Chapter 5
Chapter five
Caitlyn
"If the ladies at the spa could see me now." Goosebumps break out on my skin as Alistair runs his fingers lightly down my arm. He hasn't stopped touching me, and my heart is soaring with his attention.
"What would they say?" he asks, his deep voice rough. We're tangled in a sweaty heap, neither of us willing to move.
I let out a soft laugh. "They'd say I tamed the beast."
Alistair grunts. "As long as I get my happily ever after, I'll be your beast."
"Where do you spend your time when you aren't in Vegas?
" I ask, trying to stay in the sexy moment but my mind is reeling from all the talk about love and forever.
It amped me up, that's for sure. I've never come so hard in my life, so I can't say I didn't like it, but now it's playing with my overthinking brain.
One night. That's all he made the bet for. One night.
"I have a home in St. Martin and one in New York. I also have a cabin in the mountains near Festival Valley."
"Wow," I breathe. I don't know what it's like to have multiple homes. "I've never lived in anything but an apartment."
Alistair pulls me against him. "I inherited a lot of money at a young age, and I've seen that go one of two ways.
Either, wander aimlessly through life, spoiled and out of touch with reality by being able to buy whatever experience you want whenever it strikes your fancy, or use that money as a way to pursue an ambition.
I see my job as one where I try to do some good in the world, including investing in companies that make a difference.
I want to grow it for our future children. "
Our? Does he mean a general our, like all the world's children? Or, his and mine?
He pulls me in closer and I lift my leg over his hips, trying to tame my racing heart. Alistair's large palm grips my thigh like he's locking me in place, and I grin against his chest.
"I was in your suite a few weeks ago. It was weird without you here." I shiver as his fingers skate up my arm.
"What were you here for?" he asks, reaching down to pull the covers over the top of us. His hands go right back to caressing my skin and I smile.
"A wedding. I met your friend, Barrett."
Alistair makes a small sound with his voice, and I glance up at him. His eyes are closed.
"Do you want me to leave?" I whisper.
"Never." Alistair pulls me in closer, and I lay on his chest, my eyelids growing heavy from our activities.
"Caitlyn," Alistair's voice cuts through the sleepy fog. "If I want to touch you in your sleep, are you okay with that? Sexually, I mean."
My breath catches. One of my favorite fantasies is to be woken up mid-orgasm.
"Yes," I whisper.
Alistair kisses the top of my head but doesn't say anything. I snuggle back against him, but his thick cock hardens against my thigh, and a little thrill courses through my body, even as I'm lulled to sleep by the beating of his heart.
Hours later, I awaken from a dream where I'm riding a horse. Waves of pleasure radiate throughout my body, as I rock in the saddle, but when I blink my eyes open I find Alistair buried between my legs.
"What?" I breathe out in confusion as I try to orient myself even as my body floods with pleasure. I moan, reaching for his hair to ground myself. My throat is hoarse and I wonder how long I've been moaning. My guess is since the second I ended up on a horse in my sleep.
"Alistair, yes!" I call out his name, knowing he likes it, but also wanting the entire hotel to hear that he's mine. Any self-preservation for my job is completely out the window at this point. "Fuck me, please!"
Alistair lifts his head, and I immediately regret interrupting what he was doing.
But not for long, because he lays down next to me, pulling my back against his front like I'm the little spoon.
He reaches for my thigh, lifting it up so that I'm hooked around his legs, and then he grips my hips before thrusting inside me from behind.
We moan in unison from the connection. He's bare again, and I have this desperate hope that he'll get me pregnant tonight.
"I'm going to fuck you full of my babies, Caitlyn," Alistair growls, echoing my thoughts, and I moan in response. "I'm going to watch your belly swell with my baby, and then we're going to do it again and again."
"Oh God!" I cry out, trying to roll my hips back against him, but he has me pinned in place. My nipples pucker from his words, so hard and tender as his arms graze the tips. I suck in a sharp breath and his fingers find one, pinching as he continues to thrust into me.
His cock is so hard, it's like riding a steel shaft.
His other hand is still wrapped around my hip, and his finger rubs tight circles on my clit.
The familiar flickers of an orgasm lick at my nerve endings.
I never would have thought I'd find pregnancy talk sexy, but here we are, and I'm flooding his cock with my release in response.
"You are my obsession, Caitlyn," Alistair growls. His teeth graze my shoulder, and my entire body shakes with a heated shiver as he fucks me. Hard. I moan, his fingers on my clit driving that familiar climax, and I know I'm close.
"How long do your obsessions usually last?" I blurt out. My brain somehow manages to break through the lusty daze begging me to stay in the sexy moment.
"I've never moved on from an obsession yet," Alistair whispers, pulling me impossibly close to get even deeper. "I told you when you stayed after dinner. I will never let you go again."
His possessive words send me over the edge. My core throbs around his hard length as my release overtakes me, and a flood of desire soaks his cock as I come undone. My moans echo around the room, and I want to sob from the pleasure.
"Oh fuck, baby. You like it when I claim you?"
"Yes, oh God! I'm yours Alistair." I pant, his fingers prolonging my orgasm.
He thrusts two more times and then comes with a roar. His hot release fills me up, and I secretly will his seed to find it's way home.
Alistair remains inside me, pulling me back against him and the moment is too much. I'm exhausted, and I quickly drift off into a deep slumber.
***
"Caitlyn?"
I groan with sleep and stretch like a content kitten as I blink my eyes open.
I smile when I find Alistair dressed in workout clothes.
He looks younger like this, and it puts more of his muscular body on display.
His face as he watches me is pure adoration, and I want to pinch myself to make sure I'm not still dreaming.
"I'm going to the gym." He leans forward to kiss my forehead. "Will you be here when I get back?"
I start to nod, and then startle. "Oh no! I have work today. What time is it?" I glance around for a clock, but Alistair hands me my phone, which he must have put on the charger at some point last night.
"It's seven thirty. You have time." He leans down, kissing me softly. "Will you come directly here after work tonight?"
I nod, giddy with the fact that he wants to see me again.
"You are so fucking sexy," he breathes. "If you should want to call in sick today, I'll make it worth your while." He wiggles his eyebrows in an uncharacteristically playful gesture, and I laugh.
"You're going to get me fired." I bite my lip. "But I look forward to later."
He smiles at me, and then reluctantly lets me get out of bed. I head into the bathroom.
I quickly check my emails, making a list for the day in my notes app, and then step into the shower.
After a few minutes, a knock sounds at the door, and Alistair pops his head in. "I'm headed down, Caitlyn."
He eyes me hungrily through the glass shower, and I fondle my breasts, pinching my nipples to see if I can convince him to join me.
Alistair's jaw clenches, and then he shakes his head like he's in pain from having to leave.
Suddenly, I realize, he's probably anxious about his routine, so I blow him a kiss and wave him off.
He runs his eyes over the length of my naked, wet body and then mouths, tonight, and leaves.
I'm still grinning like a fool fifteen minutes later when I come out of the bathroom. I towel dry my hair, turning to look in the mirror, and I notice a dark blue box and a stack of money sitting on top of the dresser. An envelope with my name on it rests next to the pile, and I open it.
Last night was incredible. - A
What is this? Is he...paying me for my time?
My stomach drops. Like a stupid fool, I thought this was more than the one night. Oh my God. Am I risking my career for a...a sugar-daddy fling?
I leave everything on the dresser and quickly race through his suite to the guest room.
I pull a dark blue dress off the rack that has a high collar and will hide the marks he left on my neck.
I check my watch and hop into the entryway as I try to get my heels on as quickly as possible, while chastising myself for being so foolish with my heart.
I can do my hair and makeup at work. I still have time before everyone else gets there.
Assuming I still have a job to go back to.