“You what?” I burst out, and he looked up sharply. He chewed thoughtfully and then said, “You have this wonderful way of bursting out and saying things- it’s interesting.” I felt my cheeks redden but I said, “yeah, well- suspense doesn’t suit me. What were you going to say?” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Can’t remember.” He said in a tone that made it clear he was toying with me, and I clenched my jaw petulantly. “Think about it,” I replied in a voice that meant to let him know I was determined, and he said, “You haven’t touched your pancakes- they’re getting cold.” I sighed- I just couldn’t seem to win with this guy. He was so calm and collected, even his anger was controlled, and I was exploding all over the place. I wished I wasn’t so transparent. He took another bite and then said, “The food is delicious, and you’re truly doing a disservice to the chef.” I shook my head, and unable to control myself I smiled wryly- he was a bastard but he was charismatic as fuck. I took a bite and he was right- the food was absolutely delightful. I moaned a little bit as I chewed and he looked up suddenly, a strange smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I ignored it and continued eating- after a few forkfuls, I realized that he had stopped eating and was simply sitting back in his chair and watching me. I raised a hand to my mouth and he said, “Don’t do that- you have the most beautiful lips.” I stopped chewing and swallowed hard, “Um- thank you,” I managed to say hesitantly.
I put down my knife and fork and said, “I think I’m done.” He leaned forward and said, “Are you sure?” I nodded and he leaned even closer, raised his hand, and then in a slow motion, he wiped some maple syrup off the edge of my mouth. I quivered under his touch and he sat back, slowly licking the syrup off his finger. “Mm,” he said softly, and I looked away, unable to meet his steady gaze. “Rachel, would you like to see my room?” I hesitated for a second, debating it out in my mind. Did I want to go up to his room? Yes- most definitely. But I also had this vague idea that I shouldn’t do it. But the former part of my mind seemed to win and I found myself nodding as I said, “Yes- I would like that very much.” He smiled a wide smile, and it fully hit me just how beautiful his face really was. He nodded at the waiter who came forth with the check. Lucas whispered something in his ear and he nodded enthusiastically. Lucas stood up and said, “Let me lead the way.” I stood up, feeling dizzy at just the thought of what would happen next. I walked behind him as we walked out of the restaurant and towards the elevators, holding my breath as though Lucas was a dog who could smell my fear. “Rachel,” he said softly, and I turned to face him, finding his face inches away from mine. I could see his lips moving but I couldn’t focus on the words- all I could think of was the taste of his lips last night, and the electricity that had flowed through me the minute I had touched them.
The elevator door dinged open and we stepped in with an elderly woman and a teenage boy. I kept shooting Lucas furtive glances, and once or twice, he caught me looking. I looked away quickly, trying to hide my embarrassment. That was the thing; if he caught me looking, I’d get embarrassed and look away, but if I caught him looking, it was a different matter entirely. He would hold my gaze and keep on staring hungrily, and then I would be the one to look away again. For some reason, I couldn’t keep eye contact with him, and I just kept blushing. We reached the eighteenth floor, and I followed Lucas down a richly decorated hallway and we stopped outside the last door on the right. With mounting anticipation, I watched as Lucas slid in his key card and pushed the door open. We had no sooner stepped inside and closed the door that Lucas pushed me against the polished wooden surface and whispered, “Do you want me to kiss you?” I craned my neck so he could reach my lips but he said, “Say it,” I nodded and he said, “Say you want me.” I moaned, “I want you- I want you- I want you.” His eyes glinted and in a swift motion, he pulled off my scarf and threw it across the room, and then he licked down the length of my neck. I started to unbutton his shirt, but he held my hands and pushed them up over my head, pinning me like that. I opened my mouth to protest but he started to kiss me fiercely and I felt his tongue push into my mouth and I greeted it with mine.
He let go of my hands and slid his down my back where he found my zipper and undid it, sliding my dress off my shoulders and off my waist until it slid off completely and fell to the floor. He stood back and gazed at me in my bra and panties, his eyes traveling down my body and back up. When he pressed himself against me again, I felt something hard push up between my legs as his hands held my waist and moved upwards until he was cupping my breasts in his large hands. I felt goose bumps rise on every inch of skin he touched and his hands traveled to my back again, this time sliding down to my ass as he caressed it. He slid them back up and slowly, he unclasped my bra and pulled the straps off my shoulders so it too slid off me and onto the floor. He stepped back again and looked at my large breasts as they lay exposed to his gaze and my nipples hardened as his eyes traveled hungrily over them. He leaned close and whispered, “Are you wet?” I nodded, holding my breath, and he said, as he rolled his thumbs over my nipples and I bit my lip, “I want you to check.” I looked him straight in the eye as I slowly reached into my panties and ran my finger between my wet labia, gathering the sticky liquid on my fingertip and pulling it back out to show him. He took the finger in his mouth and sucked on it, licking his lips when he was done.
He now reached into my panties and rubbed my clit- I gasped- and then he too slid his finger between the lips and gathered some more of the wetness on his finger tip. He then pushed the finger into my mouth and said, “Suck.” I did as he said and tasted myself, after which he pulled his finger out of my mouth and pushed his tongue in again. While he kissed me, his hands went down my ass again and in a sudden swift motion, he picked me up, my breasts were now mere centimeters away from his face, and he carried me over to the bed. He sat on the edge and he set me down right in front of him. “Take off your panties,” he said in a clear, demanding voice. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband and slid them down my thighs and legs until they fell in a heap at my feet and I kicked them away. I now stood completely naked in front of a fully-clothed Lucas. He held me by the waist and pulled me towards him so that I was straddling him, and then he ran his tongue across my breasts. I threw back my head and moaned loudly as he took my nipples between his lips and pulled on them. “My god, you’re so beautiful,” he gasped between kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach, and I moved on top of him, feeling his hard-on through the fabric of his pants against my bare skin.
Chapter Thirteen: Lucas
I unbuttoned my shirt and Rachel yanked it off my shoulders as I ran my tongue down her stomach and towards her wet labia. Suddenly her phone began to ring, and Rachel jumped- her breasts bouncing in my face. “Answer it,” I said softly, and she stopped moaning and looked at me sharply, “What?” I smirked as I pinched her nipple between my fingers and repeated myself, “Answer it.” She reached out and picked up her phone from the edge of the bed where she had carelessly tossed it while undressing. “Hell- Hello?” She gasped as she suddenly felt my tongue rolling across her clitoris, as I slid my arms around her thighs to keep her in place, and lapped between her lips. With her free hand, she held onto my hair and said, “Summer- how are you?” I could hear the upward inflection in her voice and could tell she was panicking, and it amused me. “Yes, the planning is going very well- I’m-” she gasped again as I slid a finger inside, and continued, “I’m in a meeting with the client’s family right now, actually, so I’ll talk to you later.” Without waiting for Summer’s response, she hung up and threw the phone across the bed again, holding my hair with both her hands now as she threw back her head and sighed with pleasure. “I wish you’d stayed on the phone a little longer,” I said, looking up at her from between her legs. I had the most fantastic view of her breasts from down here, “I do love making you squirm.”
She bit her lip and held onto my shoulders as a shiver rolled down her spine. I picked her up and turned around, throwing
her on the bed. I stood between her open legs now, and I looked down at her, completely naked before me, waiting for me. She was stunning- everything about her, from her large full breasts to her narrow waist and rounded hips; the way she bit her lip or threw her head back, and the way she was looking at me right then with her head expectantly tilted to one side. I unbuckled my belt and slipped out of my pants, greeted by the massive erection she had given me. She sat up and slowly pulled down my boxers- once they were off, she looked up at me with her big green eyes and held it with both her hands, moving closer and closer to it until, still meeting my gaze, she gently kissed the tip. I could feel my blood rushing as she kissed it again, and again, and again, covering its entire length with soft kisses, and then, slowly licking it. It was my turn to inhale sharply as her warm mouth closed over my hard dick and she started to take the whole thing in, sliding it in and out, slowly at first, but soon gathering speed. I looked at her- at her mouth closed over me, at her breasts bobbing up and down with the rest of her body, at her hair swinging forward and gently touching my skin. I closed my eyes; I must be in heaven.
She let go suddenly and my eyes flew open to see her smiling up at me. She lay back down on the bed and spread her legs open, reaching down to gently rub her own clit. I cocked my head to one side and smiled back, but instead of reaching for her, I walked towards the dresser and pulled out a condom. I was on my way back to her when I spotted her clothes on the floor, and I bent to pick up the silk scarf she had tossed aside. I felt the fabric against my skin and smiled to myself- this would be fun. I walked over to her and said, “Raise your arms.” She blinked at me, and when she saw the scarf in my hands, her eyes widened and she sat up quickly. “Lucas- I-” I lowered my hands and said, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” but she blinked again and raised her arms. “Are you sure?” I asked, and she nodded, raising her arms higher above her head. I caught both her wrists and deftly tied them with the scarf, and then tied the loose ends of the scarf to the headboard. Rachel couldn’t move much now, and I rolled the condom on and held her ankles, pulling them further apart. She arched her back and thrust her pelvis towards me, as though asking me to hurry up- I liked watching her. “Do you want it?” I asked, and she nodded quickly. “Tell me you want it.” She moaned, “I want it.” I smirked and said, “What? What do you want, Rachel?” She stretched out her neck and said loudly, “I want you to fuck me.”
And I did. I pushed into her and her legs wrapped themselves tightly around me as with each thrust I moved in and out. She nearly screamed in ecstasy and her body writhed under mine as she pulled on the scarf and opened her legs even wider to allow me to enter her further. She directed me, and I followed. When she said harder, I pushed harder; and when she asked me to slow down, I did just that, and soon, we were locked into a rhythm as we moved with each other, until I could feel a pressure building up and her body tensed too. She began to arch her back and moan, and in a shuddering gasp, she said, “I’m- I’m-” I kissed her mouth before she could finish that sentence, and we came together while I kissed her. I collapsed on her, my head resting on her chest while she breathed heavily for a few minutes before I realized that her wrists were still tied. I undid them and she rubbed them together before she lay back down in utter exhaustion. I looked at the time- 11:15 a.m. I looked at Rachel splayed out magnificently across my hotel room bed and I said, “Would you like to accompany me to a second breakfast?” She smiled and stretched out her arms as she said, “No, thank you.” I sat up and picked up the receiver on the hotel phone as I said, “Room service, then?” But she shook her head and said, “Actually, Mr. Garrett, I believe this concludes our meeting for now.”
Struck dumb, I replaced the receiver and watched as in a feline motion, she got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom. Her body was an amazing thing- the way she moved drove me crazy, and I just watched, stunned, as she made her way to the bathroom and back. She bent to pick her clothes and underwear off the floor and I appreciatively gazed at her perfect ass. She seemed to know I was watching as she slowly dressed herself and then walked over to the bed where the silk scarf now lay. She bent close to me and kissed me long and hard, draping the scarf around my neck as she whispered, “You can keep that.” She then turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. I scratched my head and then shook it- what a woman. I got up and walked over to the minibar, where I found a small bottle of Jack Daniel’s and I downed it in a few big gulps. It has been a while since I drank a good bottle of whiskey- mostly I just had champagne these days, and I’d forgotten what a good neat drink tasted like. I looked at another bottle that was in there, and I thought, what the hell, why not? And slowly, I downed that too. I was in my home city, I was on a break from work, I was free of Monique, I was away from my family, and I just had sex with the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Why not treat myself to some good strong alcohol?
Chapter Fourteen: Rachel
I felt positively giddy as I walked out of Lucas’s hotel room, and as soon as I was in the elevator, I rested against the polished metal wall and let out a deep sigh. I hadn’t had sex in months, and I hadn’t had sex like that in my entire life. Lucas Garrett was out of this world with the way he touched me, and used his hands and tongue to make me feel like every single nerve ending in my body was on fire. I was still reeling from that orgasm he had given me, and I knew that if I had stayed, we would have done it again- and again- and again. But I couldn’t let him know how much of a hold he had over me, so I got out as fast as I could. I touched my neck and suddenly remembered that I had draped my scarf around his neck instead, and I felt a little thrill run down my body as I thought of how sexual I must have seemed. Praying that he hadn’t seen through my fake confidence, I hurried out of the elevator and hailed a cab. The hotel valet hurried over to me and said over the deafening roar of noon traffic, “Miss Benson?” I nodded and he shouted over the noise, “Mr. Garrett has arranged for his car to take you wherever you like. The driver is waiting over there.” He pointed to where a black limo was parked, and I realized it was the same one that had brought me here. The driver was standing next to the limo with his cap in his hands and he smiled at me as I hesitantly walked towards him after thanking the valet.
“Miss Benson,” he nodded at me and I smiled and nodded back. He held the door open and I got in nervously as he hurried over to the driver’s seat and got in. “Where to?” He said to me in the rearview mirror and I realized that I had no idea where I wanted to go. There was no way I could concentrate on work right now, nor did I want to be home, so I told him Sarah’s address and we drove off towards Brooklyn. On the way over, I rested my elbows on my thighs and held my head in my hands, closing my eyes as I thought back to the way Lucas had held me, touched me, kissed me. I sighed deeply and the chauffeur looked at me in the rearview mirror and asked, “Are you well, Miss?” I sat up and said, “I don’t know, actually- what’s your name? You aren’t the same man he was traveling with earlier.” I remembered the driver who had splashed me the first time I’d seen Lucas on the street on my way to Garrett Industries. He smiled at me and said, “Barry. I know you’re Miss Rachel, because Mr. Lucas told me,” I smiled at Barry and said, “I don’t know what it is about Mr. Lucas, but he makes me feel very strange.” Barry didn’t say anything and I went on, “I mean, I know he’s handsome and smart and successful- and rich. Oh God, he’s so rich, Barry and it makes me feel so strange.” Barry looked at me but still didn’t say anything and I said, “I don’t want people to think that’s why I like him- they’re bound to think that of course, considering he’s a billionaire. God knows I thought it about Sophia-” I clapped a hand over my mouth, knowing I had said too much but Barry chortled and said, “My lips are sealed, Miss.”
I lowered my hand and grinned sheepishly, and then Barry said, “Do you like him, Miss Rachel?” I gulped, debating on whether or not I should even be having this conversation with Lucas’s driver, but I nodded and said, “
I do- very much.” Barry made eye contact with me in the mirror and then said, “Then that’s what matters. Pardon my French, Miss, but fuck what other people have to say about it.” I grinned at Barry, and he grinned back. We were outside my sister’s building now, and Barry said, “Remember your feelings for him, Miss Rachel, and bear in mind that nothing else matters. Don’t let insignificant things cloud your judgment.” I laughed softly and said “You’re far too wise, Barry. Thank you!” He helped me out of the car and with the last wave at him over my shoulder, I ran up the stairs to my sister’s apartment, taking it on two steps at a time. “Sarah!” I called out as I banged on the door and she opened after a minute and hugged me. “Rach- what’s up?” She stood back to let me in and I entered the little apartment, feeling so much better after talking to Barry and now after seeing my sister. “I missed you,” I said to Sarah as I plopped down on her living room sofa, and she laughed and said, “You saw me like yesterday.” I shrugged as I picked up a magazine she had left around and leafed through it absently, “I know, but I like seeing you,” she laughed again and sat down across from me on the floor, looking at me.
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