23. Mia
Chapter twenty-three
Mia
I leave my drink with Will and nip to the bathroom. I hadn’t realized the bar on the other side of the corridor is also decorated. It has quieter music and more places to sit and chat. I pop in on my way back to see what the vibe is like. Maybe Will and I should head in there. The bar is about the same dimness as the restaurant at the moment, but manages to feel cozier.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Mia?” Damien is sitting with three others, two I recognize as staff from Montagne étoilée.
“It’s great—fancier than I anticipated, but I’m having a great time.”
“And Will’s having a good time?”
I nod, distracted by Bryce’s quiet voice coming from behind me. It sounds like he is deliberately keeping his voice low. Damien and I make eye contact, and he quietly excuses us from the rest of the group, moving us closer to the partition. He seems as interested in the conversation as I am.
“I’m sure she’ll do it. I don’t think you need to worry.” Bryce’s voice.
“And if she doesn’t sell?”
“It's Paul,” Damien mouths to me. “Bryce’s cousin.”
“If she doesn’t sell her shares, I stay running the show.” There is a shuffling sound; someone picking up a drink, perhaps? “Or I put a new manager in who will do what we say.”
“Either way, we’re in charge?” Paul asks.
“Exactly. Worst case scenario, we can still squeeze a lot more profit out of this place.” My mouth drops open, then I remember Damien is watching my every move. I snap it closed.
“The staff are complaining.”
“Who gives a shit? Don’t go soft on me now. There are plenty of other people who would love to work here.”
Damien looks at me, eyes pleading. I don’t know how to respond, but oh boy do I know there will need to be some kind of a response. I need time to think about it, to plan my next move. I’ll have to be careful, especially since Bryce is a part owner. Sure, I now own two-thirds of the resort, but kicking out another owner isn’t going to be simple. I excuse myself, careful to speak quietly enough that my voice won’t be recognized by Bryce and make my way back to Will as quickly as I can without looking like there’s an emergency.
Will is talking to a couple, and I quickly introduce myself, then drag him to the foyer.
“Can we head outside?” I ask, practically a hiss.
“Outside? It’s fucking freezing!”
He clearly knows something is wrong because he doesn’t take much convincing. We brave the cold.
“What’s up?” Will asks, a plume of breath billowing from him.
I look around, making sure we’re alone. Unsurprisingly, no one else wants to be outside when they can be inside in the warm. “When I went to the bathroom, I ran into Damien. We overheard Bryce talking to his cousin Paul. They were talking about the resorts—about me!”
“You and Damien eavesdropped on Bryce and his cousin?”
“They were in public! They could have no expectation of privacy, Will!” My mind is racing, trying to keep me on track. I now have firsthand evidence that Bryce is doing what the others have told me; putting profit above people. And now Craig is gone, the only thing between Bryce and my birth family’s legacy is me . “Anyway, he said either, I sell the shares and he’ll take over, or he’ll keep ‘running the show’. They were talking about squeezing profit out of the resorts.” I screw up my face.
Maybe I should have just trusted Damien and Ingrid earlier, but I couldn’t have reasonably taken only their word for it and taken action without finding out more. “That ‘profit’ comes from making long term employees lives worse, for no reason other than money.” I grab Will’s arm. The heat of him burns my icy fingers through his suit jacket.
“I’m not going to let them run this place into the ground. I have no choice, Will. No choice.” Will rubs his hands up and down my arms. I’m not sure whether it was to calm me down or warm me up. Is that a faint smile?
“Okay, okay,” he says, wrapping his suit jacket around my shoulders and pulling me in close. “I love when you’re passionate about things. But can we get you back inside? We can’t have you turning into a popsicle.” He holds me at arm’s length, looking straight into my eyes. “I promise you, tomorrow, we’ll come up with way forward. I know you love a good plan.” I nod, jaw sore from clenching against the cold.
“Okay. But I do need a plan. And I think I’m going to need some help.”
“I promise you we can talk about this all you want later, we can make a plan. But tonight—” The look he gives me is almost enough to distract me, but not quite. “—I have other plans for you.”
My mind is still whirring. Maybe the best option is to buy him out? I think I can make that work, I’ll need to phone Gerr—
“Hey,” Will says gently, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I know this is stressing you out. And I promise you, I’ll help. But I’d love it if we can just have tonight.” He looks wistful. Is he worried tonight is the only night we’re going to get together?
I nod, and wrap my arms around his waist, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
“You’re right. Tonight, I’m all yours. But tomorrow, I would love your help.”
“Of course,” he says, leaning down to kiss me deeply. “Anything you want, Limpet. Anything for you, always.”
It is almost one in the morning when we head back to our room.
The second the lift door closes behind us, Will pushes me up against the wall, his whole body pressing into mine. It is becoming clear to me that this ‘fuck it, we’ll worry about it tomorrow’ energy is likely to continue for the rest of our night. I'm giddy with nerves and anticipation.
I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
We tumble into the room, hands everywhere. One of the straps of my dress has fallen from my shoulder. Will bends down to kiss my collarbone, muttering ‘so fucking beautiful,’ quietly, as if he’s whispering to himself.
I clumsily help Will out of his suit jacket. He takes my hand in his, kisses it, then shrugs off his jacket, slinging it over the back of the chair. He kicks off his shoes, and gently backs me up into the bed to sit me down. Kneeling at my feet, he unbuckles the straps on my shoes. I could get used to him on his knees like this. My heels fall flat to the carpet, and I lean forward to catch Will’s mouth with mine.
“On your stomach.” I stare, not comprehending. He gestures toward the bed. “Lay down. On your stomach, Mia. Do what you’re told.” His voice is firm; this is so close to a command that my stomach tightens in response, but the grin on his face shows me this is play.
I nod, and position myself face down on the bed, careful not to snag any beads on my dress. “Wait there,” Will says, as I hear him rummaging around in the bathroom. The second the sound of his breathing gets far enough away that I can’t hear anymore, I realize how vulnerable I am. And how fucking much I love it. And what a surprise it is that I love not knowing exactly what’s coming next.
He's back in a heartbeat, before I can get too in my head about it. My eyes are closed, listening to him close the curtains then click off the light, plunging us into heavy darkness. I can hear him moving around the room, but can’t quite place where he is. He smooths his hand over my calf.
“Do you like this, Limpet?” I nod furiously, head in the pillow. He laughs, “Sorry, sweetheart, you’ll have to use your words, I can’t see you.”
“I love it,” I breathe.
“Good. Don’t you dare move.” It’s that growl again. He plants a kiss on my shoulder, then all of a sudden, his hand is gone from my calf and he disappears into the darkness. Another click, and the light around the mirror in the bathroom turns on, leaving a slight glow.
A rustle, then Will half-crawls over me, avoiding catching my dress. He straddles my thighs, just below my ass. The material of his pants is rough against my skin, and I want to feel it all over me. Something faint smells divine. Is that vanilla and black raspberry? My favorite. Is there a chance he remembered that’s my favorite? That all of my hand creams are vanilla and black raspberry, and that’s the perfume I wear almost every day?
He unzips me, then eases down the straps of my dress. A liquid sound, then wet hands rub together, and Will’s oiled hands are on my bare back. He massages my neck, my shoulders, careful to avoid the edges of my dress. His touch is firm, powerful and hits in all the right places, and this time, I can’t stop myself from letting out a little moan of pleasure. He pushes the zip lower and lower, tantalizingly slow, until the top of my black underwear is exposed. He touches the clasp on my strapless bra, hesitating.
“This okay?” His breath is warm on my neck.
“Yes. Please.” It’s nearly a whisper. He expertly unhooks me, and I struggle to pull the bra out from under me.
After a few more minutes of the most incredible massage I’ve ever had, he says, “I’m worried about getting oil on this dress. Can we take it off?” I nod, not sure whether he can see me in the dim light. I push myself up on my hands, lifting my chest, then my ass up so together we can shimmy the dress off.
He stands, gingerly draping the dress over the same chair as his jacket, then straddles me again, pinning me to the bed. The weight of him is exhilarating. He has taken off his pants, so this time, the deliciousness of his bare thigh against mine warms me. The bottom of his shirt tickles against my lower back, and the hard bulge of him presses through his underwear on my ass. Another squirt of oil, more rubbing of hands, then blissful pleasure on my lower back and hips.
Will takes his hands off me, making a mystery sound I work out is the sound of him unbuttoning and discarding his shirt. He moves his body down my thighs, rubbing his oiled hands down my ass, down to where my ass meets my thighs. He pays special attention to my ass, spreading my cheeks as he massages me into deeper relaxation.
He leans over me to kiss my cheek, moaning into my ear, “These have to come off.” He pulls my underwear down, using one hand under my hips to encourage me to lift my ass up and get on my knees so he can tug them down my thighs. His attention turns back to my ass, digging into the center of me, spreading me and getting excruciatingly close to the wetness that has been growing as he tortures me. A tiny part of me feels guilty that he’s showering me with all this attention, but mostly, I feel cherished and beautiful and sexy.
I want him so fucking bad my slickness is spreading down my thighs.
He brings the massage back up to my shoulders, pressing his hard cock through his underwear against my ass, grinding against me. “Okay if I take mine off too?”
“I want to feel you,” I half moan, turning my face to watch him pull off his boxer briefs in the dim light. His long cock springs out, and he gives himself two firm strokes with his hand before positioning himself back on top of me, massaging my neck. I realize now his stroking was to oil himself up so he can slide against me easily. The deliciousness of his hardness pushes against my ass, probing closer to the wetness at my center. I push my ass back into him hoping to invite him to slip inside me, but he places a hand on the small of my back, gently, but firmly forcing me into the bed.
“Look at you, so greedy, my little Limpet.” I growl into the pillow, but I’m not complaining. “Be a good girl, and be patient, and you can have the whole thing.” The weight of his hips on mine, and the insistence of his hard cock rubbing over my ass feels divine.
Thankfully, I don’t have to be impatient for much longer. “Ass up.” He demands as he grasps both sides of my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. He runs a finger down the crack of my ass, collecting wetness from my pussy then rubs it gently over my sensitive clit.
“This is some delicious access,” he whispers as he kisses my ass cheek. He sits back on his heels between my spread knees, teasing my clit, pulling his finger back to gently, shallowly enter me, then back to my clit. I push back on my elbows trying to get his fingers in deeper, but he takes them away completely, leaving me gasping for more.
“Didn’t I just tell you to be a good girl? Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He lets me suffer, heat and desire and anticipation building inside me, then finally returns his fingers to my clit, this time with more intention. Where has this insistence come from? God, I could get used to this attitude.
“Let’s see if we can give you a good time before I fuck you. I can’t tell you how much I’ve been dying to fuck you, Mia.” His voice is ragged now. “For months. Fuck, for years.” This time, I manage to press my hips back to get more friction on my clit.
“What did I say about being a good girl, hmm?” He runs his teeth over my cheek, making me yelp. “Stay still and you’ll get what you want.”
I do what I’m told, and true to his word, the pressure builds within me slowly, and Will keeps me grounded by keeping a hand on my hip, occasionally pressing a kiss to my lower back. He expertly keeps the speed and pressure consistent. I moan. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
“It’s easy when you’re this sexy.” I feel myself clench and wish I had something to squeeze down on. As if he’s reading my mind, Will slides two fingers into me, gently stretching and finding a rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to be inside you. Gonna come for me, my good girl?” His voice is low but my entire body is so focused on him I have no trouble hearing him. I whimper and nod, getting closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to hear you. Are you going to come for me?” This is more of a growl, and I bury my face in the pillow. “Tilt that ass up for me, I want you to see all of you,” he says, putting his free hand on the small of my back, forcing me to arch.
“Yes, I’ll come for you.” It comes out as a whimper. There is something perfect about being this exposed. I know he can see me. It’s dark enough that I feel like I’m on display, and the perfect amount of vulnerable. Somehow, he has kept the pressure and speed the same, exactly what I need. I push back into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper inside me. He keeps up the speed, kissing and gently biting my ass until finally, he tips me over the edge. I come, and he keeps up the speed but lightens the pressure until he can feel I’m no longer rhythmically clenching around his fingers.
Will supports me to lay back down on my stomach, then he lays close to me on one side, partly covering me with his body. He kisses my back, shoulder, neck and cheek, and smooths the hair back from my face. his hardness pressing against my hip. I smile lazily at him, contented.
“Your turn?” I ask, trying to roll over toward him.
Will kisses my shoulder, “I thought you’d never ask.” He rolls, taking a condom from the nightstand and opens it, sliding it onto his length. A tiny voice in the back of my head wonders why he has it, but I push it away.
“Stay just like that, that’s perfect.” He straddles my thighs again, pressing his hard cock against my labia. This time, instead of sliding up and down my ass, he slowly pushes into me, spreading me with his thumbs. He is moaning softly and moves his hands so he’s gripping my hips hard, thrusting deeply into me. I can tell he’s losing control as he thrusts fast and harder.
“I want to feel you come.” The moan Will lets out in response to my whisper almost makes me climax again right there. Will snakes his hand up my back, holding the base of my neck for leverage. If anyone else did that I’d probably panic, but I trust him implicitly.
A few thrusts later and I feel him swell inside me. He lets out a strangled moan, then collapses onto me. “God, Mia, you feel amazing.” He kisses my neck and cheek, and everything feels right.
“That was even better than I’ve dreamed it would be,” he mumbles, rolling to slip off the condom. He presses a kiss to my forehead and snakes his arms around me.
Everything feels safe. Perfect. Now it seems so silly that I’ve spent so long resisting us because everything is perfect.