Caught in the Storm

by Brownell, Rachael

  I feel him step up behind me as the door softly closes. He removes his jacket, slowly sliding it down my arms. The remains of my shredded dress fall to the floor, pooling around my feet, as soon as his jacket is removed. I'm standing in front of him in only my thong and black heels.

  His hands grip my waist and stay there, causing my skin to tingle in anticipation of what comes next. It all depends on one tiny detail.

  "I want you," he whispers against my ear, trailing kisses down the side of my neck to my collar bone.

  "I want you too. But I can't have you if you're married," I state, trying to hide the lust I'm feeling right now. My body craves his. It doesn't care if he's married or not.

  "I'm not. Never have been." He continues to brush his lips against my collarbone as he speaks, my skin crawling in goosebumps from the sensation.

  "Promise." My voice is breathy. I'm about to come unglued.

  "Promise," he mimics, turning me and pulling me to him.

  His lips are on mine, and we're moving. I'm being lifted and then my back hits a wall. When he presses against me, I moan into his mouth. He does it again and again, eliciting a moan from me with each and every thrust of his body.

  "I can't wait any longer," he finally admits, tearing his lips from mine.

  I take the opportunity to remove his tie, tossing it over his shoulder as he carries me across the room, his hands massaging my ass the entire time. I'm working on the buttons of his dress shirt when he sits me on the arm of the couch and begins helping me. He works on removing his pants while I continue to fumble with his buttons, my hands begin to shake with anticipation.

  As soon as his clothes are in a pile at his feet, I take him in. Joseph was toned, but he has nothing on this man. Running my finger over every groove, I let them trail down to the one muscle I care about the most. It throbs in my hand as I slowly pump.

  "Jesus," he moans, his head falling back.

  I want to take him in my mouth but he has other ideas. Reaching for my thong, he grips each side in his hands and, just like with my dress in the limo, pulls, effectively ripping them off my body.

  Reaching to unclasp my heel, he stops me.

  "Leave them on." It's not a request, it's a demand.

  Without shame, he takes in all of me. Spreading my legs, he steps between them, bends, and gently kisses me.

  "Amelia," he says as he pulls away. "I'm going to have my way with you. You're going to scream my name. I'm going to fuck you until you come. More than once. I'm not going to be gentle but you'll enjoy yourself. As long as you say it's okay."

  So direct. I don't even know what to say, so I nod my head in acceptance, but he continues to stare, waiting for me to verbalize my agreement.

  "Yes," I manage to squeak out.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, you can have your way with me. On one condition."

  "What's that?"

  "You have to tell me whose name I should be screaming."

  A sinister smile slowly spreads across his face as he leans in close to answer me.

  "Johnathan Lang," he finally says. "Now, flip over. I want to admire your beautiful ass while I fuck you. Then I'm going to take you in the shower and watch you come. After that..."

  He pauses and slides his hand up my thigh, sinking two fingers deep inside me.

  "After that," he repeats, "I plan to take you on every available surface in this place. As many times as I can. Until the sun comes up."

  A shudder runs up my spine at the promise in his voice, causing me to come apart while his fingers pump inside me until the very last explosion has rippled through my body. As soon as he removes his fingers, I flip over, ready for more of him. All of him. The best part of him.

  He's either very convincing or he's going to make good on his words. It doesn't matter. He's already won my vote.

  Four

  Johnathan

  I'm not surprised she agreed. After I tasted her in the elevator, I knew. She wasn't going to run anywhere but toward me. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to come home with me. Depending on how the rest of the night goes, I might just keep her for a while.

  The bounce of her ass, in perfect unison with the throaty groans that continue to escape her, brings me close to the edge, but I don't want to come yet. Quickly pulling out, I grip her hips, easily lift and flip her over, then kneel between her legs.

  Her eyes are hooded with pleasure as she watches me kiss the inside of one thigh and then the other.

  "Johnathan," she says, her voice cracking as her body begins to shake.

  My dick swells at the sound of my name, so I take him in one hand and slide two fingers into her with my other. Her chest swells the closer my lips get to her center, my fingers working in and out of her, and then with one quick swipe of my tongue, she explodes. I drink her in, savoring the taste of her as she squirts in my mouth over and over again.

  Screw keeping her for a while. I might keep her forever.

  She appears to be as kinky as I am, up for anything, and the way she practically sings my name right before her release is like music to my ears. I could listen to that over and over again.

  And that's exactly what I plan to do for the rest of tonight at least.

  Tomorrow is another story. One I'll write later. For now, my only concern, my only focus, is on hearing that sound again. Hearing her sing my name. Then, when I think she's done, bringing myself to release at the same moment as her one last time.

  Sliding my arm under her beautiful, full ass, I lift Amelia into my arms and carry her tired, limp body to the shower. Before I have her again, I want to pamper her a little.

  More than anything, I want to wash the shit she has caked on her face down the drain. Her natural beauty radiates through the whore makeup, and I'd like to see what she looks like without it on.

  Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against women wearing makeup to enhance their beauty or even to cover up their insecurities and imperfections. What I have an issue with is layer upon layer of unnatural looking colors on a woman's face that hides who she really is.

  Makeup should be used to help beauty shine, not cover it up.

  I sound like a damn advertisement or something.

  The bathroom is extravagant. Twice the size of mine at home. A separate shower and Jacuzzi tub. A vanity and mirror run the length of the room. There's even a small closet for linens. What impresses me most, though, are the candles scattered around the tub. It's as if the hotel knew I'd need them tonight.

  But I'm not ready to soak in the tub with her. Maybe after. Right now I want her on her feet. I want to watch her attempt to grip the granite tiles in the shower as she comes.

  Setting her on the edge of the tub, I kneel down, removing each of her heels and tossing them aside. I can smell how aroused she is from here and it makes me want to bend her over the tub and take her. Right here, right now. A quick fuck.

  Pushing away from her to clear my head, I turn on the shower and place my hand under the running water to check the temperature. Once I'm satisfied, I gather the tiny shampoo and conditioner bottles off the vanity and place them in the shower.

  Amelia slides up behind me as I'm reaching in and wraps her arms around my waist. It's a tender embrace, one I'm not prepared for, and I find myself pushing her away.

  Damn it.

  I don't want to push her away. I want her close. At least for tonight.

  For the moment, she thinks I'm a nice guy, and I'd like to keep it that way. Straight forward and kinky, but still nice. I've treated her with nothing but respect since the moment I laid eyes on her. That can't change now.

  "You know," I begin as I turn to face her. What I expect to see is a hurt expression on her face, arms crossed over her chest. What I actually find is a challenging look. "If you keep touching me like that, I'm not going to last until morning."

  She laughs at my lame joke, throwing her head back dramatically. Her hair cascades down her back, catching the light and shinin
g brightly. It's the first time I've heard her laugh, and I like it. It's almost as sweet as the way she screams my name, and it's turning me on.

  Her touch, her voice... it all has the same effect on me. It turns me on. She turns me on.

  Reaching for her, I pull her to me and slam my lips against her, capturing her laugh. She recovers from the abrupt gesture and reciprocates the kiss as I walk backward, pulling her with me in the shower.

  Stepping under the water, Amelia shivers against me but allows me to continue my assault on her mouth. That's exactly what it is too. An assault. I'm taking as much as I can from her right now. I want her tongue, her breath. I want everything.

  When I finally pull away and turn her to face the wall, she giggles.

  "You think this is funny?" I challenge, stepping up behind her. I bend slightly and press my dick against her beautiful ass. Without her heels on, she's close to a foot shorter than me.

  "I do. You're needy."

  I press into her again, this time my dick slipping between her cheeks. I feel her body tense, but I don't pull away.

  "I want you. Every part of you. And by morning, I'll have taken you in ways you've never imagined possible before. If that makes me needy, then so be it. I won't do anything you don't want me to. Just know the only way I'm going to stop is if you tell me to, otherwise you're in for a long night that you'll never forget."

  I didn't mean it come out sounding like a warning, but it did. It also caused a shiver to run up her spine, a clear indication that my words were turning her on. Just to make sure, I reach around and slide one finger between her folds and confirm what I already knew to be true.

  "I think you like that I'm needy because you're needy as well." As I begin to remove my finger she presses against my hand so I give her what she wants, sliding a second finger inside her. "Has anyone ever taken your beautiful ass, Amelia? Please tell me they haven't."

  She shakes her head but doesn't speak.

  "Is that something you want me to do?"

  I wait patiently for her to respond, but she doesn't. The water is cooling down, so I reach over and crank it back up, pulling us back under the spray in the process. My fingers are still inside her, my dick pressed against her tight hole, when she moans and bends forward slightly.

  She's giving me permission.

  If this is her first time, she's going to need to be prepared. The shower is not the place to do that. I can't just shove my cock in there like I want to right now. I need to work her up, stretch her out a little. One finger, then two. My dick will break her no matter what, but it'll cause her less pain if I spend a little time prepping.

  "Not in here," I say, pinching her clit before removing my hand. The thought of taking her in the ass has me ready to burst. I need her now. "Reach up as far as you can. I'm going to lift your leg, press you against the tile and fuck you senseless."

  She does as I say, and once I'm fully seated inside her, I bite down on her shoulder to keep from coming unglued. I'm deeper inside her than I've been inside anyone before. So deep I'm not sure I want to pull out. I know I'm just going to want to go deeper with every thrust.

  And that's what I do. That becomes my mission.

  In and out, deeper and deeper I surge. The second time she comes, I fall over the edge with her, continuing to pump until I can't anymore.

  As I lower her leg, my hands go to her waist to steady her. She falls back against me limply, a lazy smile on her face.

  "Do you always keep your word?" she asks, looking up at me from where her head is resting against my chest.

  "What do you mean?"

  "You fucked me senseless."

  Grinning down at her, I realize she's teasing me. "Oh, that was just me getting what I want and now"—I push her upright and turn her to face me—"now, we're going to clean you up and go to bed."

  "I thought we weren't sleeping tonight?" The lift of her eyebrow in challenge almost makes me want to laugh, but I hold back.

  "Who said anything about sleeping?"

  Her raised eyebrow slowly falls as realization slaps her across the face.

  Amelia's face is truly as beautiful as I expected it would be. Hazel eyes filled with wonder. A few tiny freckles that would be barely noticeable unless you were looking for them. Soft pink lips that I can't stop picturing wrapped around my dick.

  She's a picture of perfection.

  Even with her hair dripping down her back as she attempts to brush through it with her fingertips.

  "I can call down for a brush," I offer as I continue to lean against the doorframe and watch her.

  "That would be nice. You know what else would be nice?" I already know what she's going to say, and the answer is no. "A towel so I can cover up."

  "I dried you off. What do you need a towel for?"

  "Gee, I don't know. Maybe I feel a little exposed without one. You have a towel. I don't see how this is fair."

  Unwrapping the towel around my waist, I let it fall to the ground. "Now we're even," I reply, a grin slowly spreading across my face.

  I catch her roll her eyes in the reflection of the mirror, but she doesn't respond.

  Picking up the towel at my feet, I step up behind her. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, I wrap the towel around her shoulders and smile at her in the mirror.

  "Better?"

  Another roll of her eyes and I swat her on the ass, causing her to jump a little.

  "You liked that, didn't you?" I ask when I notice the look on her face. She doesn't answer, so I spin her around and find out for myself, my hand sliding between her legs and confirming my suspicions.

  Amelia moans my name as she grips the counter behind her, the towel slipping from her shoulders.

  "What do you want me to do, Amelia? Tell me," I urge her as I work my fingers over her tiny nub. Her breathing is erratic, and I can feel she's about to explode again, so I slow my rhythm and decrease the pressure.

  "I. Need. You," she says between exasperated breaths.

  "Tell me how you want me. Where you want me."

  Another moan of pleasure, but she's not answering me, so I remove my hand and take a step away from her. My hand is covered in her juices, so I take my dick in my hand and start working him up. He's close already, a tiny bit of precum dripping onto the tile between us.

  "You have to tell me what you want me to do to you. Take charge."

  "I can't." Her voice sounds small. "I've never..."

  I give her a second to finish, but she doesn't.

  "Never what? Take charge?"

  "Yes, that. And I've never asked for what I wanted."

  Interesting. She's always been the submissive in bed. It makes me wonder what kind of dominant she would make. I have a feeling once she's comfortable giving order, asking for what she wants, telling me how to pleasure her, she'd never go back to being submissive again.

  It has to be about more than that, though. There's something she wants that she's afraid to ask for, and there's only one thing I can think it might be.

  Releasing myself, I reach out, lift her onto the edge of the counter and move to stand between her legs. At this angle, I could slide into her without having to bend, but I don't. Instead, I take her hand, move it between her legs, and help her pleasure herself.

  "I know how to get myself off," she says, attempting to pull her hand away.

  "Good. Show me that way so I know how to."

  "I think you've figured it out already," she says as I move her hand back and forth over her clit.

  "I think I have too, but that's not why I want you to touch yourself. I want you to come again. I want to see your face filled with pleasure. Then I want you to bend over so I can prep you for what you really want me to do."

  Removing my hand from her, I slide it between her legs and place my fingertip over the entrance to her ass. I feel it pucker as I press against it. Amelia’s hand begins to move quicker as I rub my finger back and forth, pressing slightly, begging for entrance. The moment she cries
out my name, exploding against my arm, my finger slides inside her ass, and she comes again.

  Working her through her orgasm, I slide my thumb between her slick folds as my middle finger continues to fuck her ass. When she starts pressing her ass against my hand, meeting me with each thrust, I feel myself explode against her leg.

  I’ve never come so hard in my life. Not without assistance or without being buried inside someone. For me, this is a first. One I’d like to repeat if she’ll let me.

  Five

  Amelia

  My body is still convulsing as Johnathan carries me to bed, gently laying me down. Walking across the room, he flips the light off, enveloping us in darkness. I feel him crawl in behind me, and then he's pulling me to him and the covers over us. We lie there for a few minutes before his hands begin to wander.

  I'm not sure how much more my body can actually take. It's exhausted, yet the moment he touches me, I feel alive.

  When he slipped his finger in my ass, I thought I was going to die. Not from pain but from pleasure. My boyfriend in high school begged me to let him do that, and I always refused. I was scared. He was the first person I'd ever slept with, and I was certain the pain would be astronomical. Hell, the first time we had sex, I cried.

  Maybe it's the fact that Johnathan seems like he knows what he's doing. Or the fact I'm older and wiser. I don't know. Something about this man makes me want to give him every part of myself, even the places no man has gone before.

  I wanted to ask him to take me that way in the bathroom, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. The thought of it made me feel dirty. Now, it's all I can think about. One finger brought me to orgasm. I can only imagine how amazing his cock would feel back there.

  As if he's reading my mind, he spreads my ass cheeks and places his dick between them, slowly rubbing.

  "You liked it when I was in your ass, didn't you?"

  How is it that he can say something so vulgar and turn me on at the same time? His voice, his words, they're sexy and sinful. Filled with lust.