‘I’ve never done anything like this before,’ I whispered, embarrassed that I was even entertaining the thought. I set my glass down, my hands visibly shaking, some of the crisp, bubbling, yellow liquid spilling over the edge and coating my fingers. I let go and went to grab a tissue to wipe them clean, but my breath hitched as Simon grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips. I inhaled sharply, holding my breath as he parted his lips and slowly took my damp fingers to his mouth and sucked. Holy shit. I shivered involuntarily as he sucked powerfully. My God, what that would feel like on my clit!
‘Then let me show you how it’s done,’ he murmured, sliding my fingers from his mouth, capturing them in one of his hands as he looked up at me, flames burning in his eyes.
‘Let me just go and freshen up first,’ I confirmed. My whole body was aching with need. The need to fuck. It was something I’d never experienced before. Yes, I’d wanted sex with Brady, but I’d never imagined him pounding into me as I screamed his name. This was a serious step. If I did this it could change everything. Yesterday my future had been mapped out. Now the path ahead was so unclear. I definitely needed a moment before I made this momentous decision.
‘Don’t be long. You have no idea how hard I am for you right now.’
I gulped and nodded, looking around for the toilets and saw a corridor down the side of the bar. I flicked a glance over my shoulder to look at Mandy for her support, but she’d vanished. I realised that the piano wasn’t playing. So it seemed hot sex with a stranger was on the cards for both Roberts girls today. I quickly made my way to the ladies and saw that someone was already waiting outside the door. I darted into the disabled toilet, leaning back on the marble tiled wall as I tried to catch my breath and calm myself down. This was crazy! I went to wash my hands and looked at my face in the ornate, antique framed mirror that spanned the sink, sunk into a sparkling glittered granite countertop. I looked like I’d already had sex, my face was that flushed with desire. I wondered how Brady had felt when he was about to have sex with that other woman. Had he been excited at the thought of trying someone new, or had he been nervous and full of guilt? Or maybe a cocktail of all those emotions, as that’s how I was feeling right now. I quickly opened my clutch and pulled out my phone. Some part of me needed him right now, wanted his advice. Some things, once done, could never be undone. As I swiped my finger across the screen to open my home page, I saw a text message from him.
I hope you’ve had an amazing day, pumpkin. I’m back home with Roger, thinking about you. I love you, Lisa. I’ll never love anyone the way that I love you and its killing me wondering if you’re already in someone else’s bed. Touching their body, the way you touch mine. The thought of someone else having their hands on you makes my blood boil, but I made you feel like that. I slept with someone else. I hate that it hurt you. As much as it will kill me for you to have been with someone else, I’ll never forgive myself if you don’t do it. It’s only fair. Just promise me that you’ll be honest with me tomorrow. Don’t lie to me or try to spare my feelings. If you choose to stay with me, to walk up that aisle and agree to spend the rest of your life with me, it will have been worth it. If you don’t, well I guess it will have spared you years of pretence, of making do when you were never satisfied. Nothing you do will ever stop me loving or wanting you, but much as I want you, I want your happiness more. All my love, regardless of what happens, forever. Brady xx
‘Brady,’ I whispered, clutching my phone to my chest for a moment with a heavy sigh. I grabbed a tissue from my clutch and dabbed at my damp eyes. He was amazing. He was everything, but he was right. I had to know if we stood a chance at our future. I tucked my phone and tissue back in my bag and applied my lip gloss, fluffed up my hair and straightened my dress. Blowing out a short sharp breath I marched confidently to the door. I could do this. I wanted this. I flung open the door and gasped to see Simon leaning back against the opposite wall, his arms folded across his expansive chest. He licked his lower lip again as he studied me, frozen in the doorway. I’d expected to have another minute to decide what to say to him when I returned to the bar. I could virtually see the steam coming from his nostrils as he pushed himself off the wall and took a few powerful strides towards me. ‘Shit,’ I murmured under my breath. It was now or never.
The Cloakroom
Lisa
Before I knew what was happening, hot lips were crushing mine, hands gripping and kneading my backside and a wall of muscle pressed against my body. I’d never felt urgency like it as he walked me back into the toilet, only breaking away to lock the door behind him.
‘I have a suite,’ I gasped, reaching up to touch my swollen lips. I’d never kissed anyone but Brady. He turned back to face me, running a hand through his hair.
‘So do I, but that’s wasting valuable time when I can have you here.’ He advanced on me again and I moaned as he caught me, one strong arm around my waist, his free hand palming my face as he kissed me again. This time I responded. These weren’t the tender, gentle kisses that I was used to. They were forceful, aggressive and so damn hot. I felt dizzy from the desire flooding my system, my whole body humming with need, so loud I was sure he could hear it. Another strangled moan caught in my throat. He took advantage of my lips parting to plunge his tongue deep inside me, to dance with mine. The sensations building in my mouth and exploding in my head felt like I had a mouthful of popping candy, but even better. I snaked my arms up around his neck, returning the grind of his hips against mine. I could feel his hardness quivering against my stomach, the fingers of his left hand grasping at my backside. This was sexual hunger like I’d never known it before. ‘Fuck, I want you,’ he groaned, breaking our lip lock for a moment, leaving me feeling empty and bereft.
‘Take me then.’ I blinked up at him, shocked to hear those words leave my lips. Mandy would be high fiving me right now. He clasped my face with both hands, kissing me again as he backed me against the sink unit. My hands moved to slide around his slim waist, feeling the taut muscles of his back, before slipping down to clutch his tight backside. As his lips meandered across my cheek, to kiss and nibble my neck, his fingers clasped my zip and tugged at it, pulling it all the way down to my lower back. Little sparks of electricity coursed through my skin where his fingers brushed. I’d never felt so alive and aware of my body. I wriggled to assist as he tugged the material of Mandy’s dress off my shoulders and slid it down my arms. A growl escaped his lips when he saw that I was braless. My tits were in great shape. They were the feature of my body that I was most proud of. I mewled as strong hands cupped them, squeezing them together, his thumbs rubbing over my sensitive and peaked nipples.
‘Great tits,’ he uttered, his eyes virtually on stalks. ‘I’m going to fuck those later.’
I looked up at him wide eyed. Fuck my tits? Was that even possible? I squealed as he dipped his head, his teeth biting hard on one of my nipples, stiffening it even further. He sucked and bit harder, my back arching, shoulders back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. Shit, I could feel an inferno blazing in my very core. I’d never been so desperate to have someone inside me. His mouth continued to work on one nipple, his fingers on the other, pinching and rolling, pulling more squeals of pleasure from my throat. I clasped the back of his head as I looked up at the ceiling. This time last night I’d been staring at my own ceiling, feeling deflated. What a difference twenty-four hours could make. I moaned loudly as a felt a hand skim my stomach and slip down into my knickers, brushing against my pulsing clit. I jolted as he pressed it firmly and began to rub.
‘Shit,’ I gasped.
‘So wet, Leanna. I can’t wait to dip my tongue inside you and see if you taste as good as I’d imagined,’ he mumbled between continued bites and suckling of my engorged nipple.
‘Simon, please,’ I begged, not sure what I was asking for. I was in a toilet of a six star hotel, with a stranger sucking my breast and his fingers in my knickers. This was crazy. I was wound so tightly, I just wanted to come.
He slowly pulled away, removed his hand from between my legs and forced his fingers into my mouth.
‘Suck.’ That one command had my legs trembling and my knickers flooding. I sealed my lips around his digits, coated with my arousal. Musky and aromatic. I did as I was told, holding his gaze as I did. Sucking hard, then soft, swirling my tongue around the tips of his fingers. I grasped his wrist, holding him tightly as I worked on him, just like I worked on Brady’s cock. I loved the taste of Brady filling my mouth, spilling his seed down the back of my throat. I wondered how Simon would taste. ‘Fuck,’ he gasped. He yanked his fingers from my mouth and grasped the dress, pooled around my hips. He pushed it down over them until it slithered down my thighs to gather around my ankles on the highly polished floor. For a split second I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I was standing in just my damp knickers and come fuck me heels and he was fully dressed. He soon rectified that by stepping forward and tugging my knickers down to my ankles, making me step out of them. ‘You have no idea how damn sexy you are, do you? Touch yourself for me.’
‘What?!’ I exclaimed, looking at him horrified. I’d never even masturbated in front of Brady.
‘I want to watch you make yourself come.’ He cocked his head, one hand reaching down to squeeze his shaft through his trousers. This was a serious WTFWMD situation. What the fuck would Mandy do?! She’d go for it, she had no inhibitions at all. She may not have a Brady, but she had the most amazing sex life.
‘I will if you will,’ I countered bravely, forcing myself not to cover my breasts and swollen nipples out of embarrassment.
‘Done,’ he winked, rapidly extracting himself and running his palm down his turgid quivering length. I captured a soft moan in my mouth as I watched, mesmerised. I’d never seen another penis before. I really had no idea how Brady stacked up in that department. Simon looked large, but oddly not as large as Brady. Did that mean sex was going to be just as disappointing? It was hard to believe it could be, given the chemistry sizzling between us now. ‘Finger yourself, Leanna,’ came Simon’s voice, laced with impatience. I broke out of my daze, virtually panting to see his fast, hard strokes squeezing his shaft, his swollen head glistening with pre-come. I couldn’t help wondering what he’d taste like, if I’d get a chance to take him in my mouth. My patience to come was being sorely tested, so I wasted no time in tracing a path down to my clit and rubbing it firmly. I wasn’t Lisa Roberts tonight. I was Leanna. A sexually adventurous woman who had no problem fucking, or putting on a show, for a man she was never going to see again after one night of unbridled passion. I was right in the middle of one of my mummy porn novels. If I was going to do this, I may as well do it right. No regrets.
‘O God,’ I cried, spreading my legs wider to part my puffy, slick lips and apply two fingers to my clit. I circled it with the fury of a Tasmanian Devil, my hips rotating in response.
‘Eyes on me,’ he barked, panting for air as his hand pumped his shaft faster and faster. I did as I was told, struggling to keep them open. Pleasure was battering my body in forceful waves, my toes cramping in my heels, my breasts tingling and aching. ‘I want you soaking, I want you to come, then I’m going to bend you over that counter and lick you clean until I’m ready to sink my cock inside you and ride you until you’re hoarse from screaming.’
‘Please,’ I begged. I could picture it in my head and hell did I want that. It was intoxicating to be desired so badly. For a man to want to throw me down and fuck me, instead of making love. It was every fantasy I’d ever had, come true. ‘O God I’m … I’m …’
‘Come for me,’ he growled, his eyes alive with excitement, boring into mine, giving away exactly what he had planned for me. I tensed as sparks flew up my spine, the top of my head tingling with anticipation as I panted. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life. I bit my lip to muffle my scream as my climax ravaged me from the inside out. The tremors continued to run as Simon’s nostrils flared and he grunted, watching me fall apart in front of him. Trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t tear my eyes off his hand pumping his shaft. Figuring I may as well go all in, I dropped to my knees in front of him, wrapped my hand around his and guided his crown into my mouth, gently licking his tip as I did. He shuddered and muttered some expletives, before pulling his hand away and clasping the back of my head. The scent of him was heady and I sucked eagerly. I’d never had any complaints about my blow job technique and it seemed I wasn’t going to get any tonight. After a few rough and forceful pumps he groaned, ramming himself right into the back of my throat, unleashing a torrent of come that I swallowed without a second thought. ‘Jesus,’ he uttered.
I felt him gently pulling my head away, then he helped me to my feet, his lips crashing back down onto mine in a heated and frenzied kiss. His hands roved all over my body, never sure where to stop or what to grope next. I nearly fell over as he quickly spun me around, one hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to fold myself over the sink. ‘Simon?’
‘The scent of you is driving me insane. I need to bury my face in you, drink you dry and have your legs shake around my ears. By the time I’m done, you’ll be primed to take my cock. Christ, if I thought I loved your tits, they have nothing on this arse of yours,’ he exclaimed, his palms sweeping over it and fingers crudely squeezing. I turned my cheek on the cool granite countertop, closing my eyes as I felt him glide down the back of my body to kneel on the floor behind me. ‘Spread them wider, I want to see it all.’
I did as I was told, sliding each foot further apart, shivering as the air conditioning took away some of the heat that was converging between my thighs. I’d never had oral from behind, always on my back. Now Brady was skilled when it came to his tongue, I wondered if I was about to be disappointed. Brady! I was suddenly hit with a ball of guilt. What I was doing was wrong. Permission or no permission. ‘Simon, I can’t … shit,’ I cried, cut off mid-sentence as he did as he’d threatened and buried his face into my pussy. If I thought I’d felt the peak of his powers of suction on my nipple, I was very wrong. Tears prickled at my eyes as he sucked and used his teeth to gently bite my oversensitive clit, sliding two fingers deep inside me at the same time to caress my g-spot. O hell. Simon was skilled. I was well and truly fucked. All thoughts of guilt were erased as he built me higher and higher, lashing, nibbling, sucking and nipping. My hands stretched upwards, fingers curling tightly around the taps. I needed something to grip hard, to try and help muffle the screams that I wanted to expel. I thrust back against his probing fingers, wondering how much better his cock would feel inside me. I was on the verge of coming when he slowly extracted them and I heard him sucking them clean with a groan. He returned to fuck me with his tongue. I could feel my excitement coating his face, easing the prickle of his stubble rubbing my inner thighs. Whimpers and mewls spewed from my mouth as he expertly ate me. My whole body tensed in an instant as I felt him grip my backside and spread my cheeks wide, his tongue slowly trailing upwards.
‘Simon?’ I squeaked, frantically looking around behind me, unable to see anything to reassure me.
‘I love your backside, Leanna. I want to taste all of you, fuck all of you,’ he groaned, the tip of his tongue circling my very intimate and puckered opening. My eyes widened in horror and surprise as he licked and probed forcefully. Was that normal? Did people do stuff like that? Brady and I never had. Right now I was wondering why the hell not. It was disgusting, but at the same time so dirty and … amazing. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly, my fingers turning white from gripping the taps so tightly. As he lapped at me, he buried his index finger back in my pussy, pumping and turning it a few times. Before I knew what was happening, I felt pressure and flowered open as he sank his finger into my backside, knuckle deep.
‘O God!’ I cried, clenching tightly.
‘So damn tight, I can’t wait to slide my cock into your arse, Leanna. I’m not sure which, of your pussy or backside, I want the most.’ His voice was low and husky, belying just how turned on he wa
s at the thought of it. I trembled as he slid his finger in and out, I’d never experienced anything like it. I had no idea I was so sensitive back there, how many dense nerve endings I had that could bring so much pleasure.
‘I’ve never … this is …’
‘You’re an anal virgin?’ he asked, wonder in his voice.
‘Yes,’ I whispered, embarrassed.
‘Even better,’ he groaned. ‘Pussy now, arse later. I have lubricant in my room.’
‘You usually travel to hotels with lubricant, looking for a score?’ I panted, figuring there was no point being insulted. This was just sex, nothing more.
‘Always helps to be prepared,’ he chuckled. ‘But no, I don’t always “score” as you put it. I’m not attracted to every woman I see, they have to have something about them. Like you. I could fuck this arse all day and never grow tired.’
‘I thought you wanted to fuck my tits,’ I reminded him, pushing back against his probing finger, desperate for more incredible sensations.
‘I’m going to have all three. Tits, arse and pussy. You’re going to be thoroughly fucked tonight, Leanna.’ He twisted himself under me, planting his face back on my clit as his finger continued to thrust gently, exploring unchartered territory. I squeezed my thighs around his cheeks as I flexed against his mouth, riding his face like a Cheltenham Cup winner. I needed to come. Now. It didn’t take long before I shattered above him, not caring this time who heard my cries of pleasure, or that I was soaking his face with my climax. I felt totally uninhibited for the first time in my life. I was a sexual woman, I had needs. There was nothing wrong with having them fulfilled, even if it was by a total stranger. As I lay trembling, I felt him slide out from under me, then the tear of foil. Looking in the mirror I saw him tear at a condom with his teeth. He quickly covered his already erect penis and stood behind me, angling it towards my well lubricated entrance. ‘Hold on tight,’ he warned. I nodded and braced myself, still unprepared for the force at which he slammed into me, his fingers boring holes into my hips. My muscles tensed around him.
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