4. Matt
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MATT
W hat is happening?
I couldn’t remember the last time I got laid. Months ago, at least. And I sure as hell couldn’t recall when I picked up a woman at a bar just to hook up in a hotel room. Maybe never.
I didn’t have a night to spare. John had already called it a night, citing the need to sleep for a full eight hours for once before the start of a work week. He told me that I should do the same. I didn’t need him to remind me that I should rest up. Tomorrow would be an important day, the first one that would mark my attempt to get Gammon as a client. The first day toward becoming CEO.
Taking this stranger next door was the last thing I needed to do. Impulsive decisions weren’t my style.
But there was no way I could resist. One look into her bright green eyes, and I was suckered. She spoke so softly, almost nervously, and I knew this wasn’t a routine for her. I was a good judge of character, and she was just as intimidated to take this leap with me, a stranger she’d just met.
Yet, she was bold to go for what she wanted.
Me.
Nothing could explain this raw, magnetic pull that had me leading her onto the sidewalk. No force of nature could be to blame for this spontaneous urge to take her into a room and fuck her brains out.
It was all I could think of. Since meeting her moments ago, it seemed nothing could enter my mind.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked of her daring suggestion to consider an alternative for celebrating. “And what is that?” I didn’t slow as we entered the hotel. My grandmother owned this building, and I had an executive suite always at the ready. Waving my hand at the doorman was enough of a greeting. Once I had this irresistible blonde in the elevator, I pressed the code for my floor. “How else could we celebrate?”
She licked her lips, tormenting me with the show of them glistening with moisture. Too easily, I could see them wet from my kisses, maybe even from my cum as she went down on me. They parted, and I just knew she could read the desire that I didn’t try to hide on my face.
I stared at her, wondering if she was a dream, if this was real. The way she’d just shown up and captivated me couldn’t be mere lust, simple desire. I had never felt such an immediate and strong draw to a woman like this before.
“Well…” She walked up to me as the elevator rose. The press of her small fingers on my chest emphasized the contrast between us. Short and petite, she seemed so small and delicate compared to me. Her blonde waves tumbled back as she craned her neck to face me. I couldn’t look away, eager to let every detail of her soak in. She had such smooth, pale skin, dotted with freckles. Despite her small frame, she packed most of her weight in huge tits that rose and fell with her quickened breaths. Slender curves accentuated her hourglass figure hiding beneath her casual clothes. I couldn’t remember the last time I spotted someone wearing a T-shirt with screen printing. Hers was a bold green, with the words Shire Library emblazoned over her breasts. Those denim shorts weren’t on par with the clientele at that bar, but I didn’t care. I just wanted them off her.
She was a walking wet dream, here to distract me from work. From life. If she was celebrating a change in her life, I was all for it.
“I was thinking…” She slid her hand up my chest, making my heart race. I gathered her in my arms, lowering toward her as she stared at my mouth. “I was thinking I could give you a kiss. To thank you for scaring off that creep in the bar.”
I stayed still, closing my eyes as she pressed her lips over mine. Liquid heat coursed through me, lighting my every nerve on fire. The soft touch of her mouth, so warm and inviting, wasn’t enough. Growling slowly, I gripped her sides and exhaled against her lips.
“No thanks necessary,” I replied, diving in as she lunged up for another, harder, kiss. Gravity and buoyancy messed with my equilibrium as the elevator bounced at my floor. She gasped at the movement, too, but she didn’t back up. Linking her arms over my shoulders and hugging me tightly, she parted her lips and stayed right there, eager for more.
I meant it. I hadn’t swooped in to save her from that drunk out of pity. All it took was seeing her face pinched with worry to make me want to kick his ass. It didn’t matter who she was, what the circumstances were. I’d never stand back and not help a trapped and vulnerable woman out.
“What else?” I asked as I backed her out of the elevator. We couldn’t stay off each other. Her hands gripped the front of my shirt. I kept mine braced on her back so she’d remain flush to me, teasing me with the softness of her body that fit so perfectly against mine.
“Then instead of getting a drink,” she said between hot kisses, her pants for air whipping against my chin, “we could… talk?”
I chuckled as I caged her against the wall. The door to my room was right there, next to her, but I had to drag this out for as long as I could. She’d shown up in my life so unexpectedly, I felt like I had to treat her like a rare treasure. One I had no chance of holding on to.
It’d been too damn long since I’d gotten laid. Now that I could, with this gorgeous stranger, I realized that I’d been focusing on work too much.
I had to if I wanted to become CEO and prove my worth to my grandmother. But fuck, was I missing out. If women like this siren had been slipping under my notice, I was losing at life.
“You want to talk ?” I taunted, kissing her until she lifted her leg to wrap it around my waist. She rubbed against me, and every push of her near the erection growing under my pants was torture. Her hands didn’t go idle, one reaching for my waist and the other raking through my hair until she gripped it tight.
This woman didn’t want to let me go long enough to utter a reply. And I was all for it. We couldn’t keep our mouths or hands off each other, tossed into this flaring fire of desire.
“They say nonverbal communication makes up the majority,” she got out around hot breaths. Tipping her head back until it knocked against the wall, she closed her eyes and gave me access to her neck.
I didn’t waste a second before trailing my mouth over her sweet flesh, kissing, licking, and sucking to get her to grind against me faster. She was so short, she seemed stretched to meet me in the middle, so I helped her out. Using my chest to keep her in place against the wall, I lowered my hands until I cupped her fine ass. One globe in each palm, I lifted her.
The sexiest, low moan escaped her as I rubbed her over my dick, but I didn’t want to miss a second of this to unlock and open the door. She was irresistible, drawing me to her. I was insatiable, too greedy to stop touching or kissing.
“And nonverbally,” she whispered as she tugged my face back to hers for another openmouthed kiss, “I want you.”
I nodded as I carried her from the wall. “Yeah. I noticed. And likewise, stranger from the bar.”
She moaned into my mouth as I pressed her against the door. Fumbling to reach the keypad and not lose my hold on her, I leaned over and typed. It took me three times to get the numbers right without looking.
As soon as the door released the lock, I turned the knob, keeping one hand on her ass.
She squeaked in surprise, almost falling in with the momentum of the door opening, but I kept her in my embrace. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to let her go.
Stop. That’s ridiculous. I would let her go. I had to as we rushed to rip our clothes off. Even after, once we’d chased our releases from this impulsive need to fuck, she’d be out of my life.
One night. That’s all.
It would take the edge off the stress building up in my life. It would satisfy this carnal need to have her.
Just one night.
“I… I never do this,” she whispered, almost shy again as she alternated between kissing me and shoving my pants and boxers down. I reached into my pocket before the garments fell, taking my wallet out. I let it drop to the floor as soon as I got the condom out.
“Me neither.” I was no virgin, but work was my life. I growled into her mouth as she leaned into me, stepping out of her panties.
All that remained now was her bra, and I didn’t delay in unclasping the scrap of white. Plain, utilitarian white had never looked so sexy. Seeing her bare, those golden, long locks covering her tits, was sexier yet.
I picked her up and held her against the wall. Just like I did on the opposite side, out in the hallway, we kissed and moaned, panting for air. But this time, naked so I could enjoy every inch of her smooth skin rubbing against mine in friction. She showed me how dripping wet and aroused she was to take me.
“Wait.” I leaned over to sheath myself, carried away with this wicked impatience to thrust into her.
We’d met not even an hour ago, but this lust wouldn’t shake off. We were both under this spell, desperate for each other.
“I can’t,” she whined, gripping my dick and cinching her legs higher around my waist. Again, with my hand holding her up under her ass, she had leverage to reach me for a kiss by leaning back on the wall. “I need you.”
She moved my cock toward her entrance, so slick and warm. The second she dropped her weight against me, sucking me in inch by inch, I knew I wouldn’t last either.
“Fuck. I can’t wait either.”
“Then fuck me. Now. Please .”
She was out of control, rabid for me. And I was just as feral for her.
Holding her hips, I pushed until I was in all the way, gloved by her tight heat. Her walls squeezed me, and with a few thrusts, she was coming.
“Oh, yeah. Please. Please!”
She gasped against my lips as I pounded into her, and within a few more strokes, we came, bursting apart, groaning loudly. I shot my cum deep inside her and relished every clench of her pussy milking me dry.
It was over. Embarrassingly, too soon. We’d come too fast, pushed too quickly to fuck like animals against the wall.
Perhaps the thrill of fucking a stranger aroused her as much as it did for me. Maybe hooking up with someone like me was all part of the changes she was enjoying in her life.
I wasn’t sure how to analyze any of this.
All I knew, as I kissed her softly and gazed at her self-satisfied smile of awe as she came down from her orgasm, was that I couldn’t wait to do it again.
One night.
That was it.
But I was determined to make it a long night.
It wasn’t like I’d ever see her again, with no names shared and no details given.
Somehow, that made it all the more exciting, this temporary wildness we both gave in to.
“Were you thinking of something like that?” I asked as I carried her to the bathroom.
She nodded, holding on to me. “Yeah, but another round. Or three.”
I grinned, looking forward to getting no sleep at all.