Chapter 13 – Elijah
Chapter Thirteen
ELIJAH
W ordlessly, I use the key card to open the door to my suite. This was supposed to be my sanctuary, a way of giving Amber and me some space. Now she’s here, invading that space, and I couldn’t be more fucking thrilled about it.
I gesture her in, and her huge eyes gaze up at me as she skims past. There’s something different about her. It’s not only the minimal makeup and the simple hairstyle. It’s in her expression, in the way she moves. She seems more… free? I’m not sure that’s the right word, but whatever it is, it’s better. Yeah, she was screaming at me only minutes ago, but then she melted beneath my touch. Kissed me with more passion than she has for years. It’s like the brittle New York veneer has been washed away by her time in Charleston.
Or maybe it’s the excitement of fucking a stranger. Either way, it works for me.
She stands in the center of the room looking around as I take off my jacket. She is so damn beautiful, and all I want to do is take her in my arms and tell her I love her. Then, yeah, screw her senseless. But the stranger from the elevator wouldn’t do that. Not the first part, anyway.
I pour us both a Scotch and pass one to her. Our eyes lock as we sip from our glasses, and she grimaces slightly but swallows. Amber prefers wine, but I don’t want to ruin the moment—a stranger wouldn’t know what she likes to drink.
“What’s your name?” she asks, her tone completely deadpan.
“Elijah. You?”
“Amber.”
“Amber,” I repeat, letting my eyes devour her like she’s on display in a store window. I linger on her breasts, those still-stiff nipples. I swear to god, they pop a little more as I stare. “Pretty name. Take off your dress, Amber.” She looks momentarily surprised, her eyebrows rising. “I said take it off,” I growl. “I want to see you naked. I don’t fuck what I haven’t inspected.”
I have no idea where the hell this is coming from. I have always treated women, my wife especially, with respect—and now I’ve turned into this asshole? I can’t deny that it’s working for me, though. My cock throbs inside my boxers and my pulse races. It’s working for her too—she hesitates, blushes, then she tugs the belt that ties her dress together, and the two halves fall apart. Face blazing, she slides it off her shoulders, and it slithers to the floor. She stares up at me, obviously embarrassed but also defiant.
Jesus. She is gorgeous. Her long, toned legs tremble slightly in those crazy high heels. Her tits heave in the pink lace of her bra. Her panties are the same shade of pink, and I suck my upper lip as I stare at the damp triangle they barely cover. My wife has always been beautiful, but right now, she is spectacular.
“All of it,” I say calmly, sipping my Scotch. “Or have you changed your mind? Do you want to go running back to your husband? Don’t you want me to sink my hard cock into that tight, wet pussy of yours?”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “I haven’t changed my mind, no,” she replies, her voice low and husky. With unsteady hands, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Her tits roll free, and blood rushes to my head at the sight of those perky nipples unleashed. My hands itch to touch them, but I force myself to play my part and keep my distance, watching as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She looks up at me, licks her lips, then turns around to present me with the rear view. And what a view it is.
She works the panties down her legs, inch by teasing inch and bends down to tug them over her high heels. She stays folded over like that, holding her ankles, and slowly sways her bare ass from side to side. I cannot take my eyes off her, hypnotized by the motion. Her pussy is shiny with moisture, her ass a perfect peach. Everything I want is right there on display. Holy fucking Christ, who is this woman?
She straightens up and glances at me over her shoulder. When she bites her lip, I realize that she’s nervous. She’s put on a show, and now I need to step up and retake control.
I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her from behind. She staggers in her heels when I drag her back, and I hiss when her hot flesh makes contact with my body, warming me even through my clothes. My cock is hard against her naked ass, and my hands roam her supple skin. She leans against me, and I softly kiss her neck. “You are sexy as hell, Amber. I’m so glad I met you in the elevator.”
“So am I,” she murmurs.
My fingers find her nipple, and she cries out, arching into my touch. I squeeze more firmly than I normally would, and her knees buckle. If I weren’t holding her up, she would have hit the floor. Biting down on her shoulder, I squeeze harder, capturing the tight bud between my thumb and finger. With my other hand, I part her pussy lips, and my fingers slide along her opening. “Fuck. You’re so wet. You really want this, don’t you?”
“Yes. I want it. I want you. Please.”
She whimpers as I find her clit, swollen and soaked, desperate for attention. I gently roll it between my fingers, and her whole body shudders. She’s practically there already. Fuck. I need to taste her. I need to make her come on my tongue. When I take my hand away, she bleats in protest. “Elijah, please…”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you come. But I’ll do it when I’m ready.” I spin her to face me. “Go stand with your back against the wall. Hands flat and spread your legs.” She wavers, uncertain now that I’m not touching her. “Do it now or get out of my room. You’re here for one reason only. You’re no good to me for anything else.”
Would I kick her out if she didn’t go along with my every instruction? Fuck. No way I’d normally do that, but I have no clue who I am right now. Maybe this version of me would.
I don’t have to find out because this version of Amber complies. She puts her back to the wall and slides her feet apart. Still wearing the pumps. Still dripping wet. Still needing to come.
I stand in front of her and run my hands over her body. Her skin is so warm and soft, and the way she trembles beneath my touch… Fuck! It’s too much. I look into her eyes and see the desire shining in them. She wants me. I want her. So what if we have to play this game, as long as we both get what we need?
Her fingers fumble with my buttons, but I grab her hands and press her palms flat against the wall. “On the wall, Amber, like I said.”
Her lower lip wobbles, and it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I lean forward to kiss it, then suck it into my mouth. A little nip, and she squeals beneath me, her body squirming. I seal my lips over hers and crush her body with mine. She’s trapped, completely enclosed by me. Naked, trembling, and helpless. Her tongue swirls with mine, the heat between us blazing hotter with every second of contact.
I pull away, leaving her gasping and moaning with disappointment. “My mouth has better places to be.” My voice is dark with desire. I kiss my way down her neck, along the fine line of her collarbone. I lick the valley between her breasts, then suck her nipples until she starts to slide down the wall. She is boneless with need, and I grab hold of her, keeping her up. “Stay there, Amber. I haven’t even started yet.”
“Elijah,” she groans as I drop to my knees. “Oh god! I need… please…”
“I know what you need, my dirty girl, and I’m going to give it to you. Legs nice and wide. Let me see all of you.”
I kneel before her, worshipping at the altar of her perfect pussy. The scent of it drives me wild. I inhale the aroma and drag my fingers up her quivering inner thighs. Skin like silk, soft and luscious, glistens in the dull light of the hotel room. I smooth over them with my palms, then lean in and lick them clean of the creamy fluid that’s seeping from her. Fuck, she tastes like heaven.
I run one finger along her opening, her neat blond bush slick and curled as I part her. She’s wet and pink and needy, her swollen clit shining and her hips swaying slightly. I blow gently, and the warm breath makes her sigh. Her hands curl into fists at her sides.
“This,” I say, my lips a millimeter away from paradise, “is the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. Are you ready to come for me, baby?”
“Yes! Please, yes.”
In this moment, I own her. She is made entirely of need. She will do anything I ask as long as I put my mouth on her soaking wet pussy and make her scream.
Lucky for her, that’s exactly what I intend to do.
I run my tongue along her seam, keeping it flat and soft and steady to start with. She groans, and her hands go from balled-up fists to splayed fingers slapping against the wall. I pick up the pace and increase the pressure, taking my cues from the rhythm of her gasps. Her hips jut forward, and my nose is buried in her. Exactly where I want it to be. I keep her still with my hands on her hips while I unravel her with my tongue.
I plunge it inside her, curling and uncurling, lapping away at her delicious center. I can feel the vibrations building. A low moan falls from her lips. She’s so damn close. After replacing my tongue with my middle finger, I sink in and out of her, loving every filthy wet sound she makes as I drive her crazy.
Her fingers curl in my hair, breaking my rules. But I don’t push her hands away. I want them there now. I want to feel her nails on my scalp, to feel her thighs trembling around my face. I want to experience every sensation while she falls apart. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I lash it with my tongue over and over again, matching the pace with my finger thrusts. Her pussy walls clench around me.
“Elijah!” she shouts, even her voice shaking now. She comes in a glorious rush, the muscles of her pussy contracting and pulsating as her arousal floods my senses. I carry on eating her, milking every last second of pleasure, helping her ride it out right to the very end. She continues to quake as I run my tongue along her one last time, and her whole body sags in the aftermath.
Gently, I stroke her trembling thighs and lay one final kiss on her pussy, then I climb to my feet in time to catch her as she starts to slide down the wall. Holding her in one arm, I use my other hand to wipe my mouth and beard. I’m dripping with her, and I fucking love it.
She smiles up at me hesitantly, that endearing flush back on her cheeks, eyes sparkling. “So what now?” she whispers. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Is that what you want, Amber? You want me inside you? You think you can take me?”
Her tongue darts out and moistens her lips, her weak arms snaking around my shoulders. “Yes. I can take you.”
“Good girl.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her soaking wet pussy rubs up against me, and I decide I’ll never wash this shirt again. I carry her through to the bedroom and throw her down on the mattress. She lands in a tangle of long limbs and giggles, and my heart gives a dangerous lurch. It has been too damn long since I heard my wife laugh like that.
No, I remind myself as I strip off my clothes. This woman is not my wife. I am not her husband. We only just met. The game allows us both the freedom to take this pleasure from each other without any of the complicated shit that normally comes between us. Tonight, nothing is going to come between us.
I climb onto the bed and crawl between her spread thighs. She lies there before me, bare and brazen, everything a man could want. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her so deep it feels like I could lose myself. She tugs me closer, wrapping her legs around me. One of her shoes falls to the floor, and she laughs, a sound almost as beautiful as she is.
I pull back, take the other shoe from her foot, and throw it to the ground. Then I simply study her, drinking in the curves and angles that make up her gorgeous body. This is a sight I will never get tired of. It seems to unnerve her, the way I sit there silently, my eyes wandering across every exposed inch. Her gaze shifts to my rock-hard cock. She gulps in a breath and swallows. Her laughter fades, and she seems less sure of herself. “How… How do you want me?”
Every damn way.
“Lie on your front. Ass in the air.” Her lashes flutter, and I know she’s nervous. And I like it. I enjoy seeing this woman who is always so stoic, so confident, knocked off-balance. That probably makes me a jackass, but I’m too busy admiring the way she smoothly slithers onto her belly to give a shit. I’m too busy looking at her juicy ass, a perfectly shaped peach.
When she glances at me over her shoulder, something in her eyes touches me deeply. This is the most intimate we’ve been in over six months. I smile reassuringly—I might be a jerk, but I want her to feel safe. She smiles back, and the warmth that spreads inside me has nothing to do with sex.
“Well?” she says cheekily, emboldened once more. “Are you just going to stare at my ass, or are you going to fuck me?”
I love the challenge in her voice almost as much as I love her jitters. I slap her ass with a sharp crack, and she shrieks.
Then I pounce, grabbing hold of her hips and driving my cock straight inside her. She yells, obviously not expecting the sudden invasion. “Does that answer your question?” I snap back, slamming into her so hard she flies a foot up the bed. Her pussy is still wet, still so tight from her orgasm. It’s like fucking velvet and honey, and my cock can’t get enough.
I slide my hand around to her clit and gently rub it in little circular motions. “No, Elijah, I can’t…” she protests.
“You can and you will. I promise, baby.”
I nail her as hard as I can. I’m not going to last long myself. My cock is ready to explode, and feeling her ripple around me as I play with her isn’t helping. I curve my body around hers, kiss her neck, nip her shoulders, driving into her faster and harder. My fingers slide and stroke through her wetness, and she takes in a big desperate breath and cries out my name as she comes again. Her head is turned to one side, pink cheek flat on the pillow, plump lips parted. I watch her closed eyelids flutter in ecstasy, her caramel hair flowing over the sheets as she shakes and shudders. It’s all I need. Fuck! With one last driving thrust, I finally let go. My climax is so powerful I feel like I might black out, and she’s not the only one shaking now. I keep hold of her hips, empty every last drop inside her, then finally fall at her side on the bed.
We’re both slick with sweat, in various stages of comedown from that mind-blowing sex. I wish we could stay like this forever. My hand creeps along the sheets, and I nudge her little finger with mine. She nudges back, then rolls onto her side to look me in the eyes. Fuck, she really is something. Still-dilated pupils in her whiskey-brown eyes, hair stuck in damp strands to her flushed skin. A small smile on her lips. I stroke back the hair and run my palm over her cheekbone. “What happens now?” I say, then curse myself for it. I’ve broken the spell.
She kisses me once, softly, and gets to her feet. The bed feels empty without her. I feel empty without her. I don’t want her to leave, but I don’t feel like I can ask her to stay. Maybe that was one last bang for the road. A farewell fuck for old times’ sake. Keeping my expression neutral, I watch her retrieve her scattered clothes and put her dress back on. She runs her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tidy it, but it doesn’t help much.
She props one hand on her hip. “Do I look like a woman who’s just been fucked?”
“Yep,” I reply, smirking. “One hundred percent. People will probably point at you on the street.”
“Ha! Let them. I don’t give a damn.” She looks down, then back at me. “Well, this was… interesting. Actually, it was kind of amazing. But it can’t happen again—you know that, don’t you? We can’t let this happen again. I’m not in the market for an… affair? Is that the right word?”
“I suppose it is,” I say, stretching my arms over my head. I see her staring, her eyes running over my body and lingering on my abs.
As though trying to clear her thoughts, she shakes her head, then slips on her shoes and forces a benign smile. “Whatever it was, like I said, it can’t happen again.”
“Worried your husband might find out?”
She gives me a wicked grin. “No. I love my husband, but he wouldn’t even notice I was having an affair unless his assistant sent him a memo about it.”
I raise an eyebrow and grin right back, but I’m gutted by the truth in her words. “He sounds like an asshole.”
Her face softens. “Oh, he has his moments.”
“Goodbye, Amber.”
She gives me a tiny wave. “Bye, Elijah.”
As I watch her beautiful ass swaying like a pendulum as she walks out of the bedroom and listen to the door close behind her seconds later, I am certain of one thing: This will definitely be happening again.