “What’s up?”

  She takes a step in to get a better look at me. “What the hell are you wearing?” she asks.

  “Clothes,” I answer.

  Her head tilts. “Is that t-shirt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Since when do you wear t-shirts?”

  “I have a bunch of t-shirts.”

  She blinks. “No, you don’t.”

  I sigh. “I have some manual labor to do today,” I say, growing annoyed. “Figured I’d dress for it.”

  “What manual labor?” she asks.

  I close my laptop and stand up, prompting Faye to instantly gasp.

  “Are those jeans?!” Her jaw hangs open. “You’re wearing jeans?! I didn’t even think you owned a pair of jeans.”

  “Faye, everybody owns a pair of jeans.”

  “What’s going on with you?” She steps closer, her smirk turning up.

  “Nothing.”

  “Rumor has it you had dinner with a pretty lady last night. Now, you’re wearing jeans to work? Something is very off here.”