by Amy Marie
I barely stop as I pass Noelle on the way out. A confused look flashes across her face until she sees the man I am pulling behind me. Giving me the best friend nod of approval she motions with her fingers to text or call her and then turns back to the man who practically has his hands up her skirt.
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Walker’s hotel is adjacent to the bar, and I’m thrilled that I don’t have to walk too far in my wedge heels. Now he is the one who is taking the lead, pulling me through the lobby.
As soon as we enter the elevator, with a growl, he pins me into the corner bringing my hands above my head.
“You sure about this?” He asks. “I can’t be held accountable for my actions if you let me get you into my room, but I promise it will be a night you won’t ever forget.”
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I nod how sure I am. He swiftly crashes his mouth onto mine, softly biting my lower lip. An embarrassing whimper escapes me as his tongue invades my mouth, first slow and then becoming more aggressive and greedy. The ding interrupts, letting us know we’ve reached his floor, and he sweeps me off my sore feet and carries me into the hallway, never letting our lips part. My back meets the door and with the swipe of his key card, it flies open, propelling us into the darkened room.
“So, your ex fucked around on you because you weren’t willing in the bedroom, huh? Let’s see how true that is,” he says while I nod my consent. I have never let a man talk to me like Walker is, but his voice is so seductive I don’t even care.
He throws me down onto the bed on my back, first going to work on my sandals. Slowly unclasping the right one he caresses my foot before bringing his lips to the arch and licking it. Then I find myself bowing off the bed as he takes my toes into his mouth. It’s erotic and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. After repeating the same on the left one he has me breathing heavily and yearning for more.
“Walker,” I call out barely a whisper.
He reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head gracing me with his abs of steel. I want to stare at him so I don’t forget an inch of his beautiful body, but he comes towards me. His naked torso covers mine as he climbs onto the bed forcing me to move backwards until I meet the headboard. The muscles in his biceps flex as he grabs my ankles and pulls me hungrily underneath him. My thighs tingle where his hands graze my body from the bend in my knee up to my core. He then moves to my hips gripping the edges of my lace panties. His emerald eyes look to mine for confirmation that I still want this. I don’t think I have ever wanted anything so much in my life. I dig my heels into the bed lifting my backside and giving him the go ahead to slip my panties off. He pulls down gently, and the feel of silk combined with his body heat sets me on fire.
In a matter of seconds, my panties disappear into the darkness of the room followed by my dress. Without warning his head is between my thighs making me scream out in unexpected pleasure. The combination of tequila and Jack Daniels are bringing noises and words out of me that I will be red faced about in the morning, except I hope never to see him again. He switches from sucking on my clit to sliding his tongue effortlessly up and down through my folds. My hands, having a mind of their own, delve into his brown hair that less than an hour ago I had dreamed of pulling on.
“You taste so damn sweet. I could feast on you all night,” he says while swirling his tongue around me as if I were a goddamn ice cream cone.
The hot pressure is pooling between my legs, drawing my breath out in gasps. Grabbing his hair tighter I’m teetering on the edge and shamelessly rubbing myself against his mouth. When his tongue slips inside of me, I lose all control, screaming out his name in pleasure. Waves of bliss take over my body as he deftly continues his assault.
“That was so fucking sexy,” he whispers as he places gentle kisses up my body. I can feel his jean clad hard on against the continual throbbing between my thighs.
In my drunken euphoric state, I’m motionless. His lips circle my right breast biting at the nipple, giving me pain that teeters on pleasure. My chest rises up to push further into his mouth. When he releases me, he lightly blows over my incredibly hard nipple, and I cry out when he clenches down on my left. I can’t take it anymore. My body is greedy for more.
“Fuck me, Walker!” I shout through clenched teeth.
Holy crap! Did I just say that out loud?
Bringing my arm up to cover my eyes in embarrassment I turn to pull away.
“Don’t hide those pretty eyes, baby,” he whispers in my ear. My tiny arms are no match for his strength, and he pulls them off my face and sweetly pushes a renegade strand of hair behind my ear. “You are so beautiful. Let me help you forget.”
I don’t say a word. I just stare at this man, who I barely know and will probably never see again after tonight, who wants to help rid me of my memories of Robert. And I’m willing to let him. If Robert can have meaningless, no love sex, so can I.
“Okay. Make me forget,” I relent. With my resolve stronger than ever I surrender to what my body so desperately wants. Forget the cheating. Forget the betrayal. Forget who I am...even if just for tonight. I feel myself letting go, letting Walker’s expert ministrations take away all my thoughts. All I can do is feel.
“Turn over,” he commands and I immediately comply. The anticipation of what he is going to do next has my body tingling.
My stomach is pressed onto the crisp white hotel sheets. I can feel heat scorching from his body into mine as his moist lips find my lower back. His hands explore my sides and grip me tightly making me squirm. His mouth moves lower. I can’t breathe. I’m so turned on that if he even grazes my core, I will explode again. His tongue finds my backside, licking along my cheeks and nibbling in between. I find it erotic.
“Please,” I beg. I cannot believe I’ve resorted to begging, but I’m wound up again and ready for release and for him to end this sweet torment. His presence is all consuming, filling up my senses, and putting my body in overdrive.
“What do you want, baby? You want me to touch this?” He asks bringing his hand around to the front. Lifting up I give him the access he needs to slip his fingers along my swollen clit.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” The scream that fills his room can’t possibly be mine.
“Jesus, you are so wet,” he practically shouts into my ear.
He circles his fingers around my sensitive core holding another orgasm hostage. I can tell he is teasing me, and I try to push onto his fingers, eager for release.
“Oh, Sally. You won’t come again until I am balls deep inside you. Do you understand?” His harsh tone coming from next to my ear and then his body lifts off me.
I’m naked, face down, in a strange hotel room, halfway to my second orgasm of the night with a man I barely know. Within seconds, he has returned to my back, but now I feel his arousal at my entrance teasing and taunting as his knees spread my thighs apart. Had he gotten rid of his pants that fast?
His lips are back by my ear, whispering, “I didn’t go to the bar tonight expecting this, but I’m so fucking glad it’s happening. You think my tongue and fingers can make you feel good? Wait until I get inside you. I’ll make you want to be more adventurous.”
Anger consumes me as the words leave his mouth, seemingly mocking. Robert made me feel worthless in the bedroom, but that ends tonight. I will never see Walker again, so what does it matter how I act?
I aggressively prop myself up on my knees, and he has no choice but to do the same. I turn around letting liquid courage take over and push him so that he is now the one flat on his back. I’m in charge. I give him the same amount of notice he afforded me earlier. Trailing my eyes down across his tanned abs, I take in the sharp V below his hipbones to his dick. He is much larger than Robert was, and I wonder how it will feel to have him inside me. I return my eyes to his and slowly, holding his gaze the entire time, I wrap my mouth around him.
“Damn it!” Strong hands grip my hair and, if possible, he gets harder when his tip meets the back of my throat. With
my naughty girl side coming out, I roll my thumbs over his balls again and again making him beg. “Don’t fucking stop.”
However, I do and tease him with his own words. “You won’t be coming until you are balls deep inside of me either, big boy.”
I give him a saucy smirk and when his eyes meet mine the sexual tension explodes. Sitting straight up, he grabs me at my waist pulling me on top of him. Reaching over he grabs a condom from the table and rolls it over himself. Straddling his hips, I move up until I’m lingering just above his rock hard member. He’s in for a ride. Literally.
I push down, slowly allowing the tip to gain entry. Even this much feels amazing and I resist the urge to take him in fully, teasing him with just that smallest taste of me and then pulling back up. He loses all control. Fingertips dig into my hips and he slams my body down on him. We both cry out in pleasure as he fills me completely. I have to take a second, my breaths coming in erratically. I am not used to the massiveness that now has my insides throbbing. Robert never stretched me out this much. It feels amazing. What have I been missing?
Once I catch my breath and adjust to the fullness inside of me, I slide my body forward letting my breasts graze over his face. His hands come up and squeeze my nipples while he brings his face between them, slowly licking up and down like he is savoring every moment. I sit back and a shot of pleasure courses through my body. I race to feel it again and again.
Over and over I rock my body into his, yelling out things that don’t normally come out of my mouth. I have never felt pleasure like this before, and I know he is ruining me for anyone else.
“Let go, baby. Use me. Forget all about him,” he says from beneath me bringing his thumb just above where our bodies meet, circling my most sensitive nub, and setting off every nerve ending in my body.
The sensation has me feeling so uninhibited, and I am rocking back and forth so violently that my head is spinning. I run my hands along my stomach and up to my nipples rolling them between my thumb and pointer finger. I'm spiraling out of control, and I want to take him down with me. “Oh God!” I scream out as the orgasm begins to tease me, encouraging me to ride harder.
“Faster. Let that sweet pussy come for me. FASTER!”
His command has me grinding harder onto his dick. It’s like two logs rubbing together trying to start a fire. I see the spark and then all of the sudden it ignites inside me and soon a shower of flames is raining down around me.
My screams of pleasure are loud enough to wake the neighbors, but I don’t care. I’m free, and I’m forgetting. Leaning back I ride the waves of ecstasy as he comes with a growling “FUCK!” and falls back onto the sheets.
“Holy shit, that was incredible,” I say breathlessly, while laying my head on his smooth chest.
“In-fucking-credible,” he whispers.
My eyes squint as the sunlight beams through the windows and onto my eyelids. Turning my head away from the intrusion, a sharp pain radiates through my skull. How much did I drink? With a moan, I lift my body off my stomach and take in my surroundings. I’m in a hotel room, alone. Last night’s events go from hazy to crystal clear within seconds.
Tripping over the sheets, I scramble off the bed frantically searching for my clothes. A scrap of black catches my attention and I grab my dress and panties. Just as I'm about to slip into the safety of the bathroom, the door to the room opens and hungry green eyes linger over my completely nude body. I try to cover up what I can.
“Oh, sweet girl. I saw it all last night,” he says, throwing his key card and wallet down on the desk and raising up two white bags in his other hand. “Breakfast?”
“Uhm, no?” Was that question? “I, ah. I need to get going. I have a...meeting...with a client. I’m an interior designer. So, you see. I have to go. Yea.” I rush into the bathroom, locking the door and sliding down to the floor.
What the hell did I do? I wanted to be free. I wanted to forget and look what I’ve done. I screwed a guy whose name I can’t remember, and I probably look like a complete child running away and lying...again.
Getting up off the floor, I use the toilet, throw my dress and underwear back on, and wash off what I can of last night’s makeup.
After ten more minutes of grabbing the doorknob and then chickening out, I finally take a deep breath and open it up. I can do this.
“Hey. You okay?” He calls from his seat on the bed, lazily leaning back on his elbows. His body language showing he is clearly fine with the fact that I’m about to do the walk of shame.
“I’m cool.” Cool? Really? I’m so lame. “Okay, so I’m just going to head out. Nice to meet you...” my voice trails off. Damn, what IS his name!
“Walker,” he reminds me, a slow smirk spreading across his face revealing that one sided dimple that I still find myself wanting to lick. “I would think with how many times you screamed my name last night you would remember, Sally.”
I am never drinking again. Grabbing my shoes from the foot of the bed, I try not to get too close to him. “Yes, Walker. Well, thanks for everything.” I turn and walk to the door.
In a flash he rolls himself up to stand and stalks towards me before I can get the door open, towering over me and pinning me against the wall with his stare. I am forced to look up to meet his eyes. Goosebumps spread over my skin as his hand skims up my arm and gently cups my cheek. My eyes close feeling his face close to mine. Thoughts of how amazing last night was have me panting and wanting him all over again. His breath is hot and just millimeters from my mouth. I close the distance, raising my chin to find his lips.
This kiss is unlike last nights. It is slow and sensual, making me rethink my exit. Both of his hands now hold my head firmly, thumbs on my cheeks, pulling me deeper into him. His tongue breaks the barrier of my lips. The sweet taste of sugar invades my mouth making me hungry for more, but he unexpectedly stops. Deep green irises greet mine when my eyelids flutter open.
“Your ex is stupid, you know? You’re so beautiful and sexy. Give me your number.” His authoritative tone almost has me giving in. I didn’t plan on a one night stand, but it happened and it needs to be left at just one night.
“No.” I slowly unwind my traitorous arms from around his neck and pull his hands away from my face bending down to retrieve the shoes I didn’t realize I dropped.
“Well, let me give you my number. That way if you change your mind, you can call me.” Walking over to the table he retrieves a pen but I’m already opening the door.
“No. I’m sorry. I needed last night, and it was amazing, but I just got out of a relationship. I don’t think starting up something new is a good idea right now.”
I push the door open more and see his unsure eyes watch me go. He is so hot. As my feet lure me towards the elevator I assure myself that I will regret not getting his number.
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The lobby of the hotel is quiet and lonely. The front desk clerk hardly acknowledges me as my bare feet walk across the washed out green carpet. I know she is silently judging me in my wrinkled dress and messy hair. As I plunk down into a chair by the coffee station I wish I brought a hair tie or at least a brush. I called Noelle from the elevator and told her where to come get me. I hold her responsible for all of this. She fed me my first couple of drinks and after that the others were more than welcome. I didn’t have to drink them, but who am I kidding, being wound up I needed to let go. The last few weeks I have been walking around feeling sorry for myself. Letting out a small aggravated breath I think about how much I don’t want Robert's cheating on me, with a married woman no less, to define me. It will hurt for a while. The knife to my heart came when he said that I was uninteresting in bed. Making love was the most sacred thing to me. I gave all of myself to him and let myself be exposed. I trusted Robert and if there was a problem he should have talked to me, told me how he felt or showed me what he wanted. After last night I know that I would have enjoyed all that with him. It’s not that our sex life was so vanilla but there was never any raw
passion. Maybe you just can’t talk that one out.
Leaving Walker's room I thought I would regret last night but the more I am left to my own mind the more I realize I won’t. He promised me I would never forget it, and he sure as hell is right. I never felt so sexy in my life. My body rising and falling on top of his made me feel like a woman in control and not someone who lets others make decisions for her. I’ve spent most of my twenties letting another person dictate where I can go, what I can do and who I can and should hang out with. He may not have realized it, but Walker showed me I can make my own choices. Even if that choice was to ride him like a cowgirl.
My back straightens when I think I’ve made a mistake. Maybe I should have some fun with him and screw the entire “wait until you are in love” nonsense, because that is what it is. Nonsense. As I’m about to jump up and go back to his room I remember where I am. A hotel. He must not be from around here. I don’t see the point in having meaningless sex with someone over and over if they are just going to leave. Knowing me I would fall in love with him and be heartbroken all over again. No thank you. A new and improved Erin is on the way and another man letting me down is not in my future.
“Let’s go, slutbag! I’ve been waiting for five minutes at the curb,” Noelle’s raspy voice echoes in the lobby.
“Oh my God, shut up!” I whisper-yell, standing up, directing her attention to the clerk giving us a death glare.
“He must have been huge, Erin. You’re walking funny,” she calls out, louder this time.
A small chuckle escapes from behind the desk and my mouth drops open. Leave it to Noelle to humiliate me completely. As if that wasn’t mortifying enough she rubs my head like a dog and says, “Awe, my little Er-Bear is growing up. Your first one-night stand. After years of dating a douche you finally get your vagina some real action.”
