by Brenna Zinn
Leslie placed her cheek against the cool glass, straining to see the action on the streets below from the dizzying heights of the Presidential Suite. The crazy idea the glass might come loose from its hold and of her falling so far to the ground scared the living daylights out of her, but she lingered there anyway. She would only be in this room once and didn’t want to miss a thing.
A random thought hit her with such force she immediately stepped back from the window. Only an unsophisticated, unworldly woman would carry on with a view of Houston like she was. Her naiveté practically screamed with her every action. If she had any plans to impress Carter on their first and only night together, she would simply have to behave with more style.
Leslie turned and just made out Carter laying his jacket and tie over the backside of a chair. His open shirt revealed a broad, hairless chest that caused her stomach to tighten. He struck a match and lit a candle on a coffee table in the middle of the sitting area. The flame burned brightly and cast the large room in a golden glow.
“There are several more candles I could light, but I think I prefer just this one for right now.” He blew out the match and tossed it into a small glass bowl. “Something about the shimmer of this one flame makes you look like an angel standing over there. You’re almost too radiant to touch.”
His words, so beautiful, so complimentary, were like rare and precious jewels. If only she could somehow box everything he said, she could pull those words out on cold Chicago nights when she was all alone and missing him.
But no, she was again being silly, thinking only of the future when the man she wanted stood so close. She needed to be bold and daring. There was no room for sadness or hesitation. Tonight she would lay her very soul out and give him something to think about after she was gone.
Lifting her hands to her hair, she removed the bobby pins from the loose bun at the nape of her neck, letting each pin fall where it may. When she discarded the last one, Leslie shook her head and her long hair to tumbled down her back and over her shoulders.
Carter stared in rapt attention. While he watched, she unzipped her gown. The silky frock slid over her bare breasts and the curves of her hips. The fabric cascaded to the floor and puddled around her feet in a near silent whoosh of material. Besides her four-inch stilettos, only a small blue thong and the garter remained on her body.
“Sweet Mother of Mercy,” Carter said on a moan. “You’re even lovelier than I imagined.”
The lack of clothing and the excitement of the moment sent a chill over Leslie’s skin. She fingered her nipples as they contracted to hard pebbles, enjoying the exquisite sensation. In response, a surge of hot juices filled her pussy. Her womb ached with need.
She stepped out of the gown and walked slowly through the maze of furniture, feeling the creamy moisture of her arousal between her thighs. She was ready for him to take her any way he wanted. Now. Tonight.
Carter tore off his shirt and tossed it to the floor as he made his way to her. He pulled her into his arms, the force stealing her breath. His hips ground into hers, leaving no doubt of his desire. Hard as a steel rod, his cock protruded from the confines of his pants and pressed into her side. Like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, he ravaged her mouth, plunging and stroking, taking as he pleased.
Leslie reached for the top of his trousers, searching for his belt buckle. He had to be naked so each part of his body would be accessible. Hungry for a taste of him, she craved the opportunity to lick every inch of him and savor his incredible flavors.
He placed his hand on hers, preventing her from unfastening the buckle. With unspoken intention, he moved his fingers lower, brushing against the tender flesh of her abdomen and into her panties. When he reached her clit she jerked in response, and his body momentarily went rigid.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he gasped. “My god. You are so incredibly wet.”
Two fingers slid over her sensitive nub and into the slick folds of her pussy. Spreading her legs, she silently welcomed him to explore further.
Carter needed little prodding. He glided his entire hand inside the tiny scrap of silk covering her mound and cupped her while parting the interior lips of her cunt with the pads of his fingers.
With a swell of primal lust, her body took over, acting without the consent of her brain. Her knees dipped and her hips swayed against the incredible feel of his touch. Over and over again, she bore down on his hand, silently pleading him to plunge his fingers even further into her hot channel.
“I’ve got to taste you, Leslie.” Carter nipped her neck with his teeth. Nudging with his legs, he guided her to the couch and pressed her body against the length of the sofa’s back. In one swift, practiced move, he slid her thong down her legs. “If I don’t eat your pussy right now, I think I’ll go mad.”
His confession sent confidence surging through her.
He wants me. And badly.
That was clear. But she wanted more from him. She wanted to push him over the edge of his desire. Fly with him someplace neither of them had ever gone before.
Leslie wiggled her ass in the plush softness of the sofa, making herself comfortable. Ensuring Carter wouldn’t miss a thing, she lifted a leg and bent it at the knee before placing her foot on the arm of the couch. Using the underside of both arms, she pressed her breasts together, then stretched her hands down to the moist cleft between her thighs.
“Is this what you want?” Boldly, Leslie spread the lips of her pussy wide, then began fingering her clit. She’d never done this in front of anyone before, but now here was this opportunity with the man she’d had erotic dreams about for so very long. Arching her back, she raised her chest and heaved her breasts high, incited by her own daring.
“Oh, we are going to have a wonderful time tonight, I can tell already. I’ve got so much in store for you.” Carter adjusted the twitching bulge in his slacks. “Right now, move those hands and let me get to business.”
She did as he asked, placing her arms over her head and clutching her hands together. He was going to do it. In a moment she’d feel the mouth of the man she’d loved for so long right there. When he bent over her, the moist heat of his breath against her clit caused her already sensitive body to writhe with anticipation.
“Hmm, you smell like sexy candy.” The rumble of his voice tickled the inside of her thigh. “I wonder if you taste as good.”
Before she could form an intelligent comeback, he stroked his tongue over her nub. A current of electricity, shocking and powerful, spiked from her pelvis to her chest. She jerked, her body not fully prepared for intense jolt of pleasure.
“Did I hit a nerve?” he asked, rubbing his cheek along her leg.
“Something like that.” Leslie leaned her head back, her breasts jiggling with each labored draw of air she took. Her heart raced with excitement.
“Well, then.” His low, sexy voice rumbled. “Let’s try that once again, shall we?”
“Ohhhhh,” she drew the word out, nearly grinding it into a groan. “Please. Please.”
Slowly making his way up the inside of her thigh, Carter lightly bit her skin, then soothed the flesh with licks and kisses. When he reached the cleft of her legs, he placed his mouth on her clit and flicked his tongue up and down, back and forth, all around the hard kernel.
Leslie wriggled under him, reveling in the mind numbing thrills his mouth offered.
Carter placed his hands on her hips, stilling her movement. He pressed his lips harder on her tingling clit and added more force to the strokes of his tongue. The more she tried to thrust her hips forward, meeting each of his velvet-like licks, the harder he pushed, reinforcing her restraint.
The cadence of his delicious torture accelerated. Leslie dug her fingers deeper into the couch’s cushions, her muscles straining for relief. As her release broke over her, she arched off the sofa, grabbed Carter’s head, and dragged her nails over his scalp.
“Carter. Oh, god, yes, Carter.”
Her cries seemed to re
verberate off the walls and hang heavy in the air around them. The sound of her voice calling out his name rang in her ears as her body convulsed with pleasure. Trembling from her curled toes to her eyebrows, Leslie fell back onto the couch, gasping.
When Carter gave one final flick of his tongue, a last involuntary spasm rippled over her. He righted himself, unbuckled his belt, and drew the narrow piece of polished leather out of the hoops in his trousers. He threw the belt off to his left where it landed with a sharp thud against the wall.
“Wait a minute.” Leslie pulled herself up. Still incredibly sensitive, the slight movement ushered a trickle of cream from her pulsing pussy. “I want to do that. Please let me.” She felt both shy and bold at the same time. She was going to make her big pitch tonight and let the chips fall wherever. She gave him a slow smile. “And when I’m done taking off your pants, I’m going to rock your world, Mr. Carter Lang. Expect to see me drop to my knees and suck you until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Under normal circumstances, I would gladly let you do that. I’ve dreamed about having your mouth around my cock. More times than I can tell you.” With a hand not quite steady, he pulled out his wallet from his pants pocket and removed a small packet. “But this is definitely not a normal circumstance. I have to be inside you right now.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “I’m a desperate man, Leslie. I feel as if I’ve waited for this forever.”
Leslie grinned at the packet in his hand, excited as well as relieved. Ever present of mind and prepared for every situation, Carter had remembered to bring along a condom.
Holding the edge of the foil packaging between his teeth, Carter continued undressing. He pulled off his pants and tossed them over the couch, then grabbed the elastic top of his skin tight briefs and tugged them down over his lean hips. The instant his underwear reached mid thigh, his dick, swollen with arousal, sprang from its confinement. Stepping out of the tighty-whities, he left the underwear where it lay and moved to the end of the couch.
He kissed her again and traced her mouth with his tongue. She could taste herself on him and lust shot through her like a lightning bolt.
“I promise you, the next time will be much slower, and I’ve got a few surprises waiting. But right now, I’ve got to have you.”
Carter ripped open the condom’s wrapping and rolled the sheathing down the long shaft of his penis. Without further ceremony, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the length of the sofa’s back until her hips were arranged to the perfect angle. He held his cock with one hand and directed its circumcised tip just above her clit.
“Please forgive me, Leslie,” he uttered on a ragged breath. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, I don’t think I can be gentle.”
Thrilled to heights she’d never known, Leslie nodded. She leaned forward and stroked her cunt again, her eyes locked on his. Her slick folds were drenched with her juices. “It’s all right, Carter. I don’t think I want you to be gentle.”
Carter maneuvered the rounded head of his cock over her mound and across her tender clit then thrust home. Leslie couldn’t hold back a gasp as his thick shaft filled her, driving its full length deep inside her pussy.
He placed his hands on the outside of her thighs just above her knees and raised her legs and ass off the couch. The new position provided the perfect angle and leverage to drive himself down, plunging into her with one forceful thrust.
The rhythm of his long, pumping strokes pulling and pushing against the tight walls of her pussy grew steadily faster. Despite the cool air in the room, a light glaze of sweat covered him, making his skin glisten like wet diamonds in the candlelight.
Wanting to heighten his pleasure as well as her own, and past the point of any shyness, Leslie cupped her breasts and lifted them. With slow, orchestrated movements, she kneaded both breasts then tugged and rolled her nipples between two fingers. Exquisite pain, sharp yet intensely pleasurable, drew the constricting flower of her areola into a hard pebble.
“You are too much,” he said, leaning over and taking one taut nipple between his lips. Carter sucked, his mouth a new instrument of erotic gratification. Over and over, he bucked his hips, driving his cock harder and deeper with each thrust. “You are so fucking tight. I can’t stop. I’m going to come.”
He flung his head back and gripped her legs, slamming into her pussy with one shattering ram of his magnificent penis. As he exploded a second orgasm rushed through her, shaking her to the core. For several seconds, his muscles convulsed and his body shook with the force of his release. After filling his lungs with air, he collapsed on top of her and rested his head on her chest just below her chin.
Minutes passed before either of them moved. As far as Leslie was concerned, they could stay that way the rest of the night. Though, perhaps having their legs entwined and her arms around him would be better in a bed.
But, honestly, what did where they lay together matter? He was here with her, their sex had been beyond incredible, and her dream—this—had finally become reality. She had opened herself to him, fucked him to the best of her ability, and satisfied her curiosity.
If only there was more time before having to leave for Chicago, maybe they could mold this new-found relationship into something more. Maybe they could even date. She could cook him gourmet meals, and he could…he could take her to Rome.
Maybe, if all the stars aligned in just the right way, he would eventually fall in love with her.
She was already in love with him.
Yeah, right. But what does he feel about me? Did he just want great sex and goodbye?
The sting of believing this to be a one-sided relationship with Carter Lang hurt more now than it ever had before. Could this one-night-stand end up being a mistake? Would she only want to kick herself in the morning, wishing she’d just left Houston without knowing him so intimately? You couldn’t miss what you hadn’t had, right?
She had to face facts. It just wasn’t possible that tonight could change things between them. From the first time she’d met Carter she was well aware that she was an unsophisticated secretary who grew up in a middle class family. Carter was still the wealthy boss, albeit former boss, with a penchant for classy women who trolled in his level of society. Great sex wouldn’t change that situation.
Carter lifted his head and gazed at her. The candle flickered, making his whisky-colored eyes shimmer like liquid gold. If only that was at least affection she saw shimmering in there.
If only.
Much too soon he pulled himself up, gently removing his cock from her as he found his feet. His weight gone, she could breathe again, but she’d rather he’d stayed on top of her, even if she had to go without air.
He offered his hand and helped her off the back of the couch.
“You are amazing.” He brushed a wayward strand of hair from her brow, then let his finger drift down the side of her face. “I had no idea that sex—that included me,” he chucked as though the comment was an afterthought, “could be so erotic. So fulfilling.”
“Oh, I’m sure you say that to all the women.”
Her words were only partially teasing. He couldn’t possibly be speaking the truth. Most likely he was just being kind. After all, what else did she expect him to say after just fucking her silly? Thanks, hon. You were good, but I’ve had better? No, he was too much of a gentleman for that.
Quit thinking Leslie. Just enjoy the moment.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious at her nakedness and her earlier wanton behavior, she turned to look for her clothes. Best she leave before the hurt that sat inside her like a stone got any worse.
But Carter yanked her back to him and turned her to face him, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their bodies, already warm from their exertion, seemed to smolder from a hidden fire.
A deep crease formed on his forehead and the corners of his lips curved down. “No, Leslie. I don’t say that to all the women I have sex with. And I don’t want you to think that I do.”
Leslie shook her head. “Carter, I’m not naive. You’re forty-eight years old and a man of the world. You don’t need to stroke my ego.”
“I’m well aware of how old I am.” He slid his hands down and cupped her ass, drawing her closer. “I’m the one who feels like his ego is being stroked. I’m naked as a jaybird, holding quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. As far as I’m concerned, I one incredibly fortunate man.”
Really? Could he mean it?
“Well, then,” she stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the nose, “I guess we’ll just have to call it an ego stroking draw.”
“Speaking of stroking…” He waggled his eyebrows. “I have a little surprise set up for you in the bedroom. Give me just a second. I need to make sure everything is ready.”
“For me?” Her voice sounded startled, even to her own ears. “How could you possibly have known I’d be here with you tonight? I haven’t even seen you since our last day at the office.”
“I hoped, Leslie.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “This was going to be my last chance to suck up my courage and let you know how much I wanted you.” Another soft kiss. “Let’s just say while I wasn’t sure you’d end up in my room, I hoped fate would provide me this one rather special favor.” Carter headed toward the bedroom door but stopped mid-stride. “At the reception you said that you wanted me to see you playing with yourself in your private bathroom. Why did you want me to see you?”
A frigid chill prickled her spine, turning her blood cold. She couldn’t tell him. Doing so would only make her look, well, pathetic. So terribly unsophisticated.
I thought if you saw me and we had sex, you would realize you’re in love with me. Then we could live happily ever after.
Oh, no. She would only humiliate herself if she even hinted at the truth.
But what could she say?
****
Her heart pounded in her chest, nearly drowning out every other sound. The loud thump of each beat sounded like a voice speaking as it thrummed in her ears. Coward, coward, coward, was the only word the voice seemed to know.