The Waiting Room
Page 8
He continued. “My heart was pounding out of control. Now I was standing there in the kitchen with my pants around my ankles, trying to figure out what to do next, wanting her skin on my skin, wanting that little summer dress to slip to the floor.”
He looked down at her, drawn from the revelry for a moment. “That whole summer was hot as hell, and that day, with the sun setting, there was a cool front coming through. It was a relief, you know?”
His eyes focused, and he seemed to see her properly for the first time. “Oh. Shit. I’m so sorry, Shanie.” He dropped his eyes. He was ashamed. “You asked for an explanation, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear this.”
But she did. Actually, she really did want to hear this. His fingers had stopped moving, and his warm palm rested on her belly.
“Ryan. I want to hear it.” He didn’t move. “Ry,” her voice was soft and hoarse. Seeking him where he was. “I want to hear the rest.” He raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Really?”
She smiled, nodding. “Yes. I like knowing all the details of your life. Please.” She held his hand in hers and slid it between her legs to offer her version of the show and tell. "Tell me."
A smile spread across his face. Understanding replaced shame as his fingers found her wet and wanting. The lazy touch he’d used on her bare legs now began as his touch traveled over the delicate skin between her thighs, moving between the folds, his touch was light with his fingers dipping into her slippery sweetness, then sliding away, to trail over her bare skin.
“So, you like my story?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to hear what she did to me?”
Shane closed her eyes, heat rising to her cheeks, “Yes.”
His voice regained the control he’d lost to Tess so many years ago. “Do you want me to show you what she did to me?”
Her heart jumped. “Yes. Please.” Her heart was pounding. “Show me.” The words came out as a whisper, begging, and coaxing.
He licked his lips and moved closer. His breath warm on her mouth. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, to receive a kiss that did not come.
When he spoke, his voice was low and distant. “Open your eyes, Shane.”
Startled, she did as she was told. “Look at me, honey.”
She nodded.
“The whole time.”
She nodded again, finding her voice as his dark eyes held her as he shifted her slightly, moving her knees apart. His fingers were running over the curve of her ass, between her cheeks, making the heat rise in her belly as he began to speak.
“Now, don’t come.” Her breath was coming faster now. “Not until I say so.”
She was frozen, wanting to please him and wanting him to continue to touch her.
“Shane?”
She nodded again. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, "Okay."
His fingers moved through the folds of her skin, parting her slowly, setting her nerves on fire before he turned away. She wanted to touch him back, to move under the pleasure, but he held her steady with his eyes.
“Now.” He said. Her heart raced as he dipped the tip of two thick fingers inside her. She started to close her eyes and remembered his instruction. Shane stared up at him helplessly as he continued the story.
He picked up his story where he’d left off. “I was so exposed. So filled with desire, I would have done anything she wanted me to do. She pressed against me, dressed, so soft and unaffected.
She kissed me; eyes opened, her tongue grazing mine, lips sinfully soft. She ran her hands up, over my chest and shoulders, wrapping me up in her arms as she leaned into me. She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. I could feel her body through the thin fabric. The idea that she was just as exposed as I was under that thin cotton was barely tolerable.
I tried to pull her closer, and she stopped me. She ran her hands down my arms and pressed my hands against the counter- her instruction.
She didn’t want me to touch her. She wanted to touch me. I nodded, and she kissed me. It was a reward. Then I understood without instruction. I wanted to please her as much as I could.
Then I knew what she was going to do before she did it. She slipped out of the little dress and I heard the dress whisper to the floor.
I was standing there like a spring ready to go off, so tight and coiled. Holding on to the counter instead of reaching for her, and she was moving so," he paused, "slowly like honey, when you’re waiting for it to pour from the jar. She moved against me, my hands frozen where she’d left them, and she kissed me. Wet and wanting. Her breasts were perky and pumped, nipples tight, just asking to be licked."
Ryan paused, looking down at Shane. He saw her then. Trapped between wanting and waiting, trembling under his fingers, waiting for his touch, and he moved his fingers, separating and circling folds of sweet slippery flesh. Shane gasped but held his gaze. His lips curling into a smile before he kissed her, and his fingers increased her desire. If it had only been his lips on hers, he might have been kissing her goodnight on the first date- a kiss unassuming and straightforward with no promise of what is to come. The assurance came from his fingers, through gentle, patient movements that made her knees begin to shake. Shane pressed her feet into the mattress and focused on his eyes and his words. He was talking again.
“She slipped down, moving against me, her hands running over my body. When she took me in her mouth, kneeling before me, her mouth was so warm, and her tongue moved against me as she began to suck, circling my cock with her lips. Jesus, I’d never felt anything like it. She took me deeper and deeper until I felt the back of her throat open to me. It was all I could do to stay still; my legs were shaking; my hips were thrusting. God! I’d never had a woman like that.”
Shane was having trouble with her silence as his fingers circled her entrance, dipping into her enough to ignite heat in her belly, but not enough to satisfy truly. Her heart was pounding so loud it was hard to focus on his words. His touch was tantalizing, moving through the folds of her throbbing pussy, circling her clit without touching it, and then back to the barely-there penetration. She concentrated on his story.
“As she sucked me, those little hands, fuck. She stroked me, taking the whole length into her mouth, sucking and licking. Fucking me with her mouth, and I was going to cum, I started moaning and couldn’t stop my hips. I felt it rising, and she stopped. Those beautiful little hands were on me, squeezing it back. Fuck. She was holding it back, pressing the base of my cock with one hand and my balls in the other.”
“She said, shhhh and waited. She was kneeling in front of me, naked. Her golden hair spilling over her shoulders to caress my thighs and dick as she moved to squeeze back the pumping orgasm that threatened to come. Fuck. Shane. I was shaking so hard. I could barely keep it together. And that gentle instruction of shhhh.”
I don’t know how she knew, but she did. She knew the threat of the orgasm was past and began to work me again. This time it was a tease, licking me from root to tip, taking my balls into her mouth and sucking. Fuck. Her mouth was everywhere, her hands stroking, she was caressing the head of my cock, all wet from her mouth, and I was so hard, so turned on, it electrified her touch as she worked me higher and higher, taking me into her mouth again, but this time, her fingers fuck, those delicious fingers were all over my ass, squeezing and pulling me deeper into her mouth, encouraging me to fuck her face slowly, and she didn’t make a sound. She just took me down her throat; I adjusted my feet, I don’t know how I was holding that position against the kitchen sink shaking like I was, holding onto the counter, I guess, while her fingers slipped between my legs.”
As he spoke, his fingers mirrored his words. “And she was touching me deeply, working into me. No one," he paused. "No one had ever touched me there, not even me. I jerked, and she just held me still, buried in her throat, holding the base of my cock in that vice grip as she moved her tongue over the tip of my dick, working her finger over my asshole. Fuck. Shane.”
“You like that baby?” He was with her now, completely present.
Her voice was hoarse with her breath coming fast, "yes."
He licked his lips. “So did I.”
“Her touch was like fire, curling up and pressing into my body as she took me deeper into her mouth. Then with this mind-blowing rhythm, she moved past that tightness that wasn’t meant to let her fingers in.”
He was quiet now, recalling. His fingers slipped through her, slippery and wet, moving to her entry, grazing her clit, and down to her asshole. He kissed her, opening her up; moving her knees apart as he leaned into her, she felt him hard against her leg and wanted him to fuck her.
“Please. Please.”
“Shhhh.” He breathed into her as he kissed her.
Moving his fingers deep into her, she arched into his hand. Fuck yes. She wanted him to fill her up. Always fill her. Shane kissed him back, rolling into him as the robe fell away.
“Please, please, Ryan.” She’d commenced begging. “Please, fuck me.”
He laughed. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
She kissed the fading laugh away from his lips until he didn’t think the idea of fucking her was so funny anymore. She drew him from the memory to the present, where she waited primed for him. He pulled away long enough to turn her on her belly. She felt his knees against her thighs as he parted her legs.
His hand was on her lower back, pushing her further into the bed. Lowering himself against her, his right hand curled under her to find her clit as he entered her with his fingers caressing the little bundle of nerves.
“Oh, god. Ohhhh,” His cock was stretching her painfully as he entered her with long deep strokes. She felt the orgasm rising. “Ryan…”
“Shh. Hold on, honey.” His fingers matched his stroke as the heat rose in her knees. Oh, oh, god. He increased his pace and depth.
“Hold on. Baby, you’re so fucking hot.” She was shaking, trying to hold it back- the pleasure coming in waves. “Hold on to it.” He coaxed. She fought the orgasm back and only succeeded in holding it at bay as it climbed and spread through her limbs.
His mouth was on her neck, kissing her, wet open-mouth kisses, his breath hot on her back as he stoked the fire. Fucking her, fucking delicious fucking, “cum baby.”
Shane felt the orgasm give way as her body clenched around his cock, and he fucked her through it. Ohhhh, ohhhh, god. “Don’t stop; please don’t stop.”
She could barely get the words out before she came again, the orgasm coming in multiple climaxes now, over and over and over.
He shifted his fingers away from her sensitive clit and let the friction of the bedspread caress her as she felt him from behind. His hand splayed against her back. Orgasms rising between her legs ignited as he pressed into her. He was fucking her fast, oh.
She was breathing hard. Oh god, oh, Ryan, Ryan. Pleasure senses overriding her thoughts; his name slipped from her lips as he drove deep inside her. He held her on the edge of the climax that kept coming, and then she felt his body grow tight, his orgasm climbing as he fucked her. He used her, splayed wide for him, only for him. His cock buried in her pussy. His cock and his touch had undone her.
He collapsed on her when he came, his breath hot on her face. Shane turned to find his lips, seeking him, his weight heavy upon her while his cock throbbed between her legs.
CHAPTER 8
Dream
S hane basked in the afterglow. Desire spent, she drifted in and out of sleep with him. When she woke up, she couldn’t figure out how long they’d slept. It was dark outside, leaving cold the part of her skin that was not covered by Ryan. She shifted and felt him come out of her. Her thighs were wet. He moved in his sleep and reached for her, to pull her closer as she drew the sheets over them.
His deep breathing returned; his sleep uninterrupted by her movement.
Shane closed her eyes, recreating Ryan’s story in her mind. He hadn’t finished the story, and Shane wanted to hear the end even though she was pretty sure she knew how it went.
Tess entered him and made him cum. Honestly, it wasn’t so different from the dream she’d had about Ryan in the elevator and the girl with the golden hair.
Shane let herself slip back into that dreamy state, lying there with his arms draped around her. His breathing was rhythmic, hypnotic, moving from skin to skin. It wasn't a luxury; she was ready to give up to Tess. It wasn’t something she was willing to give up at all, and still, she was curious.
For the first time since they’d arrived in Vegas, the night sounds on the street far below their hotel room soothed her. The stress had dissipated, and Ryan slept curled around her and being in Vegas no longer mattered.
They were going home soon. The flight was two days away. What was the worst that could happen? Tonight, he was here with her, wanting to share with her…to be with her. Shane was in his mind as much as he was in hers. There was safety in the unknown when she knew they were going there together.
The bed molded to her slim body. It supported her hip and shoulder perfectly with a firm barely-there presence following the gentle curve of her waist and the bend of her arm. The comforter lay over them, warm but not heavy- the perfect weight of nothingness. “I’m going to buy this bed,” she told herself, "and the pillows and the…” she searched her tired mind for the word, comforter. “I’m going to buy the comforter.” She was amused at her thoughts but was serious “I’m buying this bed and the bellman. He's pretty good. Maybe I'll buy one of those too.” Her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep drawn in by a dream that was beaconing.
She could see the light in the darkness. Shane moved toward it, that golden light, and as it took shape, she saw that it was that same shimmering golden elevator. It waited for her. Shane turned and took in the hotel lobby. Other than a slight variation, it hadn’t changed much from how it looked since their arrival on Thursday night. She searched the space with her eyes to find the shift and smiled. It wasn’t something she could see; it was something she had to hear.
The lobby was silent. Patrons and gamblers still roamed freely, but their constant chatter was barely audible. When she listened closely, she could hear a gentle sound, like rolling waves. It was hypnotic. Shane followed the sound in and out, envisioning water, but it wasn’t waves. It was breath. What she heard was Ryan breathing. Comforted by his presence, Shane slipped into the dream.
She turned around to face the bellman, who seemed to have no issue with Ryan's breathing and the quiet patrons. "Going up?"
She smiled. “This one?”
“No, no.” he shook his head, “this one.” He gestured to the closed doors directly in front of her. It was the same elevator Ryan and Tess had entered. Shane cocked her head, and the doors parted, revealing the same shimmery golden elevator and Tess.
Shane smiled. He nodded. “Going down?”
A giggle rose in her throat, and she stifled it, raising her eyebrows before she turned her attention to Tess.
“Hi, I didn’t know you were…”
The bellman wasn’t done talking. He pushed on, interrupting. “I like your dress.”
Confused, Shane glanced down. She wore a simple summer dress with thin cotton; the fabric was soft and sheer. It wasn't something she owned, although it was perfect for the Vegas heat. A sheer scarf was around her neck and hung unassumingly between her breasts.
A smile was across her lips as she realized under the dress; she was naked. No bra. No panties. She stood naked under the sheer cotton. Shane looked up into the bellman’s watchful eyes, his approval was evident. It was easy to tell he had noticed the sheer fabric and the way it fell over her perky breasts
. Feeling bold and beautiful, Shane winked as she stepped into the elevator. Before he disappeared behind the closing doors, she saw him smile.
Shane turned to Tess, picking up from where she stopped. “I didn’t realize you were …here?” Was that the right word? Here in the elevator? In her dream?
Tess had evolved during her time in Vegas, shifting roles from a prospective client, to a female adversary, to the object of her desire. She considered it and decided yes. Desire was the right word.
“Tess.” Shane tested the girl’s name on her lips, finding comfort and intrigue at the taste of the girl’s name in her mouth.
The elevator began to rise, golden numbers climbing as they rose into the sky.
Tess leaned against the wall of the elevator and smiled.
“Hi, Shane.” Blond hair fell over her shoulders in a silky spill. She looked like she was dressed for the club- on her way out instead of in. A black halter top covered her breasts with a strip of fabric that revealed the curve of her pretty tits, both above and below the fabric that bound her ribs. The skimpy halter top complimented her tanned skin, and the lack of it drew the observer's attention to her defined shoulders and adorable belly button. Black skinny jeans clung to her hips and hugged her curves. The pants ended just above her delicate ankles and perfect feet dressed in strappy black sandals that must have been made to match the top. Her toes peeked out, perfectly manicured and lovely.
Shane wanted to kiss her toes.
“Hi,” Shane echoed. Her voice was soft. She was suddenly shy. A nervous giggle fluttered in her belly, and Shane struggled to contain it. She stood rooted to the elevator floor, unsure of what to do.
Tess moved toward her, closing the small space in a slow stride. “I like your elevator.” Her perfectly manicured hand reached out to push the red STOP button. The golden numbers stopped climbing, stuck on the sixty-ninth floor.
Shane smiled, “How did you do that?”
“Hmmm.” Tess let the sound hang in the air with them before she answered. “Honey, it’s your dream.”