by Amy Brent
I caught up with her quickly, my long legs easily doubling the distance of hers, and I actually reached my hotel door before she did. Quickly sliding my card, I opened the entrance and gestured for her to go inside.
She did, her eyes widening as she passed me, and I enjoyed looking at her reaction more than I cared about the room itself.
Not that it was anything to sneeze at. The Presidential suite lived up to its name, containing a full kitchen, a sitting area, a bedroom, a bathroom, a jacuzzi room and the attached, outdoor pool.
The ceiling was incredibly high, easily going up two to three stories, and I spotted a loft over the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what the hell was up on the loft or why one needed it in a hotel room, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.
“This. Is. Amazing.” She said, looking around with complete and total wonder.
Honestly, her excitement was refreshing. Too often, I took a lot of the things I was able to do for granted. Seeing it through a set of honest, genuine eyes like hers tended to put everything in perspective.
“So, what do you want to do first?” I asked, coming up beside her.
“What do you mean?” She craned her neck to look back at me with still-wide eyes.
“You said you’ve always dreamed of being in a suite like this, so now that you are, which amenity do you wanna try first?”
“Umm, wow. I always thought I would know exactly what to do, but now that I’m here… I guess that I’m at a loss.”
“That’s alright,” I said, patting her shoulder and breaking the touch barrier between us. Electricity shot through my veins, but I tried to contain it as best I could. “How about I order some room service, and you think about it for a bit?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds like a great idea, actually.”
“Good.”
I crossed the suite to head to the first phone I saw, which was in the sitting area. Picking it up, it went straight to the room service line without me having to dial anything. If there was one thing Vegas got right, it was their amenities.
“Room service, how can we make your night?”
“Yes, I’d like champagne and strawberries sent up to my suite.”
“Of course, sir. Do you have a preference on-” The man on the phone was cut off by a huge clatter in the background and then what sounded by an alarm. I listened, concerned and confused, for a couple of minutes until the person came back.
“I apologize. We have a situation in down on the lower floors and will need to deal with it before your room service request. We estimate that we will be able to accommodate your request in about an hour. But, as an apology for the wait, it will be on the house. Is there anything else I can do to make your trip memorable?”
“No, this phone call was definitely enough.” I said, trying not to laugh but the situation was just so bizarre. “Are you alright down there?”
“The situation is being dealt with accordingly, no need to worry, but we appreciate your concern! I hope you have a magical evening.”
“You too,” I said, then the line clicked off and I was left standing there. “You would not believe what just happened,” I continued as I turned to see where Nicole had gotten off to.
To my surprise, she was standing in the middle of the room, still staring at things with wide eyes. I approached her, intent on telling her we would have a bit of a wait before we could really start having an over the top night, but I never got the words out.
Probably because she practically rushed me, and her mouth crashed to mine.
Hot damn, I did not expect that, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Her lips were soft against my own, and plenty warm. Her smaller form pressed to mine, melding into my own body as my arms encircled her.
We stood there for a few minutes, our tongues battling for dominance, until the sharp taste of alcohol caught my attention. Right, we had been drinking. And as fun as that was, certain precautions had to be taken.
I broke away, stroking her face. She tried to follow me, neck stretching out, but her eyes fluttered open when she couldn’t make contact.
“Hey,” I murmured, tilting her head up to look at me. “Are you sure about this?”
Her confused expression turned into a soft smile, and she leaned into me. “Yeah, I am. And I’m only tipsy, not wasted. I appreciate you checking though.”
I shrugged. “You know how it is. Call me crazy, but I like all of my partners coherent and consensual. After all, how else are you going to scream my name?”
Her cheeks flushed at that and her eyes widened. “I think I’d like that.”
“Oh, would you?” I asked, letting my finger trail around her lips. “I think I need a little more convincing.”
“Do you?” Her gorgeous lips curled into a smile. “Well I can be pretty damn convincing when I want to be.”
“By all means then, proceed.”
She brought her hand up only to press her palm into my chest, splaying her fingers out. She gave a gentle push that normally couldn’t even move me, but I allowed her to propel me backwards further and further until the back of my legs hit the sofa and I sat down.
Her knees went to either side of my thighs and she perched in my lap, her pencil skirt sliding all the way up her thighs to reveal some sensible, black underwear. I could already feel myself tenting in my pants.
God, she was so hot! Did she know that? Probably. But as much as I liked letting her take the reins for a bit, I could feel my own dominant side taking over.
She leaned down to kiss me, and I threaded my finger through her hair, pulling her the rest of the way to me. Our lips crashed together again, heated and full of desire. I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, scraping it ever so lightly.
She shuddered in response, grinding in my lap. My hands went behind her, cupping her ass through her panties. I was pleased to feel that she certainly wasn’t lacking here, with both cheeks falling out of her plain underwear.
But she was still far too clothed on top, so I slid my hands upward, taking her shirt with them. Her bra was just as sensible as her panties, light nude and barely padded, but I was far more interested in what was under it. I reached behind her, unclipping the clasp and pulling it from her frame.
Her breasts bounced out to freedom almost joyously, staying surprisingly high on her chest considering their size. I broke from our kiss long enough to admire them for a moment, then my hands came up to caress and kneed her golden skin.
“Ah, yes. Like that,” she murmured, arching upwards so I could see even more of her. My manhood was now aching the in the confines of my dress pants, but it was far too soon to entertain the thought of burying myself within her. I still wanted to play for a bit.
Little hitches of her breaths and moans spurred me forward, telling me what she liked and what she didn’t. I listened, winding her up as much as I could, before finally pulling her as close as she could get to me from her position and taking one of her nipples into my mouth.
Now she did gasp outright, and I reveled in the sound, flicking the sensitive peak with the tip of my tongue, then sucking. The sounds she made… God, they were practically magical, and I didn’t know how much longer I would last.
But I had to. I had a reputation to uphold and, even if Nicole had no idea about it, I wanted to keep my streak of bringing my partner to at least one orgasm during foreplay, and one during the main event.
I toyed with her a bit longer, until her moans stopped escalating and started to plateau. I placed a hand behind her lower back and turned, twisting so that I could lay her back on the couch.
Her face was now thoroughly flushed, her lips parted and her breath rasping. A pretty pink undertone had risen along her sun-kissed skin, making her almost glow against the hotel furniture.
My hands glided along her form, caressing her breasts for a moment as I made my way down to her panties. There, I slipped my fingers into her waistband and slowly slid it down.
She lifted her legs for me, thic
k thighs glistening in the mood lighting of the room, and I made sure to pause to kiss one of them.
Once she was freed, I tossed them to some other corner of the room and then slid my hands under her, lifting her hips into a better position. It took some maneuvering, but I managed to scoot down fast enough so I could bend over and place a single kiss at the top of her womanhood.
She let out a wanton sign and lifted her hips further, trying to press herself up into my mouth. I took my time however, teasing her, nuzzling her, letting her feel my breath as it ghosted over her skin, until finally, my tongue darted out to part her folds.
She was sweeter than I could have imagined, and velvety soft, causing me to nearly groan into her. Thankfully, her luscious thighs on each side of my head trapped any noise I could have made, letting me just revel in the dulcet notes coming out of her mouth.
I worked her over like there was a test on it, flicking my tongue there, pressing with my lips here, nudging with my nose in the appropriate places. I wanted to make sure that she remembered this one-night stand in Vegas and would tell it to her friends with fond recollection for the rest of her life.
After long enough, we both sank down fully to the couch, with my knees going to the floor. The new position allowed me to free one of my hands, and I put it to good use, sliding a finger into her considerably wet entrance.
She let out a cry at that, and she was already so hot and wet that I was almost tempted to take her right then and there. Thankfully, my will held, and in just a few minutes she was coming undone, into my mouth and around my fingers.
It was a long one, with her spine making an almost perfect ‘U’ on the furniture. I watched her shape, her whole entire form making a heavenly portrait, and I couldn’t wait to utterly ruin her.
When she finally sank back to the couch, breathless and sweaty, I gave her a smirk. “So, do you need a break for round two, or do you just want to get straight to it?”
Chapter Five
~Nicole~
I couldn’t believe that this was happening; the entire thing was like some weird mash up between a fairy tale and a porno, but I was absolutely going along with the fantasy.
It wasn’t often that I did the one-night stand thing, and by often… I meant this was the second one in my entire life. I’d had three partners during all of college, so at the ripe old age of twenty-three, this James fellow was the fourth partner that I had ever had.
However, said that the third time was the charm had clearly never been worked over by an over six-foot-tall, rich man. Even though it was just foreplay, I was on cloud nine and then some. Was there a cloud above nine? Because I felt like and eleven at least.
“So, do you need a break for round two, or do you just want to get straight to it?”
I looked up at him, still openly panting, and feeling quite sated. I definitely needed a minute. “Aren’t you a little overdressed for the occasion?” I asked, gesturing weakly to his clothing.
“I think you’re right,” he said, voice low. He pulled off his suit jacket first, taking his time like he did with everything, until he was draping it over the chair across from the couch. Then came his buttons, each coming undone and causing my heartbeat to pick up with each one.
Then he was pulling that off too and I could fully see his muscled form.
Dear Lord! He was even more cut than I had imagined. Everywhere I looked was flawless, alabaster skin and sculpted abs, and not to mention amazing pecs. So now he was rich, handsome, charming and absolutely ripped for the gods! Whatever had made my luck turn around, I certainly wasn’t complaining.
Then his hands went to his belt, so I sat up quickly, walking over to help him. My head swam for a moment, but I recovered and soon he was just in his boxers.
“Why don’t we take this to somewhere more comfortable?” He looked down at me with eyes that seemed to pierce through every bit of me, and goosebumps rose along my skin.
“Sounds good to me.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
With a bit of a flourish, he bent down, sliding his arms behind my back and legs, then suddenly I was up in the air. Holy crap, was he carrying me!?
He was, and effortlessly too apparently. The next thing I knew, we were walking into the bedroom, which was just as elaborate as the rest of the suite.
There was a massive bed in the center, with a full on chiffon canopy hanging around it. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked bigger than a king even, and the covers were so thick and lush that they probably cost more than several of my paychecks at my old call center job.
He set me down right into the middle of it and walked over to the light switch against the wall. Except it wasn’t really so much a light switch as much as it was an entire light board.
He fiddled with it for a moment, going to the dimmer dial first. There were a few seconds of frustration as they seemed to do everything except what he wanted, but after that, the lights all dimmed until only a few were glowing in a dreamy, star like haze.
“That’s better,” he said, crossing back over to me.
Even in the low light, I could see his bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers, very obviously eager to meet me. I had to admit, I definitely returned the favor, licking my lips eagerly.
I hadn’t felt so alive in ages. Every nerve in my body was standing on end, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to light up my brain like the fourth of July. And when his first knee set on the bed, I swear my sense of touch heightened that much further.
He posted himself over me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips, before slowly sliding down my body, peppering little pecks all over. He waited until just before I started to feel impatient, before finally settling over me and positioning himself at my entrance.
I already felt myself clenching with nervousness, even though I was so incredibly ready for him to be inside of me. Breathing deeply, I forced myself to relax as he started to slide forward.
To his credit, he went slowly, only progressing when I nodded that it was alright to go deeper. It was slow progress, but after a minute, maybe two, he was completely sheathed inside of me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my whole body feeling stretched to the absolute limit.
“And I haven’t even moved yet,” he said, smirking down at me.
“Please don’t,” I said, gasping. “At least not yet. I need a moment to adjust.”
“Take as long as you need,” he answered before kissing the top of my forehead. “I’m in no hurry.”
“Thanks.” I couldn’t help but worry that this was unsexy, that the fact that I wasn’t some experienced sex kitten would completely turn him off.
“Has it been a while?” He asked, stoking my hair. I couldn’t believe how kind he was being. While none of my sexual experiences had been out and out terrible, the two non-relationships hook ups I’d had hadn’t exactly been that romantic either.
“A little over a year.”
“Really?” He looked surprised at that. “How does a beautiful woman such as yourself manage that?”
“A bunch of extenuating, unsexy circumstances,” I answered with a laugh. I felt a strange flutter within me and I noticed that the painful stretching had eased, leaving only a sort of fullness that I hadn’t experiences before. “I think I’m ready,” I said, rolling my hips experimentally.
“Are you sure?”
I brought my legs up to cross behind his back, my heels forcing him to rock forward slightly. But instead of pain, I just felt blissful friction. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Good girl,” he said, smiling down at me wickedly before taking the lead.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he knew what he was doing. He delivered ten or so hard, sharp thrusts in a row, making me gasp with each one, before stopping and switching to a sort of circular motion with his hips.
If someone had described it to be just yesterday, I would say that it sounded like some ridiculous porno move, but now I was able to personally attest that i
t was quite effective. The change allowed me to never get used to a rhythm, to always be on edge and not sure what to expect next. And I absolute loved that.
James seemed to be enjoying it as well, harsh breaths or deep grunts escaping from his mouth every so often as the perfect base to my alto whines. His hips were like a jackhammer, pistoning into me without a moment’s mercy. But I didn’t want any mercy. I wanted him to thoroughly spend me until we both were just boneless bags of jelly.
And we were well on our way, every thrust into me causing my abdomen to clench while the rest of me was lost to the intense pleasure. Our bodies moved both against and with each other, surging, bucking, taking and receiving, until finally that white-hot wall of pleasure crumbled down around me and I was launched into the atmosphere.
I didn’t have words to describe the noise that came out of my mouth, but it was certainly a joyous one. This climax was even better than the one on the couch, and for a moment I was worried that I was going to leave my body entirely.
But all good things must come to an end, it seemed, and I floated back into my body gasping and covered in sweat. James was resting partially on top of me, partially on the mattress, but not enough to impede my breathing or make me uncomfortable.
“Well,” I managed to eek out between gasps.
“Yes?”
