Chapter 7
Zara
Dear Sandra,
I know I told you I would never have a one-night stand. I know I told you I didn’t believe in casual sex, but I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. There’s something so freeing about giving yourself completely to a man and having no inhibitions. No concerns over jiggling thighs or flopping bellies, or sagging boobs. No thoughts over whether or not I shaved well or smell. When you have a one-night stand, you do not care, nor do they. It’s carnal and pure lust. And it’s a feeling that can’t be beat.
Though I don’t know if that’s because I had a one-night stand itself. Or because it was with Zeus. Oh, glorious, demanding, and incredibly well-endowed Zeus.
Miss you,
Zara
Zeus hashis arms around my waist and his lips on my neck. His fingers are running up and down my stomach, and I can feel his hardness against my ass. However, all I can think about is the way his entire body language changed when I mentioned Ethan Rosser’s name. Like he thought I was some sort of groupie that had been after Ethan because he was the most eligible bachelor in the city. Maybe he’s a someone as well and now subsequently thinks I am after him. Even though I have no clue who he is.
I am peeved, but not enough to tell the taxi driver to pull over and let me out.
“You smell like honey.” Zeus blows into my ear as his hands creep up, pull down my bra cups, and squeeze my breasts. I quite like the feel of his palms as they rub against my nipples, but I’m fully aware of the fact that the driver keeps checking his rearview mirror and has a front row seat to everything that is going on. I am not going to think about it.
“Honey?” I giggle as I wiggle on his lap, enjoying the hard feeling pushing up on my ass. He pinches my nipples, and I shiver as he pushes his other hand downward toward the top of my jeans. I swat it away, not because I don’t want this man making me come as quickly as possible, but because I don’t know if the camera I noticed on the dashcam is recording. I do not want to find myself plastered on some taxi driver porno site. Well, any porn site, to be honest.
“Intoxicatingly sweet,” he growls, and I moan as the tips of his fingers quickly undo the button on my jeans and find their way between my legs. I close my eyes and give in to the frissons of pleasure coursing through my body. “So you are wearing panties,” he growls as he rubs the thin material and shifts me on his lap so his fingers can move down further.
I lean my head back on his shoulder, and I feel him slip two fingers inside my panties. I bite down on my lower lip as he finds my wetness, and I close my eyes. I can dissect all the bad decisions I make tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even include this adventure in my online love column. It’s an anonymous column, so it’s not like anyone in my real life would find out and judge me. The only two people that know I write the column are Lila and Elise and I’ll tell them about tonight anyway.Elise will be shocked to hear that her “nun-like” older sister has finally gotten some with a stranger. Lila will probably dance a jig.
“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” Zeus squeezes my hips and moves me back up against him, and I gasp as he bounces me on his lap, on his hardness as he rubs my clit gently. Zeus is not playing around and I am enjoying the ride. I can feel the cool air on my breasts as he continues touching me, and then I make the mistake of opening my eyes. I see the taxi driver gawking, and I look away quickly. My face heats up, and I squeeze Zeus’s wrist. I turn to look at him and pull my bra back up. I nod toward the taxi driver, and Zeus chuckles as he pulls his fingers out, and I quickly button up my jeans. I’m disappointed that he’s no longer touching me, but I’m not drunk enough to orgasm in full view of someone else. He’s already seen far too much. Instead, I shift on Zeus’s lap and kiss him. There’s something about making out with a hot stranger that can make time stand still.
The taxi pulls over about ten minutes later and screeches to a halt.
“Here. That’ll be twenty-five dollars.” He grunts, and Zeus pulls out a hundred-dollar bill and hands it to him.
“Keep the change,” he says as if a seventy-five-dollar tip is nothing. He lifts me off his lap and jumps out of the taxi, holding the door open for me and grinning as we get out. “Welcome to Fifth Avenue.” He winks as he slams the door shut, and I gaze up at the bright lights on the awning of The Plaza Hotel. There are five flags above the entrance hanging proudly. I take a deep breath as he takes my hand and guides me toward the stairs so we can enter. An elderly doorman in a long black blazer with gold trim rushes to open the door to let us in. He nods slightly and Zeus thanks him as he hands him another hundred-dollar bill.
I try not to gasp as we enter. The ice-white marble floors are shiny and glimmer with the reflection of the grandiose crystal chandeliers that hang from the gold and cream tray ceilings. The tall windows are adorned with dark red curtains, and for a few moments, I feel like I’ve stepped into a fairy tale. I take a deep breath, and the smell of gardenias fills my nostrils.
I am in heaven. There are no toys strewn across the ground, dirty clothes, or stacks of dishes. I debate asking Zeus if this can become my new home, but I don’t want him to take the joke the wrong way.
“Let’s get a room.” Zeus doesn’t seem to notice how in awe I am as he approaches the front desk for us to check-in. So, he’s not actually staying here then. It strikes me that he doesn’t want me to see his home, and for a few momentary moments, I wonder if he is a married man. My eyes dart to his ring finger. It’s bare, and there are no tan lines. I think I’m okay. Maybe he’s just ashamed, like me, that his place is messy or small, though I doubt it. The way he’s been dropping hundred-dollar bills indicates that he’s got money. Especially because I’ve noticed he’s wearing a Rolex watch and fine Italian leather shoes.
“Good evening, welcome to The Plaza. Are you checking in this evening, sir?” A woman around my age greets us as we step forward. Her hair is slicked back, and she looks tired, but she has a pleasant smile on her face. I wonder if she’s wondering if I’m a prostitute or not. My face goes red at the thought as I straighten and button up my shirt.
“I’d like your best available suite, preferably with a view of Central Park.” Zeus waits for her as she quickly types into her computer.
“We have the Carnegie suite available.” She beams. “It’s?—”
“I’ll take it.” Zeus takes out a black AmEx. “Give me two nights. We might have a late checkout.” He grins at me, and I blush.
“It’s three thousand, five hundred and ten dollars a night, sir,” she says quickly, and he shrugs as I blanch at the cost.
“That’s fine.”
“The total will be eight thousand fifty-four dollars and ten cents.” She picks up his card, and he nods. I want to tell him that we can go back to my place after all, and he can give me the eight grand, but there’s no way in hell I’d feel brave enough to say that. Though eight grand would go so far.
“One room key or two?”
“One.” He chuckles as if that’s a stupid question.
“Perfect. May I have your driver’s license, please?” she asks politely, and he hands it over to her. “The Carnegie suite has a spectacular partial view of Central Park and comes with a king bed, spacious living room, and a powder room. You will also have access to our white glove butler service.”
“We won’t be needing it, will we?” He squeezes my ass, and I gasp as he leans down to kiss me. “All we need is the bed and maybe the bathtub.”
I press my lips together, and my eyes widen as I think of something.
“What is it?” he asks, frowning at my hesitation.
“Do you have… you know?” I whisper, and he throws his head back and laughs.
“I’m well prepared.” He grins. “I take it you’re not on birth control,” he says loudly, and I see the front desk lady giving us a look.
“Even if I was, I don’t know where you’ve been,” I say quickly. I’m not dumb enough to have unprotected sex with a one-night stand.
“Touché.” He nods, his eyes glowing. “Don’t worry, honey pussy, I’ve got it taken care of.” He says pussy like it’s a foreign word, and I can’t stop myself from blushing.
I stare at him in shock at how loud he’s being and look down as I notice the front desk lady now has her mouth open. I squeeze his hand, and he laughs. He thinks this whole thing is hilarious. If I didn’t find him so irresistibly handsome, I might have told him off for embarrassing me, but at this point, I’m too horny to care. I will never see her again, and after tonight, I’ll never see him either. Let him blow up his credit card bill to have sex with me. Frankly, it’s giving my ego a boost to know he’s willing to spend so much money just to bed me.
I haven’t even gone on a date where the man’s spent more than a hundred dollars to impress me, but that’s not saying much because I’ve dated a bunch of losers in the past.
“Here’s your door key, sir.” The front desk attendant hands Zeus a small envelope. “Do you need to be shown?—”
“I know how to get up there.” He cuts her off. “Thank you.” He turns to me and grabs my face. “Get ready to pretend you’re in Dirty Dancing.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll have you singing.”
“Singing what?”
“‘I’ve Had The Time of My Life.’” He chuckles. “That song is from that movie, right?”
I roll my eyes. “I just hope I’m not telling Lila that I felt like I was in Apocalypse Now.”
“You watch war movies?”
“No.” I laugh. “Not willingly. You?”
“We’re not making small talk about movies right now.” He lowers his voice and grabs my hand. Wordlessly, I follow him across the lobby to the elevator. We stop outside a gold-trimmed elevator, and my heart jumps in symphony with the ding of the doors as they open. Zeus steps forward and then turns to me with a deep, dark, and dangerous look of desire in his eyes. “Are you coming?” he asks, and I nod once before stepping in. The doors close, and he pushes me against the mirrored wall, pressing his lips to my neck. “Fuck, I thought we’d never get here.” He grunts as his hands slip around my waist and squeeze my ass. He pushes his hardness into me, and I revel in the feeling as his fingers run down the front of my top and then tug. The cheap buttons fall off easily as he rips the material and gawks at my heaving breasts. The entire moment feels surreal, and I can barely believe I’m the one here with this gorgeous stranger.
”What are you doing?” I ask, my voice sounding like a strangled cat as I pant in the small enclosed space. A little voice in my head is telling me I’m being rash and slutty, while another voice is telling me that this is all my fantasies come true in one go.
”What does it look like I”m doing?” he asks, grinning. His hand reaches up to slide the top of my bra down.
”We”re not in the room yet,” I say, shaking my head quickly. ”What if the elevator stops and…”
”And nothing,” he says. ”Do you know what time of night it is? No one”s going to catch us. And if they do…”
”What? You”ll just give them a hundred-dollar bill.” He smirks and chuckles at my quick response.
”You catch on pretty quickly.”
”Yeah. Well, I don”t really want anyone seeing me in an elevator having sex. I mean, the cab driver already saw my boobs and you fingering me.”
“My fingers were not inside of you.” He lowers his mouth to mine. ”And we”re not going to have sex in the elevator,” he murmurs. ”This is just an appetizer.”
”What do you mean, this is just an appetizer?” I say as his hand slips into the cup of my bra and plays with my nipple. ”You really shouldn”t be…”
”Are you telling me you don”t like this?”
”No, that”s not what I”m saying, but…”
”Are you that nervous that we”re going to get caught?”
”Yeah. We”re at The Plaza Hotel. I do not need to be on the news as some skank that got caught in the elevator of the Plaza Hotel with some rich dude.”
”With some rich dude?” He raises an eyebrow. ”Is that your way of asking me if I”m rich or your way of telling me that you know I”m rich?”
”I think it”s fairly obvious that you”re rich. We”re at The Plaza Hotel for two nights!” I exclaim.
”Okay, I guess you got that right.” The elevator bell dings again and stops. ”And now you don”t have to worry because this is our floor.”
”You are absolutely crazy. You know that, right?”
”I don”t know that I”ve ever been called crazy before, but I want you, and I think it”s fairly obvious that you want me too, so why shouldn”t we enjoy each other?”
”I”m here, aren”t I? Obviously, I want to enjoy you as well, but…”
”But nothing,” he says, grasping my hand and pulling me out of the elevator. ”Don”t worry, little honey bee. I won”t make you come in public if you don”t want to.”
”Who says you”re going to make me come, period?”
”I”d bet money on it,” he says, grinning as we walk down a long corridor.
”You”d bet money on the fact that you”re going to make me come?”
”Yeah, and I”m willing to shake on it if you are.”
”I don”t have any money to lose,” I say quickly.
”Okay, so then maybe you bet something else.”
”Like what?” I blink at him. ”I”m not going to let you choke me; I”m not into that.”
”I don”t want to choke you.”
”And I”m not going to let you do me up the ass because I barely know you.” This makes him laugh.
”I wasn”t going to ask to do you up the ass. I haven”t even done you up front.”
“I don’t want to dress up as a My Little Pony.”
“What?” He frowns, and I let out a small sigh of relief.
“Nothing.”
“I can’t wait to be inside of your very wet pussy.”
”What?”
”Do you not like it when I say wet pussy?” We stop outside a door. He presses the key card against the door pad, and the beep and green light indicate the door has unlocked. He opens it and steps inside. ”Come on,” he demands.
”Um…”
”Um, what? Don”t tell me that you”re going to say no to tonight because I talked about your wet pussy?”
”I can”t believe you keep saying those words.”
”Would you rather I talk about my hard cock?”
”No, I…”
”We”re adults, aren”t we?” he says. ”And my hard cock”s going to be in your wet pussy very quickly.”
I forget about his crude language and hurry over to look out at the view of the twinkling lights of New York City at night on this clear evening. He pulls me into him, and I almost forgot I was with him, lost in the grandeur of the suite and the view. ”What?” I say.
”We”ve done enough talking, and we”ve done enough observing,” he says. ”Now, let”s get down to business.”
”Why do I feel like this is a transaction?” I ask, staring up at him. He looks down at me for a couple of seconds, pushes some stray hair behind my ear, and shakes his head.
”I don”t know why you feel like this is a transaction because all I want is for you to feel like a woman,” he says. ”A very beautiful woman.” His eyes grow soft as he reaches for my shirt and pulls it off of my arms. I”m standing in the middle of a suite at The Plaza in my bra, and my heart is racing faster than it”s ever raced before. My phone beeps then, and I wonder who it is.
”Your friend knows you left with me, right?”
”Yeah, but she most probably didn”t actually think I’d go through with it.”
”Do you want to answer it?”
”No,” I say, shaking my head.
”Good, you”re learning.” He leans down and kisses me on the lips. ”And for that, you shall get a reward.”
”A reward, huh? What, a hundred dollars?”
”No,” he says. ”Our time together is worth so much more than that.”
”I guess so. I hope that I am worth the expensive hotel and…”
”Oh, you will be,” he says. His phone beeps then, and he mutters something under his breath.
”Do you need to check that?”
”No,” he growls, looking annoyed for a couple of seconds.
”Oh my God. Please, you”re not married, right? You said you”re not married.”
”I”m not married.”
”You”re not in a situationship?”
”I don”t even know what a situationship is.” He shakes his head.
”And you don”t have a girlfriend?”
”No girlfriend.”
”Friends with benefits?”
”Friends with benefits?” He looks at me like he”s never heard the term before. ”Do I look like the sort of man that has friends with benefits?”
”Yes,” I say, nodding my head emphatically. ”You look like the sort of man that has several friends with benefits.”
”Eh,” he says, grinning. ”Now, let”s take that bra off.” He steps forward, and I feel his warm, hard hands on my back, reaching up to unclasp my bra. He slides it off, and within seconds, I”m standing there nude from the waist up. ”Beautiful,” he says as he leans over and kisses my shoulder and then my collarbone. I feel his tongue licking down the valley between my breasts, and then I freeze as his lips suckle on my nipple, and he lightly bites my nipple.
”That hurt.” I moan.
”But doesn”t it feel so pleasurable as well?” he says as his fingers start playing with my other nipple.
”Yes,” I say, delirious.
”I”m going to show you such a good time,” he says. Before I know what he”s doing, he picks me up and he carries me toward the king-size bed. I watch as he gets rid of the rest of my clothes, and then I”m lying on the soft, king-sized bed, naked. His face is illuminated by the streetlights shining through the window, and as I stare at him, he reminds me of a handsome film star from the 1940s. His green eyes glitter as he quickly takes off his clothes and then clambers onto the bed next to me. He picks up my foot and starts massaging it, and I wonder what he”s doing. ”I want you to feel relaxed,” he says. ”I want you to feel one with the moment. I want you to feel one with me.”
”Um, okay?” I say but moan as he massages away my tension and stress. I don”t know what he”s doing or if he”s a professional masseuse or what, but it feels amazing. And then he spreads my legs, and his gaze focuses downward. ”I like it,” he says. ”Not too much hair, but not bare.” He shudders. ”I hate it bare.”
”Good to know.”
”This is perfect.” He bites down on his lip and then presses his mouth against my inner thigh and kisses upward. I close my eyes as he holds me still with his hands on the top of my thighs and spreads them even wider. ”Oh, shit,” I moan as I feel his tongue on the tip of my clit, and I know he can feel just how wet I am. He doesn”t say anything. Instead, he sucks and licks, and I can feel the pleasure in my body building up. Then he sticks his tongue inside of me, and my body shudders. He grunts as he continues licking and sucking me; I reach down and grab his soft, silky hair and pull it. I know I”m about to come. ”You can do it, baby,” he says, softly looking up at me and for a couple of seconds, his eyes glance into mine, and we just look at each other. And then he buries his head in my pussy again, and I feel myself coming hard and fast. ”Oh, yeah. Oh, you taste like honey. I knew you would.” He grunts as he laps me up.
After I orgasm, he kisses my stomach and makes his way toward my face. When he presses his lips against mine, I can taste myself on him, but for some reason, I”m not disgusted. For some reason, I want to feel him inside of me. I reach my fingers to the back of his shoulders and squeeze and dig my nails in as I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit, waiting to glide in.
”I knew you”d be wet,” he said, ”but I didn”t know you”d feel this good.” He grumbles something as he reaches over, and a condom packet appears from out of nowhere. He quickly tears it open and slips it on his hard cock. I reach down and run my fingers across his balls, and he grunts before positioning his cock at my entrance again. ”I”m going to fuck you so good, Zara.”
”Okay,” I whisper to him.
”Okay, what?” he says, glancing down at me, the tip of his hard cock positioned at my opening.
”Okay, Zeus. Fuck me.” I cry out in pleasure as he thrusts into me hard and fast, and my entire body feels like it”s on top of a mountain, and the mountain is about to come crumbling down to the ground. I don”t even care.
”Jump off with me,” he says as he grabs my hand, and our bodies tremble together as he thrusts in and out of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth in time with the thrusts. Then he lowers himself down so that his chest is crushed against my breasts, halting their movements. I reach to the back of his neck and kiss him passionately as he increases the pace, and I find myself screaming when he pulls out of me. ”Don”t worry, I”m not done,” he says as he turns me over. He pulls my ass back and up in the air, and then I feel him sliding in from behind. ”Fuck, I love it doggy style.” He grunts, reaches underneath me, and starts playing with my breasts as he continues sliding in and out of me.
”Oh, shit,” I groan as I feel him tense slightly and then pound into me a couple more times. I scream out as I orgasm, and he lets out a long, drawn-out breath before I feel him shuddering behind me.
”Fuck, yeah,” he says. A couple of seconds later, he pulls out, and I turn my head back as he pulls the condom wrapper off and dumps it to the side of the bed. He lies on his back, wipes his forehead, and then looks at me. ”That was fucking hot,” he says. ”What do you think?”
”I think that was perhaps…”
”The best night of your life,” he finishes my sentence, and I stare at him for a couple of seconds.
”Cocky much?”
”Hey, I”m just saying it like I see it. You almost screamed the hotel down.”
”I didn”t almost scream the hotel down. I just…”
”You”re a screamer. I like it,” he says. ”It lets me know I”m doing a good job.”
”I”m sure there are plenty of women who let you know you”re doing a good job.”
”But none of them are as sexy as you,” he says as he bites down on his lip and then reaches over and runs his fingers across my belly. ”Give me ten minutes, and then we can go again.”
”Who says I want to go again? Maybe I want to go home.”
”We didn”t come all the way to The Plaza Hotel for one and done,” he says incredulously. ”We both know that.”
”You know, you”re totally not the sort of guy I would normally go for,” I tell him.
”And you”re not the sort of woman I would normally go for,” he says. ”But we”re both here and we are both committed to having the night of our life, right?”
”I guess,” I say, watching him, wondering who this guy is and how often he does stuff like this. I was being honest. I”ve never had a one-night stand before and I don”t know that I ever would again, but for this being my one time, it was amazing. Even if there’s something about the guy that annoys me slightly. Maybe it”s because he’s just a bit too full of himself.
”What are you thinking?” he asks as he looks at my lips.
”Oh, you don”t want to know,” I say, laughing.
”Oh, I think I do,” he says and looks down at his cock. ”Are you wondering what it”s like to blow me?”
”What? No.” I shake my head.
”Well, you don”t have to wonder. You can do it if you want.”
”I wasn”t wondering, and I don”t necessarily need to or want to do it, but if you want me to…”
”I mean, only if you want to,” he says. He leans over and runs his fingers down the side of my face. ”So, Zara, what”s your story?”
”What do you mean, what”s my story?”
”What makes you tick? What made you go home with me tonight? What were you up to tonight?”
”I was just hanging out with friends, like you.”
”And we both just ditched our friends,” he says, his eyes searching mine. ”Does that make us bad friends?”
”I don”t know,” I say. ”What”s your story? Why did you leave Ethan and…” He presses his finger to my lips and then shifts slightly. ”What are you doing?” I ask as he pulls my body up on top of him.
”I think I”m ready for round two now. No more talking,” he says.
”Um, I…”
”You what?” he asks as he rolls us over so that he’s now on top of me and kisses the side of my neck. I feel his hand moving on the side of my body to the side of my thigh, and I shiver. ”Maybe we”re doing too much talking,” he says. ”I mean, you don”t even know my name.”
”I know,” I say.
”Do you want to know it?” he asks, his eyes staring at me, considering.
”No,” I say honestly. As much as I want to remember this night, I don”t want an excuse to ever look him up again. I just want to remember this as the night I had the best sex of my life and then move on. Even though I don’t know this man, I know he’s the sort of man who can only bring heartache to a woman’s life.