by C. E. Hansen
I was melting at a rapid pace.
“Well, Ace, I want a lot of things to happen to me and I’m hoping you’re the man for the job.”
He smiled at my boldness and putting his hand on the small of my back led me to the luxury Black BMW SUV, which had just pulled up curbside. He stuck his head in the window.
“Ray, take us home.”
Ray, a tall, large gray-haired man, dressed impeccably in a black suit and black tie, jumped out with the agility of a much younger man and walked quickly around the car. He opened the door and tapped the brim of his hat by way of greeting. I caught a peek at a firearm holstered inside his jacket. What the hell? Cole had a bodyguard. Who was this handsome stranger and why would he need a bodyguard?
“Miss.” Ray nodded and held his hand up, indicating I should get in.
“Hi, Ray, nice to meet you.” I climbed in.
“Sir.” Ray nodded to Cole. Cole got into the back seat next to me. Ray softly closed the door and went around to the drivers’ side. He pulled away from the curb and as he did, Cole slipped his arm around my shoulders. The sensation of his touch rippled through me and I leaned into him.
We arrived at the hotel in what seemed like just a few minutes, but as I had more than a drink or two, I couldn’t be sure. Ray pulled into the circular driveway in front of the hotel, and as he had done earlier, got out and opened the car door for me. Holding my hand, he helped me to my feet. Cole had already gotten out on his side and was by my side in a flash. Ray tapped his hat again and got into the car and pulled it out of the circular drive, I watched him drive off until my attention was drawn to the doorman, who opened the door for us to enter.
“Mr. Grayson, sir.” He turned to me. “Miss.”
“Jason,” Cole answered nodding.
Cole placed his arm around me and we entered the hotel. As we stepped into the beautifully adorned lobby, he took my hand in his and led me past the front desk. The pretty brunette clerk nodded respectfully. Cole nodded in return. My eyes scanned the lobby. It was tastefully done in cream and burgundy with gold accents. The sofas and wing chairs covered in floral brocade in the same hues with little sky blue flowers was not only gorgeous, but tasteful and conveyed class. He led me toward the elevator bank, down to the last elevator, and we stepped inside.
My attention turned to the beautiful man at my side. The doors closed and Cole took a key from his jeans pocket, inserted it into the panel and punched in his code. The elevator climbed smoothly until it slowly came to a halt on the top floor. He placed his arm around my waist and once again the electric current flowed into me. I shivered momentarily in anticipation.
When the elevator doors finally opened, we stepped into a tastefully decorated foyer. Marble floors and columns, tall dark thick wooden doors. Fresh flowers on the large round table stood in the center of the large round vestibule furnished with cream-colored settees and rosewood lacquered tables off to the side, also adorned with fresh flowers.
Three separate doors lined the room along with a wide arch that led to the living room area. The perimeter lights were lit low. A stunning center light with long crystals, each a different length, cast a glow on the floral centerpiece and tasteful large round carpet. Cole guided me through the arch and I stopped, stunned by the size of the room. I smiled internally knowing I had been right, he is rich. This was no hotel room, or even suite. It was an apartment; huge—easily twice the size of mine.
I could sense the fireplace roaring before seeing it; the low crackling flames warmed the room, taking the chill away.
I walked in further and looked around. The dining room to the right was elegantly furnished with a black lacquer sidebar. A rosewood dining table surrounded by several high top roll back cushioned chairs covered in a beautiful burgundy, gold and cream jacquard, a long wet bar to the left of the dining area featured a large selection of alcohol impeccably organized on the top.
A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a silver wine cooler. Cole walked toward me. He had removed his jacket and was wearing just his denim shirt and fabulous fitting jeans. God he was hot.
“Here, let me take that.” He reached for my coat.
“Thanks.” I shrugged my coat off. “Nice place you got here.”
“It’s home when I’m in New York.”
The heat from the fireplace starting to make me feel overheated. Or it could have been that I was in a luxury apartment about to fuck the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
“You’re not from New York then?”
“I actually live in Denver. But I am negotiating a property on the Upper East Side hoping to develop our presence on the East Coast. I’m in town completing due diligence prior to presenting my final offer. I hope to be fully operational from New York within six months.”
“Indeed?” I paused, “What type of business would you be in, Ace?”
“Real estate.”
“Like an agent?”
“No, like a buyer of.”
“Nice.” I put my pocketbook down on the chair next to sideboard.
“Are you hungry?”
“I can always eat, but right now I think I’d like a drink.” My nerves starting to settle. I think Michelle may be right, I would pay dearly tomorrow.
“Coming right up. Go inside and have a seat.” He pointed toward the sofas in the living room
I walked in and sat on the sofa furthest from the huge fireplace. It was one of the plushest sofas I’d ever sat on. Four of them filled the room, all cream colored, two facing each other and two smaller ones at the top facing the fireplace with a massive granite cocktail table in the middle, perfectly suited for entertaining.
Two lovely wing chairs flanked the large accent table against the wall. The low and indirect lighting was just right, lending a glow to my skin. Cole placed a drink down in front of me, startling me; a bourbon of course. Smiling, I lifted it to my lips.
“Wow, I’m impressed, Ace. Sex God and bartender too.”
“Glad you like it.” He smiled.
Merely looking at that smile the drool built in my mouth. I wanted to bite his lips. My heart rate sped up and the blood flowed directly to my nether region, leaving my head dizzy.
“I’m going to order up some food. Anything specific you want?”
Oh, Ace, you don’t know the half of what I want, and I can be real specific.
“Anything you order is fine. When it comes to food, there is very little I don’t like.” I raised my eyebrows, the implication evident. Besides, if I don’t eat something soon, I am going to vomit. Too much to drink.
His eyes raked me from head to foot. He chuckled and turned shaking his head. He walked toward the phone near the dining room. I found myself staring at his fine ass. He sure looked hot in jeans. He was insanely sexy and I found myself getting hungry…not for food.
Chapter 7
I was so immersed, thinking about what I wanted to do with him, to him, that I didn’t even notice he returned.
“I ordered us a couple of different things to pick on,” he said softly, looking at me. “How’s the drink? Need freshening up?”
“Um, it is delicious.” I smiled up at him. “I never had bourbon before tonight. It has replaced my beloved mojito as my favorite drink.” I placed my hand over my heart.
He sat next to me on the couch and using his feet slowly shoved his boots off, kicking them to the side. He leaned back and put his arm around me.
“Grace.” His voice was low and sexy.
“Yes, Ace.”
“I would like to kiss you now.” Without waiting for any response from me, he leaned across, placing his drink on the granite table, and slowly pulled me to him. He lowered his head and pressed his lips gently to mine. He claimed my mouth, his tongue filling me with the taste of him. His tongue licked my lips and as I parted my lips his tongue pushed its way in. He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. I put my arms around his neck and raked my fingers through his thick hair, surprised at how soft it was. His
scent was so heady, I felt light headed.
Muscles in my stomach tightened and the flow of blood to my sex increased. I lightly bit his bottom lip and he growled, deepening the kiss, his tongue continuing to stroke mine. I instantly felt the hardness of him on my stomach.
He slowly pulled away from me and without taking his eyes off mine he said, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.” I flushed with excitement and desire. “It was well worth the wait.”
“Mmm, I liked that. Do it again.” I was hungry for him, all of him.
He smiled his oh so sexy smile and lowered his lips onto mine again, this time more ardent, more demanding. He pulled me tighter to him and I pushed my breasts against his chest. Taking my cue, he put his hand under my blouse, releasing them from my bra. He rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion over my nipples and they hardened instantly, sending me into a heated frenzy. My breasts swelled and I whimpered as he found one of my zones.
I struggled to kick my boots off. Damn boots. I loosened his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans. Sliding my arms underneath I felt the hard muscles of his back flexing under my fingers. Even through the layers of clothing between the two of us, when my hands were on his arms his biceps felt like stone, his stomach all hard muscle against mine.
My desire to have him inside caused my breath to hitch. I had not felt such a strong urge for a long time. He lifted himself up and pulled off my boots effortlessly; massaging my feet he dropped the boots noisily to the floor. Then reached down and unzipped my pants. My breathing became labored. He rolled to the side of me and I used my legs to push my jeans down. He deftly removed my pants and they went the way of my boots. I felt, more than saw, him remove his own jeans. He wore no underwear, at least none that I witnessed him removing. His erection rubbed along my thigh. I was desperate to have him in me. Needed it.
I was captivated watching his muscles flex beneath his skin. The intrinsic fluidity in the way he moved sent a delightful sense of pleasure through me. He slid his hand under the band of my thong, slowly dragging it down to my feet. I quickly shook them off. I pulled his half-unbuttoned shirt off over his head and threw it aside then lifted my own up and over, tossing it.
He removed my bra, totally freeing my swollen breasts. I moaned again as the heat of his skin pressed against me. He lowered his chest onto mine, the small patch of soft hair rubbing against my oversensitive nipples. When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples hardened, overly stimulated by the feel of his bare chest.
I wiggled out from underneath him and turning I quickly sat up. Without taking my mouth from his, I pushed him down on his back and threw my leg over him, straddling him. I raised myself on my knees and reached for his hard cock. I slowly lowered myself, guiding him into me with my hand.
Lifting my body with my legs, I lowered myself until the thick crown pressed against my wetness. Using my hand to guide him, I rubbed his cock over my clit. My excitement built rapidly and when I was wet enough I lowered my body onto his. My wet folds surrounded his shaft rendering my movements smooth and effortless. Unable to take in all of him at once, I gradually started to rock my hips back and forth. I continued to lift and lower my cleft onto his sizeable erection. I released an audible moan as he slowly filled me, one glorious inch at a time. There was no room for fumbling and he slid into me slowly filling me completely, exquisitely.
He stared into my eyes and I saw his lust was as great as mine. Holding onto his broad shoulders, I locked my eyes on his gorgeous green orbs. I began rocking my body front to back. He reached up and cupped my breasts, kneading them. His fingers rolled my hypersensitive nipples until I thought I would scream. The rhythm took hold of me and I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding on and off him, until I felt the first surge of an orgasm build in me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and lowered my head to his mouth, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I bit down as I came, tasting his blood, the sweet metallic taste in my mouth driving my hips to move faster, harder.
The first wave flowed over me, encompassing everything—colors, sounds, feelings—all came together in one massive numbing explosion. I was floating, rocking, using his body for release. I started to slow when the crest of another orgasm hit the core of my being. I slowed.
Cole pulled me close to him and his chest pushed against my breasts, my nipples hardening once again. Taking my head in one hand and my ass in the other, he flipped me slowly until he was above me, never breaking the contact our bodies shared. I found myself looking up into his eyes. His eyelids lowered as he studied me, the look of raw passion washed over his sculpted features. His arms enclosed me and I watched his muscles tighten as he slowly lifted his body, flexing his hips, pulling out and thrusting back in me.
Panting with my hunger for him, needy sounds escaped my lips. He kissed me with such demanding passion, searching, tasting, exploring…I thought I could come with just his kiss. He began circling his pelvis, stirring me from the inside, slowly rolling his hips. I lifted my hips up to meet his, matching him thrust for thrust, moving in tempo with him as one. The lusty girl inside me dug her fingernails into his back, and relished each plunge of his big cock. His mouth still covered mine, his kiss searing, hard, demanding, just like the man himself. He was so fucking hot. By far the sexiest guy I’ve ever fucked.
The orgasm that had started to rise minutes ago built inside me at an unstoppable rate. I was unable to slow it down, I had no control. I breathed more than called his name. He lifted his torso, allowing me a glimpse of his body, every bit the Greek god. His muscles tightened as he strained to control his orgasm. He ground his teeth.
His innate ability to read my body’s need coupled with his stamina and raw sexuality turned me on like no other ever had. The sweat glistening on his body dripped on to my belly blending with mine, lubricating us. Our bodies slid together effortlessly.
I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back down, and greedily devoured his lips. I licked his mouth, running my tongue down the length of his neck back to his ear, dipping the tip inside. He let out a guttural groan, adding fuel to my ardent internal fire.
The speed of his plunges became more demanding, urgent. The powerful pull began in my lower belly and radiated down to the moist folds between my legs. My clit aroused by the rubbing of his cock, his length rubbing my G-Spot, rocked me to my core. My senses were as taut as my body. I was like a wild animal unable to control myself, needing that sweet release. I dug my fingers into his ass, pushing him further into me.
“I love being inside your sweet cunt.” He growled. “So fucking hot.” He whispered hoarsely, nudging my head up. “Come with me. I want to see your face when you come...”
I raised my eyes and looking into his, seeing the hunger within, I lost it for the second time tonight. I screamed his name out, the voice foreign to my ears. He tightened his hold on me and with a few quick pushes of his hips and a low growl, he shuddered. The scorching heat of his semen pulsed into me with each thrust of his thick cock as he came. My cleft clenched around him, milking him.
Tears welled in my eyes and ran down the sides of my face; the emotion of such intense sex sent me spinning. I buried my head in his shoulder to hide my face. After he was spent, he rested his full weight on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. Our bodies cooled gradually. I slowly returned to earth and the realization hit me. That was the most mind-blowing sex I have ever had, ever.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice raspy, he kissed my breasts, his tongue teasing my already hard nipples.
“That was amazing,” I paused for a minute. “Ace, you are a sex god.” A wicked smile pulled up the corners of my mouth.
The tenderness that followed was so unexpected. Cole planted little whisper like kisses on my neck, my breasts, my stomach, lower and lower, until his lips were licking at my cleft.
I grabbed his hair trying to veer him back up, but he was determined and I was not crazy enough to fight. His tongue slowly tortured my swollen sex. He licked my c
lit until that familiar intensity built again.
Holy Christ, this man is a machine; a gorgeous, sexy, fuck machine, and tonight he’s mine.
I moaned, the sound visceral. I was astounded I was on the verge of another amazing orgasm. I arched my hips. He grabbed my ass and pulled me up to his mouth. As he dipped his tongue into the center of my sex, I became undone. He then plunged his tongue inside me, flicking the tip against my clit, until there was no stopping the bliss spreading through me. I held his head in position as I came hard, full and complete. I was spent.
He finally stopped his decadent torture of my body and pulling himself up over me rested his head on my breasts. My fingers entwined in his hair, twirling the silky soft strands.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
He reluctantly lifted his body off mine and walked down the long hallway. I watched the muscles on his back and ass flex as he walked.
Now that is one fine ass.
I sat up to get a better look and couldn’t help the satisfied smile that touched my lips.
“I am admiring the view,” I called after him, his back a perfectly muscled V.
“Glad you like it.” He chuckled softly.
He opened a door and disappeared into what I could only assume was the bedroom. He returned wearing a pure white robe carrying a matching one for me. I sat up, feeling the ache in my muscles. I took the robe wrapping my raw, weakened body in the softest terrycloth I ever felt.
I’ve never experienced, nor expected, such pleasure during a one-night stand. And never felt such sadness because it was a one-night stand.
Cole looked at me, trying to read the emotions playing on my face. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap, holding me close he kissed me on the top of my head. I reached out and put my hand under his robe, slowly caressing his broad chest, my fingers rolling through a small neat patch of hair.