Chapter 4
Lily
One day and one night—the amount of time Brady wanted to spend with me. A decision I’d contemplated while I finished my closing duties on the plane, still thinking about it when we were shuttled to our hotel, where the crew would be picked up the next afternoon for our return flight to Atlanta.
What I’d learned about him during our trip to Edinburgh was that he had clout. Only people with power were given their room numbers before they physically checked in to their hotels. I knew that because I spent seven days a week in hotels all over the world. And he spoke with authority—I could hear it in his words; I could feel it in his presence.
But he was more than just a guy who had extreme influence.
He was the type I could barely pull my eyes away from. The kind you just wanted to stare at because everything about him was so fascinating—from how he worked on his laptop to the intensity with which he watched TV, even the peacefulness on his face when he had taken that short thirty-minute nap.
Simple tasks that he made look strikingly sexy.
But beyond his provocative looks, I got the sense he was someone who had a stylist deliver his clothes, and the watch he wore—the same brand my ex had—was one of many that he kept in a locked drawer in his walk-in closet. He dabbled between first class and private jets; he preferred his scotch aged and worth hundreds, living a life that most could only dream about.
The reason I knew was because I’d dated someone just like him.
David was the reason why I was … emotionally unavailable.
Six months had passed since we’d broken up. Six of the longest months of my entire life, in addition to the year and a half we were together, equaling two years of hell.
Math that even I could calculate.
Since I’d called things off with him, I’d spent every moment I possibly could in the sky. What I hadn’t done, during my little downtime, was do anything for myself.
Instead, I buried. I kept busy so I wouldn’t have to think. I wouldn’t have to face the ramifications of our past relationship head-on; I wouldn’t have to process the damage it had left behind.
I saw the results.
I felt them.
Turmoil that still very much lived inside me.
So, I had to wonder why I’d gotten into a taxi and why I was opening the door to the backseat as the cab came to a stop in front of Brady’s hotel.
If anything, my past made this decision even more confusing.
But as I’d stripped off my uniform about an hour ago, and gotten into the shower, and changed into jeans and a sweater—the only other clothes I’d brought with me—I’d told myself I was finally going to do something for me.
Tonight, I was going to attempt to forget David.
I was going to get out of my head, even if it was for a short period of time, and enjoy some unattached sex with a stranger who had promised to please me in ways I’d probably never experienced before.
As I walked into the lobby of the hotel, the tingle I’d felt on the plane returned. Still, I couldn’t help but glance behind me, inventorying the people standing by the front desk and sitting on the chairs and couches in the center of the lobby and those alone, occupied by their phones or tablets. The throb between my legs completely consumed me as I went into the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before I hit the button for the top floor. My breath fully hitched as I found his door, my hand hovering above it.
Who am I right now?
I was someone who needed to relax and put her body first.
Someone who needed to think about how many orgasms she was going to have rather than her past.
Once I knocked, several seconds passed, and there still wasn’t a response, nor did I hear any noise coming from inside his room.
Maybe he’d gone to sleep, and I missed my window.
Maybe he had gotten tired of waiting for me and went out.
Maybe—
The door opened, his face appearing in the crack. A smile immediately met my line of sight, and as the door became more ajar, I saw his chest.
His chiseled abs.
The trail of hair that led to the towel wrapped around his waist.
“You timed that perfectly.”
His voice caused my stare to rise, but it didn’t settle on his face for long.
It couldn’t.
There was far too much of his body to look at.
The cords of muscle within his arms and pecs and abdomen. The veins that pulsed. The way each section was so defined, so clearly outlined, that I felt weightless, standing in front of him. The dusting of hair on each part only added to his masculinity.
A man who didn’t just spoil himself with his power and money, but also took care of himself in ways that produced this.
This … perfection.
“Take your time. We have all day and night.”
I cleared my throat, my gaze lifting once again, embarrassed that he’d caught me not once, but now twice. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? You can take me in all you want. That’s precisely what I was doing on the plane every time my eyes landed on you.”
I swallowed, attempting to find my voice. “Except you’re naked.”
“I’m in a towel.” Which then dropped to the floor, the hand that was holding it falling to his side. “Now, I’m naked.”
I sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold and felt my eyes bulge. I was positive I looked like one of those cartoons, my neck craned back, my eyes so wide that they were protruding.
I couldn’t stop the look; I couldn’t even attempt to fade it away.
I was too focused on his hard-on, too shocked that he was standing in the doorway of his hotel room without a stitch of clothing on, unfazed if anyone walked by.
Was that cocky?
Or confident?
I couldn’t remember what he’d said about the difference.
Not when I was obsessively staring at his dick. The tip, glistening with a bead of pre-cum, widened at the crown; the center girthier than any I’d ever seen; a length that would positively fill me; and there were more veins, like the ones in his arms; and short hairs that surrounded it, similar to his beard.
“This is what you do to me, Lily.” He circled his hand around his shaft and pumped.
Once.
Twice.
He paused to say, “Do you want it?”
My eyes lifted unhurriedly. “When I called you cocky on the plane, I had no idea you were this cocky.”
He released a huff of air. “Come in so I can get you naked.”
The second I crossed the threshold, I was in his arms. Our gazes locked even though his was several inches higher, the top of my head meeting the arch of his chest. He held my waist as he guided me toward the wall, and once my back was against it, his palms went to my face.
“I’ve been thinking about these lips since JFK.”
That felt like years ago.
“Since I saw you in the airport, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” His forehead was pressed to mine, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You blew me the fuck away, so you can guess how happy I was when I saw you were working my flight.”
I pushed my head back just enough that my mouth was pointed up at his. “I didn’t see you.”
“You wouldn’t have. I was behind you.”
“Except I always look behind me … and I would have noticed you.”
“You did once you brought me the scotch, didn’t you?”
His face moved to my neck, his lips gently grazing the skin between the collar of my sweater and my earlobe. Just enough movement and friction that my hips shifted forward, my back bending backward.
“You couldn’t take your fucking eyes off me. Was this what you were thinking about?” A hand lowered to my side, gradually going down. “What it would feel like if my body was pressed to yours?” His hand stopped at my waist. “What it would feel like if my dick was grinding against your clit?” His fingers moved to the front of me, cupping the zipper of my jeans, his strength so firm that it felt like there wasn’t any clothing separating us. “What it would feel like if I was inside of you, hitting that sweet spot, making you come so fucking hard?”
I shuddered. “Mmm.”
“I thought so.”
He was barely doing anything, hardly touching me, yet it already felt so good.
“My plan was to pour us some drinks and get you to relax a little. I had a feeling you would need it. But now that I’m touching your pussy, I can hear it purring, telling me it’s more than ready.” His lips moved to my cheek. “You don’t need booze. What you need is my goddamn tongue.”
Clothes were suddenly stripped from my body. It happened so fast; I didn’t even have time to take a breath before I was lifting my feet for him to pull off my shoes. My jeans were gone, my sweater removed. When all that was left were my bra and panties, he took a step back.
Like an artist who was standing too close to his canvas, he needed space to see the entire picture.
That was the way he made me feel. As though I were art.
And with his lips widening into a grin, his hand fisting his cock and stroking, a deep, guttural approval came from his throat, which told me he really liked what he saw.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Lily.”
At least I’d managed to pack a matching set—the black lace panties sitting low on my hips, the bra hugging the bottom of my breasts, the push-up giving me more cleavage than I actually had.
I swore at least half of a minute had passed, and he wasn’t moving or coming any closer; he was frozen in that spot the same way I’d been when he dropped the towel.
But he wasn’t looking at my face, he was solely focused on my body, each second confirming a little more that he couldn’t get enough of me.
Had a man ever made me feel this way before? That I was more than enough for him?
No.
I was sure of that.
“Do you want to know something?” He released his dick to wipe the corners of his lips. “I thought I knew what perfection was.” His eyes fixed on mine. “I was wrong. Because never in my whole fucking life have I ever seen a body like yours.”
I’d come here willingly.
I’d let him take off my clothes.
He didn’t need to bullshit me. I was a done deal. Therefore, he didn’t need to say anything at all.
But what he had said caused an explosion through my stomach, the embers lifting to my chest.
How could this complete stranger make me feel this way?
How could his words be more meaningful than any of the others I’d heard before?
“You’ve made me speechless,” I admitted.
“You don’t need to say anything at all. You just need to know”—he finally moved forward, his hands going to the wall above my head, his face leaning down toward mine—“that I cannot fucking wait to taste you.” His lips hovered in front of mine. “Not just your mouth. I want to know the taste of your cunt. And the taste of your cum. And I want to know the flavor of your tongue when I’m making you scream louder than you ever have before.”
His mouth slammed against mine, ravishing me with dominance and control.
I wouldn’t have it any other way, not when it came to sex, despite that power being something I’d never experienced.
Because the two of us together were dripping with lust.
Passion.
And this was a man who wanted to please my body in ways I’d never felt.
As his mouth molded against mine, his tongue slowly dipping in, my bra was unhooked, my breasts freed, my nipples instantly pinched, using the power of his fingers. I didn’t know how it was possible for him to do everything at once, but my panties were also lowered and now hugged my ankles.
Once I stepped out of the leg holes, his fingers dived between my legs, one on my clit, another probing my entrance until it was inside of me.
“So fucking wet,” he moaned. “Just like I thought you’d be.”
I pulled back from his mouth, needing the separation so I could exhale, “Ah.” The feeling so overwhelming, I added, “Fuck!”
My fingers were all I’d experienced for the last six months. I knew what I liked, what I wanted, what would quickly do the job.
This was nothing like that.
He slid inside me with urgency, with a level of knowledge that led him straight to my G-spot.
That had me shouting, “Yes,” within the first couple of plunges.
“Don’t make it so easy on me, Lily. I want your first orgasm to be from my tongue.”
I wasn’t sure I could wait that long.
Not if he kept this up.
And certainly not if this pace continued.
“You’d better start licking now, then,” I warned him.
“Is that what you want? For me to lick your pussy?” He stared at me with such hunger.
An appetite I wanted to feel between my legs.
“Yes.”
“You’re going to come on my tongue just like I want you to?”
I nodded.
“And you’re going to let me taste it?”
“Yesss.”
He gave me another kiss. “Just to make it clear, Lily, doing this is just as much for me as it is for you.” He instantly got on his knees, his finger no longer inside me, and in its place was his face.
I gripped his hair, locking our eyes, while he pressed his nose against the top of me, like he was trying to inhale me.
“I knew you’d smell amazing, but I didn’t anticipate something as good as this.” He stayed right there, closing his eyes, taking another breath. “The perfect body and the perfect fucking scent.”
When his eyelids opened, he looked at me as if I were that piece of art. But not one he’d ever seen before. He stared like I was a painting that couldn’t be valued.
That I was a piece desired by every collector in the world.
My head banged against the wall, trying to pull me from this moment, and I did it once more as I felt the first flick of his tongue.
It wasn’t quick.
He dragged it down the whole length of my clit, from top to bottom, and just as I attempted to take in some air, he added a finger, plunging it into me.
“Brady!”
As soon as his name came out of my mouth, he focused on the peak, swiping across it with a heavy pressure. He would switch to massage mode, grinding his tongue against me before sucking my clit into his mouth. From there, he would hold the end and flick more.
This was a mix I’d never had, an erotic attack that had me screaming.
And every time I released more air, I could see the desire on his face.
He wanted me to come.
His eyes told me that.
His tongue proved that.
His finger solidified that.
So, I gave him one.
Because I literally couldn’t hold it in a second longer.
“Yes!” I shouted just as the tingles from my stomach shot through the rest of my body, and what came with it, what it brought on, were shudders. They moved through me like waves, rough seas, a riptide that wasn’t safe for swimming. “Brady!”
His hair wasn’t strong enough to hold on to, so my palms slapped against the hardness behind me, pushing the sensations from my body into the drywall. It also helped keep me upright since the spasms were intense enough to take me down.
Not that Brady would let that happen. He had a grip on me that told me I wasn’t going anywhere.
Once I stilled, the bursts quieting to a murmur, I expected him to stop.
But he didn’t.
His licking was relentless, and even though he’d gotten what he wanted, it obviously wasn’t enough.
“One down. One to go,” he groaned as our eyes met.
He wasn’t going to let up. He was going to follow through with everything he’d promised.
But I couldn’t get off again. Not this soon. I was too sensitive. “I can’t?—”
“Don’t say that word to me. You can. You will. And I’ll prove it to you.”
His tongue slid up and down, from side to side, switching between the pad of his tip and the sweep of the whole width, each change giving me a new flutter.
It confirmed one thing.
His mouth owned me.
“Why do you taste so good, Lily?” His lids were now closed, as though he was savoring something he’d been dying to have. “Why can’t I stop? Why do I need more of you?” He moved faster. “And more.”
Words I found so sexy.
But from a man who, after today, I would never see again. That admission caused an ache from somewhere deep inside. At the same time, I was comfortable with that decision. It went both ways. My routine didn’t have room for him—or anyone.
There was just something about him being so different, about setting a precedent, that had me so turned on.
And it seemed he had the same reaction because his tempo increased, and so did his insistence—I sensed it each time his tongue neared the bottom and lifted. A pattern that repeated, but before I could get too used to it, there was a switch, and suddenly, everything became unexpected.
This man.
An experience I’d remember for the rest of my life.
And one I didn’t have to focus on—there was no concentration needed. His actions kept me present. They overwhelmed me. Because when you combined the movement of his tongue and the turning of his finger inside me, I was consumed.
He was ruling my body. Taking it just where he wanted it to go.
And that was toward an orgasm.
“Brady!” This time, the build was more extreme. And even though I knew his style and the result, that didn’t prepare me for what took hold of me. Because as it catapulted through my body, the force was even stronger than before. “Oh my God!”
The shudders hit harder, engrossing me to the point where I couldn’t even draw in any air.
“Yes,” he moaned, “that’s what I want.” He licked faster. “Give me your cum. Let me fucking taste it.”
Hearing him beg for my orgasm was the hottest thing ever.
Something I’d probably never recover from.
Something I’d probably never hear again.
“Come on my fucking face.”
The ripples were endless, like I’d lit a match, and they were igniting through every muscle, vein, even the blood in my body.
“Ahhh!” I swallowed, inhaled, and followed that up with, “Fuck!”
I was a mess of trembles and screams, and he licked past each one, waiting until the shimmying calmed. He lifted me, tossing me over his shoulder as if I were only a couple of pounds, and placed me on his bed. He left me to go into the closet, returning with a metal foil. He tore off the corner with his teeth and rolled the condom over his hard-on.
“Do you always travel with those?”
He climbed onto the bed, lying next to me. “I don’t go anywhere without one.”
I laughed, his truth unsurprising. For a man who looked like him, he probably got laid everywhere he went.
“If this is the way you treat all flight attendants, I imagine they come in handy.”
“My company has its own jet. You’re the first commercial-airline flight attendant I’ve met in years.”
He climbed on top of me and kissed me, his lips still wet from me. His tongue covered in me. And his smile, when he pulled away, told me he knew that I was all over him, and that was one of the reasons he’d put his mouth on me.
He’d wanted me to taste myself, and he’d succeeded.
But instead of addressing it, I said, “I would have returned the favor had you not put the condom on.”
“When I said I was licking your pussy for me, I wasn’t kidding. That was no favor, Lily.”
I touched his mouth, the thick whiskers that surrounded it, the softness of his lips. “You do that for everyone?”
“No.” He chuckled. “But for some reason, I had to do it for you.”
“You made it memorable.”
He bit my lower lip, holding it in his mouth until he released it to reply, “I ate you like I couldn’t get enough of you. I still can’t.” He rose from the spot next to me, and while he balanced on his knees, he positioned himself between my legs, lifting my ass just high enough that I was in line with his dick. “And I’m about to get more.”
“Insatiable.”
“With you,” he said, “fuck yes.” His tip was aimed at my entrance. “I need you to touch yourself.”
“Now?”
His eyes narrowed in the most feral way. “Yes.” He waited until my hand went to my clit. “I need you to rub it hard, like I just did with my tongue.”
There was only one reason he would want me to do that.
“Because you’re about to break me …”
He grinned. “Because you’re about to experience what a fucking man feels like, and I need to make sure you don’t get too far inside your head.” My brows lifted as he added, “I get the feeling you would, and I’m not going to let that happen.”
I’d only circled my clit a few times when his crown broke through, sliding into my wetness.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back. “You’re even tighter than I thought you’d be.”
“And now, I know why you wanted me to touch myself,” I panted.
If I really put my mind there, I could get lost in the pain. Sex with Brady was like being a virgin again. He wanted it to stay all about pleasure.
But what he didn’t know was that I didn’t have to touch myself to get lost. I could do that by just looking at him. The way his abs constricted when he drove into me. The way his lips parted, turning almost animalistic. The way his hands gripped me as if I were tinier than a stick.
God, he was beautiful.
The dominance, rhythm, the way he turned his hips, hitting spots within me that had never been touched before—it wasn’t going to be long until I was screaming again.
“Why do you feel so different, Lily?”
“You feel”—I gasped—“so good.”
“But this fucking pussy.” He moved my hand away, replacing it with his, thrumming my clit, pressing his palm against the top. “Where the hell did it come from … and how are you making me want to come already?”
I didn’t have time to answer or respond before I was in the air, straddling his waist as he sat along the side of the bed, his large hands cupping my ass.
“Take it,” he ordered. “Show me what you can do with my dick.”
I had to find my breath, the movement so sudden that I needed my bearings. My hands balanced on his shoulders, my knees on either side of him, and I gently lowered myself onto his shaft, the sensation unlike when I’d been on my back.
This angle made everything more heightened.
It wasn’t that I now had the control, nor was it the size of him or the depth in which he could reach.
It was how he looked at me with eyes that raged with emotion.
How he gripped my cheeks, like there was no way he would ever let go.
“Goddamn it,” he hissed. “Yes! That’s it.”
I reached the bottom, using my hips to give him a quick buck. That was all it took, and the tingles returned. I gave him another thrust, shifting forward and back, and those feelings began to climb.
“I’m going to come again.”
“I can feel it.” His hand moved to the front of me, a finger rotating over my clit.
“Brady!”
“I didn’t think you could possibly get any tighter, but, fuck me, you just did.”
“Shit!” The crests shot through me, and so did his dick, slamming me with a speed I could take, and a persistence that was driving me right over the edge. “Ah!”
“You feel so fucking good.”
I was no longer moving; I was frozen above him, unable to do anything except scream. He now held all the power, churning his hips, giving my body all the pressure it needed.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even moan anymore.
I was out of everything.
Even when he lifted me and carried me to the wall, holding me against it. “My turn.”
I tightened my legs around his waist and hugged his chest to mine.
“And when I’m done, we’re going to do this all over again.”
“Because you can’t get enough …” I exhaled, using his famous statement.
“And because you’ll still be here, which means I can have more.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Since I have you until the morning, I’m going to spend every one of those hours inside your pussy, making you come.” His lips pressed onto mine. “Again and again.”
There was no part of me that doubted him. If today had proven anything, it was that Brady was a man of his word, that he knew his way around a woman’s body, and that the pleasure he could give was record-breaking.
“I want you to come,” I begged. “I want you to make me feel it.”
“Say it again.” His voice turned gritty, his strokes sharp and commanding. “But say my name this time. I want to hear it come out of your mouth.” He leaned me more into the wall, freeing up a hand, which became wedged between the two of us, finding its place on my clit. “And I want you to do it while you’re coming.”
I thought it was impossible.
I thought that my body was done—at least for the time being.
Because there was absolutely no way I could get off again.
I was too sensitive, too spent.
But as he worked his way in and out of my wetness, grazing my clit, that familiar tug began to trickle through me.
“I cannot believe it,” I moaned.
“And you doubted me.”
Had I said that? Out loud?
I couldn’t even remember.
All I could think about was that he’d brought me back to that place, and it was possessing every inch of me.
“I can feel it, Lily. I know how close you are.”
“Then, fuck me harder.” I shortened my grip around him. “Now!”
He gave me several pulses, shooting me higher, and I screamed, “Brady! Come!”
“Yes,” he growled. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
I didn’t think he could pound me any harder, and, shit, was I wrong.
“I’m going to fucking fill you,” he roared.
The two of us were tremoring in sync, our skin slick, our hands clutching whatever we could hold on to, our breaths mingling as our lips locked.
He knew just when to slow and exactly when to stop.
With both of us now still, our lips parted, but our faces stayed close.
“I’m giving you a small break,” he offered.
“And then onto round two?”
He chuckled. “If that’s what you want to call it.” He kissed my cheek. “But I think we could use a shower first.”
“Separate?”
He pulled me off the wall, and when he passed the bed, I knew he was carrying me into the bathroom. “And let you out of my arms? Fuck that.”
I was wrong; his confidence trumped his cockiness.
I didn’t want the awkwardness of a goodbye. I didn’t want to be tempted to give him my number or ask for his—something that couldn’t happen. I didn’t want there to be a conversation that would haunt me.
I couldn’t handle it.
Not now.
So, I waited until Brady was asleep, and I carefully slipped out of his bed and tiptoed over to the doorway, where he’d stripped off my clothes. His room was a suite with plenty of space between the bedroom and entryway; therefore, I was positive he wouldn’t hear me. But I still moved silently, getting myself dressed, and just before I turned the handle to exit, I went over to the table, where there was a pad of paper and a pen.
A note seemed silly. So did thanking him.
I decided to draw a heart and put my name beneath it.
Did it matter if he saw it?
Did I even want him to?
I didn’t know. I just felt like it was the right thing to do after the time we’d spent together.
I set the pen beside the pad and peeked into the bedroom, where he was soundlessly sleeping in the middle of the bed. His arm was gripping a pillow, and his leg was bent and extended toward the side I’d been on.
Both had, at one point, been wrapped around me.
And, oh God, had they felt good.
“Goodbye,” I whispered.
I quietly went to the door and shut it behind me. I looked both ways down the hallway before I headed to the elevator.
When I was safely inside a taxi, a realization hit me.
It came on like the waves of my orgasm, but these were far more turbulent, causing a feeling in my stomach like seasickness.
I would never see Brady again.
But that was only half of it.
There was another side. A side that was just as agonizing.
A side that shook me so hard I had to roll down the window.
Will David find out?