by Mia Ford
“Picking up Hailey?”
“Yep,” he said. “Picking up Bea?”
“Sure am.” I laughed.
“This is going to be epic,” he said with a straight face.
“I believe you may be right,” I replied, patting him on the back as the doors opened to the fifth floor.
We walked out and up to the room, pushing the cracked door open and peeking inside. Both of their rooms were shut, and the living room was empty, so we strolled inside, looking around. Brian walked over to the bar and sat down the bottle of champagne that he brought. I nodded at him and grabbed the glasses over the wet bar and walked them to him. He popped open the champagne and filled the four glasses with bubbly.
“Ladies,” I said. “We are here.”
“Coming,” Hailey yelled.
I looked over at Bea’s door as the doorknob turned, and it began to creak open. Slowly, she stepped out, taking my breath away. Her hair was down, cascading in big curls over her shoulders and down her back. Her makeup was dark and striking, making her green eyes stand out more than normal. Her lips were painted with a dark red, matte lipstick, and I couldn’t help but want to immediately kiss her lips. My eyes trailed down her body to the spaghetti strap, silver-sequined dress that draped sensually over her breasts and her curves, stopping when it hit the floor. She blushed at my reaction and smiled over as Hailey walked out of the room, looking amazing as well.
“We are going to make some men jealous tonight,” I said, looking at Brian.
“Yes, we are,” he said, laughing.
We all drank a small glass of champagne and then headed down to the party. We started with a plated dinner, and then moved on to dancing and drinking the night away. We all got amazing little New Year’s Eve hats, and I had to admit that even though I probably looked damn stupid in mine, Bea looked really sexy in that silver-sequined top hat that matched her dress. While Hailey and Brian disappeared, deciding to spend the rest of their night in the suite he rented for the night, Bea and I stayed downstairs with the crowd, smiling and laughing as we danced closely together under the neon strobe lights and falling confetti. I couldn’t remember a time where I had more fun with a woman, and I didn’t want the night to end. She looked absolutely radiant in her dress, although my mind wandered from time to time, thinking about getting her out of that dress and into my arms.
We were having so much fun that I hadn’t even realized how late into the evening it was getting until the projections started and showed the New York City ball getting ready for countdown. Although being around all of these people was fun and exciting, I really wanted to have that moment where we shifted from one year to the next, alone with Bea. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, taking her champagne from her hands.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing my coat, and putting it around her shoulders. “I have a better place in mind for ringing in the New Year.”
She smiled at me and pulled the coat around her shoulders, holding it tightly in front of her. I took her hand and led her from the event room and across the marble floors of the lobby. When we reached the doors, I held them open, stepping out into the cold and snow. I walked up next to her and scooped her into my arms, cradling her as I took the semi-shoveled path around to the courtyard where I had watched her laughing and smiling the first day she got there. Who knew that we would have come this far, that we would be wrapped around each other on this beautiful New Year’s Eve? She smiled and giggled as I held her close, turning toward the slopes where I knew the resort would be shooting off fireworks. We could hear the people on the inside, coupled with the people out in the yard, counting down to the New Year. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Happy New Year,” I said.
She turned her head to me as the first blasts of fireworks shot up into the air, coloring the snow in blues and purples all around us. She looked absolutely gorgeous under the sparkling lights, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against hers. I could feel fireworks of my own going off in my chest as our warm mouths pressed against each other. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, letting me kiss her deeper and more passionately. My hands gripped tightly to her sides as my tongue moved across her crimson lips, her breath increasing with every stroke. Her lips opened to mine, and heat took over as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both out of breath, our lips curling up into smiles and laughter echoing from our chests. We looked back up at the fireworks and neon lights streaming down the slopes, the sounds of cheers and parties flowing through the air. I had never viewed New Year’s Eve quite like I was at that moment with Bea in my arms. She was everything pure and sweet about my life at that time, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to ring in the New Year.
I carried her back to the front of the building and laid her gently back down on her feet. A crowd of people came out of the doors, laughing and smiling as they passed, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. I thought about asking her if she wanted to go back to the party, but I already knew the answer, and mine was exactly the same. Before I could speak, she reached out her hand and pulled me close.
“Come with me,” she whispered, just inches from my lips.
I could feel my cock twitch in my pants, and electricity shot through my chest. All I could do was nod my head, agreeing to follow her anywhere she wanted to lead. We walked back into the resort and over to the elevators, smiling as people exited. We climbed inside and stood to the right, letting the others join us as well. Slowly, the elevator moved upward while we stood close together, tightly clutching each other’s hand. When the elevator reached the fifth floor, we smiled at the others and exited, walking to the door and waiting for Bea to get her key card out. When we entered, I shut the door behind us and watched as Bea moved gracefully into the living room, turning on the gas fireplace in her room and the living room. She took my coat from her shoulders and hung it on the hooks, turning around and smiling sweetly at me.
I walked carefully across the room and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. She smiled again and pulled off her heels, setting them by the fireplace and grabbing the blanket from the chair. We sat down on the couch and watched the flames begin to build behind the glass front of the fireplace. The shadows of the flames danced across the room as the fireworks exploded outside. I pulled her in close to me, wrapping my arm around her and leaning back, undoing the bow tie around my neck. Bea rubbed her hand up and down my chest, pressing her fingertips in as she moved. The tension between us was palpable, and I could barely control the erection growing in my pants as I glanced down at her barely-covered breasts.
She swung her legs up and over my lap, the slit in her dress falling to the side, revealing her leg all the way up to her thigh. I pulled one hand up on her knee and the other to her face, pulling her in for another kiss. This time, I could feel the passion and lust behind her lips, and it pushed heat through my entire body. I leaned forward, kissing her deeper and deeper, slowly moving my hand up her quivering thigh and to the edge of her dress. She breathed heavily into my mouth, pulling her hands up to the buttons on my shirt and slowly pulling them through the holes. Her fingertips moved over my bare skin, sending butterflies shooting through my stomach.
I reached forward and pulled her fully in my lap, pushing her dress up to the slit and around her waist. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed her body across my rock-solid cock. I groaned, grabbing her waist and thrusting my hips upward, watching her as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the straps on her gown and pulled them down her arms. Her dress fell down around her waist, and her breasts bounced slightly from the movement. They were perky, firm, and big, and I leaned forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth. I couldn’t take much more. I needed to get her naked, to taste her body on my lips.
I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, scooti
ng forward on the couch and standing up, wrapping her legs around my waist and walking toward her bedroom. Once inside, I kicked the door closed behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed, groaning as she began to grind her hips along my restrained shaft. I pushed my cock upward as she slid along it, our motions matching and becoming more and more heated by the second. I could feel the heat between her legs, and I knew that I needed to know what it felt like to be deep inside of her, to hear her scream out in pleasure, and to feel her juices as she came.
I wanted to know every part of her before the night was over.
Chapter 18
Bea
Everything about the feeling of Cameron’s hands on my body felt right. Every swish of his tongue against my breast, every stroke of his strong, rough hands, and every thrust of his hips against my wet mound. He sat us down on the edge of the bed, and I ran my fingers up the back of his neck, tilting my head and kissing him passionately. The feeling of his tongue lapping through my mouth, the taste of whiskey on his breath, and the feeling of his heated breath in my throat turned me on more than anything else had my entire life. I felt like I couldn’t be close enough to him, like my aching wouldn’t stop until he was deep inside of me, filling me to the brim with his cock. From the feeling between my legs, my dream had been accurate, and his shaft was long and thick. My pussy was basically drooling to get him inside of it, but I had to hold out, not wanting this to be a short encounter, especially since I planned on it being the only one.
I leaned back and pulled his shirt and bow tie off of him, tossing them to the floor and then running my hands over his bulging muscles. As my fingers gripped down into his biceps, I moved my hips like a wave, sliding my pussy up and down his clothed shaft. My black satin panties were sopping wet, and I sat up slightly on my knees, undoing his belt and zipper.
“Take them off,” I whispered.
He raised his body up and pulled his pants down to his ankles, followed by his boxers. I lifted his big, hard cock upward toward his stomach and slowly lowered myself, straddling the shaft with my wet mound. He groaned, reaching around, grabbing my dress, and pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side. I ground up and down his shaft, not yet letting it enter inside of me. He bit his lips and grabbed my breasts, massaging them tightly, and I moved over him, dry humping him with my silk panties and deep, lustful stare. I wanted him to want me so badly that he couldn’t stand it. I wanted his tattooed arms to put me in my place, to throw me down and take me hard and long. To do that, I needed to tease him, to build him up so much that he couldn’t behave himself any longer. I wanted to push the animal inside of him out, ravaging my body and allowing me to reach new heights.
I grabbed onto the hair at the back of his head and yanked it backward, exposing his neck. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from his chest up to his chin and then across his lips. He smiled coyly as I attempted to take control, knowing there was no way he was having that, at all. He held me around the waist and stood up, stepping out of his pants and turning around. He tossed me on the bed, smiling as I bounced up and down, giggling to myself. I watched as he took off his shoes and socks and leaned forward, pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them on the floor. I scooted up the bed until my head was on the pillow and leaned back, watching him crawl toward me, licking his lips. I spread my legs apart, opening up for him and his cock, but he stopped short and lowered himself down on the bed.
His face collapsed into my pulsing mound, his tongue reaching out and running through my juices and up to my clit. I moaned out, grabbing onto the bed beside me, feeling the warmth of his breath on my pussy. He reached up and spread my folds apart, moving up and down while his other hand slid up my thigh and flickered through my juices. My body moved against his face as he slid two fingers up and deep inside of me. I reached down and grabbed the top of his head, moving my hips in rhythm with his mouth. I could feel the deep-down urge building inside of my stomach, and I breathed deeply, trying to control it. The tips of his fingers flicked wildly inside of me, pushing me into a frenzy of sweat and screams. He pushed down on my hips, forcing me still while his mouth opened wider and he focused in on my clit, sucking and nibbling as my thighs began to shake at his sides.
My body had never felt something so amazing, and it betrayed me at every move. I could feel the heat begin to ignite in my stomach, and I grasped down again on the bed. His fingers moved faster at my reaction, and I could feel his tongue flicking double time against my nub. Just as his hands picked up speed, my back arched high, and my head dug into the bed. An explosion erupted inside of me, and I screamed out, clamping my thighs around his face and digging my heels into the mattress. I tried to scream out, just like my dream, but the air was caught in my lungs while the passion flew through every part of my body. As the feeling began to dissipate, the air came out, along with a high-pitched whimper. My body relaxed back into the bed, and Cameron sat up, a happy look on his face.
Immediately, I sat up, pushing him backward and smirking as he pulled his legs out from underneath him and watched me ready myself to return the favor. I dipped my head down and grabbed onto his shaft with my hand, running my tongue along the length of his erection. He growled out, feeling my mouth wrap around the tip of his cock and move slowly down as far as I could go.
I gripped the bottom his shaft and began to bob my head up and down, moving deeper and deeper each time. He moaned, rubbing his hand over my head and looking down at me as my eyes darted up, meeting his. I could feel the saliva drip down his cock and into my hand. My other hand came up to massage his balls. Getting momentum and opening my throat, I pulled my hand back and deep-throated him, stopping for a moment and allowing my throat to contract on his shaft.
Suddenly, he pulled at my head, bringing my face up and pulling me forward until my face met his. I pulled my legs around him and straddled him, reaching down and pulling his cock upward. Slowly, I lowered myself down, gasping as his huge cock pushed deep inside of my body. I could feel his shaft pulsating inside of me, and I knew with all the foreplay, it wouldn’t be long. I yearned to feel him come, to hear his voice breaking underneath of me.
I put my hands behind me on his thighs and leaned back, swirling my hips in a wave-like motion, moaning loudly at the feeling of him moving in and out. He reached up and rubbed my clit with his thumb, running his eyes over my entire body.
I pulled myself upright and began to bounce up and down, pulling his shaft almost all the way out of me and then pushing back down, deep and hard. He growled, grabbing onto my hips and thrusting his upward to meet mine. I reached up and grabbed my bouncing tits, squeezing them in my palms as the heat once again returned to my belly. He grabbed my arms and pulled me over, kissing me passionately as he continued to thrust in and out of my body. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled, using his strong arms to lay me gently beneath him while not breaking the motion of his hips. He reached down and hooked my legs over his arms and began to push hard and deep, our skin slapping against each other and echoing through the room.
I closed my eyes, my breath getting heavy and screamed out, reaching up and digging my hands into his shoulders. As his hips collided with mine, his stomach rolling against my clit, I threw my head back and arched my chest, exploding once again in pure ecstasy. My warm juices trickled down his shaft as my pussy pulsed against him. He growled and thrust himself deep and hard, leaning over me and closing his eyes as he, too, crumpled under the weight of his orgasm. All of the muscles in his body were tense, and his chin was clamped shut as he came hard and long. Once his muscles began to relax, he let out a long breath, looking me deep in my eyes. I leaned up and kissed his mouth, placing my hand on his chest and feeling his heart beating wildly over top of me.
He pulled out and fell to the side, sliding under the covers and sighing deeply. He turned over on his back, and as I turned toward him, he pulled me over onto him. I laid my head on his chest and listened as he began to calm.
“That was amazing,” he w
hispered.
“You are welcome,” I said with a snarky smile.
“Nice.” He laughed. “Even after all that, no one can take your away sarcasm. I love that.”
“You can take the girl out of her surroundings, but you can never take the sarcasm out of the girl,” I said, laughing. “Okay, that didn’t quite work like I wanted it to.”
“No, but good try.” He chuckled.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
“If you want me to,” he said, raising his head.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” I replied, sitting up and turning over on my side, pulling him with me.
I reached up and turned off the side lamp, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. It was calming and serene, and the feeling of Cameron breathing behind me felt so amazing. I hadn’t ever felt that kind of comfort from Grant, or anyone else for that matter. I shook the thought from my head, remembering exactly what was supposed to happen after this. I knew that most of the comfort and excitement came from the fact that everything was temporary. There was no stress of a relationship or wondering what would come next. It was just what it was. I knew that I was never going to see Cameron again after that night.
I pulled his arms tightly around my body, feeling the warmth he provided and tracing the outlines of the tattoos on his arms. He smelled and felt so good that I was starting to have a hard time keeping myself from wanting something in the future. I took in a deep breath and thought about the conversation that Hailey and I had just a couple of weeks before. I had to convince myself that it was for the best that I was left a memory in Cameron’s mind. He was a traveler, a man with no ties to anything, and I knew it ran through him like blood. I knew that if we even tried to have something, it wouldn’t last, and I would rather be remembered just like this than in the end of a nasty breakup.