Romance: Hard

by Penny Ward

  After spending more time than I thought was possible in front of the mirror getting myself ready for tonight, I arrive at ‘The Grand Hotel’ full of nerves. I step out of the cab, give the driver way too much for a tip, and walk through the hotel entrance.

  Oh.

  My.

  I feel every bit as inexperienced as my twenty-two years would suggest. I have never seen wealth like this before. I thought that places like this only existed in the movies – this place is beyond my wildest dreams.

  “May I help you, ma’am?” a concierge asks me.

  “Um…” I pick my jaw up off the floor. “I’m going to the penthouse. Where is that?”

  He smiles, “Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

  The tall, smooth concierge leads me to the elevators, presses the button for me and waits for the elevator to arrive. Once it arrives, he guides me through the elevator doors.

  I already feel more elegant than I ever have in my life, “Thank you.”

  My words come out with a mock elegance – and sound totally ridiculous.

  I am wearing the sexiest outfit I own – a tight, long black dress. I bought this dress a year ago, hoping that Richard would take me somewhere nice.

  He never did.

  The dress hugs my curves and when the elevator dings that I have arrived, the reality of the situation sets in.

  I’m going to have sex. With a man. With a man that I don’t know. The nerves flood my body and I almost feel like being sick. Why did I agree to this? This isn’t me, is it? I don’t know if I can do it. What if he is perfect? What if he is everything I ever wanted? What do I do then?

  No. I can’t think like that. He is not my type anyway. He is sexy, yes, but so not my type. He is too much of a businessman to be my type. And what if I’m awful in bed? I have only ever been with one man, and he was a very selfish lover. I wouldn’t know what to do to make this man feel good. Oh, I wouldn’t even know what to do to make me feel good. With his good looks and money, I’m sure he has had plenty of girls in his life. Anyone he chooses. And they would all be wild and sexy… and know how to please a man. I know nothing about that.

  I don’t step out of the elevator. I can’t do it. I’m not sexy enough to be someone’s fling. No Amber!

  Stop. Don’t think like that. I am good enough. The old me would have run away long before now. But not now. This is my new life. This is my moment.

  It is just for one night.

  I step out of the lift and stand nervously at the door to the penthouse for five minutes, before I finally gain the courage to knock twice.

  6

  He is slow to answer the door but when he does, my world freezes.

  The first thing I see is his eyes. His beautiful eyes. Staring at me, wanting me. He is wearing another tightly fitted suit, and my, it looks amazing. I love it. I want to rip it off him right now.

  “Hello.”

  His voice is deep and full of smooth seduction. I try to respond but I can’t. I’m too nervous.

  “Please, come in.”

  He welcomes me into the hotel room and I am blown away by the size of it. Seriously, I thought places like this only existed in the movies. It is massive… and seductive. There is something about the hotel room that is just plain sexy.

  Exactly like the man opposite me.

  “Amber Spencer,” I blurt out.

  Damn. Why did I say that?

  Nope – I’m definitely not smooth at all.

  In an attempt to cover up my rudeness, I hold out my hand to shake his. His eyes stare at me, but he ignores my handshake completely. Instead, he turns to the bar, “What would you like to drink?”

  “I think names should come before drinks,” I state nervously.

  “No. Not tonight,” his voice is in control. Dominant. I can’t argue with a man that is so sure of his answer.

  “I have guidelines for tonight,” I announce. Guidelines? What the hell am I saying?!

  He stops pouring the glass of wine and his eyebrows rise in a question.

  Why did I say that? I don’t have any guidelines. The nerves must have made me say that. Shit. What do I say now? When I don’t say anything else, Mr. White returns to pouring the glass of wine.

  “And would you care to elaborate on those guidelines?” he states with his back turned to me.

  No.

  “This is the first time I have done anything like this,” I blurt out.

  He smiles and shakes his head, “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

  Oh. I feel deflated. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough about the one-night stand part?

  “We are just two people having a nice glass of wine… and we will see where that leads us,” he hands me a glass of red wine. “But it could lead us to some every exciting places.”

  Right. This man knows exactly what he is doing.

  “No personal questions about each other’s life,” I state firmly. “That’s guideline number one.”

  It is the only thing I could think about on the spot. I don’t even think that I want it as a guideline. Mr. White nods and waits for me to continue. He waits patiently for me to say something else. But I can’t think of anything else to say. Damn.

  “That’s all?” he raises an eyebrow.

  “And guideline number two is… we can no longer see each other outside this hotel room. If anything happens tonight, then you and I never talk again outside these walls.”

  He smiles and nods again. Shit. As soon as I say the guideline, I instantly regret it. What a stupid thing to say. Damn you, nerves.

  “I have one guideline for you,” he states in his seductive voice. “No clothes allowed after half-past nine.”

  I look to the clock on the wall. “That’s only ten minutes away?” I state nervously.

  “Then we’d better drink this wine then,” he smiles as he hands me the glass.

  Oh my…

  7

  The glass of expensive red wine shakes nervously in my hand.

  The only way I can think to stop the glass shaking is to put it to my mouth – but suddenly my glass is empty. I must be nervous because I have never been one to drink that quickly.

  I look to the striking man across the room and he has a smirk on his face.

  “What are you smiling at?” I ask.

  “You.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re beautiful.”

  I don’t know what to say. I can’t remember the last time a man called me beautiful. And this is not just any man – this is the most impressive man I have ever seen. He is beautiful in every way.

  His body flows from his long legs into his strong torso, and his broad shoulders sit restfully in control of the moment. His face is perfect – stunning eyes, smooth skin and a heart-melting smile.

  Just talking to him makes me nervous – how could I possibly sleep with him? Mr. White confidently places his half-drunk glass of wine next to him on the bench and nods for me to follow him to the bedroom. As I follow his broad shoulders into the room, my mouth drops open. This hotel bedroom is as large as my apartment.

  “Take your clothes off Amber,” Mr. White states as he sits in a large armchair next to the bed.

  “Pardon?”

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

  “Um… I’ve never just stripped for anybody before. I don’t think I have the body for stripping.”

  “You have the perfect body. I want to see it naked.”

  I feel my pussy tingle. The thought of this man wanting to see my naked body is already driving me into a place I haven’t been before.

  “I want to see your beautiful body naked,” he states slower this time.

  I can’t resist that dominant statement. I can’t argue with a man that strong. He controls me already. I place my bag onto a nearby dresser and walk in front of him. Wow. His eyes are glued to the way my body moves.

  I feel… wanted. Desired.

  “I can’t do it,” I try to t
hink of an excuse. “There’s no music to strip to.”

  “I want you to dance to the music in your head.”

  I have to do what he says – it is like I can’t say no to him.

  Moving my hips gently side to side, I try not to show how nervous I am.

  “Dance a little more… sexy.”

  I move my hips seductively and run my hands down the sides of my dress, tracing my curves as they move. Unsure of whether this is what he wants I glance towards his trousers.

  Oh.

  I see a large bulge in his groin.

  This must be working.

  “Yes…” his eyes watch me closely, “Take all of your clothes off. And keep dancing.”

  “All of my clothes?”

  “Yes.”

  I run my hands all over my body and unbutton the top of my dress, still gently moving my hips side to side. As I undo the zip, the dress falls to the floor – exposing my sexy new underwear. His eyes shoot straight to my perky breasts and I feel so sexy. I feel wanted. Gently, I continue to move my hips. But am I ready for what is to happen next? Am I good enough for a man this beautiful? Am I sexy enough? I don’t know if I can go any further with this. Maybe I should go now.

  This endless self-doubt about my body is starting to ruin my moment…

  I stop dancing.

  I can’t do it any more. I am frozen in the moment. The sexiest man I have ever met is in front of me, waiting for me to undress. I’m not sure if I can go through with it. I am only half-naked and I already feel exposed. I can feel his eyes staring at my exposed skin. Is he judging me? Does he like what he sees?

  Mr. White waits for me to continue moving but I remain frozen. Smoothly, he stands from the armchair and circles around until he is close behind me. I can feel the whisper of his breath on my neck.

  “I need you to be naked,” Mr. White whispers to me. “That is not negotiable.”

  I can’t answer. I don’t know if I can be naked in front of him. Maybe if he turned off the lights?

  “I need this delicate, smooth, tasty body to be naked,” he continues. “Your clothes are covering all of your beauty. Take them all off.”

  Gentle kisses land on my neck and I feel shivers dance over my skin.

  “You are so beautiful,” he states, running his fingers down my side.

  I am still motionless. I am trapped by nerves.

  His large strong hands smooth over my skin, until he reaches my bra. I don’t notice him undoing it, but it falls to the ground quickly, leaving my breasts exposed to a man I hardly know. He groans in my ear, “Yes… these are beautiful.”

  His hips press against my back and I can feel the bulge in his trousers. It feels so big pressed against me. It is clear that he likes what he sees. With a sexual confidence that I have never had before, I spin around and take his hand, leading him back to his armchair. The smile on his face shows me that he likes what he sees. Slowly, I rock my hips side to side, running my hands over my naked breasts. Mr. White moans with pleasure as he watches my movements.

  “Yes…”

  The situation fills me with confidence that I have never had before.

  “You need to stand,” I demand of him.

  Mr. White stands and I move into his body, pressing my breasts against his hard, toned torso.

  He kisses my neck while I wrestle the shirt off his body.

  Oh…

  His body is perfect. Rock hard. Toned. Tanned.

  Yes…

  His chest swells out and his stomach is flat and toned. I always imagined that he would be toned under his shirt but this is amazing. I have never seen a body so perfect, and now I get to touch it.I run my hands over his solid chest, becoming lost in his magical body.

  His hands run over my curves and down to the last piece of clothing I have remaining on my body. His fingers slip inside my panties and grip onto the flesh of my behind. Lost in the moment, I become wet.

  Very wet. I want him. I need him. My panties fall to the fall and I am now naked. Fully exposed to this man’s desires… And I love it.

  The moment takes over my control and my hands go straight for his belt, unbuckling it, and then ripping his pants to the floor. Once his pants are off, I run my hands up the inside of his expensive jocks, and push them all the way to the floor.

  As his jocks go down, so do I. Grabbing his cock with my left hand, it instantly swells in size. It is strong and hard. And bigger than any I have ever seen. When I take all of him in my mouth, he groans loudly.

  “Fuck… Yes!”

  I run my mouth over and over his member and it grows harder with each stroke. My right hand cups his balls and I bounce my head on his member. Yes.

  “Fuck yes!” he continues to groan as his fingers run through my hair.

  He clenches and moans as my hand runs up and down his strong shaft. I take him in my mouth over and over again. I want his cock. Looking up at him, I see the smile on his face. I take his hardness out of my mouth and come up to standing. As I stand, I run my breasts up his body, but I still hold his cock in my left hand.

  “Lie down,” I tell him in my most sexy voice.

  He obeys and lies down on the bed next to us. Climbing on-top of his muscular body, I place myself over his upright member. Placing my pussy lips at the top of his member, I let my juices run over the tip of his cock. This feels so right. As I hesitate, he almost explodes in anticipation.

  Then…

  Yes…

  I swallow his hard piece inside my pussy, and he groans in deep pleasure.

  “Fuck,” he groans again.

  He is deep inside me. Touching me in places I have never been touched before. I hold still for a moment and take it all in. All of it.

  Placing my hands on his beautiful body, I start to move my hips. I can feel every part of his perfectly shaped cock inside my pussy. Mr. White’s moans of lust motivate me to start bouncing. My thighs push me up and down, and his long member touches me so deep inside.

  I squeal as his member pounds me.

  Oh yes!

  Just as I am getting lost in my moment, he tosses me onto the bed, and pounces on me. Oh, I love a man in control…

  He gently pushes himself into my pussy and it feels amazing. I feel every part of his strong cock deep within my pussy. Oh, that feels amazing. He is inside me. This man that I hardly know is deep inside me.

  Yes.

  Oh yes!

  His hands run all over my back, smoothing onto my bottom.

  “Yes…” he moans, “You have an amazing body.”

  After that statement, he thrusts himself into me. Strong. Deep.

  Oh yes.

  I begin to feel the full force of his strength pound into me. He starts to pound me with aggression and power like I have never felt before. He pumps and he pumps, ramming into me with all his strength.

  Oh yes!

  But then… He stops.

  No!

  With his strength, he guides me into the doggy style position. Kneeling on the bed on all fours, I leave myself open to his will. His hard cock touches my spot again and I almost faint with desire. His dick then drives back into me, sliding deep into my pussy. Suddenly, he rams me with intensity, ramming himself deeper and deeper. Aggressively, he pumps me with the force of a train.

  Yes.

  He holds the small of my back and grips the flesh of my behind. He holds it tight.

  “Harder,” I tell him. “Harder.”

  He slams again and again. I love it. I am lost in the moment. Yes! Gritting my teeth, I feel him pump me. Yes! I grip at the blankets as he thrusts himself into my wet pussy.

  Then I feel it. It rushes over me like a warm river, tickling every part of my body. My skin is alight with lust. Yes… My mind is lost. My entire world is glowing. Everything around me is spinning. Yes… Fuck yes! He throws himself at me with one last surge before he comes. I feel his warmth squirt inside me and I squeal again. We both fall to the bed, naked and panting in desire.

&n
bsp; As I lie next to this sexy man, my head is in another world. My head is in a place I have never been to before.

  But this is a place where I have to return…

  8

  As I ride the subway to the gallery the next day, I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

  Even if I try not to smile, my mouth just creeps back up in the corners. I can’t help it. The endorphins are still pumping through my body after the incredible night last night. I never knew one night could be so amazing. I walk into the gallery and keep my eyes focused on the ground… but Marissa can instantly tell something is up.

  “Good morning,” she says. “How are you?”

  I take my eyes off the ground and look at her.

  “Oh my!” she screams. “I can tell that smile anywhere! That is a ‘I have just had the best sex of my life’ type of smile. Tell me I’m wrong!”

  I don’t know what to say. Marissa runs from behind her desk and embraces me in a large warm hug, holding me tightly. The hug only adds to my excitement.

  “Soo…”

  I still don’t know what to say. Instead, I just stand there looking at her and smiling like an idiot.

  “Tell me about it,” she insists with a smile.

  “Um… are there any clients in the gallery?”

  “No, sweetie. Now stop stalling and give me all the details. If you took photos, I want to see them too,” she smiles cheekily.

  I shrug my shoulders as I still don’t know what to say.

  “Wow…” Marissa is as happy as I am. “That good?”

  All I can do is nod. The pure glee is almost exploding out of me.

  I am happy that I had the bravery to go through with it. The old me wouldn’t have had the confidence to arrive. I would have been plagued with self-doubt. But now, I am confident with my body and confident in who I am. I am so happy that I did it.

  “So…” Marissa continues, “Details please. Come on, give me something. You don’t have to tell me all the details but I need to know some. You have to tell me something.”

  “The hotel was…”

  Marissa’s laugh interrupts me, “Not the hotel! The man! Tell me about the man!”