by Beth Wynne
“Hmm,” I said, because my brain did a little restart. “Well, I’m not sorry either. You’re a good kisser.”
“Good? Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Erin, “good” is not in my vocabulary, and when you’re sore every time you move tomorrow, “good” won’t come into it.” He grabbed the nape of my neck as he pulled me towards him again and kissed me with such passion that I felt dizzy. Suddenly he was all there was: his hand, clutching the back of my head, stroking my hair, his lips and his tongue caressing my mouth, the head radiating from his body being so close and the other hand that had reached around and was holding the small of my back. Somewhere I heard a woman moan, but that made no sense. I never was one of these girls who always sought public displays of affection, but if they felt like this I could see their appeal.
Leaving me breathless and panting he smiled with approval at what I can imagine was my wobbliness. “Good, Erin? I can show you more than just “good.” C’mon.”
Chapter Six
Kane
Hailing the taxi didn’t take long, and the little time it took to get to my hotel gave Erin the chance to get her breath back. “Good” was never a word that worked well for me. “Good” means alright, just ok, tolerable. I never accepted things being “good” when I worked in the forces, with my students and I certainly never accepted it with myself. That’s what my father had always demanded of me and what I demanded from myself.
I had always wanted to take Erin back to my room, but now she’d just raised this to challenge level. Hmmm, how many different ways could I make you cum? I smiled to myself and thinking about the toys I naturally didn’t even consider bringing with me for a weekend with my brother. I thought about her, naked, blindfolded and hands tied above her head, with me licking her nipples one at a time until they stood to attention. I imagined watching her mouth as her lips would break into a smile and her eyes would smoulder with lust. There were so many things at home to choose from. But with limited options in a hotel room, I would have to improvise.
Reaching over, I took Erin’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze. Leaning over I whispered into her ear, “There’s something I’ve wanted you to know all night.” Leaning further and kissing her neck I moved her hand over to me and on top of the mound pushing against the inside of my jeans, pleading to be free. “You’re gonna cum so hard that the whole hotel floor will hear you.”
I quickly paid the taxi when we arrived and we were in the lift in short order. As soon as it closed she practically pounced on me, lips on top of mine, tongue demanding that I returned her kiss. A “ping” alerted us to the fact the doors were about to open, and due to the time of night, we’d arrived directly to my floor rather than meeting other guests. Putting my arm around her, I guided her along the hall way only pausing to retrieve my key-card to open my room.
Once the door was closed she stared at me intently. Probably waiting to see what I was going to do – Jeeze, maybe she’s just gonna wait for me to make it all happen? C’mon Erin, you can do better than that! I shuffled out of my jacket and put it into the wardrobe. Sitting down on the bed, I patted the space beside me. “Sit down here; I want to kiss those sweet spicy lips of yours again.” She smiled coyly, well; at least she didn’t seem to be the most comfortable at going back with unknown men. I watched as he stalked over to the bed, sitting down she released a nervous breath, “I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of slut, I don’t do this. Yeah, I know I’m here now, but I don’t go out to do this type of thing… ever.”
“Oh fuck, you’re not-” I felt the colour drain from my face, I wanted to fuck, and vanilla sex with a virgin was not going to do it.
“No! I’m not a virgin… exactly… but it’s been a while if I’m honest.”
“Sounds like it’s been too long, baby, let’s do something about that.” I said, stroking her hair out of her face to see those deep green eyes look straight into my soul, then looking down to the fly of my jeans. Ha, Erin, you horny sweet thing, don’t worry you’ll have that soon. Giving her a last chance to leave, “But only if you’re sure. You can leave now if you want, I can call a taxi.” Please don’t, please don’t. I need to watch your face as you cum for me.
Tilting towards me the last thing she said was, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Seven
Erin
I needed that shirt to come of him: now. Hands, steady with determination opened each of his buttons whilst my tongue searched his mouth for his. By the time I had his shirt undone he was already pulling at the sleeves of mine to get it off. I reached for the buckle of his belt and pulled it off his jeans completely once it was open, throwing it on the floor behind me. As I delved down to open the buttons of his jeans he made a low, throaty chuckle, “You like to take control don’t you? I’m topless, and you’re trying to strip me, yet you’re still in your little vest top. That’s hardly fair.”
Wanting to shock him and feeling bolstered by the fact this guy was a complete stranger who would go back home and I’ll never see again I replied. “OK, if I take my jeans off, will you let me take yours off? Does that sound fair?” I stood up and started opening my own belt to which he leaned back a little on the bed and watched me, smiling. “Oh ok, I think that’s a reasonable request.”
As I opened the fly of my own jeans, I bit my lip in embarrassment; I heard a voice in my head. It’s ok – who’s he gonna tell about this, you’re some random woman he’s going to screw. This is why you’d never stopped taking the pill – it’s taken until now to get the confidence to seize your moment. Now let yourself enjoy this – like everyone else. You can worry about Mae’s jealous tantrum tomorrow.
Kicking my boots off and shuffling out of my jeans, I stood there: black vest, black thong and black socks… hmm, socks never looked sexy so they came off without any hesitation. As I stood up straight again, he came over to me, lifting my chin up and kissing me gently. Then kissing me deeper again, my legs went a little weak and I moved backwards, leaning on the wall behind for support. His finger moved up my leg, making little swirls and stroking my skin. Gasping again I moved my head back a little to catch my breath. His left arm moved to lean above us and he gazed into my eyes. That right hand had reached my belly button now and was stroking back and forth across my tummy underneath my vest. I moaned in appreciation and squeezed my legs together.
“Is this what you want?” he asked again, softly. “I want to touch you everywhere, Erin. I know you need me to touch you…” his hand moved lower and fingers slid under my knickers, “…here.” His finger glided over my most sensitive spot and I gasped. “Yes… that’s a better reaction… than “good” could ever be... I like that you’re waxed… you’ll be more sensitive… you’ll feel me more.” With every pause he slid a finger into me and kissed my lips lightly. My legs opened a little more and I wanted him to do that more, but faster and harder, and deeper.
I felt his lips move into another smile as he kissed me. “You like? Well I like to see you, baby. Open your eyes.” Staring into his eyes, our foreheads touching, he glided a solitary finger inside me, teasing me and stopping every time I closed my eyes, rewarding me with a kiss when I opened them again.
My legs felt numb and a thought passed through my mind that it should feel weird to be standing here in just my tank top with a stranger. That thought was quickly quelled when his teasing ramped up to a more demanding level and his thumb tortured my clit in slow circles. I could feel myself building up, but my orgasm came suddenly. He watched my face keenly, eyes searching mine and smiling in triumph.
I let out a little embarrassed chuckle, “Well, um, wow! I wasn’t expecting that!” I muttered.
“Then you probably wouldn’t have been expecting this.” As he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his wet fingers. “I knew this would be a better dessert than anything that café could offer – fuck, you are sweet…”
What!? My face must have been a picture. He brushed a tousled hai
r from my face. “Look, you and I know this is a one-night – but I need to be honest with you. I’m not a womaniser and those skanks who fuck all around them hold no interest to me. I can see this isn’t something you normally do, and that makes the pleasure so much more for me.” Taking my hand he led me over to the bed again, “Come and lay down with me for a little while.”
On unsteady feet I followed him over to the bed and lay down, pillows beneath my head. Standing over me he spoke gently, “You look so hot when you cum. I can’t wait to be inside you when you cum again.” Opening his jeans, his cock sprang free and just as it had been in the taxi when he made me feel it, it was long, thick and hard – ready for action.
Instinctively I reached out and took him in my hand, stroking up and down. His head tilted back and I heard him breathing hard. Sitting up on my knees on the bed I felt constricted by the vest top I was still wearing and took it off, impatiently throwing it on the floor. Reaching for him again I looked up again, this time he was watching me and his hands were moving down to tease my nipples as I worked him.
The torturous pleasure of him playing with my nipples had me fired up again. I wanted to satisfy him but my sex screamed for attention. Bending over, I took him into my mouth and he hissed, rolling my nipples hard in his fingers. Reaching down, I touched myself, surprised at how wet I was but instantly finding relief with the touch.
Opening my mouth wider, I tried to take him all in, but the angle and my lack of recent practice made it awkward. I moaned in frustration and he pushed me back on the bed. “Don’t you dare feel anything but sheer pleasure.” He demanded. “The only moans I want to hear are from you in ecstasy.” Leisurely moving on top of me on the bed, I felt the constrictiveness of being underneath such a large, muscled man, but the firmness and tone in his body were proof of sheer power and I knew that the majority of his weight was on his knees and his elbows that were at either side of my head.
“I want to fill you, I need to, Erin.” Smiling into his face which was so close to my own, I lifted my mouth and playfully bit his lip. “I want you in me. Now.”
Chapter Eight
Kane
Spreading her legs beneath me, Erin lifted herself up, opening herself to me. I tipped into her, just a little, fuck she was so tight… and slippery wet from her pleasure. I felt her move again underneath me, wanting me further inside her. It may just be one night, but what the woman wants, she gets. I couldn’t help myself, and glided into her, deep. I heard a low moan of appreciation: this was a woman who loves sex. As much as I needed to hear her moans, I needed to savour this. Tomorrow, Erin will be gone and I’ll just be a memory for her. I want that memory to make her spine tingle.
Moving out of her again I thrust back home again, making her gasp, the walls of her stretching to accommodate me. Yeah, take all of me. I looked down into those eyes that opened and searched for mine. Biting her lip she beamed up at me, “You might be right about the whole floor hearing me, you know?”
“That’s right, baby, you scream the whole hotel down if you want. That tight little cunt deserves to be fully satisfied and sent home filled and happy. It feels so good to fuck you.” Faster strokes had my thighs working like a machine, a relentless rhythm that had her breath hitching and the sweetest sounding moans escape her lips.
Her hands raked all over my body but now she clung on to my back, beautiful scratches where her nails clung to me. Reaching round I lifted one of her hands, moving it to the headboard and ran my fingers up it again to her chest and touched her other hand. Somehow, she understood and lifted her other hand to the headboard too.
Looking down I watched the sway of her tits as I picked up an unforgiving pace. She wouldn’t last long with this pace, neither would I.
Reaching up to her hands, the second I grabbed hold of her wrists she exploded around me, a whirl of noise, movement and her cunt milking my cock for all it could. I felt her tremble beneath me and suddenly it was all too much. The waves of my orgasm shook me completely, leaving me light headed and wanting to curl into a ball with her and never leave this room.
Chapter Nine
Erin
“Jesus, I think I might have passed out for a split second. Kane, oh my god, fuck…” My head made no sense and I felt like the bed was a cloud that had took me off to somewhere fuzzy. Kissing me softly on the forehead, Kane stood up and disposed of the needful, returning in an instant lying beside me and spooning me.
“That was… something else. Fuck, Erin, you are amazing.” He spoke gently into my ear, his head behind mine. Kissing the back of my neck he whispered: “You’re the kind of woman that could make a guy think about just wanting to keep you here in this bed for a long time.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what I thought about that, but I certainly felt the sexual connection. His body could make mine feel things that I hadn’t felt in a long time – and even then, the feelings were never as intense as what we just shared.
We lay there in comfortable silence, his fingers drawing circles across my skin. He worked his way over my arms and it wasn’t long until his touch had grew firmer and he was toying with my breasts again.
Without a word he pulled me on top of his still unclothed, ready body. I took him in me completely and started a slow, deep rhythm. He watched my naked body and every move I made. His hands found my hips and pulled me into a faster rhythm, lifting himself to fill me more. Lifting one of his hands to his mouth he licked his thumb, only to move it directly onto my clit as I rode him. The light circles he traced almost pushed me over the edge again and I whimpered in response.
He reached for my hand and pulled it to him, holding my wrist to his mouth and kissing it deeply. The combination of his continued torment on my clit, and the euphoria building from this relentless pace as I rode him drove my senses into over load. I felt every single hair on my body stand, the goose bumps rise, and the sweat roll down my back… and he still wasn’t finished with me.
Faster and harder still, he was bucking beneath me, amplifying every move of my own, stretching and filling me deeper that I thought I could be. And I loved every second. I felt my own head dizzy and just as I thought I might pass out my orgasm took us both away, I heard him moan and felt him, spurting hot and wet inside me, an explosion from within.
***
A couple of hours later I awoke to someone talking. Confused for a second, the realisation came in that I had fell asleep in a stranger’s hotel room after the most explosive sex I’d ever had. Kane appeared with a tray with all sorts of breakfast items, beaming and looking sexy as hell in another pair of jeans.
Chapter Ten
Erin
“Sleep well?” He asked, setting the tray on the bedside table.
“Er… yeah I really did. Oh god, did I snore?” I felt the heat rise on my face, and then a cold realisation that I was still naked – he must have put the covers around us!
“No, no snoring, you slept beautifully. No snoring, no talking in your sleep and I don’t think you even drooled.”
Relief flooded over me, “Well, thank god for that… Kane, I meant what I said last night: I don’t do this.”
“Hey babe, it’s ok. I’m not judging you, last night was amazing.”
The silence that grew between us was comfortable; we both knew this was only going to be a one night thing. “Yeah, you, Kane are… wow. That was… yeah, I’m speechless.”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I have to go. I’ve ordered breakfast for you, take your time. Eat, shower, stay and watch TV if you want but I have to meet my brother this morning. He’s insisting that since I’m in town that I visit my dad with him.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, surely? But I do get it, my sister, Lauren, is a real nightmare. I’ll not stay long though, got a family thing of my own later to go to.”
“Families, eh?” he spoke as he retrieved some trainers, sitting on the edge of the bed as he put them on. “Apparently dad’s new relationship is getting serious
and she wants to meet me, so she’s pushing him and Robbie’s trying to push me.”
“Say no more,” I knew exactly how that felt, Lauren always played the orphans-need-to-stick-together card with me. “My sister almost guilt tripped me into going to some charity event last night in the Royale.”
Reaching for another shirt he replied casually, “Well you would have met my dad then instead of me, he organised it.”
Suddenly I felt a little queasy; my stranger might be better known that I had planned. “Really? I might know him then, is he a friend of Karl?”