Ignoring the receptionist, who frowned at him as he entered the lobby, evidently wondering what work needed doing in their hotel, he waited for the lift to descend and felt inside his overalls for the electronic key. He smiled as he’d considered his options: hacking a key like that would have been fifteen minutes work for him, but in the end he’d decided to book the suite to a large Dutch multinational. It would take them months to find out what he’d done—if they ever decided even to look—and in the meantime he had bought himself an afternoon of extravagant luxury.
And, he told himself as he opened the door to the suite, this was definitely very luxurious. Dark walnut and mahogany furniture was laid out beside the soft, cream rugs, and beyond the first open doorway he could see the bedroom. A coat and bag was thrown onto the bed. Good. She was already here.
Closing the door quietly, Hayden placed his toolbox on the table and removed his gloves. There was a place and time to be prissy and meticulous, but during sex sure as hell wasn’t it.
Standing to his full height now, well over six foot tall, Hayden took on a different aspect. His hair, covered by the cap which he now removed, was very dark-brown, almost black, and now that he was not attempting to make himself inconspicuous there could be no doubt that his fine, firm features and broad shoulders and back were a sight that pretty much any woman would want to stare at.
Though he had been as quiet as possible he must have made some noise (which made him frown, purely out of professional concern) as a woman came to stand by the door. She was perhaps five-foot seven, five-eight in her heels, and she wore a pretty, flower-printed dress that reached to her knees. The top of it low enough to expose enough bosom to indicate that a day seeing tulip-bulbs in Dutch fields wasn’t top of her agenda. Her blonde hair was tied back and her face and trim, healthy figure were already making Hayden stir down below.
She was perhaps in her early thirties, near enough to Hayden’s own age, and he could imagine her as an eighteen year-old cheerleader, utterly stunning and driving the boys crazy. It wasn’t that she was no longer beautiful—far from it: she would have turned the heads of plenty of men. No, it was that she was starting to enter that realisation that life was slowly passing her by.
Though she didn’t wear a wedding ring, Hayden only had to look at her to know she was married. It was one of the reasons he’d picked her. Though she probably wasn’t fully conscious of it herself, this was a woman who was desperate to be taken. It was that repressed hunger that attracted him as much as her looks.
One of her eyebrows was raised as she regarded him with amusement.
“I didn’t have you down for the workman type.” Her soft, southern accent was arousing him even more. He smiled.
“It’s not a problem, is it?”
She shrugged. “No. It’s just not what I was expecting.”
“A bit too rough for you?” As he said the word ‘rough’ he saw her shiver slightly. Her hunger wasn’t so repressed anymore. “I didn’t have you yanks down for the type to hold class prejudices.”
She frowned at this. “Haven’t you heard the phrase ‘trailer trash’ before? And please don’t ever call me a yank again.”
Her spikiness incited him and he came forward, his face calm as he began to unbutton the top of his overalls. She watched him, leaning against the doorway. Behind her, the bed looked large and inviting.
“I didn’t have much intention discussing American history,” he said, “but if you want to dress in a confederate flag, that’s fine by me.” He was now only a foot away from her and, as he looked down at her, she lifted her face, staring at him with trepidation in her soft, blue eyes. “How long have you got?” he asked.
“A couple of hours,” she said, quietly. “Maybe more. He... he’s gone to indulge himself at that Heineken place, wherever that is. I said I had a headache and needed a walk.” Her eyes flicked away in irritation. “No doubt he’ll stop by the red light district.”
“And that bothers you?” Hayden reached out and touched the top of her dress, slowly sliding his fingers along the strap across her shoulders, enjoying the sensation of warmth beneath his fingertips.
“You’re joking, right?” Her eyes flashed with anger but almost immediately they dimmed again. “He’ll be lucky if he keeps it up for a blowjob.”
Without speaking, Hayden lowered his face, breathing on her neck as his mouth came closer to her flesh. Unconsciously, she shifted her head slightly, so that his lips could touch her skin. She took two steps back towards the bed and then seemed to recover a sense of ill-placed propriety.
“This is a mistake,” she told him nervously. “I should go.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled and gently shoved against her shoulders with his hands so that she stumbled and fell, her legs kicking outwards as she landed on the bed. For a second, her face blazed with that same anger she had shown only moments before.
“How dare you!” she snapped. Hayden laughed.
“I didn’t push that hard,” he told her, continuing to unbutton his overalls and now exposing a strongly muscled shoulder and pecs. Her eyes flashed with a very different emotion when she caught sight of him. “I never met a woman so ready to fall.”
She half-grimaced, half-smiled at this. “Yeah,” she said quietly, averting her gaze from his. Smiling, he pulled down the top of his overalls, revealing the V-shape of his torso and well-built arms. That attracted her attention.
“Like I said,” she almost purred, “I didn’t have you down for the rough type.”
“Oh, I’m not rough—not unless you want me to be,” he replied. “I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
She giggled when he said this. “You English types are so quaint. I know what I’d like to put in my mouth, and it isn’t your spoon.”
Good, thought Hayden, she’s relaxing. His hands moved down to the bottoms of his clothes, unbuttoning them further.
“What did you do with it?” she asked. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch, unwavering.
“With what?”
“The spoon.”
“I sold it and bought a Lexus.”
She gave a mock frown at this. “Is that all?”
“I wanted a Bentley, but it wasn’t that big a spoon.” His hands continued to undo buttons and then he let the trousers drop to the floor. “But then I guess I was blessed in other ways.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” the woman groaned. “Where have you been all my life?”
With a grin, Hayden moved forward, enjoying the half-erect weight as it swung between his legs and kicking off shoes and trousers as he moved closer. With a swift motion, he stripped off everything and stood before the woman completely in the buff. She was still dressed, but he enjoyed this moment of exhibiting himself. Reaching out, he touched her hair, moving his fingers to pull off the band that held it tied back.
Despite the look of raw, naked lust on her face, still she didn’t move. The size of him had raised some primeval fear in her, torn as she was between lust and shame. “I shouldn’t,” she whispered.
“Go on,” he said softly. “Treat yourself.” The thought of her confusion was actually turning him on more than it should and he bent forward, bringing his mouth close to her ears. “All your life, there have been guys buying you flowers, taking you to dinner, bringing you all those little trinkets. And all that time what you’ve wanted is to be fucked, to be taken so deeply, to cum so hard that you’ll never forget the experience, never forget what it is to be a woman.”
Her eyes lifted, looking up at him with such longing that he immediately grew stiffer, making her gasp.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Get on your knees,” he told her, standing back up to his full height and towering over her.
She did not need instructing twice. Sliding from the bed, she lowered herself onto the floor in front of him, her lips were trembling as she reached out with one hand, her brightly coloured nails flashing in the sunlight, the emerald at her nec
k refracting bright rays. When she touched him, she almost flinched, but then her fingers began to curl immediately, taking the thick shaft between them.
“Oh my god,” she sighed. “Oh my fucking god. It’s so big!”
“And here, now, it’s yours,” he said, lifting a hand gently to her hair, caressing her as she stroked him.
He let her masturbate him for a while, then, shifting his position so that his large, heavy cock pointed nearer to her face, he moved his finger across her chin, her lips, sliding it between the painted flesh. She sucked on him, her large blue eyes looking up at him eagerly.
“Take it in your mouth,” he told her.
She obeyed, first moving her lips up and down his shaft when he pulled back his hand, sliding along his length and making it wet with her saliva. A naughty expression entered her eyes, making her look a decade younger. He imagined the teenage cheerleader on her first date, when all sex seemed an endless possibility of pleasure, and groaned as she now took the head of him into her mouth.
He tightened his grip slightly on her hair as she began to suck him, moving back and forth and moaning slightly as she pushed herself deeper on to him. She was still dressed, but while she stroked him with one hand she fumbled at the front of her dress with the other, trying to raise the hem of her skirt at the front so that she could play with herself as she took him into her throat.
“Ah ah,” he said, batting her arm and then dragging it up so that he could grab her hand, placing it on his taut, muscular buttock. “Not yet, little missy. First you concentrate on me. Don’t you worry, I’ll make it worth your while.”
He returned his own hands to her head, holding her more firmly as he began to buck his hips, fucking her mouth so that she made slight whimpering noises. “Look up at me,” he whispered. Once again she did as she was told, and the sight of those large eyes, her lips stretched across his shaft, made him rock solid. She was good. Her own desires made her a natural student.
He eased his grip and she willingly raised her hands to his cock once more, taking it in her fist as she pulled it from her mouth, masturbating him hard as she looked on with glee. She was about to suck him again when he gently pulled her up by her arms: too much of this and he was going to lose control—and Hayden never lost control.
Instead, as she stood there, trembling beside the bed, he turned her slowly around and began to unzip her dress. Moving large, warm hands across her shoulders, he pushed the printed cotton across and down, looking at the curve of her spine crossed by the strap of her bra, her panties emerging as the fabric slid over her hips. He unhooked her bra but, as she waited for him to remove it, he instead stepped closer to her, slipping his hands around her waist. Instinctively her own fingers came up to her bra, holding it up to protect her modesty, but then she laughed and let it fall.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her head rotated round and rolled against his. Lifting his hands, he weighed the delicious heaviness of her breasts, so soft against his fingers, before moving upwards and caressing her nipples. She gasped at this and then groaned as he let one of those hands rove down, crossing the soft, slight bump of her belly and deeper, sliding past the edge of her knickers and feeling the soft down on her pubis. Then, when he encountered the opening slit of her, wet and excited for him, she let out a long, sighing, “Yes!”
Sitting her on the edge of the bed, he raised first one foot and then the second, taking off her shoes before kissing her toes. She giggled at this, both fascinated and slightly embarrassed. He did not care, however, even when she self-consciously moved one hand across the slight rise of her abdomen. There were children, somewhere, he guessed.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her. And she was. In that moment, she was all he wanted.
She started to protest but, before she could get into the swing of resistance and spoil the mood, he grabbed one ankle and then the other, lifting them rapidly so that she fell back onto the bed with a surprised laugh. Before she could recover, his shoulders were moving along her thighs, his hands still gripping her ankles so that her legs were forced further back, causing her to open as he dipped his head down.
Kissing and licking, teasing her clit with his tongue before sliding it into her honey-salted sex, he gave her no respite and she started to gasp, her fingers twining in his hair as he devoured her. His face was sticky from her juices, and releasing one of her dainty feet he drew his finger to her slit, sliding along it before entering her deeply, causing her to moan as he hunted out the inner, velvet crinkles of her G-spot.
That made her legs flail before finding purchase around his shoulders. Now she gripped him as he dug his hands into her buttocks, fucking her with his mouth, concentrating on drinking up every last drop of her.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she began to groan, bucking up her hips into his face. He let her enjoy her orgasm and then, as her limbs went weak, he easily shrugged her legs from his shoulders and, eyes smouldering darkly, pulled himself up the bed.
For a second a look of panic came into her eyes. “My bag!” she said quickly.
Frowning for an instant, he then realised what she was talking about. Lifting himself into an upright position, he leaned across to fish for the bag, his stomach flat and rippled, the muscles in arms and shoulders tensing from the posture. Finding the condoms, he tore open a packet and began to roll it on to his heavy cock.
“I hope it’s big enough,” she said with a nervous laugh.
He didn’t reply, but with a grin moved himself over her until... until... Finding the right place, he gave her no warning but slammed himself down. That made her howl, from shock as much as excitement, and her legs and arms came up around him, feet clenching against his buttocks and fingernails digging into his arms.
Her second orgasm came very quickly, the walls of her vagina clenching around him as he moved with sharp, knowing thrusts. She bellowed so loudly at one point that he moved a hand to her mouth, forcing his fingers into her, making her suck him. At this, she glared at him wildly, then sucked on him as though she would strip him of his flesh.
For half an hour they fucked like this, him rising and falling on her, sometimes taking her slowly so as not to ejaculate too quickly, sometimes slamming hard into her sex. Her eyes screwed shut as she let herself go, her blonde hair cascading across the bed and her cheeks bright red as the blood flushed into them. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, and with a snarl he pulled out of her, causing her to gasp and protest weakly before he grabbed hold of one of her arms, flipping her over on the bed and penetrating her roughly from behind. As his cock, utterly huge now and aching to cum inside her, filled and stretched her sex, she flailed with one arm, grabbing the sheets and dragging them towards her mouth.
When he did at last cum, his whole back arched and he shouted out as he stretched above her. She, almost exhausted, shuddered on the bed, gripping the sheets and bucking her hips slightly as whatever number orgasm she was experiencing flooded her body, making her a wet mess between her legs.
He flopped down on the bed next to her, looking up at the ceiling and letting his breath exhale exultantly. She lifted herself weakly and planted a kiss on his lips before lying next to him, drawing invisible patterns on his chest.
“I could do with a cigarette,” she said.
“Do you smoke?” Hayden asked.
“Nope,” was her reply with a slightly goofy smile. This was one of the things he loved about women—how when their defences were down they showed themselves in such geeky, awkward expressions.
“That’s the problem with modern, health-conscious life,” he said, returning her smile. “It’s never like in the movies.”
She laughed at this and then kissed his nipple, resting her head on his chest. “You are fucking gorgeous,” she sighed, her voice both content and sad.
“As are you,” he replied.
She began to make self-deprecating gestures, waving one hand which he slapped away before lifting up her face and staring into her eyes inten
tly. “Yes you are,” he told her, firmly. “You’ve just forgotten it.”
As she was about to start on some defensive, and no doubt sarcastic rebuttal, he rolled her onto her front once more. She fought against him when he spanked her, though hardly with all the strength she could muster, and he lowered himself onto her, guiding himself between her buttocks. Part of him smirked at the thought of taking a detour—of dominating her in that way—but he was in no mood to be too mean and instead caused her to groan as he penetrated her sex again.
Both of them were spent when, regretfully, the woman lifted herself from the bed and, staring down at him for what seemed an age, began to move towards the bathroom. “I suppose I better clean up and go,” she said.
He nodded, watching her as she entered the en-suite. For a moment, he considered joining her in the shower, but then decided against it. That had been very pleasant, he told himself, and just what he’d needed, but now he needed to focus. Free of desire he could plan for the job tonight.
When she returned, he was staring up at the ceiling contemplatively. For a second he didn’t even realise that she’d entered the room once more, but he smiled when he saw her bending over, her slightly plump buttocks facing his direction as she fished around for her underwear and dress.
Both of them were silent after she had pulled on her clothes, watching each other. “Will I see you again?” she asked eventually, as though dragging the words from her mouth.
“Perhaps if I’m in Tennessee,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes half-hooded.
She looked at him with a pained expression on her face. “It’s... it’s funny,” she said. “You never called my name once, you know... when we were...”
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