by Liz K. Lorde
There’s classical music playing through the speakers surrounding the dining area, and the air is crisp with a gentle breeze occasionally rolling through. There are candles on every table. It’s really a perfect romantic setting.
“Well,” he says, “Sometimes coincidence just brings the best of a situation. I’m really glad to be here with you.” I blush as he lifts his fork to his mouth, taking another mouthful of food.
It’s funny, I neglected ordering pasta because I’m a notoriously messy eater. He makes it all look so easy. To have such grace has me envious.
I watch his strong jaw move up and down to chew and do all I can to not stare. I redirect my attention to the table and spot my glass of merlot.
I grab my wine and bring it to my lips, trying to distract myself from my thoughts of our previous evening together. I’m doing a terrible job…Fuck.
How am I supposed to not think about that? His big strong arms around me, his giant cock inside of me…how he made me whimper at his every touch with those firm hands.
I’ve never had such exhilarating, passionate sex with anyone, let alone an almost stranger. I shiver at the thought of his touch again.
I feel a pulse of straight-up horniness shoot through my body. My clit is fucking aching. It seems I’ve lost my appetite for dinner and am ready to move straight to dessert.
“How is your food?” Aaron asks politely. I put my wine down and place my hands together in my lap under the table, barely resisting the urge to press them against my pussy and relieve some of the pressure.
“It’s been incredible. Aaron, I have to say that I just really appreciate the company you’ve shown me tonight. It’s truly a pleasure to converse with you,” I say. It’s the truth. The guy is an amazing conversationalist. It’s crazy. He’s like some kind of fantasy—a great fuck and a brilliant mind? Fuck me sideways. (Literally, too.)
“I feel the exact same way, Chloe.” He smiles. As he gazes at me, making me even more hot and bothered, our waiter approaches us.
“Dessert is served, folks,” he says. Our waiter places an elegantly plated slice of dark chocolate cake on a round dish, drizzled with chocolate ganache and with strawberries on the side in front of me.
I wait for Aaron’s final course to be set in front of him before I grab a strawberry and put it in my mouth. I wrap my lips around the fruit, sink my teeth in slowly, and pull the stem away from my mouth.
I smile at Aaron and notice he’s not touched his dessert. Clearly, he’s more interested in what I’m trying to do for him.
“Mmmm,” I say as I chew my strawberry and swallow. I bring my napkin to my mouth and blot it, clearing any strawberry seeds or stickiness from my face.
It’s funny, if it were anyone else that approached me in this entire restaurant, I probably wouldn’t have given them the time of day. But Aaron has won me over tonight, even more than he did on our first encounter.
He’s able to be on my level at all times. I make a joke, he has a witty comment to follow. He picks up on any of my facetious comments.
He really understands my message each time I communicate.
And that’s how I know he’s picking up what I’m putting down here at our little table at this restaurant. I take my foot and brush my shoe against his pant leg. I raise an eyebrow just slightly at him.
“Chloe, you’re fucking amazing. But you already know that,” Aaron comments.
“What makes you say that?” I ask coyly. I take a bite of my cake and scrape every bit of chocolate from the spoon with my tongue before slowly drawing it from my mouth. I swirl the chocolate ganache around my taste buds as I chew the dessert.
“Well, for starters, I’ve never seen a woman so…sensual with her desserts. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to try my own with all of that you have going on here,” he explains.
I knew he was getting my hints. I’m not usually so forward with men, but I’ll be god damned if I let this guy go home without having given me round two tonight. I need it after the stress of being stood up.
As a fictitious man, my ego is hurt. Why do I keep missing the opportunity to see if Ms. Winters really does fit the image she portrays? It really is frustrating not getting the satisfaction of seeing Ms. Winters, so I’ll have to keep trying.
But, for now, tonight, she’s barely on my mind.
Aaron is what’s clouding my thoughts. Every breath, every kiss, every touch we shared at the club was pure bliss. He’s addictive, and I need my fix. Right fucking now. I stick my tongue out and flick it against my spoon.
“Seriously, Chloe. This is too much to take…you’re teasing me again,” he says. I love hearing those words. You’re teasing me.
Yes, yes I am. Give me a reward. I’ve earned it.
“Teasing you? Is it really teasing when there’s an offer on the table?” I say, boldly. I see his eyes widen for a moment and watch his Adam’s apple move in his throat as he gulps.
“What’s the matter, Aaron? You’re well aware of what this mouth can do,” I say.
“Chloe, you are fucking amazing,” he says.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been seduced in public to this degree, or fucking at all, for that matter. I can’t say I’m not enjoying it. But well, there’s not exactly anything I can do in this setting, don’t you think? There’s just so many people here.”
“Oh yeah?” I remark. I twirl the spoon around and lick it all over. I take it deep into my mouth and drag it out again slowly. I look Aaron straight in the eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”
Aaron leans in close, with an incredibly serious look on his face. “Keep this up, Chloe, and you just might be walking home sideways.”
If my face wasn’t red enough before, it is now. I hold on to Aaron’s words, so similar to what I thought just moments before.
A knot forms in the pit of my stomach and my pussy aches from his proposal. I grin at him widely and flick my tongue against the spoon again.
Game on, Aaron. Game on.
Aaron
I watch her tongue lick her lips and catch the bit of chocolate just in the corner of her exquisite mouth, a mouth begging to be kissed. Her eyes are blazing with lust.
Fuck.
This girl knows how to turn on a guy. My dick’s pushing hard against the material of my pants and it takes all of my self-control not to jump her bones—right here, right now.
It would not be good for my public image, so, I restrain myself. But, I need to do something.
I lean across the table until my lips are only inches from hers. They part in anticipation and her tongue’s hovering just between her teeth.
“How about we see if we can get a room?”
Luckily for us, this restaurant is located in an exclusive five-star hotel.
Her face flushes a little as my warm breath caresses her cheek.
Unable to speak, she simply nods.
A few deep breaths in and out and I think it’s safe for me to stand up and signal one of the staff I’m ready to pay.
My credit card is returned to me and I pull out some notes to hand to a smiling waiter.
Chloe reaches for my arm and I pull her closer toward me. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but I want to touch her everywhere.
There’s a bit of a queue at the front desk of the prestigious Palace One and I feel anticipation gather in the pit of my stomach.
Part of me just wants to push past the waiting customers and say something like ‘Don’t you know who I am,’ to open-mouthed personnel who will instantly do as I command, but it seems childish. Surely, I can wait just a few more minutes.
But I feel like a kid at Christmas who can’t wait for Santa to arrive.
When it’s finally my turn, my brain is just about mush and it takes me a few seconds to string a proper sentence together. Normally, I’m a master of words. But apparently Chloe is my undoing.
“We’d like a room, please,” I say before I add, “One of your finest, please.”
Not only do I want to fuck Chloe, I want to fucking impress her.
“Do you have a booking?” the young man with too many pimples asks, and impatience rises in me. If I had a booking, I would fucking say so, wouldn’t I?
I shake my head so as not say something offending. It might not pay to offend this bumbling teenager in front of Chloe.
“I’m afraid, sir, we’re all booked up.”
His words are like a fucking cold shower. They can’t be booked up. I always get a room at this exclusive hotel if I need one.
Now, anger threatens to take over. I want to punch the pimply faced kid right between the eyes.
“Ahem.” I clear my throat and my eyes catch those of someone more senior looking. “I think you may need to check that again.”
Carlos, the manager comes over and smiles.
“Is there a problem?” he addresses his underling.
“This gentleman wants a room but…”
“Good to see you again, Aaron.” Carlos greets me like an old friend. Damn right. “We’ll have something for you in just a few minutes.” He smiles a knowing smile.
I feel Chloe’s hot body pressed into mine. Her fingers have started to travel beyond my waistband and are rubbing my lower back gently. Little electric pulses run through me.
“Thank you,” I croak and turn to look at Chloe.
Her eyes leave me under no illusion where her mind is right now. I bet her fucking pussy is already dripping down her thighs. I want to lick it up.
I can still taste her from the other night. Her juices a mixture of salty, sweet and delicious rose-scented bubble bath. Involuntarily, I lick my lips.
“Room sixteen hundred and thirty-five on the sixteenth floor, one of our presidential suites, is ready, Aaron.”
Carlos hands me the key and I smile at him.
“We hope you enjoy your stay. And keep up the good work,” he adds, and I give him a wave.
Outside the elevator, Chloe holds her head up toward me and I lean forward. Our lips meet. I press down on hers gently at first, but then harder. My tongue forces entry to find hers.
She groans and leans right into me. Like the missing puzzle piece, she’s a perfect fit. Her body molds against mine and I feel my insides melt and my fucking cock defy gravity and stand at full attention.
By the time the door opens up and I push her into it, my hands are on her fleshy ass. If I don’t get to feel her naked skin in the next fucking minute, I think I’m to explode from the inside.
The doors shut and my fingers don’t want to leave their position. They’ve come home.
But I force myself to peel them away from her luscious ass and I press the button for the sixteenth floor. With a soft purr, we start our journey upwards.
Frantically, her fingers now fumble with the buttons of my designer jeans.
It takes her less than a few seconds to free my throbbing cock, and I growl, wolf-like. Fuck. She’s so goddamn fucking hot.
Briefly, I wonder if she’s cast some kind of spell on me. I’ve never felt such pure animalistic lust toward another woman in my life. Of course, to cast a spell on me she needs to be a witch, and I have enough thinking power left to know there are no fucking witches. But the pull she has on me is strong.
Fuck, if she keeps going, my brain’s going to take leave and my fucking cock will be in charge. As it is, my brain’s unable to process any thought clearly.
We’re in the elevator.
What if…I start but am unable to reach any conclusion.
Chloe pulls away from me and her piano fingers start to play my cock like a fucking musical instrument, like she’s fucking Beethoven or some shit.
At first, she strokes the length of my shaft soft and gently. Then, without warning, she changes tactics and squeezes it hard.
Another wolf growl builds deep in my throat.
Instinctively, I press some buttons on the elevator display. With a jolt, it stops. Chloe’s a little unbalanced by the sudden movement but she regains control pretty quickly.
Slowly, almost too slowly, she drops down on her knees so her face is level with my throbbing fucking cock.
Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of it. She follows this with a gentle kiss. Her eyes are on me and my breathing’s getting shallow and fast.
With a devilish grin, she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks just on the tip of it gently, as if she’s got a fucking candy in her mouth. Yeah, that’s right baby, take that whole lollipop down your throat.
My Adam’s apple bobs up and down and it’s difficult to swallow.
She keeps going. Soft, gentle, slow, and with absolute precision. She sure as fuck knows what she’s doing.
Her hands have made their way into my boxers and found my balls. She plays with them, massages them and squeezes them.
Fuck. I’m beginning to see stars.
Her touch is charged with electricity and I feel I could power an entire electricity substation right—that’s how charged I feel.
She pulls away, smiles at me and licks her lips.
“You’re not in any pain are you?”
What the fuck? No fucking way. Not as long as her mouth is where it belongs—on my cock.
“No,” I manage to croak and my hands grab her head to push her back onto my waiting dick. I can see it twitch in anticipation.
“Good,” she purrs and moves her head to resume her position.
This time, she takes all of me and I feel her lips press against the base of my shaft. Holy fucking hell. Her tongue comes out and explores the base as she sucks long and hard.
I thrust my pelvis toward her, trying to push further into her. She has no trouble taking me.
My muscles in my abdomen start to pulse and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me.
Sensing I’m about to come, Chloe expertly increases her rhythm.
I match it and thrust in and out, fucking her face.
My eyes find our reflection in the gold-rimmed mirror in the small elevator cabin. Fuck, we look so fucking hot.
Her fingers are increasing their pressure on my balls. The world loses its focus. My brain feels as if I’ve swallowed four whiskeys straight and deep behind my belly the volcano erupts. Molten lava spreads through me and I come. Hard.
I come deep into her throat. She hungrily swallows every last drop of my creamy white cum. Load after load, I shoot it down her throat, and she keeps right on gulping it down.
Fuck. Yes.
Finally, when I’ve got none left, she releases my still throbbing cock.
She’s grinning from ear to ear.
“Everything ok, sir?” a metallic voice interrupts the moment.
Quickly, I tuck my cock back into my pants and help Chloe to her feet.
“The elevator seems to have stopped,” I reply through the intercom system as I watch Chloe unbutton her blouse, practically drooling as I do so. This fucking woman has me fucking crazy for her.
“We can’t detect a mechanical problem, sir,” the canned voice continues. “We’ve overridden the system and you should be moving any second.”
“Thank you,” I mutter just as there’s a little jolt and we do move again.
By the time we’re on our floor and outside our room, Chloe’s nearly unbuttoned all of her top.
I grab her by the wrists and roughly drag her into the room.
Time to rip her clothes off and really fuck her.
Chloe
I’m breathing heavier than if I’d run a marathon. I’m so fucking hot I wish he’d fuck me right away. I can barely wait to get into our room—our presidential suite. I had no idea Aaron was able to wield such influence. He must be pretty fucking important.
Part of me still can’t believe I just gave him a blowjob in the elevator.
I’m not sure what came over me; it’s as if I’m possessed—possessed to fuck Aaron.
My brain seems to have taken a leave of absence; there’s no other explanation.
I lick my lip
s, savoring the taste of Aaron. He tasted salty and manly. I’ve never enjoyed a blowjob more.
As Aaron drags me by my wrists into the presidential suite, I don’t even try to struggle against him.
Briefly, I take in the obscene luxury. He drags me past an oversized marble-floored bathroom with a four-person ornate bathtub, mirrors, and lights.
The master bedroom, a four-poster oversized king-sized bed with a mountain of cushions is where we end up. Black on white, black sheets, and white cushions spell absolute luxury and style.
Aaron doesn’t head straight for the bed but shoves me against the wall. Here he pins me with his toned body so I can’t move. He brings my arms up over my head and a little to the right.
“I can’t believe you exposed me like that in the elevator,” he growls and nibbles my ear.
Words stick in my parched throat. It feels as if I’ve just spent forty-two days in the desert without water.
“I thought…” I start, but he stops me.
“Don’t interrupt me.” He holds both my hands with one of his, freeing up the other. His fingers pinch my nipples so hard I cry out in pleasurable pain and excruciating lust. Electric shock waves pulse through me.
Fuck.
My pussy’s dripping and pulsing, clutching and empty, needing to be filled.
“As I was saying,” he growls into my ear. “I think you need to be punished for your actions, don’t you agree?”
I look into his eyes. Animalistic lust is reflected in them.
Slowly I nod.
“Good.” His thumb caresses my check, and I will him to go back to touching my tits or, better still, my dripping pussy.
I quiver and tingle all over. Briefly I think of my invented Mr. BadBoy. Would he treat a woman like this? Probably, quite probably, even rougher, taking what he wants. I should take notes.
The power play started by Aaron is a new experience for me.
Being in charge in my own business and yet now playing the submissive slut is a fucking turn on for me. It leaves me burning on the inside. I need him to take charge and fuck me however he wants. In fact, I’m pretty much desperate for him to.