by T V Hartwell
“Hey! Lucy and I were planning to go furniture shopping tomorrow.”
“Great! I’ll go with you.”
Amanda and Adam continued to walk and talk hand and hand until they made it to the Gramercy Park Hotel, one of New York’s most fashionable and popular hotels with the A-list celebrity crowd. It was happy hour by the time they’d arrived, so they decided to drop by the hotel’s Rose Bar for a drink.
After they stepped inside the hotel lobby, Adam removed his beanie. Amanda took notice of his hair.
“Your hair’s longer and curlier, too. That’s why I don’t think I recognized you before. Plus, you had your cap on.”
“Yeah, I haven’t had a haircut since I left LA.”
“It looks good though. I like it,” she said, reaching to touch his hair before wrapping her arms around him as they walked into the bar.
They sat cozily next each other on a sofa, sipping cocktails. Adam could barely keep his hands off Amanda as she tried to carry on a conversation with him about the state of his film project in Canada, the first he was directing himself. Slightly turned toward one another, Adam had his right arm around Amanda’s waist, gripping her hip with his right hand. Then he raised his left hand up as if wanting her to give him a high five. Amanda responded by raising and touching her open hand to his while talking at the same time.
“So what’s it been like directing Tobias Velasquez?” Amanda asked, referring to the film’s lead actor.
Adam seemed more interested in foreplay than talking. He stared at Amanda seductively with his piercing, deep blue eyes, and with their hands still suspended in the air, he interlocked his fingers with hers, gripping her hand tightly. Then he licked his lips and moved in to kiss her with his mouth partly open.
Amanda was turned on by the sight of Adam’s pink, succulent lips, which were framed by the stubble of a beard that looked as if it hadn’t been shaved in a few days. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her mouth as he moved in closer to her and could practically taste the bourbon on his tongue from the whiskey sour he was drinking. The heat was rising in her chest. She wanted to kiss him. In fact, she wanted to jump him right there on that sofa, but she pulled back and acted unaffected, like a girl with self-control. She unlocked her hand from his and put it to his mouth to stop him. “Adam…aren’t you going to answer my question? I’m curious to know about Tobias. He’s such an amazing actor.”
Adam smirked as he pulled Amanda’s hand away from his mouth and held it down on his thigh, near his crotch. “An amazing pain in the ass. It’s torture. He’s too busy trying to tell me how to do my job instead of just acting and following direction. But I kind of knew what I was in getting myself into, so I really shouldn’t complain.”
“Then why did you choose to work with him?”
“Oh…you know me. I have a penchant for wanting to work with actors who are fucking…high-maintenance, narcissistic egomaniacs. I’m a masochist. What can I say?”
Before Amanda could manage a comeback, Adam quickly returned to foreplay, raising Amanda’s hand back to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he kissed her palm softly. Then he inhaled it adoringly. “Mmmm, you smell so good,” he moaned. Then he licked her palm. “And you taste so good,” he said before attempting to suck her middle finger.
“Adam!” Amanda said, snatching her hand away and giggling. “There are people watching. Oh my God.”
“Nobody’s watching us,” he said, looking around before turning his gaze back to her. “Who’s watching us?”
“I’m trying to carry on a conversation with you—”
“And I’m trying to seduce you, but I don’t know. It seems like I’ve lost my touch, lost my swagger, because you’re acting all uptight and distant.”
Amanda huffed. “No I’m not. How am I being distant?”
“When we were walking over here, you had to think about whether you wanted to stay with me at my place this weekend—”
“I really wasn’t thinking that hard, Adam—”
“And look at you now, acting all tight and so civilized. This is how you were when we first met. I’m surprised we’re not humping like wild animals by now.”
Amanda laughed out loud and then covered her mouth to muffle the sound.
Adam grinned. “You know, like we were in Paris and Madrid. Remember that?” Adam said in a teasing, seductive tone. He still had his right arm wrapped around her waist with his right hand cupping her hip while using his left hand to rub and squeeze her knee as he talked.
Growing hotter and wetter, Amanda giggled, recalling the memory of her and Adam together during their travel from city to city for the world premiere of his last film, leading up to the Oscars. “Oh yes, I remember.”
Adam piled on, raising his left hand to her chin to pinch and hold it gently. “Don’t you want me, baby? I’ve missed you so much,” he said before leaning in to kiss her lips softly.
Amanda didn’t resist as Adam kissed them again and again, causing her to fall under his spell slowly but surely.
“You are so beautiful. You know that? You look so amazing right now. I love this blouse on you,” Adam said as he tugged on her collar and gazed into her eyes. “I just want to rip it open and taste you…lick and suck on your tits,” he said before leaning in to kiss her again.
Amanda closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips to hers. Then she opened them again and just stared at Adam, mesmerized, as he continued to taunt her seductively with his words and hands.
“Don’t you want me to make you feel good, princess?” Adam asked as he reached back up to touch her neck. Then he ran his hand down to her open collar to gently touch the top of her chest before allowing his hand to fall to her lap, grazing her breast on the way down.
Reflexively, Amanda pushed her chest out in response. It was as if her body had instinctively taken over and invited Adam to grope and feel her up even more. At the same time, Amanda’s nipples felt hard and prickly against the fabric of her blouse, which she wore sans a bra. Her breasts were screaming for attention—aching to be touched, squeezed, licked, and sucked.
Adam took notice of Amanda’s swooning gaze, the flushness of her neck and upper chest, the provocation in her raised chest and taut nipples poking against her blouse, her silent submission. He knew that it was time—time to take charge. “Let’s go to your room,” he said assertively, rising up from the sofa and taking Amanda by the hand to lead her away.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The moment they’d stepped into the elevator, it was game on. Using one hand, Adam went straight for Amanda’s crotch, practically lifting her off her feet and slamming her back against the elevator wall. He used his other hand to feel and caress her left breast as he slid his tongue deep into her mouth to kiss her voraciously. Amanda moaned in pleasure, enjoying being manhandled. Adam’s aggressiveness turned her on and drove her crazy. She slapped her hands to his face when their mouths and tongues locked, kissing him back wildly. As he squeezed and rubbed her kitty aggressively, she lifted one of her legs to enhance the friction. She placed it back down and lifted it up again. It was like an involuntary impulse. The sensation was so intense and it felt so good; she could barely control herself. “Adam, oh Adam…oh, oh, oh my God,” she said breathlessly.
Adam stopped his torture momentarily, wrapped his arms around her waist, and then reached down with both hands to feel her ass, slipping his fingers into the crack of her pants. He pressed her body tightly against his, pelvis to pelvis, so that she could feel the hardness of his cock.
“You feel that? You feel Big Papa?” Adam said, holding his pelvis to hers and rotating them forward, backward, and side to side.
Amanda’s kitty was throbbing and soaking wet. “Yeah,” she said, biting her lower lip before reaching down with her right hand to feel and squeeze Adam’s bulge.
“Big Papa’s in need of some serious attention,” he said, and then the elevator doors opened.
When they stepped out of the elevator,
Amanda pulled Adam by the crotch. Adam liked that, exaggerating his pelvis as he walked with her pulling him forward. “That’s it. Take Big Papa by the reins, girl,” he said, laughing and grinning before Amanda let go to search for her room key in her purse.
They made it inside Amanda’s suite and closed the door behind them. “Nice room,” Adam said as he and she both set their coats aside.
“And you’re a nice surprise,” Amanda said, then jumped on Adam, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the bed as they kissed passionately and loudly. “Mmmm…mmmm,” Adam moaned repeatedly with their mouths locked together.
Amanda ran her hands through Adam’s hair, loving its length and fullness. She loved the prickly feel of his unshaven face brushing against her soft skin. She loved the faint scent of the men’s face wash and moisturizer he used from Kiehl’s. She loved the taste of bourbon on his tongue with a hint of mint flavor from the Trident gum he’d been chewing before they’d ordered their drinks. And those sexy, slim-fit jeans that cupped his ass so perfectly. The whole package was the perfect aphrodisiac.
Adam placed Amanda down onto the bed and lay on top of her. He reached down with his right hand, returning to massage her kitty through her pants while he smothered her with kisses on her lips, cheeks, and neck. Amanda was enraptured as she shrieked with pleasure at Adam’s touch. She turned her face to the side as Adam nibbled on her cheek and jaw. Then he went for her right ear, kissing and licking it hungrily, causing Amanda to go into minor convulsions. It felt so good, so intense, and so erotic, but it tickled. Amanda couldn’t take it anymore and she squealed. She did so at such a high pitch that it shook Adam to attention.
“What?” he said with alarm in his voice.
“It tickles,” she said, laughing.
“It tickles?”
“Yeah. It feels good but it tickles too.”
Adam grinned. “It tickles, huh?” He licked the tip of her nose teasingly. “Awww, you’re ticklish, baby?”
Amanda giggled. “Shut up!”
He licked the tip of her nose once more. “Huh? Are you ticklish?” Adam said in a babying way, and then he held out his tongue as if inviting Amanda to kiss it back with her own. When she attempted to do so, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth, then pushed it out, and then pulled it in again, making her chase for it. They both laughed before Adam pushed his tongue out once more, this time allowing Amanda’s to collide with his before their tangling tongues evolved into yet another deep, passionate kiss.
Adam broke their kiss gradually with stops and starts, moaning along the way in his deep, sensual, baritone voice. “Mmmm,” he uttered repeatedly with one openmouthed, tongue-probing kiss after another. “I’ve got a lot more tickling to do to you,” he said, groping Amanda’s crotch aggressively. “You want to know what a real tickle feels like? Huh?”
Throbbing to the max and wet as a seal, Amanda could barely speak. All she could do was let out breathless moans and shrieks. She spread her legs in surrender, inviting Adam to torture her more.
“You want me to tickle you down there with my tongue?” Adam asked in reply to her nonverbal cue. “Huh? You want to know what it feels like?”
“Oh yes, yes,” Amanda said in a heavy whisper.
Adam grinned devilishly. “I think you already know what it feels like,” he said as he began to rip her pants open eagerly. “Nobody loves your pussy juicy more than me. And, boy, am I thirsty. Really, really, really thirsty.”
Adam was in such a hurry to get his mouth down on the good stuff that he ripped a couple of buttons off Amanda’s dark-colored wool pants in the process. He pulled them off and threw them to the floor. He then buried his face in her crotch, inhaling her scent at first and then licking the silky and now wet fabric of her Victoria’s Secret panties. As he did so, he growled like a hungry dog staking out its territory and warding off any competitors for its coveted meal.
He pulled the lining of her panties to the side, just enough to reveal the loose, succulent lips of her beaver. He sucked and tugged on those lips long and hard. “Oh, baby…I missed you so much,” he groaned in between sucks. He then pulled the lining away even more to get a view of her clit before licking and sucking on it deliriously. As he did so, he began to finger-fuck her too, intermittently removing his fingers to suck on them. “Mmmm…you taste so fucking good, babe,” he said approvingly before reinserting two fingers to tantalize her more. He repeated the act over and over again, biting her clit while finger-fucking her at the same time, then stopping to insert his fingers into his mouth to suck. Adam was in Heaven.
He eventually removed her panties completely and ravaged her to no end as Amanda shrieked and cried out his name repeatedly. She ran her hands through his hair and held his head down to encourage his onslaught. She pleaded for him not to stop.
After eating her out and loosening her up more than sufficiently, Adam stood up and stripped naked. Amanda too removed her blouse, the last piece of clothing she had on.
When Amanda saw Adam’s thick dong, erect and pointing directly at her, she grinned with excitement and anticipation. “There he is. Hi, Big Papa,” she said all cutesy, waving her fingers at it. She then grabbed hold of it with her right hand and began to stroke it.
“Oh yeah…that’s it…work Big Papa, girl,” Adam said before he turned to fall back on the bed so Amanda could butter him up. Amanda knelt down on the floor in between his legs and began to stroke and suck him vigorously. Gagging frequently but undeterred, she handled him like a champion headmaster.
After a few minutes, Adam reached to pull Amanda up onto the bed with him so that they could get into the sixty-nine positon with her on top.
This made Amanda go wild. She pushed out and jiggled her hips provocatively as Adam ravaged her with gusto yet again. Amanda loved giving head this way—on top of her guy with her ass in his face as he ate her out. “Oh yeah…is it good? Does it taste good, baby?” she teased sultrily.
“Ohhh yeah, it sure does,” Adam stopped and said with a laugh, loving that his girl was now in a slutty state of mind.
Before long, after tossing the salad a little, Adam was ready for the main course. He had Amanda bend down on her knees so that he could take her from behind, doggy style. A man of stamina, Adam was relentless. He banged her hard and fast, smacking her on the ass frequently as he shouted expletives to express his satisfaction.
Amanda loved it. She slapped her hands to the bed and yelled Adam’s name repeatedly, begging him to keep it up. When her loud moans and cries turned into screams, she pulled a pillow over to bury her face in to muffle the sound.
After a while, Adam was hot and sweaty and teetering on the brink. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” he said as he pounded her rapidly with vigor. “Oh God…come with me, babe. Oh fuck, baby….”
“Me too. Oh baby…oh baby…yeah…yeah,” she moaned.
“Oh fuck!” Adam shouted one last time before he pressed his thick rod into her deep and held it there as he shot his load.
Exhausted and spent, Adam collapsed down on top of Amanda while still inside her. There they lay prostrate on the bed, locked together. “I love you,” Adam said.
“I love you too,” Amanda said back without hesitation or thought.
Adam kissed her on the cheek and then buried his face in the back of her head as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Amanda closed her eyes and smiled to herself as she snuggled underneath him. In that moment, she couldn’t have felt happier to be with Adam, the workaholic who’d left his beloved film project behind in Canada just to pay her a surprise visit. Jake couldn’t have been further from her mind.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lucy had arrived at Amanda’s hotel the next morning for their furniture shopping date.
I’m downstairs in the lobby, Lucy texted.
Okay, coming down, Amanda replied.
Amanda hurriedly put on her coat, grabbed her bag, and headed o
ut the door. She texted Adam as she walked toward the elevator.
Lucy’s here. Are you nearby?
In a cab. Will be there in less than 5.
Amanda stepped off the elevator and walked into the lobby. When she spotted Lucy she gave her a big smile. “Heyyy!”
“Hey, girl. Look at you. You’re glowing. Adam must’ve licked and sucked on your cherry pop until it melted away.”
Amanda shrilled in shock at first and then laughed. “You know it,” she said before she lifted her hands to high-ten Lucy. Lucy lifted and slapped her hands to Amanda’s, and then they held on as they pulled them down while continuing to laugh like giddy teenage girls.
“So where is he?”
“He’s on his way. He’ll be here in a minute.”
“I thought you said he stayed here with you last night.”
“He did, but he went home to change clothes.”
“So what’d you guys do last night? Did you go out?”
“No. We came straight here after we left the office yesterday. We had a drink downstairs at the Rose Bar, and then we went upstairs to my room and stayed in the whole night. Adam was really tired and didn’t want to go out, so we ordered room service and watched movies. It was fun.”
Lucy smirked. “Watched movies? Right. I bet he rode you like a cowboy all night long, or did you act like a cowgirl and do most of the riding? I know you like being on top sometimes.”
Amanda slapped Lucy on the arm playfully and smirked. “Oh, hush,” she said before spilling the tea. “He rode me before we started watching movies and then again in the middle of the night, like at two a.m. And then I rode him this morning in the shower. There’s this nice little ledge to sit on in there. It’s the perfect setup for the girl-on-top scenario, and you know I worked it,” Amanda deadpanned with a sultry expression on her face.
“I’m sure you did, you slut!” Lucy said hysterically, looking Amanda up and down. Then they busted out laughing again, enjoying acting silly.