First and Baby

30. Fancy Hotel Time

30

Fancy Hotel Time

Yes, I am a nurse. No, I don’t want to look at it.

-Nurses not at work

Natalie

After an after-dinner soup and a cheese course, we finally had our dessert. I would have said that I couldn’t eat one bite of the chocolate mousse in front of me, but we all know that dessert goes in a different compartment.

We remained undisturbed through dinner. After paying (over the insistence of the ma?tre d’), there was one more guy who came up to ask for an autograph. Dylan handled it as graciously as the first one, but then ushered me to the door.

Someone tried to intercept us, but Dylan put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the door. With Dylan standing between myself and the fan, I felt protected, almost as if he was my bodyguard.

We got in the car without any more fans getting in the way. He seemed relieved when he finally settled into his seat.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “You’ve seemed distracted tonight, like you have a lot on your mind.”

Dylan laughed and shook his head. “Actually, with you around, everything seems a lot clearer.”

I smiled at him. “Is that right?”

“I’ve told you before how close I am to getting cut from the team at the end of the preseason, right?”

I just nodded.

“I was able to play at 100% on Sunday. Because of that, they’re going to play me this Sunday, and that makes the actual season look realistic. I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on the game if not for the help you’ve given me.”

“Dylan...” I didn’t know what to say. “You’re welcome. Thank you for bringing me into your world.”

He flashed me a grin as he pulled into traffic. “You just like my world because the food is good,” he teased

“Yes, and I get free beer at your football games,” I teased back. I reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And thank you.”

“Always,” he replied, pulling up to a new valet parking space.

I looked outside. This wasn’t our apartment building. I gave Dylan a confused look.

“I figured that, as long as we had Alex watching the baby, we might as well stay somewhere else tonight,” Dylan said, a sheepish grin on his face.

“And what makes you think I would agree to that?” I asked with a wry grin on my face.

“Well, I kind of asked while I was kissing you earlier,” he said. He looked me up and down, taking in my looks. I flushed again. “And you didn’t say no.”

I laughed. “Then take me home.”

We left the car with the valet and headed in. He held my hand as we walked in. I expected him to go to the front desk, but he walked straight toward the elevators.

A guy was in the lobby, talking on the phone. His eyes went wide when he saw us. “Holy shit, it’s-”

Dylan waved and kept walking, picking up the pace a little bit. At the elevators, he scanned his card and pressed the elevator button. One of the elevators opened immediately. The guy in the lobby was still staring at us as we got in the elevators and Dylan pressed the “Close Doors” button.

“Friend of yours?” I asked.

“Everyone in this town is a friend of mine since we won,” he said as he scanned the card again and pressed the top floor button. “But don’t worry about that. Where were we in the car?”

“Right about here,” I said, getting on my tip toes and kissing him deeply. Immediately, his hands wrapped around my waist, gripping me tightly as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

As the elevator doors opened, Dylan’s lips were still on mine. He guided me backward, his strong hands at my waist. I barely registered we were moving until I felt the cool air of the penthouse on my skin.

“Welcome to-” Dylan began, and he waved his hand over the room as if he were going to give me the grand tour. Before he could start, I cut him off with another kiss. His words dissolved into a low chuckle against my mouth.

We stumbled further into the room, neither of us willing to break apart. I heard the soft thud of my purse hitting the floor, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Dylan pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling. He turned back to the room. “I thought you might like to see-”

I silenced him again, my fingers threading through his hair as I pulled him close. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming down my back.

After a moment, he tried again. “There’s a stunning view of the-”

This time, I nipped at his lower lip, effectively derailing his train of thought. He groaned, his grip on me tightening.

“I am trying to show you the fancy hotel room,” he whined, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

I grinned up at him. “Less talking, more kissing.”

He obliged, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that made my toes curl. We moved further into the room, bumping into furniture neither of us could see.

“Careful,” Dylan warned, steadying me. “There’s a-”

I silenced him once more, my hands sliding under his jacket to feel the warmth of his body through his shirt. He shrugged off the jacket, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.

I pulled back slightly, meeting Dylan’s eyes with a mischievous grin. “You know what? The only thing I want to see right now is the bedroom.”

His eyebrows shot up, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Well, if you insist,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Dylan took my hand, leading me through the penthouse. I caught glimpses of luxurious furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows, but my attention was solely on the man in front of me. We reached a set of double doors, which Dylan pushed open with a flourish.

The bedroom was spacious and elegant, with a massive king-sized bed as the centerpiece. But I barely registered the details. My focus was entirely on Dylan as I stepped closer to him, my hands coming to rest on his chest.

“Now, where were we?”

I slid my hands up to his shoulders, pushing his suit jacket off. It fell to the floor with a soft swish. Dylan stood still, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me.

My fingers moved to his tie, slowly loosening the knot. I took my time, savoring the anticipation building between us. Once the tie was undone, I let it slip through my fingers, joining his jacket on the floor.

Next, I turned my attention to his shirt buttons. One by one, I unfastened them, revealing more of his tanned skin with each movement. Dylan’s breath hitched as my fingers grazed his chest, but he remained motionless, letting me set the pace.

When I reached the last button, I pushed the shirt open, running my hands over his muscular chest and abs. Dylan shivered under my touch, his restraint clearly wavering.

“Natalie,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire.

I silenced him with a kiss, pushing the shirt off his shoulders. It fell away, leaving his upper body bare. I broke the kiss to admire him, my hands tracing the contours of his muscles.

Dylan’s hands twitched at his sides, clearly itching to touch me, but he held back. I appreciated his self-control, how he was letting me take charge.

My fingers trailed down to his belt, and I looked up at him through my lashes. “Is this okay?” I asked softly.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “More than okay,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I unbuckled his belt slowly, then moved to the button of his trousers. As I lowered the zipper, Dylan’s breath caught in his throat. I pushed his pants down, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

Now clad only in his boxer briefs, Dylan stood before me, his desire evident. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, my eyes roaming over his athletic body.

“Your turn,” Dylan said, his voice husky with lust.

I smiled, turning my back to him. “Unzip me?”

I felt his warm hands on my shoulders, then the slow drag of the zipper down my back. His fingers trailed down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The dress loosened, and I let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it carefully.

I turned back to face Dylan, now in just my underwear and heels. His eyes widened, taking in every inch of me. The heat in his gaze made me feel powerful and desirable.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hands hovering just inches from my skin, waiting for permission.

I closed the distance between us, pressing my body against his. The feel of skin on skin sent a jolt of electricity through me. Dylan’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer.

I wrapped my arms around Dylan’s neck, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed my back, tracing patterns on my skin that sent shivers down my spine. The heat between us was palpable, electric.

Dylan walked us backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back, beckoning him with a crooked finger.

He followed, crawling onto the bed with a predatory grace that made my breath catch. Dylan hovered over me, his eyes roaming my face as if committing every detail to memory. Then, slowly, he lowered himself, pressing his body against mine.

The weight of him felt right, like he belonged there. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin. Dylan kissed me again, deep and slow, as if we had all the time in the world.

His lips left mine, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. When he reached the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped me.

Dylan chuckled against my skin, the vibration sending a new wave of sensation through me. “I like that sound,” he murmured, nipping gently at my earlobe.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. “Dylan,” I breathed, not sure if I was pleading or praising.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting mine. The intensity of his gaze made my heart skip a beat. “I want you, Natalie,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

His admission sent a thrill through me. I reached up, cupping his face in my hands. “I want you too,” I whispered back.

Dylan smiled, a mix of relief and joy crossing his features. He leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. As our tongues danced, his hand trailed down my side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

I arched into him, craving more contact. Dylan groaned, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me,” he panted.

I grinned, feeling bold. “That’s the idea,” I teased, rolling my hips against his.

His hand slid lower, tracing the edge of my underwear. I held my breath, anticipation building as his fingers danced along the fabric. When he finally touched me through the thin material, I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me.

Dylan’s eyes never left mine as he continued his gentle exploration. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending alive and singing under his touch. My hands roamed his back, his arms, anywhere I could reach, wanting to touch every inch of him.

His fingers slowly and carefully pushed down the fabric of my underwear, and then they pressed against my entrance. I gasped at the feeling of him touching me, wanting more. His fingers moved up a little bit, touching my clit and rubbing softly.

He looked into my eyes, his own full of desire and love as he pleasured me. His other hand moved to my breast, teasing a nipple through my bra with his fingertips as he continued his slow, gentle exploration.

I arched into him, my body begging for more, but I didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good. The combined sensations were almost too much to bear.

“Dylan,” I murmured, my voice hoarse from need. He looked up at me, his eyes dark. I reached down to pull my panties the rest of the way down, working them off as he continued to rub my clit. When they were finally off, I could only whisper. “Please.”

He understood. He pulled his fingers from my clit, leaving me aching with desire. In one swift motion, he stood up, pulling his boxers off as he moved.

Naked, he stood above me, his virile cock erect and glistening. I reached up, taking him into my hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and the texture of his skin beneath my fingertips.

With that, he positioned himself at my entrance, wanting me to take him inside of me, but I wanted to start slow. Still, as he held himself there, I found my hips rocking back and forth, trying to take him in just like he and I both wanted.

Dylan slipped inside of me slowly, inch by inch, his eyes locked with mine. He slid his hand between us to massage my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple through the lacy fabric. I gasped at the dual sensation of fullness and pleasure.

He started to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that echoed the wild beast within him. I met his movement with my own, my body moving in time with his, desire and lust the sole guiding force.

I looked up into his eyes, drowning in the depths of his love for me. And, for a moment, all else faded away. It was just him and me, two souls connected in a dance of passion and desire.

We found our rhythm together, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around us. The sounds of our skin hitting skin echoed in the silence of the room as we explored each other’s bodies, learning every curve, every peak.

Without pulling out of me, he rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him. I cried out a little as he went deep, but then I steadied myself as my hips straddled his body. His hands went to my ass, holding me as he began to thrust upwards.

I leaned back and felt him plunge deeper into me. I reached behind myself to undo my bra, removing the last piece of clothing between the two of us. When he saw my uncovered breasts, he quickly let go of my ass and grabbed them roughly. In a few moments, he leaned up and buried his face in my chest, licking my nipples hungrily.

We writhed against each other as he reached behind me and pulled me in closer with those muscular arms of his. He drove himself deep inside of me and then looked up into my eyes.

In that moment, I could tell that he was close. He realized it too, and slowed down, as if considering pulling out of me, and there was no way I could let that happen.

“Keep going,” I moaned before leaning down and kissing him. I tried my best to rock my body against his, keeping the momentum up. I didn’t have to work hard for long. As soon as he saw how badly I wanted him, he moved his hands lower, grabbing me around the waist, and sped up his pace.

I moaned loudly as I felt him swell within me. His eyes darted around my body. He bit his lip as he pounded into me. I felt him tremble as we danced, both of us desperate for release.

Suddenly, he held me even tighter around the waist, slamming into me. I reached down between us and touched my clit, rubbing it fiercely as he put me exactly where I needed to be.

“Yes,” I cried out. “Do it!”

I felt the splash within me as he groaned in pleasure. The dual confirmation of his release sent me over the edge. I felt my eyes roll as I gripped his cock tightly in my body, my muscles spasming against his rigid pole.

After a few more thrusts, he fell backwards onto the bed, and I felt him shoot one last time into me. I moaned as I fell down on top of him, exhausted from the Earth-moving orgasm I had just experienced.

When I finally recovered, I propped myself up on my elbows. He was squeezing his eyes shut. His hands roamed all over body as he thrust gently, still within me despite just coming.

I danced my fingers up his chest. “So, do I get that tour now?”

He kept his eyes squeezed shut. “No tour. Just bed.”

“But you were so excited before,” I said with a giggle. I looked around as much as I could without losing his dick inside me. “I’m sure I heard you say something about a stunning view.”

“I have the only view I need right here,” he said, patting my butt gently.

“How can you see the view if your eyes are shut?” I asked. I slowly got my knees under me and pushed myself up, gasping softly as his cock finally left me. “I’m going to go take a shower, and then maybe we can check in on Alex and Ellie.”

“No baby. Only bed.”

I laughed again as I got up out of the bed. I grabbed the robe that was hanging on the bathroom door, then looked inside.

“You didn’t tell me this place had such a cool shower!” I called out as I saw the misting feature.

“I tried to!”