by Lyra Parish
We stood at the counter and our arms brushed together. I looked over at her and smiled. The receptionist asked me a question but I wasn't listening. I wanted to remember Elizabeth in her black dress, windblown hair, with pink cheeks against the white marble background surrounded by a yellow glow from the chandelier.
"I'm sorry," I said, leaning against the counter making eye contact with the receptionist.
She began typing furiously on her keyboard and a smile struck her face.
"You look familiar," she said.
I handed her my driver’s license and credit card and I could see the recognition flash in her eye when she read my name, but she didn't say another word about it. She slid two room keys across the counter as if she’d made an illegal deal and gave me a wink before we walked away. Elizabeth and I walked past the twisting staircase to the elevator. When we stepped inside, I crossed my arms and studied her from the ground up. I took a few more steps toward her and watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. Gently, I placed my hand on her cheek and traced my lips across hers. Her hand caressed the back of my head. Before we could go any further, the ding of the elevator and the opening of the doors stopped us.
She looked at me as I unlocked the door to our suite called ‘The Bentley.’ I'm not sure how the woman pulled this one off but she deserved a raise. The special suites were always booked.
As Elizabeth stepped in, she gasped. The floors were dark wood and the walls were gray, but the windows that went from the floor to the ceiling stole the scene. We walked over to the tall window and she stared out at Central Park while I stared at her. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and shyly looked up at me and her eyes fluttered close. She was giving me permission to kiss her again and I'd take it. When my lips barely touched the edges of hers, my emotions rolled in full force like the tide at sea.
I slightly chuckled and she smiled at me.
"What?"
"You make me want to write a love song."
She lifted her eyebrows at me. I grabbed her hand and led her over to the bed and sat. Without hesitation, she followed.
"But you don't write love songs."
"Times are changing, babe. It's September and the summer tour is coming to an end. Who knows what could happen."
She sat on the bed and reached her hand behind her back and slowly unzipped the silk dress and untied the sash that accentuated her small waist. When I saw her bare shoulders, I kissed their softness, allowing my lips to drag across her skin. Her eyes slammed shut and a little smile played across her lips as she let out a small moan.
"You make me feel so alive," she said, and I completely understood what she was talking about because she did the same thing to me. Emotions like this is what love songs were made from. I brushed my fingertips over her shoulders until her dress fell to just above her breasts. She stood and stepped out, the dress fell to the floor in a puddle around where she stood.
Black see-through lingerie hugged her body and I couldn't help but admire her curves. She interlocked her fingers behind my head as her arms rested on my shoulders. I looped my arms around her waist and rested my hands on her tight ass. She looked down into my eyes before she kissed me with sweet, soft lips. When she pulled away, I couldn't help but sigh. Fuck! She was driving me crazy. The bulge in my pants begged to be released, but I'd let her set the pace for our night.
Confidently, she removed my tux jacket and dropped it on the floor, then loosened my tie. She straddled me then unbuttoned each button of my dress shirt, peeling it from my body. I know she could feel me. Only the material of my pants and her panties kept me from her.
Elizabeth kissed my neck, twirling her tongue around the shell of my ear as she rocked her hips against me.
"Fuck," I whispered, enjoying her taking the lead.
She moved her hips back and unbuckled my belt then undid the top button of my pants. She didn't even have to mention the hardness in my pants because I know she’d felt it. Sliding off my legs, she stood and slid my pants from my body. I stepped out of my shoes and socks, and threw my pants across the room. I stood in my boxers. Elizabeth took a step back, crossed her arms, then tilted her head.
"Now I know why you're known as the man who has broken a million hearts."
"I'll never break yours," I whispered, and she came to me with open arms. I rubbed my hand against her warm back as she wrapped her arms around my waist. For minutes we stood holding each other. I ran my fingers through her hair and when she looked up at me, I kissed her forehead. This relationship—or whatever it was—was quickly transforming us into lovers.
We kissed on our way to the bed and she pushed me onto it. I positioned my body up on one elbow and watched as she slowly removed her bra and panties. Turning around, where I could see her ass, she bent over and unbuckled her shoes. My eyes wandered over every inch of her sexy body. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.
I curled my finger, inching her to come to me. She crawled on the bed and kissed up my stomach then removed my boxers. I was so hard it almost hurt.
Not waiting any longer, she took me in her mouth. She licked from the base to the tip, causing me to shudder. Her tongue twirled on the top, then she put me in her mouth and began to move up and down my shaft as she moaned. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she liked making me feel this way. By her body language, she loved it.
"Babe," I said, knowing if she kept going I would come, and I wasn't ready yet.
Elizabeth looked up at me with hooded eyes and a small smirk on her lips.
"I can taste you," she said, twirling her finger on my tip, playing with my pre-come, then dipping my finger in her mouth. "And you taste good."
I had to hold myself back and take control, because if I didn't, I'd fuck her for five minutes and be finished. She made me so fucking hot and I didn't want to come too quickly. I'd have to tease her.
"Lie down," I demanded.
She didn't hesitate.
I pulled her body to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees as I pressed my tongue against her clit. She was so wet and her body instantly responded to my touch.
I flicked my tongue against her beautiful pussy, then pulled away. I continued playing and teasing her. Flick, wait, repeat. I dipped my tongue in her and tasted her sweetness and she moaned, pushing harder against me.
"Ace," she said, and I could tell she was close. I pulled back, smiling, and I knew she was irritated. Though she was right on the brink, I didn't dare give her what she craved.
She pushed herself up on both elbows and looked at me, breathing hard. I stood and reached into my pants pocket on the floor and grabbed the condom and put it on. When I moved to the bed, she moved beside me. I kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. She sucked my bottom lip and I knew I couldn't take it much longer.
I rolled over and held myself above her, not taking my eyes from hers as I slowly slid myself in her. She sighed with satisfaction as I filled her with my hardness. My end was at hers and we were as close as two people could be. Her eyes fluttered closed and I looked at her beautiful face as her hair surrounded her. I dipped down and sucked on her little pink nipple as I moved in and out of her. Our breathing increased and my body begged for release. We weren't fucking; we were making love. Our souls felt connected and it was in that moment, I felt a strange shift inside my body. I knew I couldn't be without Elizabeth in my life. Her soft pants became more prevalent and she pushed her body against each thrust. I gave it to her harder—her moans louder and her breaths deeper.
When her fingernails scratched down my back and her mouth fell open as she said my name, I felt her throb against my dick. I dipped my head down and kissed her as she panted and lost herself within her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned up to kiss me. But I didn't stop.
She held me tight, her lips waging war with mine as I picked up my pace. I knew this orgasm would be powerful because I’d been holding it back for far too long. She
made me want to come the minute she’d kissed me like I was hers.
Before I gave her all I was, she held my face in her hands. I opened my eyes and watched her. Nothing in the world could have broken our gaze. Elizabeth was connecting with me on such a deep level, I wasn't sure I could comprehend the rushing feelings that flowed through me like a roaring river. She placed her hand on her clit and began to play with herself as I gave her each inch of me. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as my orgasm took over my entire body.
"I'm coming . . . again," she said, buckling beneath me, moaning as if she didn't care if the whole world heard.
I kissed her so deeply, it stole my breath away.
"I can't be without you," I whispered.
"I don't want to be without you."
It was official. Elizabeth Riley was mine.
37
Elizabeth
The morning sun woke me. Our legs were like spaghetti tangled together with sheets and blankets. Clothes and extra pillows covered the bedroom floor. I turned my head and watched Ace sleep and couldn't help but smile. He had taken control and made me feel beautiful. The intense pleasure he’d given me was what other woman only dreamed of, but this wasn’t a dream.
"Morning, beautiful." His morning voice was raspy and cute. Happiness spread through me. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead.
"Morning." I snuggled into him.
"I want you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
"We might be able to make that happen," I said. I turned my head and looked at the clock. It was barely nine o’clock in the morning and we had no plans and nowhere to be. Today we could spend each and every second together—a day to remember.
My phone vibrated on the dresser beside the bed and I reached over and saw PHASE's number flash across the screen.
"Elizabeth Riley."
"Jack speaking. Your flight for California leaves in the morning."
My heart dropped. My world spun. Everything he was saying made no sense. My face went serious and my adrenaline started to spike. I had to find my words.
"What? There are still two more shows."
"Fraternizing with the band members is against our policy, which you've clearly not followed." Jack was fuming pissed. What was even scarier was his voice was quiet, too controlled.
I felt anger roll through me, quickly followed by hurt and betrayal. My eyes began to burn and I sucked in a deep breath to hold back tears. Jack had no idea what he was talking about and to make such accusation made me feel powerless. I forced out a single word.
"But…"
"Get on the plane or lose your job and I'll take legal action."
My bottom lip quivered and he said nothing more—he just disconnected our call. My phone dinged with an email and it was my travel arrangements. Being seen romantically with Ace was my personal fear, but being caught and threatened with legal action was another. My hand trembled and I dropped my phone on the bed and covered my face.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Ace asked, sitting straight up, moving toward me. He stood and wrapped his arms around me.
"Is everything okay?" he asked again.
"I have to leave tomorrow." One tear streamed down my cheek and I sucked in a deep breath as I pressed my face against his chest.
"What? Why?" He took a step back and searched my face. He looked as confused as I felt.
"Because I've been caught ‘fraternizing’ with the band." I tucked my lips inside of my mouth and tried to hold back the faucet of tears as I watched my entire career go down the drain. I hated to cry, not because I was upset but because I was so pissed and my body couldn't reflect my anger in any other way. I had spent five years of my life trying to make it in this industry, and now I would only be known as the bimbo who slept with the band.
"Wow. So how was it?" he asked, giving me a small smile, kissing me on the cheek.
"The best I've ever had," I tried to joke back.
"Can you deny it?"
I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head. "What if I don't want to hide us anymore?"
A smile grew across his face.
"Regardless, I have to follow the rules. I have to be on the flight tomorrow. I'm on their terms. I have to leave."
"Stay," he said.
"I can't," I whispered.
We lay in silence for a few minutes. Sounds of the streets below could be heard. He pulled me into his body and held me.
"What time?"
"Six in the morning. He booked me on one of the earliest flights he could."
"It's okay. This isn't the end of the world."
"No, but it feels like the end of my career. Who’s going to take me seriously going forward?"
Ace ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my head. His hand slowly rubbed my back. "We're going to get through this."
"I'm afraid when I leave, all of this will change. Each day it feels like a dream and I'm waiting to wake up."
"Look at me. Distance can't change the way I feel. It's going to take a lot more than that. I know what I want and I always get what I want." His teeth grazed along my neck causing little pains of pleasure spread through me.
"The tour is almost over and then I'll be back in Los Angeles with you," he said as he squeezed my hand.
I forced out a smile and leaned into him.
"I'll be there waiting for you." I looked up at him and his lips dipped down and met mine.
"Now, let's have fun today since we aren't hiding us anymore. What do you have to lose?"
"You." I looked at him with sad eyes and my heart felt heavy. Imagining not seeing him until after the tour was already killing me.
"I'm not going anywhere, Elizabeth. Not happening. Come on," he said, pulling me toward the bathroom. He bent over and turned on the shower, then stepped inside and held out his hand. I took it and joined him. The warm water and his hands washing and massaging out all the tension made me feel better. For a moment, we stood under the water, allowing the warmness to surround us.
"It's not the end of the world. It's only the beginning." He wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
"You make everything better." I looked up at him and kissed his chin. After the shower, he placed a towel around his waist and I watched beads of water roll down his chest and stomach. Ace was so godlike with his lean muscles, perfect face and teeth, and a charismatic personality.
He took a step forward and dried my body without rushing, and it was sexy as sin.
"Mmmm. You make me want to do very bad things to you," I said and his eyebrow lifted.
"What are you waiting for?"
An alarm rang out from my phone, killing the moment. I ran into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me and turned off the alarm. He leaned against the entranceway to the bedroom watching me.
"So sexy," he said. "We're going to have fun today."
Ace slipped on his pants and buttoned up his shirt. I put my dress on from last night. After a few side glances, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he began to move. We danced to the music inside of our hearts. He spun me around and I couldn't help but smile.
"Ready?"
I nodded. Before we walked out of the bedroom, I turned and looked at it. So many beginnings and ends happened in this room. It was the moment everything changed.
Ace grabbed my hand and we walked down the hallway to the elevator, and through the hotel. The cool breeze hit my face and legs and I shivered. We looked ridiculous wearing fancy clothes so early in the morning with last night painted across our faces. Ace grabbed my hand and pulled me into Saks Fifth Avenue.
"What are we doing?"
He grinned. "Changing clothes."
We walked to the women's section and I glanced at the price tags. A $168 pair of pants was not in my budget.
"I can't," I said.
"I'm paying."
"Then you choose what I wear," I said.
He tilted his head at me with a smirk. "Are y
ou sure?"
"Absolutely."
Ace led me across the way and thumbed through a rack of stone-washed jeans with rips and shreds on the legs. He walked over to the shirts and pulled out a studded lace trim camisole.
"Seriously?" I asked, laughing.
He handed me the clothes and we walked over to the dressing room. Ace waited outside while I tried the clothes on. My mouth dropped open when I saw how great they looked paired together. When I stepped out, Ace nodded his head seeing exactly what I had seen in the mirror.
"Perfect." He leaned down and kissed me.
"Thanks," I said and he popped me on my ass as I walked back to the dressing room.
"Don't start something you don't intend on finishing."
He tilted his head at me. "I'll start and finish it in that dressing room, if you’re not careful.”
I laughed, closed the door, then slipped on the beautiful gown. I couldn't help but think about how hot and absolutely naughty it would be if he burst into the dressing room, ripped off my clothes, and took me against the mirror.
God, I needed to stop thinking like this.
I walked out, giddy from my fantasy and he wrapped his arm around me. On the way to the counter, Ace grabbed a cropped leather biker jacket with gold zippers and buttons. Once the clothes were bagged and the cashier stated the total, my mouth dropped. Ace had spent close to $1500 on a single outfit. He put a pair of stone-washed jeans and a t-shirt with some abstract art on the counter as well.
He handed me the bag and grabbed his clothes and asked the woman where we could change. The woman pointed toward the bathroom with a smile. Ace went into the men's bathroom and I went into the women's. The clothes fit like they were meant for me—and only me. I folded my dress and placed it inside the Sak's bag and stepped out.