Room Service

by Summer Cooper

  “Jessi,” Trent whispered, and the way he said my name had me taking a sharp breath, my body shivering. “I want you, Jessi. So badly. Right now.”

  His admission was the last straw for me. All thoughts of holding back disappeared, and my hands reached for his clothes. We scrambled to strip each other down, and I toed off my shoes as Trent led me further into the room without pulling away from the kiss.

  “How far do you want to take this?” Trent panted.

  I gave him an incredulous look. “Just hurry,” I said in urgency. “I don’t care, just whatever it is we’re doing, hurry it.”

  I could have probably stated my case better, but the only thing left in my mind was getting him above me in bed, naked. I knew where this was leading; I was old enough to do it even if I’d never tried it before.

  He stopped and pulled away long enough when we got to the bedroom to take off his shoes, socks, and pants. I was already down to my underwear and stood impatiently beside the bed, biting down on my lower lip as I watched him strip. He stalked over to me, and all I could do was stare at his body, until he was right in front of me, pulling off my bra and panties.

  We tumbled onto the bed, hands groping all over, mouths leaving wet kisses everywhere we could reach. We stopped with Trent braced above me, his hips pressed between my open thighs.

  How long have I been waiting for this, I thought to myself, as we stopped and our eyes caught. I wanted to say something, to tell him that I’d been waiting for him all this time. But the space between us was so delicate at that moment. I felt like if I spoke he would stop, and I didn’t want to stop now that we’d come this far.

  I could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against my thigh, and I had a moment of fear. Just what was I doing? I’d been saving myself for this man, but just to give it up in an impulsive moment could only come back to bite me in the ass.

  But I didn’t stop him. He lowered his upper body on his arms, pressing his forehead against mine and holding my eyes as he swiveled his hips. I shivered, feeling the head of his cock sliding between my wet folds without actually entering me.

  “Trent,” I moaned, squirming under him, trying to take him inside of me.

  He smirked down at me, and I squirmed some more as he moved his hips, searching. The head of his cock found my entrance at last, and I held my breath as he pushed relentlessly forward. There was a frown on his face when he was met with some resistance, but he didn’t stop, and I gasped when I felt a quick flash of pain. Trent didn’t notice the pain twisting my expression; his own eyes had slid shut.

  “Shit,” he hissed through gritted teeth. He threw his head back, and I watched the cords in his throat strain as he slowly slid into me. “You’re so tight, Jessi.”

  Well, yes, I thought hysterically. It is my first time, after all!

  But all I could do was clutch onto his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh, thankful he was at least careful with me. He bottomed out and paused so we could breathe. He opened his eyes again and looked down to meet my gaze.

  I’m doing it, I thought. I’m having sex with Trent Thompson!

  I couldn’t describe my excitement, my happiness in that moment. I’d forgotten all about how I didn’t like him, didn’t want to see him. My eyes stung with tears.

  Then he started to move, and I thought I would shatter.

  9

  Trent

  I’d been trying to get her out of my head all day. I wasn't the type of guy to ponder. Fuck! I never did that, but with Jessi, the more I tried to get her out of my mind, the more she popped back into it. I felt like some lovesick teenager and I hated it. It was as if she was taunting me on purpose, because the moment I did finally go through a good couple of hours of not thinking about her, it was brought to a dramatic end as I bumped into her.

  Instead, I’d let myself get lost in her expression. I hadn't seen her for years, and sudden longing hit me to have her in my arms, no matter how accidental. She wasn’t pulling away from me either, and because of that I wasn’t immediately pushing her away. In fact, my instincts in that moment were begging for me to pull her closer to me instead.

  So sweet, I thought. So intoxicatingly sweet, the one thing about her that hadn't changed over the years.

  She had changed though, so much. And now, with her held in my arms, there was no running from it.

  Her hair was a light blonde-brown, falling to her waist, parted in the middle and pushed back away from her face. Before, she’d had bangs that hid her face. I approved of the hairstyle change, and hoped she’d done it realizing she’d never needed to hide in the first place; she’d always been beautiful, she’d only grown more so.

  Jessi’s eyes were a light brown that was made that much lighter by the shades in her hair, varying from darkest brown to a golden blond, and they looked like they were dancing every time she smiled. She rarely smiled at me, so I’d only ever got to see the look when it was aimed at other people.

  She was also as small as she’d ever been. At five foot five, I was a head taller than her. But the body pressed against mine was nowhere near the skinny, gangly teenager I remembered.

  Fuck, I was in trouble.

  Jessi was all warm, soft curves, and the moment that sunk into my mind, I knew I needed to pull away before she noticed my body starting to stir. I’d pretty much been half hard the whole day because of her, but I’d got a handle on it until now. It would be too humiliating, even though she looked a little bit tipsy, to let her know just how much she affected me when my first instinct around her was usually to dismiss her.

  But she wouldn’t let me withdraw. Instead, she kissed me. Only, it wasn’t the same innocent press of lips as before, her tongue sliding into my mouth at my gasp of surprise. Then I was kissing her back.

  She was too sweet to resist, and I gave into my decades of longing for something warm and wonderful, just this once. There would be repercussions, but I could deal with them later.

  Minutes later, I had her in my room, in my bed and under me as I slid into her.

  It felt amazing…

  It was hardly my first time having sex. I’d lost my virginity pretty early on because I didn’t think it was anything too important to hold onto. Though it might have been my imagination, it was different with Jessi.

  She moaned under me, her legs tightening around my waist as her nails dug into my lower back. My eyes fluttered open as my head ducked down, and I caught her eyes.

  “What is it?” I whispered, moving my hips just slightly, and watching in fascination as her eyes widened and she let out a few gasps as she squirmed again.

  It affected me too, of course, and I couldn’t help letting out a low groan as I moved some more.

  I want this to last.

  The thought was a surprise when it popped into my mind, but I went with it. I moved one of my forearms to brace myself up on the other one, and wrapped an arm around Jessi’s waist, lifting her hips slightly. I moved in slow thrusts, circling my hips as I did, searching for all her hot spots.

  “Fuck,” I muttered.

  I hid my face in her shoulder, realizing we hadn't had much foreplay. It was such a damn waste because it would have been so much more fun if I could have taken my time to make her go crazy with lust before I fucked her. I’d skipped a few steps in my impatience.

  There’s always next time, I thought, and grinned.

  “Trent,” Jessi said through her pants, nails digging even harder into my back to the point I thought she wanted to draw blood on purpose.

  I hummed to let her know I was listening but didn’t stop kissing all over her cheek and down to her neck, pausing here and there for a nip and a light suck. I had a moment where I was tempted to leave some mark on her. The impulse was so strong I almost did it and only managed not to by pulling myself away at the last minute.

  We both worked at the hotel, but I knew it would be harder for Jessi to explain the kind of mark I wanted to leave.

  “I loved it especially when
you were moving,” she admitted. “Can we please go back to that?”

  I chuckled and nipped on her chin.

  “Whatever you want, Jessi,” I murmured, then moved.

  Her reaction was immediate, gasping moans falling out of her mouth as she squirmed and writhed underneath me. I smirked devilishly down at her as I moved my hips in slow, deep thrusts. Enough to drive her crazy, but not enough to get her to come. I’d skipped the foreplay, so I’d at least make this part last. I wouldn’t let her see just how much effort it was taking for me to go slow, though. I was barely hanging on by a thread.

  “Trent!” she cried out, with more urgency in her tone.

  A shiver went down my back when she called my name like that. I let out a low growl as I started to move just a little bit faster. I moved the arm I was still bracing myself down with, instead of wrapping it around Jessi’s shoulders. I carefully lay my weight down on top of her, but she didn’t protest. Just moaned and squirmed some more.

  I groaned as I moved just a little bit faster. Her warm, wet walls trembled around my cock with every one of my thrusts, and I picked up the pace a little bit at a time. I placed kisses all over her face, down her cheek to her neck, pausing to place a kiss just beneath her ear. The kisses continued down her neck, and I bowed my back a little to continue down her chest until I found one of her breasts.

  “Would you like me to touch you here?” I asked.

  I didn’t need to. She was practically holding her breath as she waited for me, but I would let her wait until I got an answer to my question. I licked teasing circles around the top of her breasts, moving down a bit, only to slide back up.

  “Hurry up,” she moaned, one of her hands sliding up from my back to tangle in my hair and tug on it. I grinned at her skin as I let her guide me where she wanted me.

  “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered, glancing up at her.

  She met my gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from my kisses and panting for breath. She looked so damn delectable that I wanted to ravish her whole.

  “Here,” she said softly, pushing my head tentatively down on her breasts as she arched her back just a little. “I need you, right here.”

  At that, my focus returned to where it had been before. I licked a careful circle around one pink nipple as her body shuddered out a sigh. I looked up to meet her eyes again as I flicked the tip of my tongue on her nipple. The shock was obvious on her face, her eyes widening as her mouth fell slack. I did it again, and again, watching her face the whole time. Then I circled my mouth around her nipple and sucked gently.

  “Just like that,” she groaned, tipping her head back and pushing her breasts into my face. “Feels so good…”

  Encouraged by her breathy sighs, I moved my ministrations to her other breast, sucking harder on it, then rolling it gently between my teeth and licking it. I teased at her nipples until they were both flushed and a little swollen. I was tempted to continue, but I didn’t want to hurt her.

  I kissed my way up the valley between her breasts, up her throat, over her chin, and to her mouth. She melted into my kiss

  I let out a groan of my own as I held her close and thrust faster into her. My last thread of control was pretty much broken. She looked too good under me for me to draw this out for long, and I started fucking her in earnest, pulling louder moans and cries from her lips that only made me move faster. I held her close and fucked her hard, burying my face in her shoulder and biting down on her neck.

  “Trent!”

  I hissed at how she said my name, all desperate and wanting to come. I loved it, and it pushed me that much closer to the edge. I could feel sparks of electricity shooting up and down my spine, and I knew I was drawing close. I listened to Jessi’s gasping breaths and cries. She had to come before I did, and with my focus on that, I slammed my hips against hers as I fucked her even harder, just that little bit faster, grinding myself into her clit to give that added pleasurable friction.

  Jessi let out a short scream as her body seized up in my arms. Then her walls were convulsing hard around my cock as she shuddered through her orgasm. Letting out a growl, my hips slammed against hers in a few harsh, erratic thrusts, and I went still as I hit my climax. We held each other close, then slumped into the bed as we calmed down. I rolled us over so I wouldn’t crush her into the mattress, loosening my hold.

  “Wow,” I murmured, burying my face in her hair, taking in her scent, then pulling back to grin down at her.

  She stared at me, dazed. “What?”

  I chuckled. “That was amazing, and I’m glad you agree. Look at you, all speechless.”

  She blinked up at me.

  I tugged the covers over the both of us. We were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I knew she’d start to feel the chill as it cooled down. My legs shifted, and I winced when I felt my limp, wet cock against my thigh.

  “Give me a minute,” I grumbled, moving to get out of the bed.

  But Jessi didn’t let me get far, her hand clutching at my bicep to keep me still.

  “Wait!” she cried out, only to squirm under the covers when she realized she’d been a little loud.

  I grinned at her cute antics. “What is it?” I asked, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  My chest swelled a little in pride. She didn’t want me going anywhere. The thought made me break out into a larger grin, and I couldn’t remember the last time I was this happy, or entertained, while in bed with someone. Usually, by this point, either I or the woman would be getting out of bed and getting ready to leave.

  But why did Jessi look so shifty?

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I reassured her. “I was just going to get something to clean us both up.”

  I hadn’t used a condom, I realized. I didn’t exactly have any on me because I’d come home with clear goals in mind, and sex had never been in that set of goals. I had to hope she was protected and go about the business of bringing her a towel to clean up.

  “It’s fine,” she said quickly, tugging on the hold she had on my arm.

  I frowned but decided I didn’t need to go anywhere after all. I watched as she sighed and closed her eyes, snuggling into my pillow. A minute later, her breathing had slowed down and evened out, and I knew she’d fallen asleep, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. There was something peaceful about the way she slept as if everything that was wrong had all of a sudden disappeared and it brought a smile to my face just watching her.

  When did you get this beautiful, Jessi?

  I knew the truth was that she always had been. She was just more grown up now. I hadn't expected she’d ever wind up in my bed though. Or just how much I’d loved having her in it.

  It would have been wonderful if I could have something like this. I knew it was impossible, but I indulged myself in it just a bit. If I hadn't been so stuck up when she confessed to me when we were young, or if I had returned her kiss then we would have been together. We’d have got married and already started a family together. It was something I didn’t see in the cards for my future, but the thought of a family with Jessi sounded divine for some reason.

  Why couldn’t it happen? I questioned myself for the first time.

  I pulled her close, tucking her into my chest. She let out a sigh, her arms going around me as she ducked her head under my chin. I closed my eyes, buried my face in her hair, and inhaled her scent again.

  Like that, we fell asleep, and I felt peace for the first time I could remember without having to resort to sleeping pills. I couldn’t help but dream of all the things I could have with Jessi.

  When I woke up in the morning, she was gone.

  10

  Jessi

  I woke up feeling a little strange—as if I’d been taken captive by aliens, but I knew there were two reasons for me feeling this way.

  I was really warm, almost uncomfortably warm, and I was sweating slightly as I traced a fin
ger on my sheets. The other issue was the fact my head was hurting so much. It was an uncontrollable pain, as if my head was about to explode. I tried to move my head, but I couldn’t because it felt as if it was an erupting volcano.

  What the fuck was I thinking last night? I thought to myself with a light groan.

  I didn’t often drink, even when it was wine. The most I’d ever had was when some of the pastries I made needed wine in them. Like my parents, I took the occasional champagne at a party, and wine was saved for special occasions.

  And yet, Laura and I had gone through two bottles last night, which I would have to remember to replace before the rest of the staff realized, or I’d be in some serious trouble because they were both expensive bottles. Not only was I hung over, my skin felt icky with dried sweat, and the inside of my mouth tasted disgusting.

  I couldn’t even remember most of what she and I had talked about and I wondered if I’d told her anything particularly incriminating. We were having fun, and it was the first time for me in a long time, so I’d let myself go.

  Regret curled into my stomach now. Not only regret, I realized, as my stomach gurgled and I had a moment where I was worried the wine and cake from last night would come right back up. I frowned and curled in on myself as much as I could, swallowing down the need to vomit. The wave of nausea passed, and I let out a sigh.

  But then, there was a third thing. I was in a bed that wasn’t my own because it was too large and soft. There was also the fact I wasn’t alone in it. In fact, I couldn’t curl up much when I tried, because I was being held close to a body larger than mine by strong arms.

  My memories from last night weren’t all gone, and I knew who I would see when I opened my eyes. I didn’t want to, just yet, because I knew the moment I did, I would want to run away.