by Miste Rayne
Table of Contents
Pillow Talk
Publication Information
Dedication
Pillow Talk
About the Author
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Thank You
Pillow Talk
Chez Luxxe Book One
by
Misté Rayne
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Pillow Talk
COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Misté Rayne
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2452-4
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Dedication
To everyone craving adventure. Take the risk.
Pillow Talk
The pile of papers and folders in her hands started to slip as Jessica Blythe fumbled for her apartment key. She braced the pile against the door as her fingers touched the cool metal in her pocket. Success! With a quick motion, she slipped the key into the lock and twisted hard. The latch released, and the door opened a crack. She clasped the unsteady load to her chest and wedged a foot into the small opening, then pushed her way into the dark interior.
She used her elbow on the wall light switch, and a hazy yellow glow filled the kitchen. The door to the hallway clicked shut behind her, and Jessica set the precarious pile on the small table taking up a good portion of the wall. Her gaze lingered on the two chairs that made up the small table set. She’d always hoped to share little moments at that table with someone special, or even just a good friend. Jessica frowned.
Stop it. She knew her career-driven life had no time for social pleasures. Well, true social pleasures. She smiled as her gaze lifted toward the computer desk tucked in the corner of the adjoining living room. Heat blossomed in her cheeks as she remembered the last online conversation with mysterious Mitchell.
Okay, maybe the man was not so mysterious. Mmm, Mitchell…Mitch. She’d nicknamed him Mitch for her personal imaginative excursions when she used her vibrator. How often had she imagined what he looked like? Tall, at least six-foot-two, dark, almost-black hair, blue-green eyes, full lips begging to be chewed on.
Oh gosh! She nearly swooned.
Jessica took a deep breath and steadied herself with a hand on the tabletop. Of course, she had no idea what he really looked like, well, at the present time. She pressed her lips together. Despite their four-year chat relationship, he’d always been very careful not to divulge his last name or his appearance.
She wasn’t an idiot, though. And when she wanted to know something, she couldn’t be stopped. With a few taps on her keyboard, she could render her computer invisible, undiscoverable. Mitch had warned he would know if she was searching for information on him. She laughed at that memory.
Yeah, okay, Mitchell Tyler. She had discovered his full name, and she’d even found a headshot. So at least she knew the dark hair and blue-green eyes were a given. And those full lips…
She bit her own lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape and glanced toward the ceiling. He never found out about her snooping. She made sure never to mention it, but oh yes, she knew who he was. Mitchell Tyler held a prominent position in an internationally known company. Because of this, she knew meeting in person would never happen. Not because he wouldn’t want to, but because his place in the company put him in an easily blackmailable position.
Jessica snorted again. She understood business politics and the gutter snipes who were always trying to claw their way to the top by any means possible. But seriously, as if she would ever stoop so low. She was interested in the man and his amazingly hot, sexy mind, not his position or money.
Heading to her refrigerator, she pulled out a bottle of lime seltzer water. She wrenched open the lid and took a sip as she sauntered into the next room. She set the bottle on her little computer desk, pulled out the chair, flipped open her laptop, sat, and tapped the power button. Nibbling on her lower lip, Jessica wondered if Mitch would be online yet. She opened the messaging app they had been using for the last couple of years and sent a single word: smiles.
The response was almost immediate.—Hey there, sexy!—
She grinned, and the stress from her workday melted from her body.—How was your day? Any fun adventures?—
—Work-related travel. Horrible traffic. No adventures today…yet.—
Jessica squinted at the screen and pressed her lips together.—Yet?—
His next words popped on the screen in record time.—You’re still near Manhattan, right?—
Her hands started to tremble, and her breath caught just behind her teeth. It was over a year ago that she shared her location with him, and after he made such a big deal out of personal privacy, she hadn’t expected him to remember.—Yes. Why?—
—In town on business, staying at a place just outside the city…this is the last night.—
What was he implying? Was he really suggesting… Jessica felt her heartbeat quicken. She clenched her teeth together with a snap and exhaled in a hiss. She didn’t dare assume, but she couldn’t resist.—Where?—
—It’s on Route 34. Chez Luxxe. Curvy drive from the main road.—
—And you’ll be there?—She typed the words haltingly, half hoping, half-afraid this could only be one of his ruses or a lead-in for another steamy sexting scenario.
—Room 515. For you, yes.—
The reply sent shivers up her spine—delicious, exciting shivers. It was happening. The moment she had fervently, silently begged the cosmos for the last couple of years—an in-person meeting.
—Nervous?—Oh, he knew her so well.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. What to say? She didn’t want to seem too eager or too hesitant.
—A bit.—Her fingers flew over the keys.—Seriously? You want to do this?—
She cringed and held her breath after she hit the enter key, not sure what kind of response her comment would elicit.
—I want you.—
Jessica released her held breath in a whoosh…and made her final decision as she snagged a piece of paper to write down the name and location of the hotel.
****
Mitchell Tyler closed his laptop in a smooth, slow motion and leaned back in his chair. He tipped his head back against the cushioned headrest, closed his eyes, and listened to the pounding of his heart in his ears. He allowed the chuckle that had been brewing to escape through slightly parted lips. What am I doing?
Opening his eyes, he cast his gaze toward the ceiling, his mind drifting back to four years before when he first encountered Jessica in that online chatroom. He’d pounced on her questions about writing, mostly out of curiosity and the desire to demonstrate his expertise, but also because he had a gut feeling about her. Maybe because of how willing she was to allow him to lead her into simple not-too-sexual scenarios at the beginning.
Over the years, he pulled her into more graphic, even bordering on kinky storylines, which provided him with endless entertainment in how she squirmed through her words
at his various provocative suggestions. He loved it. It was almost a year ago that she took the lead in some of her own scenarios, and he marveled at her creativity and inherent sexiness.
Mitchell shook his head to focus on the present. So many scenarios, so many times he would have given a fortune to meet up with her, but his heart hadn’t been ready. Not that his heart had to get involved, but somehow he knew it already was. He was a sucker for a good, hot story, and hers were exceptional. She had come a long way from the cringy no-social-life businesswoman he first met all those years ago. She had come into her own, a strong, poised, powerful woman but somehow still humble in nature. Someone he wanted to be with, even if it only amounted to one night.
The avoidance of a real-life encounter was completely his fault. His last non-virtual girlfriend, Danielle, had gotten completely out of hand, demanding more and more expensive gifts. Mitchell had done so much to try to please her, buying her jewelry, clothing, even a new car, but it was never enough. The sex had been very hot, kinky, but as much as he cared for her, the decision to break up after giving her five years of his life was for the best. Or so he thought.
That was when the nightmare truly began. Danielle went crazy. She called and left messages on his phone nine or ten times a day, threatening to share information about his personal kinky sexual preferences with his business partners and to post pictures to social media that he had shared in trusted confidence. It had taken almost all of his savings to quiet her—an ungodly sum. Even now he wasn’t sure if she might come calling again, demanding more.
Jessica was different. He suspected she had researched him without his permission, but she never indicated knowledge about his position, no hint of money grabbing at all. She even shared pictures of herself freely, something Danielle never did.
He sighed at the ache in his cock from the memory of some of the steamier pictures Jessica sent. It was so refreshing to be connected to someone so trusting. He liked the feeling that he was able to trust someone again, and he had been craving that for so long after the Danielle incident. He would not violate that trust with Jessica, and he was confident she would be respectful as well.
Mitchell gripped the arms of the chair as he stood and loosened his tie, pulling it free from his collar. He glanced toward the entrance to his room, just down the hallway. His hand drifted to the front of his suit pants and gripped his hard shaft through the sleek material. He could feel the pressure building.
Hurry, Jessica. I need you now.
****
One hour later, Jessica stood in front of the door for room 515. Mitchell answered at her first soft knock. Clad in a hotel bathrobe that came to just above his knees, he was taller than she expected, and she almost threw away her planned course of action.
A quick fortifying breath and she entered, pushing him to the side, almost dismissive. She closed the door behind her, turned, and walked down the short hallway to the open-doored bedroom. She stopped before the closer of the two queen-sized beds. With her heart pounding, she let the long coat drop to the floor, suspecting the effect her skimpy lingerie would have on him.
She turned around to face him. Stretching out a hand, she curled her forefinger, beckoning, hoping he wouldn’t notice her trembling.
Mitchell sauntered down the hallway, his gaze raking her body hungrily. He untied his robe and let it fall to the ground. Her eyes widened at his complete nakedness and at the very erect cock bobbing closer as he approached. The heat from her core intensified as it spread up and through her whole being. She felt ready to melt, but then she remembered the plan and blinked to focus her thoughts.
She hopped backward, away from him and onto the bed, her arm reaching over to grab a pillow.
“You wouldn’t.” He smirked and raised an eyebrow, taking a cautious, uncertain step to the side.
“Oh yes, I would!” She swung a large pillow around to slam him in the face just as he lunged for her. Giggling, she pulled her weapon back for another attack. He dove to the side, just missing the second pass. A pillow fight had been a favorite chat scenario they’d shared a few times. Secretly, she knew it was mostly her fantasy, but he was always a good sport.
She loved the intense look on his face, which she’d imagined so correctly, as he snatched up another pillow and began to rain blows upon her X-blocked arms. Not too hard, but enough to provoke a squeal or two. He paused after a few more swats, pillow raised over her body as she shuddered with gulping breaths.
Rolling to the side, she caught him a glancing blow with her pillow, and he lost his balance.
“No fair.” His voice changed to a muffled grunt as he catapulted face first onto the bed. Before he could recover, she was on top of him, straddling his buttocks, assaulting his head and shoulders with vicious little pillow whacks.
“Ha-ha! Take that!” She kept up the blows, laughing between smacks.
With a quick twist of his hips, he toppled her. She yelped, then giggled in hysterics as he trapped the offending pillow above her head with one hand by holding her wrists.
“I think we’ve had enough of that.” He grinned. His body pinned her to the bed. His weight was not uncomfortable, and she smiled up at him as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Okay…if you’re sure you’re ready…for something else?” She squirmed a bit beneath him, pushing up slightly against the hard shaft that was pressed firmly against her stomach.
“Oh, yes. I think I’m very ready for a little something else.” He smiled and eased off her a bit.
With his free hand, he trailed a finger down the valley between her lace-clad mounds. Making short work of the ties, he peeled the thin fabric slowly away from her quickly puckering nipples. His eyes darkened with playful intent, and he dipped his head. She gave a high-pitched yip as his warm, wet tongue assaulted one sensitive bud and then moved to the other. He licked and sucked until the ache in her breasts spiraled down to mix with the blossoming heat in her core.
Jessica moaned. “Oh wow…that was…amazing.”
Her breath caught in a sharp gasp when his hands squeezed each globe and the sucking intensified. His right hand glided down her abdomen, resting for a mere second at the edge of her lace thong to pull back the elastic.
The resounding snap made her squirm and yelp at the same time. “What the heck was that?”
He laughed. “What? This?” Mitchell pulled back the elastic and released it again. She wriggled and squirmed as he tried to make another grab for the thin stretchy waistband, laughing. One hand worked free of his grasp, and she snatched at the edge of the pillow nearly out of reach above her head.
Oblivious to her designs, he continued to lick, nibble, and suck at her aching tits. His fingers left the elastic behind and tucked into her thong, drifting lower, inching closer to her pussy. Using her lower body, she arched suddenly, causing him to withdraw his hand and lift himself up for just a second. This gave her the opening she needed to surprise him with a loud grunt and a swift pillow smack that shoved him to the side.
He rolled onto his side, snagged her arm, and completed the roll onto his back, yanking her on top to straddle his hips, ignoring the repeated thwacks of the soft yet firm pillow to his face and chest. He seemed to gather his wits with a timed assault as he caught the pillow in mid-descent, ripped it from her hands, and tossed it across the room. She sucked air in as his hands latched onto her bare breasts. His eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Uh oh, am I in trouble?” The smile was hurting her face, but she couldn’t stop.
Releasing her breasts, Mitchell held her arms against her sides and flipped her to lie back on the bed.
“Oh, yes. Big trouble.” With an impish grin, he fell upon her belly button with ferocity, blowing hard, making crazy raspberry noises until she was laughing so hard tears poured from her eyes.
She struggled against his grasp, laughing and breathing hard. He kept up a steady attack, slowly moving the crazy buzzing sensation up her abdomen and ending at her throat. At th
is point, he sat up and released her arms. She rolled to her side, laughter having subsided to hiccupping giggles.
“Ohmigosh, Mitchell. That was…so fun. So much better than our chat scenarios, right?” She lifted her head and looked over at him. Elation raced through her as she took deeper breaths to calm her racing heart.
“I agree. This is so much better than what we dreamed up before.” His hands, fingers, maneuvered along her neck, gently rubbing outward to her shoulders and then back again.
“I think the biggest difference is all the sensory stimuli.” Jessica took another deep breath, slowly released the air, and let her body go limp, closing her eyes. She felt the soft whisper of material as the rest of her skimpy attire was removed. Gravity guided her to a resting position on her stomach as his hands moved from the nape of her neck, fingers working in a circular pattern down the middle of her back, out to the sides and back. “Oh, yes…sensory heaven. Your fingers are magical…don’t stop.”
“Here’s a little more magic.” He moved lower until his hands kneaded her buttocks and upper thighs.
She sighed out a soft “Ohhhhh.”
“I think you may need a deeper massage,” he said in a low husky voice. Then she heard his breath quicken as his fingers dipped between her legs, into her heated core. “Oh, Jessica…you are so ready for me. Let me get ready for you.”
The bed shifted, and Jessica lifted her head to glance back at Mitchell. He was by the desk against the far wall, pulling a small circular packet out of the top drawer. She sighed inwardly at his thoughtfulness. He smiled at her, slipping the condom over the tip and rolling it down his rigid shaft as he approached.
****
Catlike and so flexible. Mitchell’s cock reacted to the feast before him. He’d thought her a little minx online, but in reality? Jessica was amazing, adventurous, and all his tonight. Her long, dark auburn hair clung to her freckled ivory shoulders. Damp strands streaked her face as her wild gaze met his. A rush of excitement set his heart pounding, and he felt more alive than he had in ages.
