by Gail Haris
Jimmy
We arrive to the hotel and I open the door for her. I go to the front desk to check in while Jolene stands back in the main area of the lobby.
“I have you for a king-size bed, staying one night, correct?”
A gentleman would request two queens just in case Jolene needs a room. I could offer her to stay in mine…in two separate beds of course. I look back over at the striking woman standing in the middle of the lobby…
“Sure, sounds perfect.”
I’m most definitely not a gentleman. I do go the extra mile and get two key cards just in case she takes me up on my offer. Let’s face it, if she does take me up on the offer, we won’t need them since neither of us will be leaving the room. I stroll toward her and she smiles at me. Damn, that smile. She could make a saint have devilish thoughts. She’s almost as tall as me and her flight uniform accents all her lovely curves. That raven colored hair looks silky and I’m dying to let it loose from that bun so I can run my fingers through it. She’s standing so stiff, but I’ve seen her fire. Now I’m ready to see if I can feel her heat and get burned in the best way by her.
“All checked in?” Her eyes are wide but guarded.
“Yup. What do you say to room service?”
“You said to join you for dinner at the hotel restaurant.” She narrows those bronze eyes at me, but I see a slight waver.
“I did.” I agree. “But then a thought occurred to me.”
“Uh-huh. And what’s that?”
I stand closer to where there’s only a breath between our chests. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “I’m not sure the restaurant would approve of us dining in our underwear?”
“To be fair, I’m not sure I would either.” She turns her face up toward mine. We’re so close that I could easily kiss her right now. One inch closer and our lips would touch.
“Really? Well, if you’d rather have no underwear, I’m game if you are. You’re my guest, after all. I want you to be comfortable.”
Jolene pushes past me and begins walking toward the sign of the restaurant. “I’ll be comfortable dining in the restaurant dressed as we are.” She calls out to me as she keeps walking.
“That works too,” I grumble under my breath.
Seated in a tiny corner of the restaurant, Jolene leans her chin on her delicate hand. “So, where are you from, Jim the Greek?”
“New York City, Bayside. You?”
“Tampa, Florida. Do you travel a lot?” “Quite a bit. I have since I was a kid. Clearly, you do. Ever go anywhere just for fun,
not work related?”
“No. I work a lot so I haven’t had enough time. You obviously know what I do for a
living, what do you do?”
Before I can answer, the waitress arrives to take our order. When she leaves, Jolene eyes me and continues her line of questioning. “Tell me, Jim, is this typical for you?”
“Yes. Typically, I order steak. I do love my beef.”
“Noooo,” She draws out. I grin, pleased with myself, watching her fight back a smile. “I meant picking up women at the airport.”
I chuckle. “No. Actually, this is a first. What about you? Do you typically leave with a man you met at the airport?” Her smile vanishes, letting me know immediately that I’ve said the wrong thing. “Hey, I’m not judging.” She asked first, in my defense. “Let’s discuss chicken. Do you typically prefer poultry dishes?”
She giggles. Thank God that worked. “Poultry dishes?”
“Of the poultry variety?”
“Although I appreciate your attempt at changing the subject, it’s fine. Actually, it was typical for me to leave the airport with someone. Usually, it was a pilot.” She scoffs. “It was a pilot. Always.”
“That makes sense. More sense than scanning for stranded, lonely travelers while they drink their chocolate shakes.”
“I think I’d prefer the lonely traveler than the pilot. I’ve recently made a vow to never date a pilot again.”
Oh shit. “Let me make sure one thing is clear. You never want to date a pilot again? Because that’s been your typical type?”
“Exactly. Never again. I’d walk through fire to not date a pilot ever again.”
The waitress places a cocktail in front of Jolene and a beer in front of me. I release a nervous chuckle, “Fire, huh? Rather have flames lick your body rather than the tongue of a pilot?”
“Yes.”
“What if it was an extremely sexy pilot? With a skillful tongue? Who could make you feel on fire in the best way.”
Jolene picks up her cocktail glass and looks at me over the rim. “Sounds like you want to sleep with a pilot.” She takes a sip and then places her glass back down. “I know exactly how skillful their tongues are…with lies.”
“That’s most people. Unfortunately.” I take a long drink from my beer. I lick my lips and lean on the table. I focus on those gorgeous, pouty lips and liquid, honey eyes that are illuminated by the fire burning inside of her. Her shoulders are tense and her back is straight as a board, it has me wanting to pull her out of her chair and do something wild. Maybe kissing her in the middle of this restaurant? Maybe knocking everything off the table and sitting her on top of it like they do in the movies? Maybe…pulling her on top of my lap and telling her to buckle up because it could be a bumpy ride. Oh God. That was a bad line, even for me.
“Are you like most people?” Her voice brings me out of my crazy scenarios. I stare at her with raised eyebrows. She repeats the question. “Are you like most people, Jim the Greek?”
We’re not dating. This isn’t a date… technically. It’s hopefully a great night of sex. There’s no reason to tell her. None at all. Guilt gnaws at my gut, but then she bats those eyelashes at me. I take a long drink from my beer while maintaining eye contact with her. The heat burning in her eyes has my body on fire. “Let’s go to the room and I can show you exactly how I’m not like most people?”
That came off really cocky, but damn it, I can deliver. I am fully prepared to make this a night she won’t forget. I’ll spend all night loosening every tense muscle in her delectable body.
She smirks and tilts her head. In a sweet voice feigning innocence, she says, “That’s right. You booked a room, didn’t you?”
I sure as hell did. “I’ll tell them our room number and ask them to send our order up.”
“Tell them they can take their time. I’ve got an appetite for something else.”
My guilt over my career details has been replaced by something else. A much stronger emotion—lust.
I’m not a complete scumbag, though. I’ll tell her the truth – if she asks me directly. Again.
Jolene
Jim scans his keycard and then holds the door open for me to enter. I pull my carry on behind me and shimmy past him. Jim walks over to the night-stand. Not wanting to waste any time, I place my carry on against the wall and turn to face him. I open my mouth to speak, but stop when the room fills with oldies music. Oh boy. I know how to pick ’em. This night keeps getting more strange.
My eyebrows pull together and I debate if I should run. “Setting the mood?”
He leans his shoulder against the wall, watching me with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Elvis Presley does have one of the sexiest voices of all time.”
“Ah. Elvis fan. I used to know a guy who was a huge Beatles fan.”
“Yeah, it took four of them to compete with the King. Besides, this song is fitting, don’t you think?”
I listen to Elvis’ soulful voice croon about it being now or never and who knows when we’ll meet again. Jim the Greek is an Elvis fan, who would’ve guessed? I can get on board. I allow the music to course through me and feel the beat. Slowly, I unbutton the top of my uniform blazer. Jim’s eyes seem to shine brighter. I continue to slowly unbutton my top without breaking eye contact because if I did, my nerves would be on full display. When I’ve finished unbuttoning my blazer, I slide out of it and toss it on the chair
. Then, I start on my white button up. When the buttons have cleared my chest, revealing my white lace bra, I can see Jim’s obvious excitement when I give him a complete once over. Yup. Looks like he is going to pass that inspection with flying colors.
I toss my shirt and then reach behind my back, making sure to perk my girls up in the process as I then go to unzip my long skirt. I let the skirt drop to the floor and step out, wearing only my matching white lace undies and navy heels.
“Allow me to be of assistance.” Jim steps in front of me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He gently pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed. God, is it wrong that I’m hearing him say that in that delicious Greek accent?
“Now you want to help?” I ask him in a taunting tone as I raise one eyebrow.
Instead of keeping our banter going, his face is serious as he wraps a strong hand on my calf and slides it down to my heel. He pushes the shoe off and does the same to my other foot. Jim places a hand on my chest and gently guides me to lie back on the bed. Hooking his fingers through my underwear, he drags the lace material down and tosses them to the side. My body jerks when he places a sensual kiss on my bellybutton. I gasp as he goes lower, lower, and lower. He was right. Heat spreads through my veins and my body does feel like it’s on fire. Fisting my hands in the white sheets, my legs wrap around his back needing to keep him anchored to me.
“Jim.” I gasp. I want more but I don’t know if I can handle more.
He raises up and my eyes lock on his dilated pupils with blue and green swirls. Slowly, his tongue slides across his glistening lips, evidence of my arousal causing me to suck in a deep breath. His voice sounds deep and strained as he growls, “You like that?”
“Wh-what do you think?” I pant as I raise up slightly.
The arrogant ass actually winks and gives me a cocky smirk. Before I can make a snarky remark, I feel his teeth nip me. I shriek but then I feel his warm tongue there. I couldn’t form words if my life depended on it. Pressure begins building, and I feel my body climbing higher and higher. A scream begins to build in my throat, so I grab a pillow and cover my face. I tighten my legs around him and squeeze as I ride out the most intense orgasm.
I open my eyes to find Jim still gripping my thighs and breathing heavy. He’s staring at me, and despite his face just being there, I feel a little self-conscious. He cuts those piercing blue eyes to me, and in a breathy voice says, “I think we can get you to come harder.”
Harder? I don’t think… He slides his arms under my thighs and holds me tight in a firm grip. Not taking his eyes off mine, he slowly lowers his mouth, and then…Oh God! He most definitely delivered on his promise because now I’m seeing stars. Why did I ever waste time with those asshole pilots over the years when I should’ve been looking for a Greek man named Jim?
Jimmy
I force myself to stop. I could devour this woman all night, but the taste of her, combined with her tightening her legs around me and panting my name, I’m going to blow in my pants. My pride will not allow for that. Plus, I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get to experience all of her. I push myself off the bed to stand. Jolene’s chest rises and falls. She’s still wearing a bra, I’ll need to fix that very soon.
Quickly, I begin unbuttoning my shirt. I’m so excited that my hands are shaking. I can’t get to her fast enough. The heat behind Jolene’s eyes is almost an inferno. She crawls toward me on the bed. Her eyes search my face before she crashes her lips to mine. Her fingers work in a rush to help undo the buttons. I shake out of my shirt, while Jolene bites my bottom lip as she undoes my pants. As soon as my arms are free from my shirt, I wrap them around her and we fall on the bed together. The music has stopped. Our heavy breathing and skin touching are the only sounds we make.
There’s the fire I knew was burning inside of her. This woman is all passion right now. There’s no sign of stiffness, other than her nipples are hard as rocks. The feel of her warm skin against mine sends a blaze through me. I can’t get enough of her. I can’t get close enough, I can’t taste her enough, I can’t move fast enough, yet I want to slow down and savor her…but I can’t, the need is too great, me wanting to sink into her tight heat my sole focus right now. She moans into my mouth and that’s my undoing.
“Fuck. I forgot the condom in my pants.”
It hurts to pull away from her, but I hurry and grab a condom from my wallet on the floor. Ripping the packet apart with my teeth, I take out the condom and slide it on. I crawl back on top of Jolene and take her hands in mine, holding them above her head.
“Are you ready?” I let out with a heavy breath. Her gorgeous smile and eyes are bright with excitement as she nods and pulls me closer, my green light to go all the way with this beautiful woman. With a single thrust, we become one, and I silently thank God for sending that storm. Our hands squeeze each other’s as I begin to move. Her legs hold me against her, pulling me in deeper with each thrust as I lean down to kiss her neck. She raises her chin up, granting me more access as she moans and I greedily feast on her. I go back up to her lips, but she’s having none of that as she pushes me off, forces me on my back and down on the pillow.
Holy fuck. Jolene straddles me and now I’m back inside her. It’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever dreamed up. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
“I guess I’d have to be to keep up with a Greek god?”
I reach up and finally remove her bra. I chuckle, “I actually feel like one getting to have you.” My hands get their fill, but I can’t resist, the need to taste her more is so great.
“Tasting you.” I sit up with Jolene still straddling me and take one of her perky breasts between my lips. I move to the other breast and hold her tight against me with one hand, while my other slides down, squeezing her ass and encouraging her to keep up that delicious friction and speed. Her nails scrape my scalp as she grabs at my hair, running her hands through each strand. I jerk and adjust to go in deeper while I hold her firmly on top of me.
“Being inside you…I’ve never felt this good.” I grunt and pump harder. Jolene reaches up and undoes her bun that’s already coming loose. I fall back against the pillow and marvel at her beauty and how she takes control. The sight of her hair falling down while she rides me is embarrassingly my undoing.
“Jolene,” I growl as I quickly flip her over and position her on her hands and knees. I power into her. She screams out as her knuckles turn white gripping the sheets. My eyelids grow heavy as I feel her body constrict around me. As the sweet sound of her moan hits my ears, I don’t want to miss the look on her face as she comes. I flip her back over and swiftly slide back in. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I worry I’m being too rough, but she pulls me closer and releases another whimper of pleasure. Those rewarding sweet sounds will be my undoing. It’s also another green light for me, so I ramp up my movements. My eyes open and meets hers as we both come apart in each other’s arms.
Neither one of us says anything. I don’t even know what to say after that. This was supposed to be a one-night stand, but that didn’t feel like anything I’d ever had before. How? She’s a stranger to me, but I swear that was not just sex…not at all. It was a real connection. Part of me is terrified. I need to get up and get as far away from this as I can. But another part of me, the caveman who is obviously in touch with his emotions, wants to feel that again. She can’t leave me tonight, not when I need more. So much more.
Jolene
What the hell just happened? What was that? I’ve never in my life experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm like that. Wait…correction, multiple mind-blowing orgasms. Honestly, I’m a little freaked out. This was supposed to just be a night to let loose and break my pattern of hooking up with pilots. It wasn’t supposed to be serious but—that—that felt serious! Too serious, if I’m being honest.
“Hey,” Jim whispers as he runs his strong hand through my hair and then down my cheek. “You’re tensing up on me, and not in the good, moaning my name way like earlier.”
When I smile, he smiles back even wider. “Sorry. It was…nothing.”
“It was far from nothing. I know,” I watch his throat as he swallows. He licks his lips and then continues, “I felt it too. That was intense.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. I feel better knowing he felt it too. I shift underneath him and start to raise up, but his hand gently guides me back down.
“Don’t leave. Whatever you’re thinking, don’t go. Stay the night.”
My eyes search his normally playful eyes that are now serious and pleading. I nod and he gives me that mega-watt smile again. Immediately, his eyes turn bright and sparkle with naughty promises. “You still haven’t eaten your dinner. I’m sure room service will be here any minute, so you have to stick around. Besides, it’d be rude to love me and leave me.”
I giggle but stop when I see how he’s staring at me. “What?”
“I love your laugh.” I’m at a loss for words. I feel slightly uncomfortable with how he is watching me. He frowns and says, “Well, don’t stop because I said something.”
“Now it’s weird. I can’t just laugh for no reason.”
“Sure, you can.” Jim then attacks me, his hands tickling me all over.
“Quit!” I beg between fits of laughter. “I swear, I’m going to pee myself!”
If I pee myself right now, I’d die. Jim, on the other hand, thinks this is hilarious and doesn’t let up. To torture me further, he gets on top of me and pins me with his weight. One of his hands tickles me in all my ticklish places, while another hand tickles me in my most sensitive of places. “Oh…my…gosh,” I gasp and giggle. I’m so confused with myself right now. “I…will…” I gasp and then squeak out, “hurt you!” I try to kick and punch him because I seriously can’t stand to be tickled. Over our laughter, I can barely hear the knock at the door. “Jim,” I giggle out, “the…door!”
“Room service,” a voice calls out.