Just a Touch: A Heartthrob Hotel Novella

by Kiss, Tabatha

  The tension snaps in me, forcing me over the edge. I moan in sudden, blissful ecstasy, losing myself completely. Graham’s hands tighten, holding me up because I sure as hell can’t do it myself right now.

  “Gra— “ I moan, coming harder than I ever have, “—ham!”

  He laughs, his mouth still fiendishly torturing my sensitive bud. I slap his forehead instead of telling him to stop — stop before I come all over again and drown his sorry ass — but the waves of moans keep washing over me.

  “Ga—” I say, seeing stars. “Suuulr—pit!”

  His grip loosens, allowing for me to roll forward and far, far away from his probing tongue. I fall onto my back and look up at the ceiling as my body twitches from my core all the way to my fingers and toes.

  “Stop,” I finally manage, laughs overtaking moans. “Stop, stop.”

  I feel the mattress give beneath his weight. Graham climbs back onto the bed and before I can take a full breath, he crushes his lips on mine.

  “Ten seconds,” he says, my taste on his tongue.

  I freeze beneath him. “Ten seconds ‘til what?”

  He doesn’t answer. Instead, Graham kisses my neck and I quiver at the pleasure blooming down my arms. He descends from there, pulling my dress down to expose my breasts. My nipples ripple at his fierce bite but I instantly moan as he soothes the pain with a quick lash of his wet tongue.

  Graham looks up at me and smiles. “Five seconds,” he says.

  Again, I pause. “Five seconds ‘til what?”

  He still doesn’t answer. He merely continues downward, slinking between my wide-open thighs. With his eyes on me, he forces my knees up and over his shoulders and I jolt the moment I realize—

  “No,” I say. I try to sit up but his thick hands press into my belly to hold me down. “I’m still super sensitive—”

  Graham ignores me and clamps his mouth around my clit again. Sensations come roaring back, still too sharp and heavy for pleasure but that tingling ache instantly builds inside of me.

  I fall back down to the pillow, too weak and unwilling to fight the forced pleasure vibrating me from the inside out.

  I grip the pillow beneath my head. “Oh, shit...” I say, biting my lip until it hurts.

  Graham chuckles against me, refusing to let up. I glance down at him and his eyes smile back as he moves his right hand toward my—

  “Fuck, Graham…” I gasp, swallowing hard. “You’re gonna make me—”

  He slides a finger inside and I melt on the mattress.

  “Oh, God. Yes,” I breathe, completely broken as he plays with my spot. “Yes, yes, yes—”

  Housekeeping is going to hate us.

  Graham tongues slow, firm circles around my clit, lulling me quickly toward climax. The word no has disappeared, once again replaced by nothing more than the sound of his name.

  Graham. My Graham.

  This beautiful bastard…

  “You taste so good,” he says.

  I reach down and grab his head, forcing his chatty mouth to get back to work. He obeys, closing his eyes and immersing himself in me. His tongue tempts me closer while his finger drags me down. Thoughts turn to dust as my back arches and my thighs twitch. I can’t hold back much longer. All I can do is open my mouth and scream.

  I grab the pillow and shove it against my face as I come, mostly to smother the noise but also to hide the rouge taking over my face as I feel the deluge erupt from my slit. I’ve only been with one man that’s ever made me squirt on command and that’s Graham fucking Botsford.

  Some things never do change.

  Graham doesn’t stop. He holds his hand in place, gently stroking my inner wall as his tongue playfully teases me. My body slowly descends from climax and I catch my breath but I still can’t form the words to tell him what I want.

  I slide the pillow off my face. “To—ler,” I mumble as I reach down to slap his forehead again.

  Graham laughs and pulls away, gently taking his perfect fingers and tongue with him. He stands up and makes his way to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel off the rack just like I asked for. Or mumbled incoherently for.

  Either way, good boy.

  I lift up and Graham folds the towel beneath me to soak up the mess that hasn’t bled through to the mattress. Yep. Housekeeping is definitely going to hate us but it was fucking worth it.

  I lie back and look up at Graham. He lingers near the edge of the bed, his gaze purposefully following the line of my body from my head to my toes.

  “What?” I ask, finally finding English.

  He licks his lips and smiles. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

  I chuckle as my own gaze slips downward to his rock-hard erection tenting his pants. I sit up, extending my hand toward his open belt. “Come here,” I say, tugging on him playfully.

  He digs his heels in and points at his face. “Me?”

  “Yes, you.”

  “What could you possibly want with little, old me?”

  I pull harder, forcing him closer and he laughs as I slide my hand into his zipper again. “You know what,” I whisper.

  “Oh, no no no.” Graham snatches my chin, forcing me to look up. “I’m afraid I’m going to need to hear it,” he says with sinister eyes. “And do feel free to be as... descriptive as possible.”

  He runs his thumb along my bottom lip and my tongue erupts with saliva.

  I place my open palm along the firm bulge of his briefs. “As a sincere thank you,” I say, looking up at him, “for making me come... I’m going to stick your penis in my mouth.”

  He bites his lip. “Go on...”

  “I’m going to suck you... until you either shoot down my throat... or you stop me so you can fuck me instead.”

  His lips purse as I pull his pants down to his ankles. His cock stands on end, finally free from tight confinement, and my tongue twitches at the sight of his pre-cum along his tip.

  Graham rests a hand on my cheek. I look up at him as he wraps my hair around his fingers.

  “Why not both?” he asks, squeezing hard.

  I smile. “If you can keep up...”

  He gives my ponytail a light tug and I laugh. “Jenny...” he whispers, “I think you’re the one that should be worried about keeping up with me. Especially if you plan on walking at all over the next few days.”

  I grip the base of his cock with my index finger and he sucks in a breath. My heart flutters at the desire on his face; just how easy it was to get a reaction out of him. It’s almost as if I never forgot how to play him. And he never forgot how to play me.

  I lick my lips. “Challenge accepted,” I say as I open my mouth.

  Eight

  Jen

  Graham takes in a sharp inhale as my tongue grazes his crown.

  I target the underside of his stiff cock, swirling along the smooth crevice as my words disappear all over again. For now, my tongue isn’t for talking at all.

  It’s for pleasuring him for as long as he pleases.

  “Fuck,” he whispers, his fingers stiff around my hair. “You little tease...”

  I peek up at him, flitting my eyes with femininity as I wrap my lips around him and suck as hard as I can. He jolts in surprise and laughs as he leans back, enjoying every microsecond of it.

  I bob my head, settling into a slow, smooth rhythm along his cock. His breath quickens. His eyes lock on me. His teeth pinch his bottom lip and my body starts throbbing all over again, begging for his touch, but there will be plenty of touching after I’m through with him.

  His grip on my hair loosens and my locks tumble over my cheeks as he slowly strokes the side of my neck. “Jenny...” he growls, low and wild. “I’ve missed this.”

  I moan from the depths of my gut. Now, with his hands on me and his taste on my tongue, I realize how much I missed this, too. Every good moment that passes takes another bad moment with it. Soon, any horrible thought I have about him will be gone and I can’t tell if that excites or terr
ifies me.

  Graham touches my shoulder and eases me back. “Jenny?” he asks.

  I slide his shaft out of my mouth and look up. “Hmm?” I wipe my lip. “Sorry, did I bite you?”

  He chuckles. “No. I just wanted to look at you,” he says.

  I settle back, taking the moment to catch my breath as he stares. And stares. And stares.

  “Okay, you’re just freaking me out now,” I say, my cheeks pinking.

  Graham smiles and shifts to sit down on the edge of the bed beside me. “Come here.”

  He cups my face and kisses me, soothing my numb mouth while my tongue thirsts for more of him.

  “Now, finish me off,” he whispers. He kisses me again, this time deeper and full of lust. “Then, I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Whatever I want?” I repeat.

  “Tell me how you want it,” he says, our mouths grazing. “I’m more than a little curious... how kinky you are these days.”

  I laugh as I lower down to my knees. “I think you’ll be disappointed.”

  He pulls me back up. “Never.”

  We kiss again, our bodies throbbing for each other. I unlock our lips and bend down, gripping his cock and guiding it into my mouth again.

  Graham groans in pleasure and rests his hand on the bed to steady himself while the other resumes that delicious stroke along my neck. He shifts his left knee, sliding it between my legs and the top of his foot grazes my crotch.

  “Just like that,” he says. “Fuck, Jenny...”

  I take him in deeper and he tenses as blood rushes through his cock. If I keep this up, he’ll be done quickly. If he keeps grazing my clit with his foot like that, I will be, too.

  I work his tip with my tongue, pinching my lips tightly around him. He twitches beneath me as I touch his chest, happily grazing my fingers along his taut abs.

  Every sense and nerve in my body screams for Graham. Graham. Graham. His rolling touch on my neck sparks my skin, firing down my spine toward my throbbing core as he puts more pressure on my clit with his foot. My hips move, gently grinding on their own while I moan around his firm, thrusting cock.

  “Good girl...” he growls.

  He locks his foot in place, letting me take control of my pleasure along with his. I mewl on his leg as his fingers tap the edge of my ear.

  “I’m gonna come,” he whispers. “Are you ready? I won’t go until you do...”

  I moan loudly to answer as pleasure spurs through my gut. His gentle touch turns firm as I quicken my pace, sucking and grinding and bumping and licking—

  He hisses. “Fuck—”

  I grab his other hand, digging my nails in as orgasm crushes me. I come hard as he does, my thighs shaking around his leg as his cum coats my tongue.

  Graham holds my hand tighter, grunting and breathing hard as he leans back on his elbow. I slide him out, closing my mouth to savor every drop before I swallow. I expect his cock to soften but he remains firm, just barely falling from his rigid, ready state.

  I wipe my lips. “Whoa,” I say, my body still buzzing from climax.

  Graham chuckles. “That was so fucking hot, Jenny,” he says.

  Before I can respond, Graham scoops me up and twists us around, dropping me on the mattress where I belong. He grips my dress in his fists and yanks it down, dragging it off and tossing it to the floor. I lie still, naked and buzzing in nothing but skin.

  Graham stares, his eyes rolling down my curves and up again. Without a word, he climbs onto the bed and starts at my ankles, leaving a trail of kisses up my leg to my lap. I quiver as his mouth pecks my thighs and belly, teasing my wetness all over again as he towers over me.

  As soon as he’s close, I cup his face and pull him to my lips. My knees spread on their own, allowing our bodies to fit together as close as possible. His cock digs into my hip, growing hard all over again.

  Suddenly, he turns his head. “Shit,” he says sharply.

  I pause. “What?”

  “I don’t have condoms.” His eyes bleed with regret. “Are you on the pill? Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

  “I’m not on the pill,” I say.

  He clenches his jaw. “Fuck.” He pushes up on his arms. “I’ll run across the street and get some. Stay in this position. Don’t put anything on…”

  I point at my suitcase. “Or you can just grab the box I brought with me. Her pleasures; front pocket.”

  Graham blinks. “You brought your own condom stash?”

  “You didn’t?” I ask, eying his suitcase by the door.

  “No, this was supposed to be a work trip,” he says.

  I sit up on my elbows. “I packed for a wedding in Vegas. Of course, I brought condoms.”

  His head tilts in respect as he slides off the bed. “You are so fucking hot.”

  I chuckle, leaning back to watch his beautiful, bare ass as he walks over to my suitcase.

  “Front pocket?” he repeats.

  “Yes, sir,” I answer, still admiring his naked form.

  He unzips the pocket and reaches inside for the box. He wastes no time ripping it open and tearing off a condom — two condoms — three condoms. Four?

  I laugh. “Feeling optimistic?” I tease.

  Graham walks back over, his stiff, throbbing cock leading the way. “Taking it slow, actually,” he says as he tosses the condoms onto the bed beside me.

  I snatch one of them and rip it open as he comes closer, his fist loosely stroking his rock-hard shaft. “Is that so…?” I ask.

  His hand falls away and I roll the condom on him. As soon as it’s on, he grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed above my head.

  “Yes, Jenny,” he says, that sweet growl taking over his throat. “You better get comfortable. You’re going to be here a while.”

  I tremble beneath him, my core twisting with greed. Graham slides me back to the pillows, giving himself enough room to balance over me. His knee nudges between mine, forcing my willing thighs apart. I look down, biting my lip as his cock grazes my slit, inching closer and closer to where I so desperately want him.

  He notices and reaches down to grip his shaft. “You like that?” he asks, firmly nudging his tip along my clit.

  I inhale sharply. “Yes,” I breathe.

  Pleasure hits me harder with every sweet poke. I tremble with anticipation of feeling his thickness finally fill me again.

  He kisses the edge of my mouth, soft and slow. “You want it,” he says, a smiling crawling up his cheek. “You want it bad…”

  I nod, unable to speak as he crushes his lips on mine. I mewl beneath him, my senses exploding with every little touch and graze of his body as my heart pounds a name in my ears.

  G-graham. G-graham. G-graham.

  His lips curl as he continues rubbing his cock on my clit. “You feel that?” he asks, his breath as warm as the heat between us. “I’m so fucking hard for you…”

  Pleasure ripples throughout my body. “Don’t stop, Graham…”

  “I’m not gonna stop,” he says. “Not until you come on this dick, Jenny.” He kisses me again, firm and warm, while I moan into his mouth. “That’s a good girl…”

  His soothing growl takes hold of me all over again. My muscles ache, too tense from the constant, wonderful spasms throughout my entire body. But I don’t care. I haven’t felt this loved in so long; so desired and wanted. So taken and dominated.

  Just one night, we said. Well, it’s definitely going to be one I remember.

  My body twitches on the brink of orgasm. My breath quickens and my tensions mount. Just a few more seconds of his cock on my clit and I’ll—

  Graham pulls away, halting my pleasure with a damn smile on his face.

  “Graham,” I gasp, biting my lip. “Don’t stop—”

  He slides his tip inside me and my words disappear. Inch after inch he fills me, moving purposefully slow to make sure I feel all of him. A rush of warmth blooms across my flesh. I can’t move or think or focus on anything but his t
hick shaft owning me.

  “Fuck, Jenny,” he grunts. He slides out halfway before thrusting right back in. “You feel even better than before.”

  Graham kisses me again, hard and fast, as he grinds his hips against me. The headboard playfully smacks the wall above my head but the threat of a noise complaint never stopped him before.

  I purposefully flex my inner muscles to squeeze his shaft. Graham lets out a guttural groan and pauses his thrust as a deep fire crosses his face.

  “Jenny…” he says, “you’re perfect.”

  I smile and cup his face, holding him still while I give him another hard kiss. “Turn over,” I say.

  Graham’s lips twitch and he obeys, quickly rolling onto his back. I straddle him and sit on his cock, reaching down to guide him right back inside where he belongs.

  He lays his hands on his hips and thrusts upward, penetrating me as deep as he can.

  I touch his chest. “Don’t move,” I say, fixing into position.

  Graham’s brow furrows but only for a second before I begin a slow, smooth buck of my hips. I don’t blame him for his surprise. Girl-on-top was never my strongest talent. I was too shy and too self-conscious and too inexperienced as a young girl of nineteen but now… I’m a grown ass woman.

  And I know what gets me off.

  I lean forward, planting my palms on his thick chest. Graham keeps his on my hips, occasionally sneaking an upward feel of my breasts and body, which I encourage with a moan as I grind his cock along my inner walls.

  “So… fucking… perfect,” Graham says, his eyes wide and proud.

  I laugh and moan as aching pleasure builds in me. Riding him, watching his eyes as he watches me. Fuck, just feeling his hands on me is enough to drive me completely crazy. Feeling his hands on me while I grind on his manhood, well…

  Words cannot express.

  I lean forward a little more to heighten the pressure of his abs against my clit. Thunder instantly shakes my body, triggering a point of no return that I wouldn’t dare retreat from anyway.