He’s happy to inform her and leans in a little too close, showing her his favorite drink on the menu.
“If you like wine, this is our menu. I would recommend the vintage Pinot Noir,” he says, not taking his eyes off of her.
“Great, we’ll have two glasses of that,” I say, trying to take charge of the situation.
I definitely don’t need some waiter trying to spoil my evening with Meg. The fact that I feel like this is disrupting me enough.
“So,” she says, leaning into me. “Tell me more about yourself. I know you went to an Ivy League school, but beyond that, we haven’t had a chance to talk very much.”
I smile at her, “Well, there’s not much to say. I’m an engineer, developing new space engine technology. I’ve traveled a lot around the world, and I love to climb mountains.”
“Really?” she says, looking interested. “What’s your favorite place you’ve travel to?”
“Hands down, New Zealand. It’s the best hiking place in the world. The paths are perfectly maintained through lush forest and there’s a real sense of outdoor culture there.”
“I’ve always wanted to go there,” she replies.
“Well, I can take you some time.”
She blushes and I enjoy watching the crimson flush on her face.
The waiter arrives with our wine. He has the good sense enough to bring an entire bottle. I order some of their best appetizers, and Meg and I settle into an evening of getting to know each other.
She tells me about her childhood and her upbringing. She tells me about her time at Dartmouth College. And then she lets me know that she’s been in a relationship with someone who’s not so great.
Again, anger and fury flow through my veins at the thought of her being with another man and of him mistreating her in any way, but I listen. If Meg was mine, I’d put her on a pedestal and make sure she knew how valuable she is. Then, I’d fuck her into oblivion on a daily basis so that’d she’d never forget the feeling of me inside of her.
As I listen to her talking about her life, I become more aware of the fact that Meg has many layers. She’s more than just a pretty face. She’s an intellectual being who has a lot of fascinating details to share about her life.
It sounds to me like the boyfriend is pretty much out of the picture, but I feel like I could kill him for not being perfect to Meg. She deserves only the best.
We drink and talk and the evening goes by in a flash. I lean in to kiss her, and she returns the affection.
Then I say, “Do you want to go upstairs and make use of the room that I’ve arranged? It will be very worth your while.”
Her eyes darken with a certain amount of wildness I’ve never seen before, and I can tell she’s ready to experience all of me.
She nods her head and doesn’t say anything, but I take that as my cue. I grab her hand and beckon her to follow me.
We walk through the restaurant and the lounge, through the beautifully maintained lobby, into the elevator.
Once inside, I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply. This is just the beginning of our night, and I plan on making it memorable.
Chapter 24
Meg
Finally, I’m with Matt.
I’ve wanted him since the day I arrived at the mansion, and now he’s all mine.
My heart flutters just thinking of what will happen.
He makes me nervous. A good nervous, but nervous all the same.
I don’t know how all of this will go, or what I’m supposed to expect, but I don’t care. Well, I do. But I’m not afraid, and I don’t have any reason to hesitate.
The elevator doors shut and we have a long ride to the top.
Matt pushes me gently against the elevator wall and presses his body into mine. His tall stature, his cologne rolling aromatically from his body, and his flawless style and grooming leave me so hot and bothered at the very sight of him. There’s no denying he’s a gorgeous man, but he and his brothers all are damn beautiful.
He raises his hands slowly and rests them along the outside of my neck. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. I can’t lie, I’m full of adrenaline. The sheer and total excitement I experience by this man’s touch alone is enough to send me into cardiac arrest.
He pushes his hands down against my skin, massaging my shoulders to help loosen me up, to help me let go. He can sense my nerves, my tension, and is doing a fine job helping me forget.
“Take a deep breath,” Matt insists, wrapping me in his embrace.
I do as he requests. If he’s anything like his brothers, he’ll appreciate that, and I’m all for pleasing him.
He’s so attentive and has given me so much to connect with him on. I have a hard time holding back right now. I’m hesitant, and yet so very eager.
“I...I know what might loosen me up,” I suggest playfully and wink at him, shifting the focus of the night from my nerves to what we both want to happen.
“And what is that, love?” he asks.
He knows, he just wants me to say it.
He wants me to admit to him and myself that I want him.
My chest is heavy and my stomach is full of fluttering. Just as I start to feel a rush, Matt pulls my body tight against his own. He wraps a hand behind my head and curls his fingers against the base of my skull and forces my face close to his.
The numbers start to light up as we inch closer to our floor, but he doesn’t seem concerned.
He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breath linger together in front of our faces. I fight every urge I have to steal a kiss from him right then. Honestly, it’s harder than I thought it could be.
Everything about him is hard to resist.
“I want you, Matt. I’ve wanted you forever,” I admit. “Let’s get to know each other even more,” I suggest.
I’m feeling a little more ballsy than usual and I’m having a bit of fun just...teasing him.
I look up to Matt’s eyes and can trace a sense of approval in them. I smile at him and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together and holding our kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me. I feel like I’m flying.
At last, I can taste him. His hot lips press against my own and I swear I might come just from the embrace.
I snap back to reality when Matt pulls his lips away from mine, and our silence is broken.
“On your knees,” he bellows.
His tone is like nothing I’ve ever heard from him.
I don’t really even know how to respond, other than to do exactly what he wants.
“Right here? In the elevator?” I ask, thinking my teasing might’ve backfired.
Before I know it, I’m down on my knees and praying that no one comes in. His bulge is full in his trousers, leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination. I salivate and stare hungrily at his constrained cock.
I wait patiently for him to make a move. I want to rip his cock out right there and swallow it down my throat and hear him moan for me. But I know better.
Matt unbuckles and unzips his pants. The anticipation of watching that zipper go down is enough to drive me wild. A cock I’ve never seen before, a cock I’ve been aching to suck...it gets me so worked up just thinking about it. I’m more aroused than I could ever imagine.
He moves his hands to his hips. I take his cock out and just stare at it for a moment. It’s big. It’s wide. And it’s gonna be the death of me, I can tell. I knew he’d be packing, but this is insane.
Fully exposed in front of me—and at full attention—is Matt’s long, thick cock. I lose all of my control and do what I’ve been craving. I suck the tip, milking it with my mouth, and then I go to town along his shaft. It’s too big to take all at once, but that doesn’t mean I don’t try.
“Mmmm. Holy shit, girl,” I hear Matt moan in approval. “Get it nice and slick.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I’m watching the numbers. The elevator is ascending, but I keep going.
; I lick his cock up and down, coating it with my spit. Matt rests his hand on the back of my head.
His touch is so different from the other brothers I’ve spent quality time with. It's less...forceful, I notice. As I analyze his hand placement, I also continue to suck and spit onto his cock. I bob my head back and forth over it and and bask in the taste of his skin.
It’s all happening so quickly...yet so very slow.
The feeling of his cock sliding in and out against my lips has me worked up. I part my legs to stabilize myself, and as I suck his cock I start humping the air, trying to get any and all friction from my panties to graze against my clit.
Being here all night with him, picking up on his sexy comments over dinner, just fantasizing about this in my mind all night, and it’s all coming to fruition.
Matt is pleased with me and my advances. His fingers scratch my scalp gently and I feel like a little pet being rewarded with affection.
“Stand up,” Matt orders, zipping his pants and putting away that fucking perfect cock.
His words echo through me. I get my feet under me and raise myself back up.
Then he slings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Fuck.
And just then, as I’m draped over his arm, the elevator pings.
The doors open to an empty hallway and I sigh a breath of relief.
He leads me to the hotel suite and I’m aching for more. I know he’ll deliver.
I feel like I’m his possession for the night and that makes me quake. My fantasies collide with reality.
It’s too good to be true, isn’t it?
My heart is racing. I’m so on edge with anticipation.
He takes me into the suite and everything’s perfect—glamorous, even. He throws me up against the wall and continues his efforts.
“Arch your back,” he growls against my neck. “And turn around.”
His cock is hard, straining against his pants and I’m dying to unleash it.
I stare at him deeply in the eyes and the emotion behind it takes me off guard. He’s too intense. I turn away first, facing the wall like he said.
I push my breasts up against the elegant wallpaper and try to control my breathing. I arch my back like a good girl, and soon Matt grabs my tits from behind with his large hands. He caresses them gently, and slowly becomes more forceful.
I really love when I’m manhandled. The primal feeling of it all really turns me on, and boy is that the case here. My pussy’s wet and I’m dying for some attention down there.
His cock is hard-pressed against my ass and I wish he’d just tear through the seam of my dress and take me right here.
“Do you feel it baby?” he whispers harshly into my ear.
“Yes,” I pant, still up against the wall.
His cock is hard against my ass and it’s igniting all kinds of deep-rooted fantasies and feelings within me.
Fuck, I need his cock.
After cupping and massaging my breasts, Matt pulls my straps down to my dress. My breasts pop out as my dress falls to my torso.
I can tell he wants to taste them.
He spins me around and sucks my tits like it’s his deepest craving. I moan and sigh, unable to keep up with the building rush of emotions.
He traces my areolas and gently flicks up at my nipples. Before I know it, he’s pinching and biting them.
It’s gentle at first, but becomes much more pressured and an entirely different sensation takes over. I moan and fall forward slightly, unexpectedly, as my knees become weak.
Matt smirks at me. I ease my head back and smile at him playfully. He brings me against the bed and bends me over as he searches the room for something in particular. I’m not sure what, but he’s definitely on a mission.
“Hm,” he admits. I hear him slide his belt from the loops of his pants. “This will do,” he says, snapping the leather against itself.
He places it down next to me, and brings his arms around my waist, embracing me to reassure me. I lean into the bed and stare at the belt. I feel scared of what he might do, but oddly excited. Fears mixes with adrenaline and I’m not sure what it is I desire anymore.
He sensually grasps my breasts again before taking the belt and running it along my bare-skinned back. The feeling of the leather is intimidating, but thrilling.
I think I love it. I fucking love it.
I can take whatever he has. Instinctively, I know he won’t he push me too far...right?
I’m ready for more, even. I feel drunk on the endorphins now coursing through my body. Matt gives a gentle slap of the leather against my ass. I writhe in pleasure. I’m so fucking wet and I need him to do that again, but this time to my bare ass.
He takes a step back from me. He sees me squirming and shifting my hips around and picks up on my incredible arousal. I peer back and can see his darkened eyes on me. Again, I turn away, unable to meet him in the eyes. His cock is rock hard and throbbing for me against his pants.
I want it.
He moves towards me and whispers in my ear, with warm breath rolling onto my bare neck, “You’re mine tonight.”
I’m so worked up that I don’t even know what to say or do to respond. I can just feel my pussy lips aching and my clit throbbing without even having been touched. Everything is heightened.
Matt wraps his arms around my narrow waist and lifts me up. He holds me in his arms for a moment and just looks at me, intently, and with lust.
He places me down on the soft duvet and I grip the bedding, trying to find a hold on something to bring me back down to earth.
A small part of me wants him to slap that belt against me and show me his true kinky side, but it’s too soon to know that’s not already in his cards.
He brings his hands between my closed legs, running his fingers just inside my inner thighs and grazing right above my clit. I roll my eyes, unable to control my ache and needing some way to express it. Matt’s teasing is too much, but just enough all at once.
I can’t get enough of him.
Chapter 25
Matt
Meg’s splayed on the bed before me, my little feast.
God, how I’ve been waiting for this moment.
My fingers slide deep between her legs and part them forcefully. With her legs open to either side, and with her butt cheeks showing off perfectly beneath her, I shove my face into her pussy.
She’s so fucking sweet, and her pussy is so wet, having waited all this while for my attention. Poor baby was missing out on me. And, holy fuck, am I ready to give it to her.
Her excitement comes exposed by her ragged breathing when my tongue meets her clit. She props herself up on her elbows and rests her body back against the king-sized bed.
Something about Meg is so different from the other women I’ve slept with.
She’s a breath of fresh air, and it’s so exhilarating. Opening up to her has been such a treat—and now I get to enjoy dessert. And this hotel room just might be my favorite place to fuck.
Especially like this, and especially with Meg. The Ritz went above and beyond getting this place together for the occasion.
There are rose petals thrown about, mood lighting with lots of candles, and chocolates and champagne in multiple spots throughout our room. It pays to have connections.
As my tongue laps at her pussy, my hands wander up and down her magnificent thighs. Her back arches, and she pushes her pussy further into my face as my fingers graze her skin.
After tracing the shape of her thighs, I push one finger against her tight little pussy, and without pause, slide it inside of her.
Meg quivers with pleasure. Just how I like it. I hook my finger in a curved position and grind it right against her soft, spongy G-spot as I make out with her pussy lips and clit.
I look up to get a glance of her face, and as I do, she throws her head back and wails as I suck on her little clit and finger her faster. I slide in another finger and start pounding my knuckles against her
pelvis.
The force of my movements are making Meg’s entire body shake and quiver against my hand involuntarily. I don’t relent. I know she’s close, and I would never turn back once she’s this far in.
I’m not that big of an asshole.
Her beautiful breasts begin bouncing up and down in sync with my hand’s rhythm, and her nipples are so prominent that they stand out to me, looking from below.
“Oh, Matt, fuck, I’m gonna come on your face. Please don’t make me hold it in any longer,” she begs.
Her words course through me, and my cock throbs hard in my pants. I tear my mouth from her clit.
“Come for me, baby. Do it.”
Promptly, before I even finish allowing her to release her sweet nectar all over my mouth, she floods cum out onto my fingers and against my hand and wrist. I pull my fingers out of her as she gushes, and my face sits right in the path of her cum, which squirts all over my fucking face.
I place my hands against her outer thighs and cup her ass and just hold on as she sprays her essence towards me, basking in its delicious taste, knowing her desire is literally written on my face.
Her hips gyrate as her cum spills everywhere against me. She’s moaning loud and expressively, even grabbing her breasts. It’s an amazing sight to have the pleasure to both witness and create.
As she descends from her climax, I bring my hands to her face and wipe my juices off my cheeks. I slide my fingers into Meg’s mouth, one by one, and require her to lick each of them clean before pulling them away.
“Good girl,” I tell her.
Her reaction to those words is so fucking cute. She fucking giggles.
I can tell she enjoys being the submissive one in bed, and when she begged me to let her come, damn. I knew for sure that this is going to be a perfect match.
And now I know what to do next.
She’s going to be having the hardest time going back to the mansion when I’m finished with her here. I might even be able to convince her to stay away—at least, that’s the hope.
“Thank you, Matthew,” she utters, using my full name without thought instead of my nickname.
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