by Lucy Robin
I melt into him right away, despite a voice inside me screaming warning. Get away from him now!
Still holding me tight, he buries his nose into my hair and sniffs. “You smell so good, Elena. I like this perfume, too. Or is it your shampoo?”
I want to tell him that it’s neither. It’s probably my cheap hairspray. But I don’t really want to speak. I just let him hold me and smell me and stroke my back. Oh, God, I want this man, despite his arrogance and despite what he did to me years ago.
His lips find mine, and I open them to greet him. We graze and suck and moan until a door opens down the hallway. I pull him into the room and shut the door.
Chapter 23
Keith
Once we have our privacy, my lust spikes. I hold Elena firmly against the door and kiss her again.
Our lips still glue together, Elena unbuttons my shirt. One hand gripping my back, her other hand skates across my chest and drifts down to feel my cock over my boxers. As I groan, she pulls out her hand to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. We both look down as she does it. My cock has turned into a large tent pole under my boxers. She strokes it through the cotton, and I groan even louder. “Fuck. Elena. Quit doing it. I don’t want to come in my underwear.”
She kneels in front of me and tugs at the waistband of my boxers, her intention clear. I grasp her wrist and pull her up. “No, Elena. It’s my turn.”
“But you have… on the plane…”
“It wasn’t nearly enough,” I rasp as I grab her shoulders and stamp soft kisses along her jawline.
My hand moves up from her waist to her back and finds her zip. “I wanted to do it all fucking night!” I mutter next to her ear as I unzip her.
She giggles. “I thought you were counting cards.”
“I was multitasking,” I say as I tug the strap of her dress off her shoulder, and it falls onto the ground. I step back and gawk at her. “Elena. You’re so fucking beautiful!”
She shudders as she meets my eyes. I must be staring at her like a hungry animal.
I stare at her a moment longer before I reach to hold both of her breasts over her bra.
“You have no idea what a tease you’ve been,” I say as I press my thumbs into her bra. “Every fucking day, I’m obsessed with your perky breasts. I want to unbutton your shirt whenever I see you.”
She sucks in a breath as if she had no idea I was paying attention to her that way.
“I thought you hated me,” she whispers.
I thought so, too, until recently. “I don’t hate you, Elena,” I say, panting. “I want you.”
I stroke the top halves of her breasts with my thumbs, rubbing small circles first, and then squeeze them with force. My cock twitches with every movement.
I can see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the not-so-thin bra cup before I pinch them gently, forcing small moans out of her.
I like to hear the sound of her desire, and I do it over and over again while watching her.
And then I peel off her bra without unfastening it. Her full breasts stare at me with erect nipples.
“Holy fuck. They’re breath-taking!” I growl as if seeing them the first time. I reach to stroke her, brushing against her firm globes at first, and then rubbing against her areolas. Her nipples become even harder, looking like two shining crimson pearls begging to be touched.
Her legs wobble, and I hold her waist to steady her. I then bend to suck her nipple.
“Mmm.” She wriggles in my arms.
I scoop her up and carry her to the bed. As soon as she hits the mattress, she frees herself of the bra as I take off my pants and shoes.
I stand next to the bed, glancing at her. Lust boils inside me, and air puffs out of my nose. I run the back of my hand along her belly first, then onto her panties, making her shiver with want.
“You’re so hot in those lacy panties, Elena! Do you wear these every day to work, too?”
She’s wearing a tiny triangular piece of bikini that only covers her crotch and bares her hips,
“Yes,” she says as she glances over her crotch.
“You’re a naughty girl, Elena!” I chide. “Do you mean to tell me your suit skirt brushes against your naked ass every time you pass my office?”
Her cheeks turn a darker shade of red. “What’re you talking about?” she says in a throaty voice. “It’s not like I’m wearing a thong or a G-string.”
Thong? G-string? Holy fuck. My breath catches, and my thumb on her crotch becomes rough. “I would like you to wear them next time when I see you in my office.”
She gasps. “Oh, Keith!” As I slip my finger under her panties and along her wet gash, she raises her knee and rubs her foot up and down on the sheet restlessly.
I know she wants me bad, and I’m turned on by the fact. I keep strumming her clit to tease her, and she whimpers. “Mmm, Keith. I’m gonna come if you keep doing it.”
I stop what I’m doing and tug off her panties. And then I forget to breathe. “Christ! Elena. I’m gonna come if I keep staring at your pussy. It’s so fucking beautiful!”
She giggles. “Are you going to orgasm by watching?”
I know she’s teasing me. “Yes, baby. I can come by just thinking about you.”
She moans as her eyes cloud over. “Oh, God, Keith. Please stop talking and come inside me!”
I’m dying to do just that, but I chuckle instead. “Patience, Elena! I’ll give it to you in just a minute.” I want to make it good for her. I’ve been dreaming about this for years.
I grab her feet and pull her down toward the edge of the bed, letting her legs hang over the mattress.
I then kneel between her legs and kiss her thighs, licking her salty flesh all the way toward her crotch.
Elena’s breath becomes quick and shallow as I’m closer to her core, and she moans as soon as my tongue touches her soft pedals. “I like that. More!”
Her reaction turns me on more, and my cock is nearly poking through my boxers. More feminine juice oozes out of her enticing fountain each time my tongue caresses her tender flesh, and when I swirl my tongue over her clit, Elena grasps my hair. “I’m gonna come!”
I move my tongue faster until she tenses, and then I suck her swollen nub between my lips. Elena’s back arches for a moment before her hips jerk, and she trembles. “Oh, Keith!” she cries out as she pulls at my hair.
A jet of hot lava shoots out of her fountain of desire and onto my chin. I push it into my mouth and once again savor the evidence of her pleasure. She tastes divine.
She gazes at me with dreamy eyes as I lick my fingers. “That was unbelievable!” she murmurs. “I don’t remember when it was the last time it felt so good.”
It’s a compliment to me, but I pretend to be pissed. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our mile high?”
She smiles. “Oh, please. That was just a tease! Like you said, it wasn’t nearly enough.”
“You’re right about that. It was an appetizer,” I say as I slowly remove my boxers, and display my cock in front of her.
Her jaw falls open. “Ohmygod! Keith. Is it real?”
I chuckle, feeling flattered. “Yes, Elena. It’s real and spectacular. Come on. It isn’t the first time you see it.”
She sits up in order to take a closer look. “It’s true. But it never fails to shock me. And it seems like it’s larger each time I see it.”
Her voice trails off as she runs her fingers up and down my length. “Fuck, Elena. Stop teasing me. I need a firm grip.”
She raises an eyebrow as she smears my precum on the head of my cock and my shaft, still in an unhurried pace. Seeing my impatience, she then leans forward to suck me. The moment her hot mouth closes on me, I groan. I love her mouth.
“Stop,” I place a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
I reach for my wallet and pull out a condom. She rolls her eyes. “I’m so not surprised.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I rip th
e foil packet open. “I’m not always so well-prepared.” It’s true. I normally don’t carry condoms with me when I travel. I’m not into casual sex. When I was packing for the trip, I saw the box of condoms I purchased a while ago in my drawer and thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a couple with me just in case. Now that was smart of me.
Whether she believes me or not, Elena doesn’t make further comments. “Let me do it for you,” she says as she gets up and kneels in front of me, taking the condom from my hand.
“Sure,” I say.
She pinches the tip before rolling the rubber down along my shaft, all the way to the base. I grunt. Her hands feel good. I’m at the risk of coming before even getting into her pussy. “Here we go!” She rubs the crown of my dick playfully before letting it go.
“Fuck!” I grunt as more blood rushes to my cock.
She shivers as if frightened by my ferocious look. And then her eyes darken as she lies back down.
Excitement runs through my spine, and I grab her legs and spread them apart. A glance at her junction makes my heart stop—she is still wet for me. I pause for a moment to calm my agitation, and then urge overtakes me.
I groan the moment the head of my cock touches her wet entrance. Thank God for the condom. Otherwise, I would finish right there.
After a moment’s pause, I ease in slowly. Despite my caution, Elena recoils a bit.
“I’m sorry, Keith,” she murmurs. “It’s been a while. Give me a moment.”
I want her more for that. It means she hasn’t been fucking around. I’m determined to make her mine and keep her. I bend down to kiss her breast, and she relaxes right away, opening herself wider. I slide my cock in to the hilt, and then I close my eyes and groan at the incredible sensation. The warmth, the slipperiness, and the tightness of her walls. Holy fucking hell. Yes. It’s a paradise, and I never want to leave here.
“Don’t stop, Keith!” Elena wiggles beneath me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I say and thrust again, slowly. “You feel so good. I don’t want to rush through.”
I don’t tell her that it’s been a while since I’m with anyone. I’ve had a few women since Elena, but they never lasted. In recent years I’ve been busy with work and neglected relationships completely.
As much as I want it to last, I know I can’t hold the force inside me for long. It’s been less than ten strokes, and I’m on the verge of coming. Elena isn’t helping either. She pinches her nipples while I’m not doing it for her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, forcing me to go deeper.
As I’m still fighting back the roaring wave inside me, Elena tenses as she cries out, “Keith, I’m coming!”
Holy fuck. I lose it right there. The tidal wave sweeps through, and my cock explodes.
I collapse on top of her for a moment before I stand on my knees and pull out of her.
I cradle her in my arms and enjoy the post-coital bliss.
Elena stirs. “I need a bath before Nonna comes back.”
“No way,” I grumble. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“What?” she looks amused. “A second round?”
“And a third.”
She gasps. “But what about Nonna?”
“Let’s go to my suite.”
Chapter 24
Elena
Keith’s is a one-bedroom sky suite with a panoramic view of the city. It has a single king-sized bed. We head toward the jetted tub as soon as we enter the room.
“This is unbelievable!” I squeal when I step into the bathroom. It’s the size of the studio apartment I rented in college, only more splendid. Everything is sparkling—the ceiling, the floor, the ceramic bathtub, and the mirror panel. But the most enchanting of all is the glamorous night view of the Strip outside.
I stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to admire the view when Keith runs the bath, and I have the impression of standing in midair. My fear of height attacks me, and my legs shake. I’m about to turn around when a pair of strong arms get hold of me. I lean into Keith’s firm body and relax. The man is twelve years younger than I, and yet he feels so reliable, at least at the moment.
“You like the view?” he whispers, his breath hot on the nape of my neck.
“Very much,” I say, legs feel limp again, not because of fear this time.
“Me, too,” he murmurs. “Especially with you as a part of it.”
It takes me a second to understand what he means. I make out my faint reflection in the glass with Keith’s arms wrapping around my belly, and his eyes staring at me intensely. I shiver as his hand slips into the front of my bathrobe.
“Oh, no, Keith. Someone can see us.” My cheeks flush.
“On the thirtieth floor?” He chuckles and doesn’t stop his delicious assault. His hand strokes my breast expertly, making me pine for more.
What about binoculars? I wonder, but don’t ask.
My thighs are soon dripping with desire, and I moan when he presses his hard-on on my behind. He isn’t wearing a bathrobe, but he does have a towel around his middle. I rotate my hips to grind on it, making him groan.
In the window glass, I see him closing his eyes and kiss my earlobe the moment I feel the feathery touch. One hand still cupping my breast, his other hand moves to feel my wet center. “Fuck, baby. You’re ready for me again.”
All I can do is whimper and not to beg.
He flips me over to face him and pins me against the glass panel. He unties my sash, and his pupils dilate the moment my robe falls open. “Goddamn it. You’re so fucking beautiful. I can feast on the sight of you all night,” he mutters and leans over to lick my breasts.
My breath hitches, and my sex clenches. “Keith, I’ll come if you keep doing it. But I want your…”
I stop before uttering the word cock, thanks to the ounce of modesty left in me.
His towel falls onto the floor, and his erect cock points at me proudly. My mouth waters even though I’ve had a good taste of it not long ago.
“You want his, Elena?” he slaps his cock playfully while smirking.
I hate that familiar smirk. But my core aches so much I don’t have the strength to say no. All I can do is eying his beautiful hard rock with longing.
He growls as he lifts me up with one arm. Holding his cock with his other hand, he slides the tip of it up and down my length, teasing me.
“Oh, please,” I whine.
“Please what?” he asks with another smirk—that rogue.
“Please, I want you… inside me.”
He chuckles as he carries me to the bathtub. “I’ll be right back. The condom.”
I soak restlessly in the sumptuous tub, letting jets of warm water massage me and pining for Keith’s hands at the same time. After a second, I can’t help stroking myself.
When he’s back a minute later, he’s all sheathed.
His eyes darken the moment he sees me. “Fuck, Elena. You’re so fucking hot. Do you do that a lot?”
I blush and stop touching myself. “Sometimes.”
“Carry on,” he commands.
“No,” I say, feeling embarrassed.
He narrows his eyes and quickly steps into the tub, spilling water onto the brim. Before I know it, he lifts me up and lies underneath me. I sit on top of his tough muscle, dazed by the erotic position, aware of his smoldering eyes feasting on my nakedness.
“God, Elena!” he caresses my pebbled nipples with his slippery fingers. “You’re stunning.”
I very much want to say the same thing to him, because he is the most beautiful man I’ve seen in my life. I haven’t paid enough attention to the rest of his body earlier, but now I see how much I missed. The six-pack and the V-cut abs can’t be sculpted even by the best artist in the world. I trace my fingers over the indents of his muscles—something I’ve wanted to do ever since I met him at the open house, watching his eyes darken again.
“Ride me, baby,” he says in a hoarse voice, his hard cock nudging the cheek of my butt.
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nbsp; I raise my hips and let him align his cock with my entrance, and then I sink down cautiously, anticipating the fullness from the position.
I engulf his length inch by inch, as his thick cock fills me and stretches my walls.
I groan when the tip of his cock hits my most sensitive spot. I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation, forgetting where I am, but knowing I’m on top of the world.
Keith clasps my hips, forcing me up and down. I hold on to his arms for support, afraid I would fall apart at any minute. His eyes become hooded and dreamy as he groans.
I ride him slowly, grinding my clit on his cock as I go and enjoying the sparkle generated by the friction of our skin. Keith is a sweet lover who doesn’t forget to pleasure me. He frees his hands to fondle my breasts and to massage my clit, pushing me higher in my ecstasy. When he gyrates on my sweet spot, I cry out. “Oh, Keith! This is so good!”
His breath quickens. “You like it?”
“Yes, please carry on. Don’t stop!”
“I wouldn’t even the hotel were on fire,” he mutters.
It’s supposed to be funny, but I can’t laugh. I moan instead. He carries on with his trick, faster and faster, and soon I feel the coming of a tsunami inside me.
“I’m almost there, Keith.” I manage to tell him.
He stops gyrating and raises his hips high to plunge into me deeply. I ride him with abandon, matching his strokes. When I reach the precipice of my orgasm, his grip on me tightens, and he tenses. He then lets out a fiery grunt as he thrusts all the way into my cervix wall.
I cry out with him. A firework explodes inside me, and my head spins. I keep my eyes close for a moment, waiting for the storm to calm.
“Are you all right, Elena?” Keith’s voice calls me back from my dreamland.
I open my eyes and smile. “Yes. Wow. That was intense.”
“You can say that again.” He chuckles as he lifts me up and frees his cock.
We lie in the tub to rest. Keith kisses me and cradles me in his arms.