“What are you still doing here?” she asks.
“Thought I’d take a day or two for myself, after the conference. Y’know, a little R & R to recharge the batteries. Yourself?” His smile is open. Genuine.
“Same. Except I’m not really looking for Rest and Relaxation.” She gives him what she hopes is her sexiest smile-of-seduction while mentally crosses her fingers.
“Really?” Cole quirks a curious eyebrow.
“No – I’m looking for a little… Rock and Roll.” She gives her own eyebrows a suggestive waggle, hoping she doesn't look like a fool and he shoots her down.
There is a sharp inhale of breath. Cole’s eyes narrow and darken as they, oh-so-slowly, travel down the length of her body; lingering on her breasts. As if on cue her nipples tighten under her damp bikini top and Olivia clamps her teeth together in an effort to stop herself squeaking.
“Are you now? Cole says, focusing on Olivia's mouth. "You look… fit to burst.”
Olivia swallows nervously. She casts her own gaze down his Corinthian-like torso until she comes to his board shorts, the front of which appear to be struggling with a very promising looking erection.
“I could say the same of you” she replies in a husky tone.
He throws back his head and laughs. “Me and every other red-blooded male within a two mile radius.”
Olivia’s brows furrow and she looks at him confused.
“Darlin’. You’re pretty hard to miss. You work that bikini like a professional.” He glances behind him, then leans in, drops his voice, his lips close to her ear. “The reason every one of those guys over there are lying on their front is because of the instant hard-on you gave ‘em when you got out of the pool.”
She checks in the direction he indicated. Several guys are lying on their stomachs. Staring at her and Cole. They turn away abruptly, suddenly interested in their books and the scenery. She is sure that she should feel affronted by their perving, but instead it makes her feel even hornier.
“Lets get outta here” she growls. She grabs his hand and pulls him toward the hotel.
They slip in a side door, heading for the lifts. However, they can see a crowd of people massed around the elevator doors. Waiting. Obviously, a tour party has just arrived.
“Damn” hisses Cole, spotting the crowd. “Come on, this way.” He steers her up a corridor away from the chaos in the lobby. Pushing open unlabeled door, he pulls her into a utility room of some sort. There are shelves of towels and cleaning products lining the walls. Cole grabs a mop from the corner and braces it under the handle of the door.
“Should hold.” He turns to face Olivia. He smiles wolfishly. “Take off that bikini darlin’. Let me look at you.”
Olivia’s heart pounds with lust soaked nervousness. She steps away from Cole, slowly reaches behind her back and pulls the ties of her bikini top. She flicks the strings and triangular scraps up over her head and to the floor. Her breasts are exposed to the cooler indoor air and his stare. Leaning forward, she cups them in her hands, the heavy weight feeling hot in her hands. She massages and squeezes, concentrating on her nipples as they harden and peak. Her head tips back, her eyes close and a moan escapes from her parted lips.
“Now the bottoms.” Coles voice sounds rough, guttural—and very sexy.
Never dropping her gaze from his, Olivia tugs the ties at the side of the bikini bottoms and they, too, fall to the floor. Cole’s eyes flare when he sees her waxed, bare mound. Her outer lips are plump with arousal, peeking out to be seen.
His breath hitches and his smoldering hazel eyes seek her blue ones out once more. The horny and brazenly new Olivia, dips her hand down, bending her knees slightly while plunging her middle finger deep inside her dripping sex. She pulls it out and lazily rubs the juices round and round her clit. Her hips rotating, her lips parted, her breath now coming in gasps.
Cole’s eyes glitter as he watches her pleasure herself. “Who knew you were hiding all of this under your business-casual clothes at the conference.” He says with a smile. His erection throbbing and pulsing from her enticing display. “Turn around.” It’s a command.
Olivia turns away. She hears the rustle of Coles’ trunks hitting the floor. Then Cole closes in behind her, skimming his heated body against her back. His rigid cock presses into the soft cleft between her cheeks. Ragged breathing warms her neck, pushing her higher in her arousal. Her co-worker reaches around, cupping her breasts. Kneading at first, then he circles her nipples and gently pulls. She puts her hands over his. Deepening the pressure, urging him on.
“Harder” she groans. He obliges, squeezing his fingers in a sharp tweak. Pinching. She moans her appreciation, grinding her ass against his groin.
“I love a woman who knows what she wants” he growls in her ear.
“And I love a man who can give it to me.”
“Bend over.” He presses her shoulder slightly in encouragement.
Olivia holds on to the shelf in front of her and leans forward, glancing over her shoulder. Cole positions himself behind her, stroking his cock. A shudder passes through Olivia. His prick is amazing. Upright, turgid, thick.
“Pull your cheeks apart, honey – let me see you.”
Olivia moans and complies. Her manicured fingers on either ass cheek, she pulls them apart, showing him her most secret flesh. Her pink ass pucker and dripping opening on display for his pleasure. She feels wanton and turned on beyond anything she's experienced before.
“Beautiful.” He kneels behind her and gently blows on her exposed flesh. Her knees tremble as his tentative tongue probes her folds, tasting her. He draws back and Olivia mews her disappointment, pushing her rear toward his face, trying to tempt him back.
He grabs her hips, holds her steady and plunges his tongue straight into her tight ass. She squeals with shock and tries to pull away, but his hands are a vice. His tongue thrusts in and out, drilling into her. The sensation so electric she pushes back against his face, his stubble chafing at her soft skin.
Cole comes to his feet behind her, while pressing a thick finger deep into her ass. Olivia craves the deeper penetration and wiggles to encourage him. Withdrawing his finger, he bends his knees, grasps his cock and rubs it back and forward over her soaked snatch until his shaft is shining with her wetness. Blood pounds in Olivia's body, singing through her veins and making her yearn for more of him inside.
“Now Cole. Fuck me now” she bites out, looking over her shoulder at him.
He aims the tip of his cock at her tight pucker, pushing gently.
“Come on, push back, baby, nice and slow." Olivia tenses slightly at the invasion of his thick cock head, easing herself slightly over his engorged head. "Let me fill that pretty little ass of yours. Just relax.” He reaches forward, fondles her breast, finds a nipple and twists it hard to distract her.
Olivia gasps in shock and pushes back. The tweaking in her breast combines with the delightful pressure in her ass, causing her womb to clench in excitement. Cole’s cock eases into her, inch by inch. They pause for a moment, panting, waiting for her to get accustomed to his girth stretching her to allow him passage.
He backs up to the shelf behind him, resting his rear, while pulling her with him. Olivia stands on her toes, every muscle stretched taut. Cole smoothes a hand over her stomach, down to her slit and slides a finger over her clit, causing her to buck as if electrocuted.
She shoves herself backward on his shaft, impaled. She tries to lever herself up and down on her toes, easing his thick member in each time. Cole grits his teeth and closes his eyes. Her ass feels so hot and tight. He grabs her hips, thrusting until he is buried to the hilt, his balls slapping against her soaked sex.
He holds steady, not wanting the coupling to end too soon. He reaches around and plunges two fingers into her pussy, pumping in and out in time to his cock stroking deep in her bottom.
Olivia goes wild on top of him. Thrashing, almost weeping with her need for release. He adds a third finger
and drags his thumb up and down her slit, teasing her clit. The combined sensations are too much for Olivia and she shatters. Stiffening, her back arching, she screams her release. Cole keeps his fingers inside as her pussy spasms. Olivia struggles to breathe as wave after wave of orgasm threatens to drown her.
Before her breathing has had chance to normalize, Cole moves forward. His cock still buried to the hilt deep inside her ass.
“Put your hands on the shelf in front of you and hang on.”
As soon as her hands are gripping the shelf, he pulls his cock slowly back and then plunges it back in. His balls slap her pussy. Again. And again. Pumping hard and fast. Grunting with every thrust.
Olivia pushes back as hard as she can, trying to increase the friction. She drops a hand between her thighs and pinches her clit.
“That’s it baby. Touch yourself.” he gasps between strokes. “It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
She starts rubbing in tandem with his plunging. Sliding a finger in and out of her pussy and up and around her clit. The sensations are overwhelming, threatening to push her to another peak. A stinging slap hits her ass, the sound echoing off the walls in the closet. She gasps at the mild pain, intrigued by the warmth it leaves behind. He slaps her again, loving the way her cheeks wobble under his ministrations. Her ass grips him tight, his balls taut with pressure.
“I don’t think I can take much more,” she says over her shoulder. Her breath comes in gulps, burning her lungs. Her knees shake, trembling from the sound fucking she's receiving.
“Neither can I,” he responds while he digs his fingers into her hips and drives his cock to the hilt, over and over again.
His movements become frantic. Pistoning in and out of her, sweat dripping from him on to the globes of her ass. His breathing becomes more and more ragged until it seems he cannot catch his breath at all. He stiffens, balls drawing up, while his cock swells. Cole locks an arm around her waist and with one final thrust he buries himself deep inside her ass and detonates with pleasure. Groaning as surge after surge of satisfaction washes over him, his cock is savagely milked of every drop as Olivia hits a second crest. She clamps a hand over her own mouth as the scream from this release bubbles up and out, unbidden.
His spasming body leaves him in a sea of mild confusion, swearing there are stars coloring the edges of his vision. Cole leans over Olivia’s bent, trembling body and plants a kiss on her shoulder. She's still panting. She turns her head and glances over her shoulder at him.
“You know what Cole?” she breathes.
“What darlin’?”
“I think I’m gonna enjoy this conference a whole lot more next year.”
Payback
By Greta Goddard
The first Tuesday in every month, from three until five, is always blocked out in Luke’s planner. The unbreakable appointment with his sex therapist. Well, that’s what he calls his sessions with Jessica. She has cost him a fortune over the years, but she's the best and he deserves the best.
The hotel door shuts behind him with a muffled click. His eyes flit around the room and he nods with approval. From the lush carpeting to the dark walls and sumptuous drapes, it's perfect. Opulent but understated. It's the first time they have been to this hotel and like all first times, it seems to sparkle with opportunity.
Luke smirks at the ironed white sheets, wondering just how long their pristine crispness will last. Just thinking of all the people who have fucked on this bed before him is enough to make his blood pump a little faster.
The bedside clock winks a bloodshot 3:11 at him. She's late. His forehead creases with disapproval. Perhaps he will punish her. Blood infuses his cock, a heady rush as he contemplates what he might do to her.
He starts at a brisk tap at the door. Passing the mirror, he schools his face into an image of censure. He straightens to his full height while twisting the doorknob, opening the door to her wide-eyed gaze.
“You’re late.” He rakes her from head to toe. Her delectable curves are hidden, confined by a suit.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” She throws him a dimpled smile by way of apology. “I promise.”
“You’d better. Time is money and all that.”
“I know, I know.” Her head dips to the side. “You gonna let me in or are you going to gripe at me some more?”
He steps aside and as she passes he catches a whiff of the Chanel No 5 dabbed behind her ears and between her breasts. Her magnificent, responsive, pink-tipped breasts. He absently shakes his head, trying to clear it before he gets too side tracked. She tows a large suitcase on wheels. He lifts an eyebrow at it.
“What’s in the bag?”
“A surprise for later.” She says without facing him.
“It’s a big bag.”
“It’s a big surprise.” Mischievously she flashes her dimples again and his residual irritation dissolves. She always pulls this effect from him. Scrambling his senses, heating his blood. It’s why, despite marriage and children, he can never give up this time with her; never give up this one last freedom.
She parks the case in the corner of the room and with a flick of her tousled hair and a wiggle of her lush ass, she heads into the bathroom. She disappears from view and her heels tap, tap, tap a tattoo over the tiles. He knows each orchestrated movement is for his benefit and the deepest most primitive part of him sings with delight. He hears the faucets turning, the rush of the water sounding angry as it echos within the confines of the small space.
He smiles, wondering what part the water will play in today's agenda. Past memories of exotic-scented bath water, bubbling jacuzzis and shower heads blasting hard and insistent against quivering flesh, run riot through his head in glorious technicolor.
His pants begin to feel uncomfortably tight. Expectation for this afternoon heightens all of his senses. He shivers with a frisson of anticipation. She is his mistress of mystery, always surprising him. It's what makes him so hot for her. Before he can gather his wits, she appears in the doorway, beckoning to him.
“Strip off and come on in lover boy.” Her voice sounds inviting, sultry and oh, so sexy.
A feral grin cracks across his face. She doesn’t need to ask twice. His tailored clothes hit the floor in a mad dash to get to the bathroom.
“My, oh my. Someone looks happy to see me.” Her gaze levels at the erection which has sprung to rampant rigidity between his thighs. She's wearing only her underwear. Brief, black and lacy, just the way he likes it. The garments barely contain her bountiful curves. All of her dips and hollows emphasized by the sheer scraps of satin and lace.
Luke’s grin heats and he pumps his cock in a tight fist. Unashamed and unabashed. His intent blatant. The friction causes his eyes to dip in bliss.
“Hmmm, he never has been terribly subtle about his attraction to you, Jess.” He opens his eyes and winks at her.
“Settle down, mister,” her chastisement in good humor. “How about you put down the weapon and get into the tub or you’ll be out of ammo before we get a chance to play.”
“Howzabout you mosey on over here and come for a lil’ ride?” he drawls.
“All in good time pardner… now into the bath.” Her tone brooks no dispute.
He steps into the steaming water. It’s the perfect temperature – hot enough to cause his breath to stutter as the water washes up and over his groin and torso. He bends his knees and slides further down the tub, letting the water work wonders over his chest and shoulders.
She lights candles and places them around the small space. He senses hints of vanilla and lavender. Quite a steamy sensuality she's creating. Jessica has an extraordinary ability to make the ordinary and mundane fall away until there's nothing left but her. She's the sorbet which cleanses his palate of duty and expectation.
A small click and the room dims, bathed now in the aromatic flickering candle light. She looks even more inscrutable and enigmatic in the muted glow. The lovely woman drops to her knees beside the tub. He
r manicured hands dip into the water and drift up and over his chest, stroking, massaging.
His eyes droop as he gives in to the sensation of hands roving everywhere at once. Neck, shoulders, arms, belly. Her fingertips stray lower and his pelvis jerks, trying to hurry her along, showing her what he wants. What he needs. A push of haughty air from her nose tells him cannot rush her. She continues her petting in a languid, indolent way.
“C’mon baby,” he wheedles, cracking an eye at her to judge her willingness. “I can’t take too much more. Get in with me.”
Her dimples dance and she tweaks one of his nipples in mock annoyance.
“Perhaps, but first I need you to do a little something for me.” Her hands continue stroking. Her fingers press and knead. The nimble caresses seem everywhere and nowhere. Insistent, persistent, unrelenting. Always avoiding his crotch.
He grinds his teeth, but keeps the sound in. He knows it's a game -- she loves to tease. To torment and harden his cock. To tantalize him beyond what he can take.
Those clever fingers sweep low into his pubic hair then splay out, around, and down on to his muscular thighs. His hips twitch again and this time, he emits a tortured grunt. The water slaps against the side of the tub, seeming to mirror his annoyance.
“Anything, I’ll give you anything.” He gasps. She could ask for the world and he would give it to her.
“I want to shave off your pubic hair.” She lets her fingertips glide over his throbbing erection and he bucks at the feather-light touch, his moans instinctive and primal.
“Why?” he grinds out through closed teeth, trying to keep his tortured libido under control.
“Why not?” she counters. "It makes it look bigger, the added feeling is fantastic…and I know that you’re a sucker for sensation.” She bats her eyelashes, pauses and adds, “And every hair-free place will receive an obscene amount of my love and affection.” She lifts an eyebrow and licks her lips, her eyes never breaking contact with his needy stare.
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