TWO
Reilly
The lift doors open and he pushes me backwards.
It was only a short ride down from the bar but he hasn’t had his hands off me.
Caressing me, kissing me. My lips, my neck, my shoulders.
It took everything in me to not sink to my knees in front of him.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I had no plans to go through with Sarah’s one-night stand idea, but I wasn’t expecting Elton as an option. Far too good to turn down.
“You want to leave at any time, tell me. I’ll have my driver take you home.”
“I’m good. For now.” I’m trying so hard to play it cool, hoping he can’t see the effect he has on my nervous system.
“Fantastic,” he growls, deeply kissing me against the door. He swipes his access card and the door falls open. I step away from him. I’m a seductress tonight, playing my part. Enjoying the game.
He walks backwards and his eyes darken. I slip my heels off and spin around to take in the room. It’s huge! Toto, we definitely aren’t in Kansas anymore. The ceiling-high windows cover the whole back wall, giving a view of miles of ocean.
“Fancy. You stay here a lot?” I nearly stumble on the words as I subtly check out the rest of the suite. This is way out of my league.
“When business calls for it.” He pours himself a glass of whisky from the bar. This room has its own freaking bar. “Drink?”
I shake my head. “No, thank you.” He leans back against the bar, he’s so natural in this situation. How often does he bring women back to a hotel room he has readily available? “So, you come here for business. Am I business?” I ask, trying not to sound as insecure as I feel.
“Oh, Sunshine, you are going to be nothing but pure pleasure.” He downs his drink, clanks the glass down on the side and stalks towards me. “I want you. What do you need from me?” he asks, snaking his hands around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Make me feel desired.” Something I haven’t felt in a long time. Life has done a number on me recently, but I’m finally ready to try and put myself out there again.
“Without a doubt.” And, with that, his lips meet mine. He tastes of smoked wood and alcohol. I could get lost in this man.
He kisses me soft and slow as I unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling as I rush to relieve him of his clothes. He takes my hands, interlacing our fingers, and moves them behind my back. Firm but not tight.
“Say yes.” He pauses, giving me every opportunity to stop this.
I nod my head.
“No, say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. Consent is sexy.
He spins us around and lays me on the sofa, kneeling on the edge, his gaze running over my body as he takes my hands and places them above my head.
“Grip the pillow. Hands stay there.” He gives them a small squeeze then skims his way back down my body, caressing every curve and dip, he grabs my feet and massages away the ache. How does he know exactly what I need? My teeth sink into my lips, begging myself not to moan at the mere touch of him.
He places a soft kiss on my ankle.
Running his hands up my legs, he pushes my dress to my waist. My core coils as he strokes the fabric of my knickers, the lace scratching against me. He’s teasing me, but there’s something about this man that tells me he likes it hard and rough. And I’m okay with that.
His hold tightens against my hip and his breathing is harsh. He’s holding back. I can tell. The way he is staring at my lace-covered pussy; like he wants to sink his teeth into it.
He leans down and runs his nose across me, breathing me in. “Oh my god, so hot.” Who fucking knew?
Slipping the fabric to the side, he licks me, taking no time to find my clit and circling it softly. I let out an elongated moan with his name on my tongue.
He slides a finger in. “Fuck, Reilly. You’re so wet and tight. I want to sink deep inside you.” His words are a contrast to the gentle movements of his finger easing into me. His tongue is back on me as he continues his slow torture.
“Elton, that … ahhh.”
I don’t know what he’s doing down there but every part of me is charged and brimming; this man has the hands of a magician. My skin prickles, following his touch. He mumbles into me, his hot breath against my thigh.
“I need to kiss you. You need to taste how amazing you are.” Why are those words so hot?
I’m so close, right on the edge. Crazy what a body can do with the right touch. His lips meet mine as his thumb takes over, his two fingers still stroking inside me, faster and longer strokes. I grab the back of his head, gripping his hair as my climax hits.
“That’s it, Reilly. Squeeze around me, I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”
I shudder, calling his name, arching my back, pushing my tits into him. My body takes over and I have no control over its reaction.
Pure fucking ecstasy.
I open my eyes. He’s peering at me in awe with a face filled with pride. The waves of the most earth-shattering orgasm subside as my body calms. “Elton,” I pant, catching my breath. “Thank you.”
He gives a deep throaty laugh. “Darling, that’s just the appetiser.” He stands and pulls me to my feet, shifting my dress down.
“Drink?” he asks, as he leads us to the bar and pours two glasses of whisky.
I confidently take a sip and try to hide my cough, but his dimples pop as he smiles and hands me a bottle of water.
I take him in. His sleeves are rolled up, showing defined forearms, and a splash of chest hair peeks out between a few undone buttons, just enough to be effortlessly manly.
His trousers are tight, his erection straining against the fabric.
Maybe this is what I need. Someone to take control in a way that’s for my benefit, not theirs. As meticulous as my ex was about my life, he was lacklustre in bed. Since then, the idea of anyone having any form of say over me has dried me up from the inside, until tonight.
“I want to please you. Tell me how,” I ask seductively. A growl rumbles from his throat and he takes a seat on the barstool, positioning me a step away from him.
“Take off your dress. I want to see you.” He leans back, taking another sip, and his eyes scan my body, coming back to my face and right into my eyes – his pupils dilate.
I slip the straps off my shoulder and peel the dress down my body, letting it fall to my feet.
I don’t know what will happen beyond tonight, but for now, the way he looks at me lights a fire in my soul. I feel empowered and strong having a man like Elton look at me like this. Like he wants to burn his soul into mine and feast upon me.
“You’re perfect,” he tells me. I try not to blush.
“Come here. Undress me,” he commands. I walk towards him, each step careful with sultry intentions.
Slowly, I start unbuttoning his shirt, holding eye contact.
I can’t look away anyway; he is enchanting.
The buttons are taking too long, so I pull his shirt from his waistband and lift it.
He grabs the back and whips it over his head, tossing it to the ground.
I trace my hands down his chest, hard and defined.
His posture is bold and strong. As still as his body is, his breath reacts to my every touch.
He’s holding on to the bar behind him, knuckles white.
I reach for his belt buckle and flick my eyes to him, asking for permission to go on. He smirks and nods.
I sink to my knees as I undo his trousers, his cock thick and long, with a glisten of pre-cum, waiting to be licked.
I grasp him with both hands, running my thumb over the end, collecting the evidence of his need and slipping it into my mouth to taste him.
He groans, and his cock stiffens further.
Fire burns in me, pushing me forward as I take him in my mouth.
My want to be seductive and tease him has gone out the window.
Now, I want my mouth around him. I take as much as I can right to the back of my throat, and I stroke the rest of him with one hand.
His hands come to my head with a firm hold, but he’s not pushing me.
Which I appreciate. “Fuck, Reilly, that feels insane.”
I bob back and forth, swirling my tongue around him and concaving my cheeks. His grunts of pleasure keep me going. My jaw is locking up, but I persevere. I want to feel his cum at the back of my throat.
“Reilly, if you don’t slow down, I’m going to come. I can’t hold back much longer.”
That’s the point, my darling gentleman.
Both my hands grab him from behind as he starts to piston his hips.
I take as much as I can to the back of my throat and swallow, contracting my throat around his cock.
He stills and holds my head in place, slowing his thrusts as he comes in my mouth.
The warm fluid slips down my throat, and I clean up every last drop.
“Jesus Christ, Reilly, you didn’t need to do that. Fuck. Fuck, come here.” He pulls me to my feet, grabbing my face and kissing me deep and slow. “I’m going to need a bit of time. Shower with me?”
I blink at him. This is a level of attentiveness and romance I wasn’t expecting. Do all his hook-ups get this treatment? Jesus, Reilly, keep it together. I’m here for a good time, not a long time. Although, a long time isn’t sounding so bad at the moment.
I let Elton lead me to the bathroom. A huge white marble room with a ginormous tub overlooking a large window. I instinctively cover myself.
“No one can see in. We’re ten floors up. Plus, it’s one-way glass,” Elton says, anticipating my concern without the need for me to voice it.
I perch on the side of the tub to watch him.
He goes to turn the shower on but stops and looks at me, flashing a panty-melting smile.
“Actually, I want to soak with you for a bit.” He leans past me and presses a button, which starts to fill the bath from the bottom of the tub.
He pours in a whole mini bottle of bubble bath, filling the room with smells you would only find at a spa.
How do I make my bathroom smell like this?