Chapter 28 - Fletcher
Fletcher
Iwas confident Hollis would be joining me tonight. What I hadn’t bet on was her choosing to leave the party early—not that I’m complaining. She’s been driving me insane all night, and I’m not sure she even realizes just how much.
There’s nothing remotely indecent about her dress.
It’s perfectly respectable. Too bad my brain refuses to get on the same page.
Every glimpse of bare skin whether it be the smooth line of her back, the curve of her shoulder, or that damn slit that shows off her leg. .. Fuck, I never even stood a chance.
I’ve been sporting a semi all night, doing my best to discreetly adjust myself whenever I can. I just have to hope none of the guys noticed, or I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it in the locker room come Monday.
We reach the elevators and I hit the up-arrow and send a quick prayer that nobody strolls over before it arrives.
A few seconds later, the doors slide open. I don’t know if I’ve earned some good karma or what, but not only is it empty, no one tries to sneak on after us.
We're finally alone and I’m not the only one who seems grateful. The second I hit the button for the twenty-fifth floor and the doors shut, we close off every inch of space between us.
My arms wrap around her waist as her hand slides into my hair and within seconds I have her pinned against the shiny elevator wall.
My lips slam into hers, as my hand instinctively reaches for her bare leg, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh as she wraps it around my waist. Our kisses aren’t sweet. If anything, they’re primal as we become a tangle of lips, tongues, and hands.
I need her, especially after a long night of having to pretend in front of all my teammates that nothing’s happening between us. I’m half-tempted to press the emergency stop button and take full advantage of our alone time, but eventually someone would interrupt, and that would only prolong things.
Disappointment washes over me as the doors open. It practically takes every ounce of willpower I possess to pull away, but not before catching her bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a teasing tug.
She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes as I drop her leg and reach for her hand instead. “Come on.”
I’m practically dragging her toward my hotel room, only letting go when we reach the door as I fumble for my wallet to grab the key card. Just as I’m about to yank it out, she pushes my back against the door, her lips crashing into mine.
“You’re taking way too long, and I’m far too impatient,” she whispers against my lips and I chuckle into hers.
“I thought you liked it when I took my time,” I tease as she peppers kisses along my jawline, giving me the chance to reach behind us as I somehow manage to tap my card against the electronic keypad.
“Slow can be good, but not right now, and definitely not when I desperately need you inside me,” she says between kisses before finally reaching the shell of my ear, pulling it between her teeth and giving it a gentle nip.
Fuck, that’s hot.
My free hand finds the back of her neck and I pull her back toward me, claiming her lips once more.
With my main focus on her kiss, my other hand fumbles for the knob, doing my best to get it open.
Finally, with a little luck, the door opens and we stumble backward.
I wrap a hand around her waist, holding her steady as I do my best to keep us from stumbling onto the floor.
She giggles before kicking the door shut behind us. Thankfully, the hallway had been empty, but I’m sure we’re both ready for some actual privacy, especially with how dead-set she is on keeping the two of us a secret.
Her laughter soon fades as she sees what’s behind my shoulder.
“Fletch,” she gasps, her eyes wide and sparkling as she walks past me further into the room. “You did all this?”
When I’d made the reservation, I’d booked one of the nicest suites the hotel had to offer, but even more than that, I’d also arranged for it to be decorated with candles and rose petals.
“I may have had some help,” I admit, sliding in beside her, as my hand finds its new favorite spot of bare skin just above her ass.
She’s beaming as she tries, but ultimately fails to pull off a look of annoyance. “Fletch. We’re just friends. Friends don’t decorate hotel rooms like this.”
“We are,” I smirk. “I do this for all my friends.”
Her eyes narrow in mock outrage. “Oh, I’m sure,” she huffs before turning and fully taking it all in. “I guess it is sort of sweet.”
“Not as sweet as you,” I say, sneaking up behind her as I wrap my arms around her middle before guiding her to stand in front of the full-size, stand-up mirror.
“Nor is it as beautiful. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Holls.
Truly. And you in this dress.” I pull her into me as my hard cock presses into her back so she can feel exactly what I’m talking about.
“Fuck, do you even know what it’s been doing to me all night?
” I lean down, placing feather-like kisses along her shoulder.
Our gazes meet in the mirror. “Then maybe you should just take it off.”
“Oh, it will be coming off. Believe me.” My hand snakes down toward her thigh and my absolute favorite part of her dress—the slit.
My fingers dig into her flesh as she leans back into my chest.
Reaching up, I slide the thin red strap down her arm, giving me full access as I continue to lather her skin in kisses. “Plus, we both know it’s not actually the dress that’s doing this to me; it’s the woman wearing it.”
If I wasn’t so scared of her running away, I’d go into more detail about just how hard I’ve fallen, but I’m just not ready to chance it.
“If I’m becoming too much of a distraction, I can always head back to my room and start my movie marathon eary...” she teases in a breathy whisper.
I spin her around in my arms as her hands land on my chest. “There’s no chance in hell you’re walking out of this room before I get to bury myself in that perfect little pussy of yours,” I promise before my mouth reclaims hers.
She immediately gets to work as she unbuttons my dinner jacket before sliding her hands along my arms to slip it off. As soon as that’s gone, she yanks and loosens my tie, her lips never leaving mine in the process.
Next she’s reaching for and unbuckling my belt.
“I didn’t realize you were this desperate to see me naked,” I growl, making things easier as I bury my face in her neck while she works to undo my pants.
“Oh, I want you naked, but that’s not what has me so desperate,” she says, her voice husky as she pulls down my pants, her body lowering with them as she sinks onto her knees.
My dick twitches at the sight of her. “You look so fucking beautiful on your knees like that,” I tell her, reaching down as I run a finger down her cheek toward her lips. “You gonna suck my cock while you’re down there?”
She peers up at me and nods, but before I can say more, she yanks down my boxers as my stiff cock springs free.
She wastes no time as she takes the base of me in her hand, releasing a low, guttural moan from inside me. But that’s only the beginning as she leans in closer, starting with soft, teasing licks along the head, picking up every single drop of my pre-cum.
While I’d probably deserve it, she thankfully doesn’t make me wait too long before she slips the head into her mouth as she swirls her tongue.
“Fuck, Holls,” I curse, fighting the urge to close my eyes as this is a sight I refuse to miss.
She takes me deeper, using her hand to stroke the rest of me as I bury my hand in her hair.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I moan, as she gazes up at me, her eyes boring into mine. God, she’s so damn perfect, especially as she keeps going, taking in even more of me as her hand continues to pump.
I’m pretty fucking close, and as much as I’d love to come in her mouth, it’s not going to be this time. I have plans for tonight, and when I come for the first time, it’s going to be inside her.
I pull myself out of her mouth, and she looks up at me with questioning eyes. Instead of answering, I reach for her hands, pull her up, and guide her toward the bed that’s decorated with hundreds of rose petals.
“Lay down,” I instruct.
“So demanding.” She clicks her tongue as she stands in front of the bed with hands on her hips. “Plus, you haven’t even undressed me yet.”
“That’s because I’m going to fuck you in that dress.”
Her lips part as her pupils darken.
“Now. Lay down, Hollis. Don’t make me tell you again,” I command, ready to be the one in charge this time.
Being the woman she is, someone who loves being in control, hesitation flickers across her face. I can tell she wants to argue and is considering giving me a hard time, but instead, she surprises me.
With her eyes never leaving mine, she steps backward until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Slowly, she lowers herself down.
“Look at you being such a well-behaved good girl.”
Needing to be prepared, I reach for my earlier discarded pants and pull out a condom, but this time I’m in charge as I open it, and slide it into place.
“Now, spread those legs for me,” I tell her, as she looks up, eyes fully taking me in as I stand, desperate and ready for her.
She listens again, lifting her hips as she yanks her dress higher and spreads her legs, as I discover she’s bare and pantiless.
“Fuck Holls. You’ve been walking around without any panties all night?”
"Couldn't have you stealing another pair.”
“Too bad. I’ll miss having a small token to remember you by,” I joke, and reach for her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I line myself up to her core, and given how wet and glistening it is, it’s clear she’s just as ready for me as I am for her.
Still, I rub the head of my cock against her entrance, coating myself in her arousal.
“Fletch,” she begs, wiggling against me. Willing to give her exactly what she wants, I thrust my hips and bury myself deep inside her.
She cries out as she wraps her legs around me, her heels digging into the flesh of my back, and fuck, that feels good.
My entire body vibrates with need for this woman, but I do my best to savor it as I keep my movements slow and steady, at least for now. She’s already gotten me halfway there with her mouth, which means if I’m not careful, I won’t be able to last, and this will all be over way too soon.
I can feel her growing needier beneath me. Her movements become frenzied, her body moving in sync with my own, as each thrust of her hips becomes rougher and sloppier.
My fingers dig into her legs, as I pound myself harder and deeper into her as she gives her thanks with loud pants and moans.
Helping her along, one hand slides between us, my finger circling and stroking her clit. Her cries grow louder, the beautiful sounds only encouraging me on before her body begins to tremble, as something seems to seize and snap inside me as well.
Her heels dig in even deeper, and her warm pussy clenches down around me.
“Yes, that’s it baby. Come for me,” I rasp, watching in pure awe as her face contorts into one of pure ecstasy.
“Oh my God. I’m…” she cries out between pants. “Oh my God. Mason,” she moans, her back arching, as her fingers claw at the comforter.
Hearing her say my actual name, I’m done for as my balls tighten and I sink into her with one final thrust.
I stay in the moment for as long as possible, my entire body buzzing like a live wire, and only once both of our bodies have come down from the highest of highs do I carefully pull myself out of her.
I quickly discard the condom before turning back toward her, where she’s pulled herself into a lying position on the bed.
She no longer looks like she did earlier, when she’d confidently walked into the gala. Her once pristine hair has come apart, her lipstick is smudged from sucking my dick, and the strap of her dress hangs limply off one shoulder, but damn—she’s never looked sexier.
“Am I now allowed to get out of this dress?”
“As much as I love it, I think it’s finally time,” I agree with a sigh, hating to see it go but more than ready for what I know is waiting for me underneath.
We have a long night of “benefits” ahead, and that dress would only get in the way of those plans, especially when benefits are all I get for now.
She might not be ready to admit there’s something more between us, but I know the truth.
She’s just as into me, as I am with her.
Maybe it won’t be tonight or even tomorrow, but one day Hollis Clemmins is going to admit we’re more than just friends.
Until then, I’m fine with letting her think she’s the one calling the shots.