by Jack Ellison
I picked Chloe up effortlessly and put her onto my shoulder, carrying her into the hotel in a fireman's carry. It was the only way I thought I could get her into the hotel without us fucking in the street or in the lobby.
Let’s at least get to the elevator.
Incredulous eyes were on me as I carried Chloe through the door and towards the elevator, her squeals of delight attracting attention and a few raised eyebrows. I didn’t give a fuck. I was enjoying myself tremendously.
Plus it drew everyone's attention away from my massive erection which was clearly visible through my suit pants.
There was an awkward exchange with the bellboy at the elevator, who didn’t know where to look.
“Top floor,” I said, hoping the elevator would hurry the fuck up.
Luckily, it did.
The bellboy sensibly decided not to follow us in. Neither did the other guests who’d arrived behind me.
The doors slid closed behind us, and I pressed the button for the top floor.
I was still holding Chloe over my shoulder. She started squirming. “You can put me down now,” she whispered in my ear.
“Whatever you say, Miss.” I grabbed her under her arms and lowered her onto my chest, holding her so her face was in front of mine. She draped her arms over my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my hips. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her close to me. Her dress had lifted, and I felt the warmth from her seeping through onto my cock.
I kissed her gently on the lips, and she kissed me back passionately. Her tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet as I returned the kiss, passion increasing as she grabbed the back of my neck, caressing me with her hand. I ground her onto me, slowly and rhythmically.
The smell of her was wonderful, a mixture of fresh sweat and the hormones that came with it, mixed with a musky perfume, and it was driving me wild. I was barely controlling the strong desire I had to rip her clothes off.
I heard the elevator ping behind me.
Still carrying her, our lips still locked, I carried her through the corridor and into her suite.
She took her face away from mine and stared at me, her big eyes locked onto mine. Her cheeks were flushed as she spoke.
“You’re so strong,” she said, her voice deep with lust. “I want you to fuck me, Axel. Now.”
I carried her over to a large ornate desk, and swept it clean with one strong brush of my arm. A few items clattered to the floor. I heard something smash. I didn’t give a fuck.
I placed her down on her butt onto the desk, and opened her legs with my strong hands. She groaned with pleasure.
I lifted her dress up over her hips, revealing her soaking wet, skimpy panties beneath. I could see the shape of her pussy clearly, swollen with arousal.
I lifted the dress further, and paused to grab her breasts through the dress. Even my big hands couldn't encompass them completely. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I squeezed her breasts together, feeling her hard nipples on my palm, and she groaned a second time.
She tugged at the dress herself, pulling it over her head. I watched as her plump breasts bounced slightly after being released by the confines of her clothing. They were by far the nicest breasts I’d seen, full and round. Pert, with big nipples hard with desire.
I grabbed them a second time, the feel of the soft flesh under my tough hands driving me into a sexual trance. Nothing else mattered.
I slid my hands down her side and hips, pausing to grab her ass, pushing her legs back as I pushed my cock into her again, teasing. She pushed back, and we ground against each other, rhythm increasing in pace, and we locked eyes.
Damn, she’s beautiful. All I want to do now is make her happy. The only way I know how.
I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs, my eyes still on hers. I peeled them down past her knees and stepped back to pull them off completely, flinging them over my shoulder.
She was completely naked, her legs open. Sitting on the desk, staring at me. My gaze wandered down her body to her pussy. It was swollen, and glistening with arousal. Chloe ran her hand down her stomach, pushing two fingers into herself. Her eyes half closed, she moaned my name.
I threw my suit off as quickly as I could, tearing the shirt off. I heard buttons and fabric rip as I threw the clothes to the floor and stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, hands shaking with anticipation.
“Let me,” she whispered, jumping off the desk and pushing my hands away. She got down onto her knees and looked up at me as she unfastened the belt. Then the zipper, and the button of my pants. I gasped with pleasure as she yanked them down in one deft movement.
My dick sprung up as it was released by my boxer shorts, inches from her face. She was still looking up at me.
“Wow, you’re a big boy,” she whispered huskily, leaning forward. “Luckily for you, I’ve got wide hips. And a big mouth.”
I groaned in pleasure as she took me in her mouth, gently rocking forward and backwards, her tongue circling the end of my cock.
I lost myself for a second, the waves of pleasure becoming all that mattered. I closed my eyes, put my hands gently on to the back of her head.
“Fuck, Chloe. You’re beautiful,” I groaned, looking down at her.
I gently pulled myself out of her mouth, and I lifted her up into my huge, strong arms.
Chloe
Axel lifted me up again, the strength of his muscled arms never ceasing to amaze. I caressed his chiselled chest with my hands, my fingers tracing the route of a faded scar that ran from his collar bone to his abs.
He placed me back on the desk, and I felt one of his large hands at my thigh, the other grabbing one of my breasts.
I moaned as he pushed two of his large and rough fingers into my pussy. Strong waves of pleasure flowed into my core as he increased the pace of his rhythmic pushing, his hand at my breast matching the rhythm with strong squeezes.
He was standing in front of me, completely naked. He was even fucking hotter than I’d imagined in my fantasies. Ripped arms, biceps bulging. Big defined shoulders, chiseled abs. Large, strong legs. Big, hard cock inches from my pussy. I longed for him to fuck me.
He obliged.
His hands went to either of my legs as he pushed them apart and I felt myself open to him as he did so.
He stepped forward, slowly pushing his cock into me. He entered me gently at first, teasing. I felt myself stretch, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate him. There a slight twinge of pain, mixed with the pleasure of a week-long fantasy come to life. I was turned on even more, and the pain faded. He pushed himself into me deeply, grunting with animalistic pleasure, leaning over to bite my neck gently, his hands grabbing my ass.
I’d never felt pleasure like this before. I felt his cock filling me, and my knees shuddered. He made no move, kissing my neck and keeping his hips pushed into mine.
I grabbed his shoulders, caressing his large muscles, squeezed them.
“Axel,” I moaned. He groaned in pleasure again at the sound of me saying his name.
“Fuck me, Axel. I want you to fuck me, hard. I’m so wet.” My voice came out as a strained, husky whisper. I was so horny I was struggling to speak.
I looked up at him, and he leant in to kiss me deeply as he slid his cock back out slowly, almost all the way. Then all of a sudden, he pushed back into me deeply.
I felt waves of intense pleasure building as he started fucking me deeply, with a rhythm that was slowly increasing in pace. He moaned and grunted with lust each time his cock pushed deep inside, filling me up, completing me.
The deep feeling of ecstasy in my belly increased as he fucked me harder and faster, his hips slapping against my thighs and ass. I scratched his back with my fingernails, leaning my body against his. My breasts pushing against his chest, erect nipples pushing against his muscled frame.
This was almost too good. The pleasure was unbearable, a feeling of tension starting to build in my pussy, rising up in
to my core in an unstoppable wave.
I felt my face contort as I leant into Axel, pushing his cock into me deeper. He was thrusting hard and fast now, his moans loud in my ear. I convulsed with pleasure, the waves of sensation radiating from him becoming almost painful in their intensity. I screamed with pleasure as I orgasmed, pussy quivering, clenching his cock with each wave of tension.
“Oh. Oh fuck!” I managed to moan, as the orgasm built to a crescendo. I’d never cum like this before. He was amazing.
Axel slowed as my orgasm faded. He looked down at me, his blue eyes wide with pleasure, jaw clenched.
“Your turn,” I said. I wanted to see him orgasm now. The thought brought back a tingle in my pussy. He was still inside me, slowed down to a steady push.
“Ok. I’m gonna fuck you real hard, Chloe.” My whole body tingled as he said my name.
He turned into an animal in an instant, fucking me harder and faster, everything else forgotten other than his intense need.
I locked eyes with him as he began to increase in pace, fucking me hard and roughly. His strong hands grabbing my breasts.
“Cum inside me,” I moaned, looking up at his face. “I want you to cum inside me, Axel.”
My words made him thrust harder, faster. If it wasn’t so good it would have been painful.
I felt another wave of pleasure and tension building as he reached climax, slowing as he came inside me. I felt his cock bunch and twitch inside me as he came.
“Oh, fuck… Chloe…” he moaned, his voice deep and strong. I leant forward as his orgasm passed, grabbing his arms. He slowed to a stop.
I felt his knees weaken as he shuddered with pleasure. He moaned low, softly.
“That. That was amazing,” he gasped. “You’re amazing.”
Axel
“Sorry it didn’t last too long. It’s been a while,” I said, after the last tingles of pleasure had faded.
The sex had been so good I’d almost collapsed at the knees, and had to hold on to the edge of the desk for support.
I looked down at my cock, which was still inside her. Both of us and the desk were soaking wet. I’d never made a girl orgasm like that before. I felt proud. I felt like a man.
She giggled, easing the awkwardness as the sexual tension faded.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Don’t apologise to me, Axel.” She looked down at herself. I didn’t want to pull my cock out of her, for fear of our juices flowing out onto the carpet.
“What a mess. Carry me to the bathroom?”
I laughed, over a decade of self loathing and sexual frustration forgotten as I stood there in front of her, naked.
“Sure thing, Chlo’. Give me a second.”
After taking a few deep breaths I carried her to the bathroom. She smiled at me as I did so.
We both stepped into the large shower, kissing each other gently as we washed the sex off of each other.
Chloe
After we’d showered we both went out to the balcony. Axel poured me some champagne and made himself a whiskey.
He was a different man. I barely recognised him with his ice cold facade lifted. I understood then that his hard-man demeanour had been protective. A way of pushing people away for fear of being hurt again. He had been deeply troubled in the past, but that had lifted, but his mask hadn’t. Not until he’d fucked my brains out.
I still sighed with pleasure from time to time, as we sat cuddling. Talking, laughing and joking, watching the sun set over the cityscape around us. Comfortable silences stretched between small talk.
I felt a warmth in my chest, a deep, complex feeling.
I’m falling for Axel. Or I’ve fallen for him already.
Rather than feeling scared however, I felt the safest I’d ever been in my whole life. Nothing could touch me now.
I squeezed Axel’s thigh through his bathrobe, which was comically too small for him. I heard a rip as he lifted his whiskey glass to his mouth. We both burst out laughing.
“So,” I said, after another long silence. Both of us were content just to sit in each other’s arms.
“I’m bored of Paris, I think.” The sun was almost out of sight, fast fading behind the skyline.
Axel looked down at me. “Flights to Prague are tomorrow. Or you wanna go someplace else?”
“Prague will be nice.” I poked him in the rib, which hurt my finger more than it hurt him, I suspected. “It’s supposed to be very romantic.”
He almost choked on his whiskey.
“Right, I’ve had enough out of you. Time to shut you up again for a while.”
He led me back to the bedroom by the hand, pushing me to sit on the bed in front of him.
“Take your robe off,” he commanded. I complied, slowly untying the bathrobe and letting it fall down my body, slowly revealing my naked breasts, and then my pussy. I opened my legs.
He got down onto his knees, looking at me as he started kissing my inner thigh, the pleasure of his tongue and lips mixed with the sharpness of his stubble.
“If you want me to be quiet.” I said, voice quivering. “You’re going the wrong way about it.”
I gasped as his tongue entered me.
Chapter Twelve
Axel
I awoke to find Chloe’s head resting on my chest.
Not a dream, then.
The night before had been the best of my life. A quick, hard fuck followed by companionship, followed by long, slow and sensual sex. The memory of Chloe riding me, her breasts bouncing in my face, and the feel of her warm, wet skin on mine made me aroused all over again.
Shit. Ain’t got time for that now. There’ll be plenty of time in Prague.
I struggled to control my rising erection, and swiftly rose out of bed to get a cold shower.
I looked down at my watch.
11:00? Shit. How the fuck did I sleep in that long?
It seemed I had worn myself out last night. I smiled to myself. It had been worth it.
I froze as I got the living room on my way to make coffee, after my shower had calmed my arousal somewhat. I looked towards the front entrance. The fucking door was open.
What the fuck. Did we leave it open all night?
I panicked, a sick feeling entering the pit of my stomach. I ran to grab my revolver from my suit. I searched room to room, armed with nothing but my boxers and a fully loaded .357.
Nothing.
I went back to check on Chloe. She was sound asleep.
Fuck. What have I done? Can’t keep the girl safe if my defences are down. If Chloe’s Dad finds out, I’m screwed.
I decided that no one need to know. I was sure in the heat of passion I’d forgotten to close the door behind us.
But I needed to get a grip. I was losing my sharpness, and was falling deeply in love with Chloe. She was mesmerising. I couldn’t think of anything else.
I went to make some coffee, trying to clear my head of the confused thoughts flowing through it. I didn't do emotions. They confused the hell out of me.
After filling two mugs I went back into Chloe’s bedroom. She was stirring, rubbing her face as she rose from under the cover.
“Oh, hey handsome.” She didn’t seem bothered by her nakedness. Her breasts hung down, swinging deliciously as she leant forward to take a mug from me.
“Time to get ready. We got a plane to catch,” I said, a little too gruffly. I was annoyed at myself for letting my anger show.
“Ok grumpy.” She frowned at me. “Give me half an hour,” she said before blowing on the hot coffee.
I stood in front of her for a second, inner turmoil threatening to overwhelm me. I thought back to the previous night, my mind calculating and cold, pushing Chloe out of conscious thought.
A deep breath cleared my mind further. I visualised the dark saloon I’d seen as we’d left the hotel. The obscured figures sitting within.
Had there been three of them in the car? Was I even fucking sure there had been anyone in it at all?
I’m useless. She’s disarmed me.
Vowing to myself I wouldn’t let my guard down again, I turned away from her. I couldn't meet her gaze. A pang of guilt rose in my gut.