CHAPTER SIX
Ella
I ’m sure the hotel bed is luxuriously expensive, but it’s the last thing I have time to notice as I get railed senseless by a sexy, brutish stranger who won’t let me touch him.
“Take my cock into this greedy cunt of yours. Fuck, you take me so deep.” Up on my hands and knees, he pushes in and out of me with a steady rhythm even as his knuckles caress my spine. “I’ve never felt anything like this cunt wrapped around my dick.”
I’ve lost track of time and space and days...
Just as he promised on the plane, he plows me like there’s no tomorrow, and for me, there isn’t. Just this crazed euphoria where I’ve lowered my inhibitions and my walls. All I want is to absorb his unbridled energy.
Warmth tingles down my spine and my core tightens until it’s throbbing out of control.
“Aye, come with my cock inside you. Who’s making you come?”
“You.” Panting and drooling, I drop facedown into the bed cover and arch my back.
The movement pops my ass higher and makes him swear. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me come so hard and spill so much cum inside you.” He leans forward, his chest against my back, his taut pecs slick. Or is that dampness? “Jesus fucking Christ, I never do this. But I have to really feel this cunt. How much extra to take you bare? I have to come inside you. How much?”
Are those even menu items? “Um.”
“I’m clean, baby. So fucking clean. How much to fuck you raw?”
“It’s so good. I don’t care,” I grunt. “Just do it!”
He wrenches out of me, my arousal dripping down the back of my thighs. I’m impatient with need, although it’s only a moment before he thrusts back inside.
“Oh my God, are you bigger?” I moan.
“I am now. Fuck, I’m gonna lose it. Chriiiiist,” he groans and starts pulsing inside me.
Feeling a gush of warm liquid fill me, reality clears the sex fog. What the hell am I doing? I’m out of my mind. I’m not even on birth control!
“Take every bleedin’ inch of my cock,” Balor grunts with each hard thrust. “Damn you, it’s too good.”
When he collapses against my back, his heart hammers so hard I feel it.
“My God, you’re a...”
I wait to hear slut. “I’m a what? Say it.” Distress fills me, waiting to be called something awful because that’s how I feel right now.
“A fucking angel.” He peppers my back with kisses.
Relief washes through me. I twist around, wanting to hug him. Just to say thank you. But he backs away.
Hiding my disappointment, I roll over and close my legs.
Balor barks at me, “Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Show me what I did to you.” He motions for me to spread my legs.
As soon as I comply, he dives forward and licks me clean with such voracity, I come again from the sheer dirtiness.
“Good girl,” he mutters and then sits back. “Jesus, you’re amazing.”
Me? He could be a model carved from marble with that chest and those abs of utter perfection.
“I’m glad you think so.” My eyes stray to Balor’s body. Too many shadows. I roll over and flick on a lamp. “I have to see you better.”
He stands up stark naked, breathing heavily, gazing at me with wicked thoughts written all over his gorgeous face.
He pauses as I look him over. Each arm has dark, banded tattoos that I know hurt. “Like what you see, aye?”
“You have no idea.” I sit up and pull a pillow in front of me, feeling not so perfect. But few women can achieve the cut look I’m staring at.
He doesn’t seem interested in my body other than my pussy. And that’s fine by me.
“Are those washboard abs from a few hundred sits-up a day? Or smoothies?”
He laughs. “I have a martial arts training regimen.”
“Ahhh.” I take a deep breath as he holds my gaze. “Are we done?”
“Not even close.” He stretches, giving me a show I’ll never forget. “Get into the shower, butterfly, so I can fuck your ass.”
THREE HOURS LATER. ..
“I ordered room service,” Balor says, pulling up his pants over his still-swollen dick.
“You ordered me breakfast without my input.” I wobble from the bathroom in the softest robe, ever. “Now you chose dinner for me? I’ll knock a grand off if I can get a say for one damn meal.”
“You don’t like bacon cheeseburgers?”
My stomach growls loudly, and I clear my throat trying to cover it.
I plop onto the bed of tangled sheets as I wait for my heart to stop pounding after the incredible sex we just had in the shower and then the gigantic bathtub with jets. “You got me pegged.”
His jaw ticks at that word. “Most people love cheeseburgers. ”
“You?”
“I don’t eat red meat.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
A loud knock at the suite door startles me and I sit up.
“Get dressed, take your time. I’ll take care of the food.”
Ugh, I have to put that damn dress back on. It’s been how many hours? I lost track.
I have extra panties in my carry-on, but I skip them in case Balor wants access to me. I’m thinking he’s not done with me. We have another five hours on our flight to New York.
I brush my teeth, and using the hairdryer, I tousle my long auburn waves, then fix my makeup. What’s left of it.
Dressed and reinvigorated, but sans panties, I stroll into the suite’s main room, alarmed to see a strange man standing there.
“Um, hello. Who are you?” I blink, wondering if I missed something.
“Name’s Trace.” His Irish brogue sounds deeper, sultrier but he’s just as striking as Balor.
“Oh... Kay... Where’s—” I flush with embarrassment, thinking the mysterious stranger who fucked me for five hours straight probably gave me a fake name.
“He had to leave.”
“Oh? Will he be back?”
“He’s taking his jet back to New York.”
Trace’s words slice through me. Balor left me here. And didn’t say goodbye. Man, that...hurts.
I recall him saying he had a jet. Guess he wasn’t lying.
Panic swells in my chest as I check the time. The plane takes off in about an hour, but thankfully I’m only five minutes from the airport. My bags are already checked for the flight, and FAA regulations won’t let them take off if my ass isn’t in a seat.
I just hope Balor or whatever his name is didn’t stiff me with the hotel bill.
“Something came up and he’s needed back in New York straightaway.” Trace holds out an envelope. “He sends his apologies.”
I look down at it but don’t take it from him. It’s probably the ten grand Balor offered to pay me even though I asked for five.
Glancing at the room service cart, I notice only one dome, nerves rattling through me.
He planned this.
He only ordered food for me. I was hungry earlier, but now I don’t think I can eat.
“I saw him twenty minutes ago. Why didn’t he just tell me himself?”
“Like I said, lass. Something came up.”
“Lass?”
“An expression. An endearment.”
“And my...friend. He’s your...”
“Boss.”
“Are you a bodyguard?”
His cheek ticks. “Not for long.”
Bingo.
“What are you, six-four?”
“Six-five.”
“Were you on the plane?” There’s no way I’d miss this guy.
Trace looks around and considers if I’m worth an answer. He thinks I’m an escort.
“No. I had to do security for his sister.” He clears his throat, like something caught in it. “A team in Sydney guarded Mr...”
I wave him off, lightheaded at this point and not sure if I care to peel any more layers from this embarrassment.
“Thank you for the message. You can...leave.” I shake my head and lift the dome, amazed at how good that cheeseburger looks. There’re even French fries cooked to a golden-brown perfection, wrapped up in a steel cone, with a slice of cheesecake on the side.
Trace waves the envelope. “Are you taking this, lass?”
I scoff. “By all means, leave it on the dresser.”
This part of being a whore isn’t fun.
“I’d feel better if you took it. Can’t have any misunderstanding.”
“Fine.” I step forward and finger the envelope, the thickness messing with my head.
I look up to say something, but Trace is gone, the front door clicking shut behind him.
Sitting with my goodbye hamburger, I take a bite. “Jesus, that’s good.”
But it’s also huge. Not that my mouth has any trouble accommodating huge things shoved in it anymore.
Why did I hope sex with Balor, or whoever he is, meant something?
He stuck to his T’s and C’s. And I did, too. No kissing. No face-to-face. In the shower, he plowed into my ass with my face against the wet tiles. It was the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I eat until I’m full then gather my things to leave.
In the lobby, a concierge manager waves me over. “Miss?”
Oh my God, Balor didn’t pay for the room, and I don’t know his name. I’m also carrying an envelope of cash in my purse.
I’m guilty of a real crime. He paid me for sex. I could get arrested.
“Yes?”
“A car to the airport has been arranged for you. It’s right outside,” the woman says.
I relax. For a second. “Thank you. And the suite?”
“Taken care of. ”
“Tip?”
“Also taken care of.”
My heart feels like an anvil and my throat catches. “I’m not a... You know. We were on a flight together from Sydney. He was charming. I was just living out a fantasy.”
“We don’t ask questions of our guests.”
“Can you tell me Balor’s last name?” I ask, feeling like an idiot.
Her eyes flicker, signaling I had the right first name, but she also looks shocked that he gave it to me. “Sorry.”
Swallowing, I nod. “Thank you. And I mean it. I’m not a paid...you know what. I’m a teacher. I was living in Sydney, working with special needs children and...”
When her eyes glaze over from disinterest, I shut up.
“Your car, Miss.”
I glance outside and see a shiny limo waiting. “Thank you.”
As the black stretch pulls away from the hotel, I sneak a look in that envelope. My breath leaves me when I count hundred after hundred. This has to be at least twenty grand.
Twenty-freaking-thousand dollars.
But no note. No thank you. No it was nice knowing you. Or fucking you.
The ride back to the airport is quick, and my thoughts blank out as I go through all the steps until I’m in a first-class seat again. Even if Balor hadn’t dumped me, there was no guarantee we’d be sitting together again. Although, if he had the power to move us up in the take-off line as he did in Sydney, he could get his seat moved. Or mine.
When a shadow drapes over me, my spirits lift, thinking it’s him. He changed his mind. It was some kind of test to see if I got all clingy or started crying.
“I got the window,” says a voice with no accent, and it feels like acid dripped on my skin.
Hope. Smashed.
“Sure.” I tuck my legs, the row tighter on this plane.
A portly man in a tracksuit sits next to me.
I should have bought that seat for an imaginary dog with all this extra money.