Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  “You have no idea,” Michael growled, his lips still pressed against my skin.

  His teeth bit down lightly, and I moaned. His hands roamed over my body, sliding over my hips and reaching around to grip my ass. Every inch of me that he touched lit on fire.

  “Come here,” I demanded, pulling his face back to mine.

  I kissed him so hard we were soon out of breath. My tongue slid inside his mouth desperately. I could taste the martinis he drank that night, and it only made my head spin faster. Alcohol coursed through my veins, propelling me forward. I was reckless. I was horny. The elevator couldn’t rise fast enough.

  Michael’s hand reached down for my thigh. He tightened his fist around the light material of my dress and pulled it upward. His finger caressed my bare thigh, moving higher with each stroke.

  I moaned and let my head fall back. Panting, I wiggled beneath Michael’s touch. He slid his fingers even higher, soon realizing that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  When he touched my bare pussy, he groaned and buried his face in my neck. His fingers played with me, lapping up my wetness and then sliding upward to tease my clit. I moaned loudly and pushed my hips forward.

  “You’re the devil,” Michael said roughly.

  “I couldn’t wear panties with this dress,” I said. “They would have shown through.”

  “Trust me, baby,” Michael said. “I’m not complaining.”

  He pressed down harder on my clit and rubbed me roughly. The elevator door chimed behind us, and we jumped apart. My pussy was throbbing, aching for his touch, but neither of us wanted to get caught. We stood a few feet away from each other while the doors slid open.

  There were a few people in the hallway, so Michael dipped down to grab my wrap off the floor, and we hurried toward our room. Neither of us said a word until were safely tucked away behind the door.

  The second we were inside, Michael grabbed me and tossed me roughly on the bed. He crawled up below me, taking my legs in his hands as he moved. His lips traced light patterns over my calves as he moved upward, shoving my dress aside as he did.

  Soon, I was completely exposed to him. He gripped my thighs and buried his face between my legs, his tongue already lashing out at my waiting clit.

  “Fuck!” I cried out. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about being overheard. I cried out his name repeatedly as his tongue flicked back and forth over me. Wet desire rushed between my legs, dripping onto the bed while Michael pushed me further toward the brink.

  He reached around to grip my ass, holding me tightly while his tongue took me harder. My legs shook, and just like that, I came so hard that my back arched. My mouth opened but no sound came out. The cry of pleasure got caught in my throat as my whole body shook with ecstasy.

  Michael stood up and tore his tux from his body. I wiggled upward just enough so that I pressed against the pillows. My eyes trailed down Michael’s body, growing wider when his rock-hard cock sprang free.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he told me as he climbed onto the bed, now fully naked.

  “Prove it,” I teased.

  Michael released an animalistic growl and lifted me upward. He settled me on his lap, rubbing my dripping wet pussy against his cock. I moaned as he pressed against my sensitive clit, making me shudder with need.

  My dress was hoisted up around my hips, but that wasn’t enough for Michael. He quickly unzipped the back and then lifted the material over my head. Our bare skin finally touched, and it felt like fire licked against my skin.

  When he slid inside me, I bucked my hips forward and moaned desperately. Michael rocked his hips upward, slamming into me with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the anticipation of having to wait all night to be alone. Whatever it was, we were both so desperate for each other that we could barely think.

  Michael fucked me hard, thrusting his hips upward while I rode his cock. I threw my head back and gave him access to my tits, so that he could bite and lick my nipples. I let my body take control, seeking out another release.

  “Fuck me, Michael!” I screamed. “Fuck me!”

  “Jesus Christ.” Michael groaned. “Holy shit, Julie.”

  When I came for the second time, my pussy clamped around his cock and made my entire body shake violently. Michael still wasn’t finished with me, and already, the pleasure reached down to my toes.

  I held onto him tightly, riding out the orgasm while he continued to take me harder and harder.

  “Oh my god,” I whimpered. “Holy shit.”

  “Shower?” Michael whispered in my ear.

  I nodded, but couldn’t speak. My entire body was trembling with pleasure. My head was still spinning from the alcohol. Michael lifted me to my feet, and we hurried toward the bathroom, both laughing as we ran.

  Michael’s hands never left my body. He slapped my ass and groped my tits, caressed my skin and growled in my ear. When he reached around me to turn on the shower, his lips grazed mine, and I shivered again.

  I grabbed him around the neck and kissed him hard. He held onto me for a second, his lips lashing against mine until his cock became needier than he could control.

  “Come here,” he said roughly.

  He whipped me around and pressed my tits and stomach against the bathroom wall. His fingers slid around my waist, flirting with my clit while he pushed his cock into me from behind.

  “Oh fuck!” I screamed out.

  Michael rocked his hips forward and bit my shoulder. I cried out his name and pressed my ass back against him while the shower water warmed up.

  After he pulled me into the shower, he lifted me into the air and lowered me onto his dick. I held tightly to the shower wall while he bounced me up and down.

  I came for a third time, then a fourth. I don’t know how long Michael and I spent changing positions that night, but by the time Michael finished once, my entire body was weak with exhaustion. And yet, I never wanted him to stop. I could have stayed in that shower riding his dick all night long.

  “That was…” Michael began as we dried off and slowly made our way to the bed.

  I collapsed backward onto the pillows, Michael climbing up beside me. We each reached for each other at the same time. Michael pulled me to him. I cradled my head against his chest, and he traced his fingertips over my still-trembling skin.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered.

  “You bring it out in me,” Michael said, speaking just as softly.

  All the animal need from earlier seemed to vanish as we held each other. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just about seeking pleasure. It was more than that. It was deeper.

  Michael kissed the top of my head and played with my hair while my eyes fluttered closed. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and, when we woke the next morning, his grip on me was even tighter than before.

  CHAPTER 16

  MICHAEL

  My head was buzzing as I slowly opened my eyes. Julie was still asleep next to me, curled on her side and still naked from the night before. I groaned and rolled away from the window to block out the sunlight streaming through the curtains. My head was already starting to pound with the beginnings of a hangover. After everything I drank the night before, I wasn’t surprised that my body was protesting this morning.

  With another groan, I squeezed my eyes closed and rubbed my temples. I hadn’t felt this hungover since college.

  “You’re awake,” Julie said softly. I rolled back over to face her. She was smiling at me, but her eyes were barely open.

  “Good morning.” I smiled back and moved closer to her. “How’d you sleep?”

  “I have no idea,” Julie said with a soft laugh. “I feel like ass.”

  “Me too.” I laughed, but immediately regretted it. The motion jostled my head and made my stomach lurch with nausea. “Oh god.”

  “We should eat something,” Julie said and pushed herself up. Her hand fle
w immediately to her head as she slowly adjusted to the new position.

  “I’ll order room service,” I said weakly.

  “You don’t have to do that,” Julie said. “We can go get something.”

  “No.” I shook my head firmly. “I’m not ready to leave this room. Maybe never again.”

  Julie chuckled and nodded. She sank back down into bed and closed her eyes again. I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. As I dialed for room service, I could hear Julie’s soft moans of pain. We were both miserable, but there was a note of happiness buried beneath the misery.

  After I ordered the food, I lowered myself back down beneath the covers. Julie rolled toward me and buried her face in my chest, her eyes still squeezed tightly closed.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “About what?” Julie asked.

  “Your hangover,” I said.

  Julie just laughed and nestled closer to me. She smelled like alcohol and perfume, the perfect scent for the morning after an amazing night.

  “Last night was perfect,” Julie said. “The hangover is just a reminder of that.”

  “Perfect?” I teased.

  “Don’t you think so?” she asked.

  She sat up just enough to look into my eyes. I grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, melting into her soft lips. Even with our heads pounding and our stomachs aching, I still felt that familiar surge of need when her lips danced against mine.

  “It was more than perfect,” I said softly. Julie grinned and laid her head down on my chest.

  I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, letting her presence relax my aching body. The food would arrive soon, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was hold Julie and let the rest of the world disappear.

  It had been years since I felt so deeply for a woman. After what happened with my ex, I put relationships on the back burner and focused almost entirely on work. I never saw the point of committing to someone again. Then I met Julie, and everything changed.

  “I really didn’t expect to have fun last night,” Julie admitted with a laugh.

  “What? Why not?”

  Julie shrugged. “It was a company party. Business. I just assumed it would be boring.”

  “Oh, ye of little faith,” I teased.

  “Seriously,” Julie said. “It was amazing. You threw a great party. Everyone had such a great time.”

  “Especially me.” I kissed her forehead. “My clients loved you.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Julie said.

  “I do,” I said. “I’ve never seen half those guys warm up to anyone the way they warmed to you. You even charmed their wives, which is no easy task.”

  Julie shrugged again but didn’t get a chance to respond. There was a loud knock on the door, so I gently pushed Julie off my chest and hopped out of bed. Throwing a robe around me, I hurried over and opened the door.

  “Room service?” the man said.

  “Yes, thank you.” I stood back and let him wheel the cart inside.

  I grabbed my wallet off the table and tipped him, smiling and ushering him quickly back into the hall. Julie was still in bed, hidden under the covers but naked. I didn’t want him to catch a glimpse of something he shouldn’t. She was all mine.

  “Hungry?” I asked, pushing the cart closer to the bed.

  Julie laughed. “Yes and no. I feel like I could throw up.”

  “You need food,” I said. “We both do.”

  Julie nodded and groaned. She sat up just enough that the sheets slid off her breasts. My eyes flew immediately to her bare skin, and I felt my dick twitch. Just one look was enough to remind me of how it felt to be with her last night.

  We had collided like animals the night before, but it was the most intensely intimate experience of my life. When I saw her naked breasts, I couldn’t help but want to relive every moment of the previous night.

  “I thought you wanted to eat,” Julie said, shooting me a sly grin as she grabbed a muffin off the cart.

  “I do,” I said roughly. “Just not breakfast.”

  Julie took a bite of the muffin but kept her eyes locked on mine. My skin felt hot as I climbed back on the bed beside her. We were so close that my heart began to pound in my chest. My hangover was forgotten. All I wanted was Julie.

  “Are you going to kiss me or not?” she asked softly, putting the muffin back down.

  I grinned and moved closer. Our lips were inches apart when my phone rang sharply on the bedside table. I dropped my head to my chest and groaned.

  “Not now,” I mumbled.

  “Work?” Julie asked.

  “Probably.”

  I grabbed the phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, brother.” Josh’s voice filled my ear, and I blinked.

  “Hey,” I said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you today.”

  “I thought we could plan dinner,” Josh said. “You said I could meet this mystery girl sometime soon.”

  As he spoke, memories from the party came flooding back. Josh texting me about meeting my new girlfriend. Julie agreeing to meet him. Me agreeing to the whole thing.

  “Oh,” I said. “Right.”

  “So,” Josh said. “What about tomorrow night? Does that work for you guys?”

  “Um.” I looked at Julie nervously. She was watching me closely, a confused frown on her face. “Do you want to have dinner with my brother tomorrow night?”

  “Sure,” Julie said, looking a little surprised. “It’s fine with me.”

  “She said yes,” I told Josh.

  “Great!” Josh said. “Well, I’ll text you the details.”

  “Sounds good.”

  We said a quick goodbye, and I tossed the phone on the bed. My arousal was gone and in its place was a huge ball of nervous energy. I was sure this dinner was a bad idea, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it now.

  “You okay?” Julie asked.

  “I’m fine,” I said too quickly. “Just still fighting this damn headache.”

  Julie nodded and grabbed her muffin again. She nibbled on it slowly as she stared out of the half-open window. I watched her for a few seconds and realized I wasn’t the only one feeling nervous about dinner.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “I’m a little nervous,” Julie said with a sigh. “Meeting the brother. It’s kind of a big deal.”

  I took her hand and squeezed it. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” I told her, trying to keep my voice even. I’m not sure why I even agreed to it to begin with.

  “Are you sure?” Julie asked. Her voice was soft. Shy. I’d never heard her like this before. It was adorable and made my entire body soften.

  “Of course,” I said.

  She considered for a moment and I held my breath.

  “No, I want to,” she finally said.

  I let out a breath. “Everything will be fine,” I told her. “I promise.”

  Julie smiled and nodded. We finished our breakfast and lazily made our way out of bed. We showered and got dressed, ready to head downstairs to check out. The whole time, I tried to get my own nerves under control.

  Despite my assurance that dinner would be great, I didn’t feel confident at all. Josh and I were still trying to build a brotherly relationship. He’d never once met a girl I was seeing. I didn’t know how I was going to handle this complicated situation, but I knew it was time. Dinner was planned. There was no way of getting out of it.

  “You ready?” Julie asked as I pulled my shoes on.

  “Yup.” I smiled and jumped up to grab our things.

  We walked downstairs, holding hands the whole way. We checked out quickly and then made our way outside to where the limo was waiting for us.

  Julie grinned and slid inside. I followed quickly behind her and tossed our things onto the seat.

  “Home?” I asked.

  “Sure.” Julie shrugged. “I shou
ld change at least.”

  “I was thinking…” I said slowly. “There’s this big event in the town square tonight. They’re lighting the Christmas tree, and I thought, maybe, you might—”

  “I’d love to.” Julie’s answer was fast and certain.

  By the time we pulled up to her house, I felt like my smile was permanently etched on my face. There was something about being with Julie that overwhelmed me. I wasn’t just happy. I was content in a way I hadn’t been for years. All my worries about dinner melted away as I followed Julie through her front door.