by Chelsea Cash
Chapter 4
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I was down in the hotel restaurant, absently stirring my iced tea with a straw and feeling out of place. I had another one of Jenny’s glamorous dresses on, but this time a tight black one, and yet I still felt like an imposter being here. Plus, I was bored with no one to talk to.
After a delicious and painfully expensive meal (good thing this trip was almost over), I got up from my seat and started walking toward the lobby elevator. My plan was to watch movies in the room tonight. After all, this trip wasn’t all for nothing if I still enjoyed the luxurious bed, right?
As I was walking down the hall, I heard an amplified voice coming from down the hall. It was a man’s voice, very deep and commanding.
“And that’s how Jake’s Accommodation Group has made it to record numbers yet again. The vision was to create luxurious hotels unlike anything thought up previously, and we’ve succeeded,” it boomed from behind a closed door.
Curious, I walked toward the door. It sounded like a conference of some kind. I reached out and gently opened the door as the voice continued talking about the hotel and its business conception. I slipped into the room, hoping not to be noticed, and looked up at the front of the room.
Standing at the podium was the man from the bar last night, looking as dashing as ever. Behind him, on a projection screen, was a gigantic photo of him on the cover of TIME Magazine.
His green eyes flashed in my direction for a moment. This time they lingered for two seconds before continuing to scan the room. As this happened, his speech paused for just a moment, imperceptible to everyone in the room apart from the two of us, or was that just my wishful thinking?
The moment of eye contact was like an electric current running through my entire being. He was elegantly dressed, with a deep red button up shirt and black tie, but the tie was loose around his neck. Somehow, I found it incredibly sexy that he was confident enough to pull that look off in this setting. I could clearly see his chest muscles through the shirt and felt my legs almost weaken.
I felt my pussy tingle beneath my dress as I continued to listen to him speak. I was so caught up in the pitch and depth of his voice that I hardly took in any of his words until he said, “I’ll be at the bar in the lobby tonight, and tonight only, in case anyone has questions for me.” Did he make eye contact with me again, or was I imagining things?
The conference was about to end, and I didn’t want to be caught standing awkwardly in the back, obviously not meant to be there. So, I quickly exited the room and headed straight for the bar. In honor of Jenny, I ordered a vodka tonic, wishing she was here to coach me through this, or talk me out of being crazy. Don’t be silly, I told myself. Jenny lives for this kind of shit.
Was I really about to try to talk to that man? He was on the cover of TIME Magazine! I was intimidated just listening to him give a speech, for God’s sake. Nervous, I sucked down my vodka tonic and ordered another, making it a double.
Knowing that he was about to enter the bar soon was making my heart race, even though I felt ridiculous realizing that. My pussy was hot and throbbing, and I could tell I was growing wetter and wetter. I longed to touch myself. Being horny this often was really out of character for me, but maybe Jenny was right about me needing this vacation. I realized then that I had been suppressing my sexual side.
I heard the door open and turned around, hoping it was him. It was just an old couple coming in the door. I looked back at my drink, halfway through the second one now. I was starting to feel quite buzzed, especially since I hardly ever drank beyond a glass of wine per week or so.
I heard the door open again and looked over. It was him! He glided in with a presence that commanded respect and attention, and I knew at that moment that I was hopelessly infatuated.
He didn’t look my way this time, but went to sit in the same spot he sat the night before. Any minute now, people are probably going to enter the bar to talk to him. Now’s your chance, Monica, GO! I told myself. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but I actually stood up and walked over.
“Hi. Umm, I saw your conference. I mean, I saw your speech. Some of it, anyway,” I finished lamely.
He looked slightly amused, “You saw my speech? Are you aware of the fact that tickets to that conference were $10,000?”
I spluttered a bit. “Are you serious?” “Yeah, but you weren’t there for the whole thing, so I’ll let it slide,” he said, looking at me with those piercing eyes. His expression was unreadable, and I felt the heat rising in my cheeks. At just that moment, a woman walked up and tentatively said, “Mr. Jakes?”
He turned around and the spell was broken. “I have some questions for you,” she began, looking nervous and giggly, “but first, can I have your autograph?” Autograph? I thought. Who is this guy?
I decided that was the appropriate time to leave and headed back to my room. I was so horny from just that casual interaction with Mr. Jakes that I could hardly stand it. I entered the room, hastily took off my dress, tossed it aside, and got in the shower. I soaped up my body and played with my breasts, tweaking my erect nipples and gasping, thinking about his mouth on them.
I removed the shower head from the holder and pointed it at my pussy, gasping and moaning slightly at the sensation. I came explosively to the thought of being fucked from behind by Mr. Jakes. I would have said his name during my orgasm if I knew it.
After my shower, I decided that this was madness. I’m in a faraway city, which I will likely never return to, at least not for a long time. Jenny told me to make this worth it. I am going to at least try with this man.
Did the thought scare me? Sure, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t give this a shot. Give what a shot? I asked myself, uncertain. I decided that I wasn’t aware of my true intentions.
I entered the bar again and he was there, but getting up to leave. I strode up to him anyway. “Mr. Jakes,” I began, and he turned to look at me. “Can I have a few moments of your time?” I cursed myself for how mechanical this sounded, but was elated and pretty surprised when he said yes.
“Walk with me,” he said next and turned to exit the bar.
I walked beside him along a hallway, aware of his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne. “What did you want to ask me? I only have a few minutes,” he said.
“It’s not so much talking as something I want to do…” I began. If he understood what I meant, he didn’t reveal it on his face. I decided to take a crazy chance. The hall we were in was somewhat dark, with no signs of hotel guests, and I fleetingly wondered if he led me here on purpose. I sure hoped that was the case.
“Is there anyone on this floor?” I asked him, and he said that there wasn’t. I took this as my cue. Before my mind could get in the way, I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed my body against his. It felt rock hard and warm, and to my immense pleasure, he reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“You’re a bit eager, aren’t you?” he said, making me doubt what I did for a moment, but I could feel that he was enjoying it and growing stiff. I grinded my body on his, letting my physical desire guide me and hoping it wouldn’t steer me wrong.
“I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you last night,” I said breathlessly while his hands slipped up my dress and explored my ass and lower back. I let out a little moan and felt as though I could collapse at any second. He gave my ass a light squeeze and leaned in to kiss me. All thought was immediately driven from my mind as I felt his tongue on mine.
My hips kept grinding, as I started to throb with desire and longing. His hard cock was pressed up against my silk-clad crotch, and I rubbed my pussy on it, trying to feel more of his heat. He felt thick and long, and I was aware of my juices seeping down my inner-thighs.
I wanted him inside of me. Now. I reached down to unbuckle his pants, but he stopped me. He placed each of his hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to the floor, so that my face was level with his crotch. He unzipped
his pants and pulled out his beautiful, smooth, throbbing cock. I had never wanted something in my mouth this badly, even though I wasn’t usually very into giving head. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he said, “Right now.” I obeyed his command without a second’s hesitation.
He sighed as his head touched my tongue, and then he slid his cock inside of my mouth. I began to frantically bob my head up and down on it, sucking and aching with desire. Finally, he softly grabbed my face as a signal for me to stop and said, “Get up.”
Did he usually do this? Someone with as many admirers as him had to have his fair share of options. I wanted to be an exception--to be special to him. I hoped I was. Stop thinking, Monica! I chided myself.
I stood up, feeling like I was dreaming, and he grabbed my hips, spinning my body around so that my front was facing the wall. I had to reach my arms out and touch the wall to steady myself, before he lifted up my dress.
“Spread your legs. Now,” he commanded, and again, I obeyed. My body seemed to be moving on its own, and I probably couldn’t resist obeying even if I had wanted to for some reason.
He grabbed the back of my panties and ripped them off, casting them aside. They were expensive, but I didn’t even care at that moment, especially when I felt the tip of his hot cock rubbing around my tight little opening. He slid it under, rubbing it against my clit and sending electric jolts through my body.
“God, you’re so wet. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Daydreaming about it? Rubbing your sweet little pussy to the thought of it?” he said in his low, sensual voice. He sighed deeply, and I felt his breath on my neck.
“Yes, oh my god yes, yes, yes,” I said, still in that dreamy state of passionate longing, “Please just give it to me.” I usually wasn’t very vocal, too embarrassed to say anything during sex, but he was driving me mad, and I could tell he enjoyed it. He stuck his head in very slowly, then stopped, and I started instinctively backing up on it.
“Not so fast, slow down,” he said. “Don’t be so impatient.” He sounded demanding, almost annoyed, and I stopped moving for a moment.
Then, he forcefully thrusted his cock inside of me to the hilt, and I almost screamed with pleasure. “OHHH, oh my God, fuck me, fuck me,” I called out, not even caring if someone heard me. He started gliding out, maddeningly slow.
I moved my body back and forth, trying to get as much of him inside me as possible. He grabbed my hands and crossed them behind my back, holding them with one hand and burying his other deeply in my hair, while we rocked back and forth. He massaged my scalp, and I thought that the combination of sensations happening from above and below would actually drive me out of my mind.
Was this really happening? My pussy was tingling, throbbing, and felt like it was about to explode. I was edging closer to an orgasm. He stopped again and then pulled the length of his shaft out almost all the way. Was he doing this on purpose to tease me? Well, it was working.
I started bouncing my ass up and down on him, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside of my dripping cunt. I could hear his breathing getting harder and faster as I did this, and it drove me even wilder. I wanted to hear him moan too.
This man appeared so controlled and poised that part of me was dying to see him let loose even more than he already had. I was really close to the edge now and started bucking with wild abandon, fucking his hard cock as roughly as physically possible. I could hear him start to make small moaning noises, as my orgasm built and built. I let my body guide me, flexing my cunt and loving the sensation of Mr. Jakes sliding and gliding in and out of me.
Just then, unexpectedly, he pulled me away from the wall, still inside of me, and pushed me down to the floor. I hadn’t expected this at all, and it left me almost winded. Before I had time to gather my wits, he pinned my body down and started fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before, thrusting in and out with body-rocking force.
I had never been at the mercy of a man in such a way before, and it felt good to be dominated. An instinctive, primal part of me responded to this, nearly screaming with pleasure as he pounded me.
Feeling him take control of me in this way sent me to the point of no return, and I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to. My orgasm ripped through me then, and I lost complete control over my voice as I moaned.
A couple moments later, he slowed his thrusts and drove his cock into me one last time with a body-rocking thrust, and I could feel his cock spasm as he emptied his load inside of me. I stayed face down as he rolled off me.
His previously controlled breathing sounded jagged and almost frantic. I relished it. Then, it started to deepen again, and he sounded extremely relaxed. We laid there, collapsed and sweaty.
“Let’s get together again soon,” I said, looking over at him, and he just laughed lightly. We both got up, still fully clothed, and he walked off toward the elevator.
I stood there, stunned. Did I, Monica Hastings, the shy and modest school teacher really just let a stranger fuck me in the hallway of a Vegas hotel?
Jenny would be proud, I thought, and laughed. I was already aching to see Mr. Jakes again, even though only a couple of minutes had elapsed since he left. I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be long before we met again.
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First off, I'd like to thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to hearing any feedback you have on it by way of review, email, or on my website.
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Chelsea is an avid reader of erotic fiction and loves expressing this side of herself by writing stories. When she isn’t writing, she’s painting, exploring new cities, and dreaming up hot new sex ideas to try at home or write about.
Table of Contents
Seduced by the Billionaire
Other books by Chelsea
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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