1. Octavia #2
The minute the doors closed, Octavia pushed Nathan against the wall, wrapping her hands in the front of his shirt and dragging his mouth to hers.
He tasted like spearmint, and Octavia felt relief course through her body.
There was nothing worse than kissing a guy with terrible breath, or worse, a smoker.
She heard her shoes hit the floor as Nathan’s hands ran down her body, his fingers squeezing her thighs right before his grip tightened and she found herself against the wall with her legs hooked around his hips. Fuck, he was strong.
When the doors opened, he didn’t put her down. He somehow bent, picked up her shoes, and then walked down the hall with her still wrapped around him, his left hand gripping her ass in a vise grip.
He let her down the second they were through the door to his room, and he once again had her against the wall, his mouth on hers, hand wandering to the high slit of her dress.
His fingers gathered the fabric and he dragged it higher, sinking to his knees and pushing the rest of the dress up her legs.
Nathan practically whimpered as the pale flesh of her abdomen was exposed and he wasted no time, leaning forward and kissing the soft skin right above the top of her thong.
His fingers threaded through the material, and he slowly dragged it down her legs, encouraging her to bend her knee so he could slip it over her foot.
He didn’t drop her leg, though. Instead, he raised it higher, hooking it over his shoulder, kissing and nipping the inside of her knee while his fingers danced up her legs.
Octavia was breathing so fast she thought she’d pass out as his lips skimmed her inner thigh.
His stubble was rough against her skin, but she welcomed how the sensation contrasted the softness of his lips.
His hands reached her hips and he gripped her tightly, holding her steady as his tongue made contact with her for the first time.
“Holy fuck.” She panted. How did he do that with one lick? Maybe it was the whole scenario. Maybe she just needed this no-fuss, no-muss thing. The fantasy of a virtual stranger on his knees for her.
He moaned against her clit, and the sound of it made her glad he was holding her up because otherwise she’d be flat on her ass.
She was enjoying this, but it sounded like he may be liking it even more.
That alone was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
Nathan worked her with his tongue like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Eventually, his right hand released her hip and she felt one of his fingers circle her entrance, teasing her with what was to come.
She released an involuntary little whimper and heard his low, raspy chuckle.
It was the kind of sound that would be hot even if he wasn’t on his knees with his lips around her clit.
In this situation it was molten, the hottest damn sound she’d ever heard.
The finger that had been teasing finally breached the tight heat of her, and Octavia tipped her head back as white-hot relief washed over her body.
He was going to take her apart, leave her in pieces two feet inside the room.
Aside from her underwear, they were both still fully clothed, for fuck’s sake.
Somewhere in the distance his phone began to buzz, or maybe it was hers.
She couldn’t tell anymore as she felt that floating sensation that always hit before an orgasm.
He added a second finger and sucked harder, and the phone rang again.
The sound seemed to be egging him on, like if he made her come, she’d drown out that damn buzzing.
She was so close, her body flexed, her leg pulling him tighter as she ground against his face and fingers, teetering on the glorious edge of orgasmic oblivion.
When it hit, she stopped breathing, stopped existing for a split second as everything scrambled inside of her.
He tugged her harder against him, releasing a feral sort of growl as he kept up his pace.
He was relentless as the orgasm rolled through her body and he didn’t let go until the aftershocks stopped and Octavia’s body slumped against the wall.
He kissed the thigh thrown over his shoulder again before gently setting her foot on the floor and standing. God, he was tall, taller than she remembered when he had led her to the elevator on their way up to the room.
Octavia watched as he licked his lips, mesmerized by his tongue that had just done the most wicked things to her.
She grabbed his tie and pulled him down to her, kissing him, tasting herself mingling with the spearmint.
His hands travelled up her body and he dragged her into him, his erection obvious as their bodies came together.
She wanted to climb him. Wanted to wrap her legs around his hips again and sink onto his cock.
Wanted to see how many ways he could make her come before they’d made it past the damn closet.
“Where the hell did you come from?” he asked as his hand slipped into her hair. She allowed him to tip her head back, her knees going slack when he sucked on the sensitive skin below her ear.
Octavia fumbled with his belt, all her brainpower focused on what he was doing to her neck and staying upright. “Fuck.” She gasped, raising her hands to his chest and pushing him away.
He looked momentarily shocked, raising his hands, about to apologize, but before he could say anything she grasped his shirt and pulled his mouth back down to hers.
It was too much and not enough all at once. Overwhelming and heady in a way Octavia had only ever read about. He drove his hips forward, teasing her with what was to come as he pushed her harder against the wall.
Octavia entwined her arms around his neck, hitching her leg up his until he grabbed her thigh again, his fingers digging into her possessively. One more tiny shift and she’d have him right where she wanted him most. Just a little to the le—
His phone buzzed again, and she dropped her arms, pulling her leg from his grasp and breathing hard.
“You should probably answer that,” she said, looking down at their feet, hoping it wasn’t his girlfriend or wife calling. Wishing she’d paid more attention to his left hand or asked the question.
Nathan caught her chin between his finger and thumb and tipped her head up so she was looking at him. “I’m single.”
“I…” she began.
“You look worried,” he said, the concern on his face shockingly genuine.
“I’m not a cheater.” His brown eyes bore into her and she thought he may kiss her again.
But when the phone kept buzzing, he sighed and released her, digging into his pocket to pull it out.
“Yeah?” he asked, his gaze still fixed on her, his eyes dark with want.
Whatever the person on the other end said extinguished the fire in his eyes immediately.
He stepped back, looking panicked as the fingers that had just been inside of her gripped the back of his neck.
Not a cheater, my ass, she thought, tensing against the wall.
Probably someone calling to tell him his wife was in labour or something.
What sucked most was that by cheating he made her complicit in the act without her permission.
“What? Where?” He spun around almost like he was looking for something, but he had everything he’d walked into the room with—aside from her. “No, I’m not far. I’ll be there soon. No, Mom, calm down, I’m on my way.” He hung up and jammed the phone into his pocket before racing into the washroom.
His mother…she’d done a fake emergency call before and there was nothing fake about Nathan at the moment. Besides, what type of straight man goes down on someone and takes off before someone returns the favour?
Octavia watched as he splashed his face with water and then opened the little bottle of mouthwash and rinsed her out of his mouth.
He stopped in front of her and held up the keycard.
“Listen, I’ve—this was—I have to go but stay for the night, get room service, whatever you want.
I’m sorry.” He looked like he wanted to kiss her again, his hand rose, reaching for her face only to drop it at the last minute.
She stood there, glued to the floor as he turned, threw open the door, and disappeared through it.
Octavia leaned back against the wall and looked down. Her dress was a wrinkled mess from where he’d pushed it up. Her thong was still around her right foot. There was a slight burn on her upper thighs from his stubble, proof that she hadn’t dreamed what had just happened.
She’d gotten off, but it still felt a bit like she’d been stood up twice that night.