by J P Books
And he does.
I close the door and go to Alexa, who’s still in Adam’s arms. I think we’re all shaking, and I cover her back with my body so that she’s fully enveloped between the two of us.
“It’s ok,” I whisper to her. “It’s going to be ok now. He’s gone. He’s never coming back.”
I kiss her head and rub her shoulders. I need to touch her, to feel her physical safety in my hands.
I make eye contact with Adam. “Bring to the bedroom,” I say, and watch him lift her in his arms to follow me back to bed.
He lays her gently on the bed, and we each take a side, surrounding her with our presence.
I want to wipe out every memory of her ex, and I start refocusing her attention by taking one soft nipple in my mouth. It responds immediately, firming as I suck gently. I massage the other with my hand, and I know Adam’s using his hands on her body as well because I can feel her respond to both our touches uniquely.
“Thank you,” say says softly and I feel her hand on my head.
I don’t answer, but place hot kisses all over her chest, slowly working my way down between her legs.
I kiss her stomach and then the tops of her thighs. There’s already a wet spot on the sheets beneath her.
I slip my hands underneath her ass and lift her up gently to get better access. I run my nose through her soft, velvety folds, enjoying the musky scent that is only her.
“Yes,” she gasps, wanting more. I thrust out my tongue to taste her.
“No,” she says. “I need you inside me, now,” she demands.
Happy to oblige, I stand up. Adam throws me a condom and I pump my cock a few times to get it to complete hardness before wrapping it up.
Adam has taken over her breasts, and I can see her hard nipples glimmering with traces of wetness left from his mouth.
I position myself at her entrance and can feel that she’s ready; hot, wet and aching to be filled.
“Adam, I want you too,” she says.
I pause, not quite sure how that’s going to work out. We’ve gotten progressively more experimental over the past month or so, but logistically some things are still difficult to accomplish.
She’s holding out her arms though and motioning for him to straddle her. He props her head up on pillows before taking his position.
For me, there’s nothing that feels as good as a soft pussy wrapped around my cock, but something about Adam’s muscular ass, flexing as he slowly thrusts into her mouth, makes my balls tighten.
The welcoming depths of Alexa feels smooth and tantalizing as I plunge in and out of her, but the memory of his tight ass, begging to be penetrated but resisting every inch is an erotic image that drives me to the brink. He’s groaning already, and I can hear her humming with pleasure.
I follow the movements of her body, holding her hips and driving deep inside of her. Her wetness is running down my leg.
I hear a loud smack as she releases Adam from her mouth, gasping out a “yes” and throwing her hips up to grind against me hard.
“Oh god, I’m so close,” she says, whimpering.
I see Adam’s arm jerking as he takes over and lets her focus solely on her own pleasure. His ass and all the muscles of his back flex.
I can feel her demanding pussy tightening around my cock.
“Adam,” she asks, “will you do something for me?”
“Anything, babe, you know that.”
“Will you fuck Parker? I want to watch you while he’s inside me.”
I groan in anticipation, feeling my cock thicken even more.
“I’m so close baby, I want to watch you.”
He looks at me questioning but apparently sees my acceptance written all over my face because he stands up. He grabs a bottle of lube from the side table and another condom.
In seconds, I feel warm, oily slickness running down my ass and it takes a supreme effort not to keep slamming into Alexa.
I hear him rip open the condom and then feel his large hands rubbing the lube over my ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
He starts with a finger and I suck in my breath. This alone is usually enough to make me blow my load, and I’m going to have to keep it together if we’re going to give Alexa the show she’s craving.
I focus on my breathing, but I know my fingers are digging into her hips. He plays with my ass for a minute, then moves to put in two fingers.
I try not to wince. I imagine his cock deep inside me and let my breath out. The pain stops and I can feel my body responding. He drives into me with two fingers, and then three, and finally, I feel his thick hard cock putting pressure on my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and Alexa starts writhing her body underneath me, loving what she’s watching.
Adam slowly pushes inside me, waiting for me to adjust and then slowly going a bit further.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps. “I’ve never felt anything so tight in my life.”
I’m struggling not to move, overwhelmed by the pressure inside me and the rocking hips of Alexa underneath me.
“I’m not going to last,” I say through my teeth. “I’m going to fucking come.” I’m not moving, but the pressure of an orgasm is building anyways. Throbbing pulses are radiating from my ass and my balls are so tight they hurt. Alexa’s wet pussy is tortuously soft in comparison.
“Come for me baby,” she encourages me, “come for us.” She moves faster underneath me and Adam pushes himself even deeper.
I stop breathing and every muscle in my body flexes as the orgasm rips through me. I hear my own yell and feel my body spasm. I collapse onto my arms, being held up by Adam’s hands. The movement drives him even deeper inside me and the waves keep coming.
Finally, I feel a tingling sensation all over and I gasp in a deep breath. I plunge deep into Alexa, one last time before pulling out.
Adam carefully pulls out too, and I crawl onto the bed, kissing Alexa as I stretch out to lay beside her, my body feeling like a mass of jelly.
“Holy fuck, babe,” I say as I pull her earlobe between my teeth. “Adam’s going to have to take over.
He pulls off the condom he’s wearing and holds out his hand for mine. Not even this seems strange to us anymore.
I watch as he slides another over his cock, so huge I have no idea how it fit inside me just minutes ago and steps between Alexa’s legs.
“Yes baby,” she moans. “I need you. Hard. Please.”
He pulls her down to the edge of the bed and lifts her hips up to meet him. She wraps her legs around him and bridges her body to give him access.
He doesn’t waste time but plunges himself inside her. The angle makes it look almost painful, to my eyes, but she’s clearly enjoying it.
“Holy fuck,” she screams. “Right there, don’t stop.”
Adam doesn’t stop. Using his arms he lifts her and drops her, over and over again on his cock, getting more and more frenzied.
Suddenly her body arches and she lets out a strangled gasp. I watch as she rides out her orgasm and he clenches his jaw, deep inside her.
As her cries quiet, I watch her body relax, once again letting Adam’s arms carry her weight. He starts moving again, slowly, and deeply inside her.
It only takes a few more thrusts before his body goes rigid and I know he’s pumping everything he has inside of her right now.
He carefully lets her drop to the bed and she scoots back to snuggle up beside me.
In a minute, he’s lifting both our heads and slipping his arm beneath us, protecting the other side of her body. The three of us lay there in silence, utterly spent both emotionally and physically.
“I believe you,” she sighs, so quietly I almost don’t hear it. “I believe you. He’s never coming back. I’m finally free of him.” And I feel one single tear drop hit my chest.
THE END
Playing With Fire
CHAPTER 1
Avery rested her hands on her hips and smiled
to herself. She was just starting her morning shift at the Crosby Street Hotel and she was feeling good about it. Morning shifts were her favorite because, before she went down to the lobby to start dealing with the guests, she always came up to the hotel’s rooftop terrace restaurant for a coffee. The view was amazing. She loved looking out over New York City, finding all the iconic buildings as she watched the sun coming up over the skyline. It reflected in all the windows, turning the city into one giant, glittering mirror. Avery loved it.
But the sun had broken the skyline and she’d finished her coffee, which meant it was time to go back downstairs and get to work. With a sigh, Avery picked up her cup and took it back to the kitchen dish pit, waving at Johnny, the hotel’s chatty chef.
“You know, we have waiters for that,” Johnny called from where he was beating house-made hollandaise sauce. He nodded towards her dirty coffee cup.
“Let them save their energy for the paying customers!” Avery replied with a smile. With one last wave, she disappeared down the back stairs, taking the delivery elevator down to the ground floor.
The lobby was bright and clean and already humming with activity, just the way she liked it. Avery was one of Crosby Street’s top concierges. She’d been working there ever since she finished her degree in tourism. Of course, she’d started out as a part-time receptionist, but her talents had quickly moved her up the ladder. She loved her job. She loved the hotel, with its beautiful rooms, pretty courtyard, and, most importantly, its view. She loved the staff, they all took care of each other and looked out for one another. She even loved their guests – for the most part.
Crosby Street was an upscale boutique hotel right next to the famed Museum of Modern Art so it had its fair share of bossy, whiny, spoiled celebrity guests. But, for the most part, their clientele was lovely. And Avery had always been good at smoothing down any ruffled feathers. She didn’t mind telling a few white lies about someone’s ugly coat and terrible updo if it kept her guests happy.
“Good morning, Avery!” Janice, the woman working the front desk smiled as Avery crossed the lobby. “Is that a new skirt?”
Avery looked down at her sleek black and gray pin-striped pencil skirt. “Yes,” she grinned. “Do you like it?”
“Definitely,” said Janice. “Makes you look amazing. Like sexy librarian taken to the next level.”
Avery giggled. “Thanks, Janice.”
Selena, Avery’s friend and another concierge, appeared out of the back room, her coat over one arm. She’d been working the night shift and was dying to get home. Her glossy blond curls fell in a wave over one shoulder and she raised a well-groomed eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a bit short for work, though?” she asked.
Avery frowned, looking back down at her skirt. “Do you think so? I mean, it’s form-fitting, but I thought it was long enough.”
“Well, as long as you’re comfortable, sweetheart. That’s the main thing,” Selena smiled, her baby blue eyes crinkling in the corner. Coming forward, she gave Avery an air kiss on both cheeks. “So good to see you, darling. I’m absolutely dying to go to bed. But let’s have drinks soon, okay? I feel like we haven’t hung out in years.”
“For sure,” said Avery, smiling. “Just let me know when.”
“I’ll check my schedule,” said Selena, squeezing Avery’s arm. “Have a good shift!”
And with that, she swept out of the hotel in a wave of rose-scented perfume, looking more like one of their rich clients than a member of staff.
Discreetly, Janice rolled her eyes. “Your skirt is definitely not too short, Avery,” she said.
Avery worried her lip. “Do you think so? I dunno. Selena’s just so much better with clothes than I am.”
“It’s perfect. You look amazing and totally work appropriate. It’s not your fault you have legs the length of Manhattan, you lucky jerk.”
Avery laughed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want to make any waves just at the moment.”
Janice rolled her eyes again. “You never make waves, Avery. You’re the opposite of a wave-maker. And don’t worry. When Meghan retires next month, you’re totally going to get the job. It’ll be Avery Montague, Head Concierge then. Who else would they give it to? You’re perfect for it. Everyone knows you’re amazing at your job.”
Avery chuckled. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll give you Fridays off once I’m in charge of scheduling.”
Janice put a hand to her heart. “Whaaaaat? Me? Do that? Never!” The two women grinned at each other and then burst into quiet giggles. There was a group of German businessmen reading the paper in the soft seats of the lobby and Avery and Janice knew better than to disturb them.
But they were still grinning when a smartly-dressed man in his early thirties walked in. Even without the perfectly tailored gray suit, he would have caught anyone’s eye. He was at least an inch or two over six feet, with an athletic build, and thick, dark hair. His skin was tanned and it made his piercing blue eyes all the more striking. Avery bit her lip and tried not to stare.
Behind him came another man, bulkier, with a shaved head, wearing a dark suit and a Bluetooth in one ear. The women at the front desk glanced at each other. It was all that common at Crosby Street, but they had seen enough bodyguards to recognize one when they saw one.
Avery raised her eyebrows, bending over Janice to take a look at that day’s reservations. Silently, Janice tapped one name: Deacon Wolfe. He had booked their two most expensive rooms on the top floor. His name rang a bell, but Avery wasn’t sure where she knew it from. Whoever he was, she could tell from across the lobby that he had money. That bespoke Brioni suit and the dour-looking bodyguard certainly wouldn’t have come cheap.
“Good morning,” Janice smiled. “Welcome to the Crosby Street Hotel. How can I help you today, sir?”
“I’ve got a reservation,” said the man, his chiseled face breaking into a warm smile. “Wolfe. Deacon Wolfe.” His gaze moved from Janice to Avery and Avery felt her stomach do flip flops as his eyes slid quickly down her body. He looked up, meeting her eye. His smile grew fractionally and Avery could feel desire blow through her like an adrenalin shot to the heart. She swallowed.
Janice nodded. “Yes, you’re on the top floor. Excellent choice. Do you have any bags?”
“They’ll be delivered shortly,” said Wolfe.
“Excellent,” said Janice. “We’ll have them brought straight up. This is our concierge, Avery. I’ll let her show you up to your room.”
Deacon nodded, his eyes briefly flicking back to Avery. “Sounds great.”
Janice handed Avery the key cards and Avery finally allowed herself to smile at the handsome man. “If you’ll just follow me,” she said, leading them to the elevator.
Deacon gave her a smile that made her feel lightheaded and nodded. “I’m all yours,” he said.
I wish, thought Avery.But the hotel had very strict policies when it came to fraternization between the staff and the guests. And Avery was a professional. She wasn’t about to run around after some guest, as sexy as he might be. Especially not this close to a promotion.
“On the roof, we have a terrace bar and restaurant, which is where we serve breakfast. Though, if you prefer, they also do a magnificent brunch. Some of the best French toast in the city, you have my personal guarantee.”
“Are you a French toast connoisseur?” Deacon asked, a sparkle in his eye.
Avery chuckled and nodded. “Well, actually, since you asked, yes, I am. I’ve been refining my tastes since I was three years old.”
“A true gourmet,” Deacon laughed. “That’s dedication to your craft.”
“Oh, yes,” Avery smiled, playing along. “I’ve suffered for my passion.”
The elevator dinged and opened onto the top floor.
“So, your rooms are just here at the end of the hall,” Avery said, leading them to the doors and letting them into the luxurious rooms. The tall windows let in
the morning light, making the pale decorating look bright and inviting. For just a second, Avery let herself imagine Deacon laying her down on the large white bed. It was a nice dream. “Downstairs we have a 24-hour gym and on the first floor past the lobby, there’s a lovely, cozy drawing room with a fireplace, not that it’s really the season for that. On Sundays, we show films in our private theater. This week is Casablanca, if you’re interested. You’re here until Tuesday, aren’t you?”
“I am,” said Deacon. “And I love Casablanca.”
“Who doesn’t?” Avery smiled. “It’s a classic. Now, if you have any other questions, just give us a call at the front desk. We’re here around the clock.”
“Surely you’re not, though,” Deacon asked.
Avery shook her head and laughed lightly. “I love my job, Mr. Wolfe, but even I need to sleep. I’ll be here until seven tonight, and then you’ll be in the capable hands of Selena.”
Deacon gave her a slow, seductive half-smile and Avery felt an answering tingle from under her new pinstriped skirt. “Until seven? I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for your help, Avery.”
Avery had to admit that it stroked her ego a little that he’d remembered her name. “My pleasure,” she replied, handing him the key cards. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”
“Oh,” Wolfe replied, his thumb brushing her fingers as he took the cards, “I’m sure I will.”