by Sky Corgan
“Well, they sell bottle service, not just the bottle.”
Dominick huffed. “Still, that's outrageous. $325 for a bottle of liquor, some mixers, and someone to ice it and pour it all for you.”
“Well, imagine how much a whole bottle worth of alcoholic drinks would cost you if you ordered them individually here. Considering that the mixed drinks are $15 a piece, that could add up pretty quickly.”
“I suppose you're right.”
“Why are we talking about this anyway? It's not like we could drink an entire bottle between the two of us. Besides, we have liquor upstairs.”
“I know. I was just making conversation.”
“You were complaining.” I frowned at him. “This is a vacation, try to have a little fun.”
“It's not a vacation. It's a business trip.”
“Well, it's a vacation for me.”
“What do you want to drink?”
“Since you complained about the price, I should order the most expensive drink on the menu, a La Dolce Vida.”
He gave me a sarcastic look. “Bell pepper, cilantro, and pineapple juice. Sounds like a vomit inducing combination to me. By all means, order it. I'll hold your hair back while you're puking later tonight.”
I glanced at the menu again. Now that he mentioned it, the drink didn't sound very good. While I'm not one to knock something before I try it, I couldn't fathom spending $24 on something I probably wouldn't like.
“Now, if you really want me to spend some money, I could get us a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Rosé.”
“I get stupid when I drink wine.” I wrinkled my nose, remembering all the embarrassing things I'd said to Dominick when I got drunk around him the first time.
“I rather enjoy you when you drink wine.” He smirked.
“That's not the most expensive thing on the menu,” I quickly changed the subject. “If you really wanted to spend like a boss, you'd get the Remy Martin Louis XIII.”
“That's bottle service again,” he reminded me. “That's why it's so expensive.”
“I've never had cognac before, I don't think.”
“You're not missing much.”
“Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked as she walked up and gave Dominick a winning smile.
“I'll have a Moulin Rouge,” he replied.
“And I'll have a Cucumber Cooler.” I did my best to seem polite, though on the inside I was burning her alive with my laser vision of death.
“Any food for you guys?” she asked.
“Let me have the short rib quesadilla, and we'll split some truffle cheese fries,” Dominick told her.
“And for you?” She looked at me, all warmth fading from her eyes.
“I'll just have the Delphine cheeseburger.”
“I'll have that right out.”
The afternoon air was cool, and I found myself cuddling up to Dominick to keep warm. He seemed to be enjoying the ambiance too much to pay attention to me. His eyes were everywhere and nowhere, staring out toward the street, taking in the scenery. I could feel his body relaxing next to mine, and I was happy that he was beginning to enjoy himself.
Our drinks came, and I quickly took a few gulps of mine. The mix of cucumber and mint was rather delicious, and I ended up chugging the beverage down before Dominick was even halfway done with his.
“Whoa now, cowgirl, don't get ahead of yourself.” He smirked, giving my knee a gentle squeeze.
“This is my vacation, remember?” I eyed him seriously.
“Have it your way. If I have to carry you upstairs though, you're getting a spanking.”
“I think I'd like your spankings,” I purred against him.
“Is that so?” His eyes grew dark, locking onto mine with intense desire.
I could feel my heart skip a beat as his gaze fell to my lips. He leaned in ever so slightly, and my eyes grew hooded in anticipation.
“Here's your food,” the waitress said, completely ruining the moment.
I found myself stabbing her to death inside my mind as she slid our plates onto the small black wicker table in front of us.
“I'll have another one,” I grumbled, practically thrusting my glass into her hand.
The food was decent. Nothing to brag about. While we ate, I tried to decide if I wanted to stay and drink more or go upstairs and get down to business. For some reason, the night had become a personal challenge to show Dominick that I wasn't some shy little violet. Alcohol would make me braver, more willing to do the insane sexual things he wrote about.
By the time we were both done eating, I was finishing Cucumber Cooler number three and Dominick had just reached the bottom of his first Moulin Rouge. Already, the alcohol was swirling around inside of me, making me feel warm and randy. I pressed myself against Dominick's side, pretending to be cold, to which he responded by taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. He was ever the gentleman, but I was craving a different kind of warmth, preferably some skin on skin contact.
“We should do some of the stuff in your books,” I blurted out, a bit tired of him missing the obvious hints I was throwing at him.
“Should we?” he asked, annoying me with his perfect disposition.
“You should drink more.”
“Should I?” He grinned. “Did you already forget that I have business to attend to tomorrow? Perhaps you should drink less.”
“Vacation,” I growled playfully, nipping at his shoulder.
The tables around us had begun to fill up, but in those moments, the only two people in the world were Dominick and I. My bravery was at an all-time high. I wanted to do naughty things, nasty horrible things in front of all of these strangers. And I wanted to drink more. Definitely drink more. This new-found bravery was exciting to me, and I didn't want it to wane with my buzz.
“Another,” I called to the waitress as she passed us to go serve another table. She gave me an acknowledging nod.
He's mine, you bitch. He's all mine and I'm going to do all sorts of bad things to him right here in front of you.
My hand slid onto Dominick's knee, crawling up his thigh, longing to feel the bulge beneath his slacks. It wasn't hard yet, but it would be with a bit of persuasion. Unfortunately, my ascent was stopped by Dominick placing his hand firmly on top of mine.
“Are you sure that's a good idea?” he asked.
“It's the best idea I've had all night.”
“I'm cutting you off after this one.”
“Vacation.” I bit his shoulder, leaving a lipstick stain behind.
Dominick winced as if I had hurt him. “You're not being very ladylike.”
“And you're not being very fun.”
“People are watching.” He glanced up.
If there were people watching, I couldn't see them.
“I thought you liked for people to watch,” I purred into his ear. “At least you make it seem like it in your stories.”
“They're fantasies, Kimlet, nothing more.”
The pet name made all the blood rush straight to my head. He knew what calling me that did to me. Was he purposely trying to cock block me . . . or pussy block me . . . or whatever you call it when a guy stops a girl from getting what she wants. I wanted to huff in frustration, but I wasn't about to give up. My body was on horny overdrive, and I was going to take it from him if he wasn't willing to give it.
“You want dessert, right?” I asked, pulling my hand away from him before placing it further up his thigh, my pinky finger practically pressing against his groin. Dominick tensed, looking around uncomfortably.
“Of course I want dessert, but not here.”
“Let's go back to the room, then.”
“Here comes your drink.”
The waitress placed it in front of me, glancing at where my hand was on Dominick's inner thigh. If there was any question in her mind what our relationship was, she had her answer now. He's mine. Stop looking at him. I smirked up at her, hoping to see some hint of jealousy.
Her eyes were lifeless as she asked Dominick if he wanted something else and then moved on to serve the other customers. Disappointing. Oh well.
“You should have ordered another one. It will loosen you up a bit,” I told him, removing my hand from his lap to grasp my glass and take a long swallow.
The Cucumber Cooler tasted like heaven on my tongue. A grin crossed my lips as I thought of another cucumber I wanted. What was wrong with me? Maybe I shouldn't have drunk so much after all. It was making me stupid again.
“I'm already loosened up,” he said, watching me as I chugged down the rest of the drink.
“Alright. Done.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then internally cringed at how uncouth it looked.
Yeah, I'd definitely had enough. While I was still brave and horny, I was starting to forget myself. The last thing Dominick needed was for me to embarrass him.
We waited in awkward silence for the bill, and then I clung to his side as we walked back into the hotel, partially because I needed help walking and partially because I was feeling possessive. It seemed like every woman in the room was looking at him. Then again, the men were looking at me. He didn't seem jealous at all, keeping his eyes forward as we walked.
Thankfully, when we reached the elevator, we were the only people going up. As soon as we stepped inside, I grabbed the front of Dominick's pants, working to pull his zipper down.
“What are you doing?” He gave me a disapproving look.
“Making your fantasies a reality,” I told him, trying to be sexy, though the effort fell flat. If anything, I sounded like a slurring drunk.
“We're not going to fuck in the elevator,” he whispered to me as the door began to close.
“Why not?” I pouted.
“Because we don't have enough time.”
“But there was enough time in your book.”
“That was a fantasy. This is reality. Time doesn't move as slowly in reality.”
“Well, there should at least be enough time for a blow job.” I reached into his pants and wrapped my hand around his flaccid cock.
I had never given Dominick oral before. He'd never asked for it, and I'd always been too shy to go for it. Now though, there was nothing stopping me. My inhibitions were gone, my mind was in adventure mode, and my mouth was craving something flesh flavored and hard.
Dominick tensed, pressing himself back against the wall. “We can't do that here.”
“Why not?” I ignored him, pulling his length out of his pants and giving it a few strokes. His skin felt like velvet beneath my fingertips, and for all of his words, his body was making it clear that he enjoyed my touch.
“Someone else might step into the elevator.”
“We're going up. No one else is going to step into the elevator,” I tried to reassure him, moving back so that I could kneel.
Almost the second my knee bent, the elevator lurched to a stop. Damn. He had been right. The elevator ride had been too short for anything fun.
Dominick grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him. That's when I noticed the couple standing on the other side of the door. They gave him and I a quizzical look as they stepped into the elevator, then turned to ignore us and pressed a button for the next floor up.
My heart was beating faster than the hooves of a thousand horses. Dominick's cock was still out of his pants, pressing hard against me, hidden by my body. Now fun was melting into terror at the thought of being caught. What would happen if they found out what we were doing? Would they report us? Would we get kicked out of the hotel? If we did, it would be all my fault.
The elevator door closed, and I stood as stiff as a corpse against Dominick as it continued its ascent to the next floor. For as fast as the elevator moved, it felt like it took forever just going up one story. Dominick smiled at the couple as they exited the elevator, and we waited for the door to close again. Almost as soon as it did, he was pushing me away and shoving his dick back into his pants before zipping up.
“I warned you that was going to happen,” he grumbled.
“I didn't think. I'm sorry.”
“It's fine. You can make it up to me when we get back to the room.”
“How can I make it up to you?” I looked at him, completely confused.
“You know,” he replied, and suddenly everything was alright again.
Dominick wasn't angry. We hadn't gotten caught. And everything was going to be okay. To top it off, I was still going to get laid. Yay me!
When we reached our floor, there was a skip in my step. Sure, I had completely blundered with the elevator. Perhaps some things were better left to the pages of novels. But sex was our reality, and it was going to happen regardless if it took place in an elevator or a bed.
As soon as we got inside our room, I began to shed my dress like a snake sheds its skin. Dominick watched me with an ear to ear grin. When I was down to my underwear and pumps, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed together, kissing viciously. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me, being as sloppy and aggressive as I dared. All I wanted was fucking. Good, hard, carnal fucking.
I clawed at the buttons on Dominick's shirt in frustration, silently cursing them for being so damn difficult. My drunk fingers were far from deft, and the buttons were being more than a little resistant, as if their very existence was put in place to deny me the feel of his naked skin.
“Hate this shirt,” I growled, wanting to bite at the buttons and chew them off.
For some reason, I felt very bitey. Mmm flesh. Yes, I would definitely have to sink my teeth into Dominick. What would the movie director think if he showed up tomorrow with bruises all over his neck?
Realizing that I was struggling, Dominick sat up to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. I moaned softly as inch after inch of muscular pale flesh was revealed to me. He looked absolutely delicious and devourable, a sexy dish designed for my enjoyment.
“I'm thirsty,” he said as he tossed his shirt to the side.
“Thirsty for sex?” I teased.
“Thirsty for liquid refreshment.” Dominick crawled off the side of the bed, making me pout.
“Can't it wait until after?”
“I don't think I'll last until after. I don't think I even have enough liquid in me to sweat.”
“That's not a bad thing.” My eyes followed him longingly as he headed for the door.
“Do you want anything?”
“Just you.” I watched his body move, seeing him as if it was the first time. Every minute movement made a muscle flex somewhere on his body. I wanted to kiss all the lines cut into the surface of his skin and drag my tongue along them.
He disappeared around the door, but my mind lingered on the image of him standing there shirtless. Just the thought of all the naughty things I wanted to do to him caused a needy throbbing between my legs. Soon, he would be moving on top of me, pounding out his pleasure, the friction driving me absolutely wild.
It took everything in me to be patient, but I laid there, letting the cool air pet over my heated skin. The bed was amazingly comfortable beneath me, and I found myself snuggling down into the pillow, allowing my body to relax. My eyes grew heavy as the minutes passed on, and the carnal fire inside of me began dying down into a smoldering ember. It wouldn't take much contact for the flames to ignite again, but other parts of me seemed to be shutting down as well. I watched the door, waiting, trying to keep my eyes open. Lying down was making me sleepy, but I knew I had to stay awake. Dominick would be returning soon, and then we would tear that bed up like it had never been fucked on before. Of course, I was sure it had been fucked on before. An expensive hotel room like this was made for fucking in. We'd do it up right though, put everyone who came before us to shame. My mind drifted to all the crazy sex that had probably happened in the room. Starlets and prostitutes and business men. Maybe we couldn't outdo them. And if we did, we'd never really know.
Thoughts turned into dreams, my body lo
sing the battle of consciousness. Before I knew it, I was opening my eyes to darkness, my head spinning with an excruciating headache. I patted the side of the bed, searching for Dominick, but he was nowhere to be found. Then I looked at the clock on the bedside table and groaned. It was six in the morning, and I was wide awake with a hangover. At least, I hadn't vomited on myself this time.
Very carefully, I rolled out of bed, pulled on a nightshirt, and tiptoed into the living room where I found Dominick curled up on the serpentine sofa, snoring away. He had stripped down to his boxers, but the curve of his body on the sofa looked uncomfortable. For a few moments, I thought about waking him and making him come to bed with me, but then I decided to leave him be. I knew he had a big day and could probably use all the sleep he could get.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, I grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator and returned to bed for a long morning of miserable tossing and turning. My body was being stubborn. For as much as I wanted to go back to sleep, it just wasn't happening. At least closing my eyes made the spinning stop, so I simply laid there in silence, waiting for the sun to come up and wake Dominick.
Thankfully, he was an early riser. About two hours later, I heard the sound of his footsteps. I opened my eyes and groaned when he entered the room.
“I didn't get my dessert,” he commented with a smirk, which only made me feel worse.
Alcohol had yet again turned me into a blubbering blundering idiot. Would I ever be able to drink in his presence without waking up embarrassed the next morning? I was beginning to doubt it. For all of my big words and raunchy actions the night before, I had fallen short on delivery. Surely, Dominick had been less than happy when he'd returned to the bedroom and found me passed out. I really didn't want to think about it.
He stepped into the shower, and I took the opportunity to raid the Munchie Box for some breakfast cookies. There was no way I was going downstairs for breakfast, not with how I was feeling. The world wasn't spinning quite as much, but I still had a headache from hell. Too bad they didn't have a medicine cabinet in the room. It had everything else.