CHAPTER TWO
HOLLY
James signals the bartender, pays for our drinks with cash, leaving a far more generous tip than I would have, and then we both stand up.
And all at once we both realize how tall the other is, and I get a thrill at the look of wonder on his face.
I also enjoy the rare occasion of looking up at a man. He’s easily six-four.
Even better, he doesn’t make a single comment about my height.
Instead, his hand goes to the small of my back, and he walks me to the elevators.
His touch is possessive in a way I never knew I needed.
The heat of his palm through the velvet of my blazer burns into my skin like a brand, and I’m flushed with excitement.
The elevator lobby is empty, decorated with a small Christmas tree in the corner that makes me smile. I have never had a December as exciting as this one is shaping up to be.
As we wait for the doors to open, neither of us speaks. The silence ought to be awkward. I mean, we’re practically strangers heading up to his room to have sex. Except it’s not awkward at all and is instead charged with excitement and brimming with promise.
The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and James ushers me inside first. He steps in and stands beside me as the doors close, leaving us completely alone, enclosed in a small space.
The mirrored walls reflect us back, and I can’t help but admire how amazing we look together.
James, tall, older, and dashing, and me, flushed-faced with a completely besotted look on my pink face.
James presses the button for the seventh floor but doesn't move closer.
The air between us crackles with anticipation.
I can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the sharp and clean scent of his cologne, and see the way his beautiful hands flex like he's restraining himself.
My whole body hums with awareness, every nerve ending alive and waiting, as my panties steadily get wetter.
The elevator rises smoothly, the only sounds are our breathing and the soft mechanical hum.
When the doors open on the seventh floor, he leads me down the hall.
The carpet is plush under my low heels, patterned in burgundy and gold.
Sconces on the walls cast soft light. We reach room 714, and James pulls out his keycard, his hands steady despite the tension I can see in his broad shoulders.
The door opens and we step inside. It's a standard hotel room, no different from any other I’ve ever seen.
King bed with white linens, dark wood furniture, a desk and chair by the window, and a TV mounted to the wall above a long dresser.
But I barely register any of it because James closes the door behind us and that click echoes in my brain.
I don’t normally do this. I’m not shy, but I have never flirted so openly with a man before.
Nor have I ever been as attracted to a guy as I am with James.
It’s because of that attraction and the sense of rightness that comes with it that I stepped out of my comfort zone and went after something, or rather someone, that I wanted.
Sure, I opened my own business and I’m a people person, but this is different.
This is me being vulnerable in a way I never have been before.
We stand there in the small entryway by the bathroom, staring at each other. The room is cool, but my skin feels like it's on fire.
“I don't usually do this,” I confess softly, needing him to know.
“Neither do I.” He steps closer, his hand coming up to cup the left side of my face. His palm is warm, and I lean into the touch. “But I can't seem to stop myself.”
“Then don't.”
The words have barely left my lips before he swoops down and kisses me.
It isn't gentle or tentative. It's hot and demanding, his mouth claiming mine like he's been thinking about it since the moment we met. I gasp against his lips and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss. His tongue sliding against mine, tasting like cherries and want, and my knees go weak.
I grab onto his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath the expensive fabric. He's all hard planes and strength, and when he backs me against the door, pressing his body into mine, I can feel every hard inch of him. The man is solid muscle and burning heat, and I want and need more.
Sliding my hands along his shoulders towards his chest, I encounter the silk of his red bow tie and pull it free, letting it glide through my fingers before I drop it to the floor. Then I’m shoving off his jacket as he’s working on the large buttons of my red velvet blazer.
James makes a low sound in his throat, half groan, half growl, as he pushes my blazer off and cups my breasts through the thin material of my black sleeveless shell shirt.
My nipples are hard and achy as his thumbs find them, rubbing back and forth as excitement has my pussy slippery and wet inside my now drenched panties.
“You're beautiful,” he murmurs against my neck, his lips trailing fire down my throat. His breath is hot against my skin, his goatee rasping gently. “I've been imagining what you look like under these clothes since you smiled at me.”
“Less imagining,” I breathe, arching into him as my fingers clumsily try to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. “More doing.”
He laughs, the sound rough and sexy, and helps me peel off my shell shirt. My black bra soon follows it to the floor, and then James’ shirt joins it. Suddenly we’re skin to skin.
His chest is magnificent. Broad and defined, scattered with dark and silver chest hair. He’s warm and solid under my palms as I run my hands over him, exploring, and feel his muscles jump under my touch.
James lifts me as if I weigh nothing, his hands gripping my full thighs.
I'm curvy, always have been, with generous hips and breasts and thighs that touch, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like a goddess.
My skirt rides up as I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping as the movement presses us together intimately.
He's hard against me, even through his pants and my panties I can feel him, and the friction is delicious torture.
He carries me toward the bed, his stride sure and steady. The room spins and then I'm on my back on the white duvet, and he's above me, his intense blue eyes dark with want as he looks down at me.
“You're sure?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
As if he even needs to ask! “Very sure.” I reach up and pull him down, my fingers tangling in his hair. It's thick and soft, and when I tug slightly, he groans. “Stop being so serious and kiss me again,” I demand.
With a grin, his mouth captures mine as I run my hands over his shoulders and biceps.
His hands move over my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples as he silences my breathy little whimpers with his mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. I stroke over his warm skin, loving the bunching of his muscles at my touch.
I’ve lost my heels at some point but watch as James stands and toes off his dress shoes and then undoes his pants, shoving them down his long legs.
He’s in a pair of blue briefs and the large erection straining the front of them proves that the rumors about big feet and big dicks are true.
Or else James is just really blessed in that area.
Either way my pussy clenches at the thought of that thick dick filling and stretching me.
At my moan, James grins, his eyes moving down my body. He steps to the edge of the mattress and, with a little wiggling on my part, he unzips my skirt and guides it down my legs. My boring old black panties quickly follow, leaving me completely bare to his hungry gaze.
Feeling wild and with lust fueling my bravery, I part my legs, showing off my slick pink folds.
His hand goes to the front of his briefs and he palms his dick, sliding along its thick length.
The lights are on, another thing normally outside of my wheelhouse.
In the past, darkness has been a good friend during sex, especially with someone new.
I’m not some airbrushed woman on a magazine, I have rolls, dips, dimples, scars, and stretch marks.
All things that proclaim a life lived and enjoyed.
With James, I don’t need the darkness, I want him to see me and for me to see him.
My gaze is firmly on his hand as he rubs his dick through his briefs, and on the growing damp spot that tells me loud and clear that he wants me as much as I do him.
Abruptly he shoves down his briefs, his erect dick bobbing upwards once it’s free of the restraining fabric. He’s thick, cut, and absolutely gorgeous. Or at least as gorgeous as dicks can be. A fat vein curves up his length, and my tongue tingles with the urge to trace that.
James has other ideas, as he kneels on the edge of the mattress and grasps my legs. I let out a startled squeak as he hooks my knees over his forearms and dips his head, his tongue gliding over my folds in a fast lick that has my clit throbbing in need.
He’s definitely a man that goes after what he wants and luckily for me, he wants to eat the hell out of my pussy.
He goes all in, mashing his face into me as his tongue rapidly laps at my clit.
His husky groans of pleasure are nearly drowned out by my short gasping moans as I twist the sheets in my fingers and pump my hips, urging him to give me more.
Which he does, licking and sucking as I come undone.
I’m a shuddering mess when he lowers my legs and proceeds to kiss his way up my body.
When he reaches my breasts, I arch off the bed as his tongue circles my nipple, hot and wet, the goatee adding an extra sensation that drives me wild.
I’m still feeling the aftershocks from my orgasm, yet it’s clear we are far from done as my inner walls clench around emptiness.
Weaving my fingers into his hair, I somehow manage to form a coherent sentence. “I’m on birth control.”
He switches sides as his fingers massage my wet and puffy nipple that his lips just released. “And I have a condom. Are you going to let me fuck you?”
The absurdity of it almost makes me laugh. There is no way I’m leaving this room without having that fine dick in my pussy.
James is a big guy, but I’m also a big girl.
Pushing against his shoulders, I get him onto his back and climb astride him, my palms resting on his pecs.
I can feel his thundering heartbeat under my hand.
His dick is caught between our bodies, the hard shaft pressing against my clit in a most enjoyable way.
Rocking my hips, I slide my pussy along his length. It’s hard not to close my eyes as I savor the sensations, but I want to watch him as I tease him.
Vivid blue eyes meet and hold my gaze as his hands seize my hips. Together we rock.
Finally, it gets to be too much for me. “Where’s that condom?”
He thrusts his hips upwards as his hands keep me steady. “In my bag in the bathroom.”
Groaning, my head flops forward, sending my curls tumbling over my face. “That’s damn inconvenient,” I mutter.
In an instant he flips me, his big body looming over mine. “It won’t take but a moment.” His lips steal a fast kiss and then cool air greets me as he hops off the bed and strides into the bathroom. I have enough sense to watch his ass as he goes and damn, but it’s fine.
Laying back, I huff out a sigh, still unable to believe how I managed to land in this situation.
Sometimes when things work out, they truly work out right.
James being at a conference and me attending a vendor event that I found out about at the last minute and got my application in just under the due date. What a wild and wonderful coincidence.
James is back and for a moment he simply looks down at me with the condom in hand and his dick curving up towards his flat stomach.
“James?” I ask with a slight tremble to my voice, wondering if he’s changed his mind.
He shakes his head, his lips curving up in a smile that eases all my worries. “I went to the bar for a drink, I never imagined you would be waiting for me there.”
How in sync our thoughts are makes me think that this could be the beginnings of something truly great.
I don’t have the right words, so I simply pat the mattress beside me and he takes the hint, tearing the condom’s wrapper and rolling it down his erection.
Climbing onto the bed, James settles between my spread thighs and captures my lips. As we kiss, he reaches down and notches the head of his dick at my entrance. With a smooth flex of his hips, he enters me.
He’s large, and I feel him as he advances inside, my body making room for him until our pelvises touch. It’s been a while for me, but the stretch and fullness are exactly what I need.
James’ lips slide away from mine as he pants against my neck. “Perfect,” he whispers. “Holly, you are so perfect.”
Putting my kegels to good use, I tighten my inner muscles and squeeze him. He groans and begins to thrust.
We move together, finding a rhythm that feels both new and familiar. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me into each thrust, and I wrap my legs around him. He feels so impossibly deep.
The pleasure builds with each smooth thrust, him filling me and withdrawing before thrusting forward and bottoming out again. All I can do is hang on as the wet slap of our bodies fills my ears and my breasts bounce with each hard thrust.
I’m gasping as I teeter on the edge, so close to coming again yet maddeningly not quite there.
“Look at me,” James commands, his voice rough.
Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze, those intense blue eyes burning into mine.
It’s that connection that’s humming between us that pushes me over the edge.
With a startled gasp, I come hard, my fingers locking onto his biceps as my pussy spasms, my inner muscles gripping and squeezing his dick in waves as my release flows through me.
My climax triggers his, and James groans as he buries himself deep, his large body tensing as he comes.
Through my own release, I witness his, the way his features tighten and then relax, and something like awe transforming his face.
We collapse together, breathing hard, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat. James rolls to the side, pulling me against him, and I snuggle into his warmth with his pounding heart under my cheek.
“That was...” I start but stop when I can't find the words.
“Yes,” he agrees, as his breath stirs the sweaty curls clinging to my forehead. He presses a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering there, soft and sweet. “It was.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. And it comes to me how perfect this is. How everything about tonight was something out of a dream, and if it is all a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
I believe in dreams coming true, that good wins the day, and that miracles happen to ordinary people all the time. Mostly, I believe in love. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift, wrapped in James’ arms, and already half in love with a man whose last name I don't even know yet.