When I finally get to my floor, I go to my room quickly, passing by Jason’s. Of course I could wait for him outside his room. There’s no one around, and it’s late. The only people around are the people on the night shift, working around the clock to keep the hotel nice and running smoothly for the guests.
But I pass his door and go to my own room like he had told me to. He goes to his room. I go to mine. That’s it.
I get inside and exhale deeply, kicking my shoes off. I quickly slip out of my dress and lay it down on the bed, pulling on my white robe as I hear a knock at my door.
I pad over and check the peephole. It’s Jason, and he has one hand up on the frame of the door, the other casually on his hip.
My heart flips inside my chest as I take a deep breath and open the door.
“You like this,” he says, slipping past me. His scent fills my brain with something familiar and foreign.
And he turns around when he gets inside, drawing me in close to him as I allow the door to close behind us.
Jason Anderson has his hands all over me before I even have time to think.
“I’m glad you’re already out of that dress,” he breathes, pushing my robe down my shoulders. It lands on the floor in a pool around me, leaving me just in my bra and panties. “I was gonna rip it off you if you were still in it.”
Slowly, he slips his fingers under the straps of my bra and pulls them down, kissing my shoulders gently with those sinful lips of his, the ones I’ve fantasized about trailing kisses down my belly for years.
I hold onto him tight, my fingers grabbing his shirt like I’m drowning and need something to hold onto. The intensity inside my body is nearly unbearable as he guides me over to the bed, pushing me down gently.
Jason looks down at me and takes his hands away from my shoulders, leaving my bra straps slipping down them. I feel raw, exposed. Half-dressed, half-undone, and completely in awe of him.
Slowly, he undoes his belt in front of my eyes and pushes his pants and shorts down, letting his cock spring up forcefully. I whimper as he takes it in his hand, pushes it against my lips and leaves a trail of salty-hot precum against them.
This is dirty. This isn’t what I fantasized about after saying goodnight to him. I thought about him in the most vague, abstract terms, and everything was lovey-dovey and sweet and quiet. But of course that isn’t him at all. There’s nothing quiet about him, even though I’ve seen his sweet side many times over the years.
Yeah, that whole anecdote he came up with for Cynthia earlier, that was all true. We really did slip little gifts into each others’ mailboxes our whole lives.
It just never culminated in an engagement ring. That would be a really cute thing to do, though.
But as I allow my thoughts to wander toward what could be with him, he brings me squarely back to reality by pushing his cock past my lips slowly, letting me taste and feel every single inch of his thickness.
“Take it all, baby,” he groans as he slides himself into my mouth. I feel so damn sexy watching his abs as he pulls his shirt off over his head. I wonder what the other beauty queens would think if they knew I had the fucking hottest guy in this hotel’s cock shoved deep between my lips right now.
Jason tips a thumb under my chin, and I know he’s checking to make sure I’m alright. He looks deep into my eyes and bites his bottom lip, making the insides of my thighs even stickier than they already were. I want to reach down and touch myself, but I feel a little strange thinking about that. I’m not very experienced. But the look in Jason’s eyes makes me know that by the end of this week, I’m going to be very experienced.
I start rocking back and forth with his cock in his mouth, just wanting to feel him in the back of my throat, against my tongue. I swirl my mouth up and down his full length, throbbing and so damn sexy. He is easily the sexiest guy I’ve ever been with - and it feels crazy to think about, but he’s also the sexiest guy I’ve ever met.
I feel my belly flip over as he wraps his fist around the base of his cock, pushing himself into my mouth. I feel his fist bump up against my lips and he groans, his head falling back as he puts his other hand on the back of my head.
“Cassie, I don’t wanna cum,” he growls, “but you’re just so fucking hot like this.”
His words just make me go faster, sliding him in and out of my mouth like I can’t get enough of him.
“Fuck, you gotta stop,” he groans, pulling himself away from me. “I’m not gonna cum unless you cum.”
I feel his cock pull away from my lips and I look up at him as he kneels down in front of me, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra in one fluid, confident motion.
Jason takes my breasts in his hands, sucking one between his lips, and I watch in total hot frustration as his tongue darts out, sweeping against my nipple as the other is being teased by his fingers.
“Shit,” I moan shallowly. Jason pushes my body back on the bed and crawls on top of me, sliding himself up my body until his lips crush against mine.
I open up, feeling myself become lost and completely engulfed in the fire between us. I am hyper-aware of every single spark of pleasure inside my body, but I feel like I’m being swallowed whole, all of my senses being obliterated.
Jason’s mouth works against mine, and I hungrily kiss him back as I feel his fingers come to the inside of my thigh.
“How fucking wet are you?” he moans into my mouth, yanking my panties to the side roughly. He pushes two thick fingers deep inside me and rocks his thumb against my clit, grinding against it wildly.
Each tiny movement of his thumb rocking against my clit sends my body roaring toward an orgasm.
And then he stops, pulling his fingers away from me. I feel myself close up where he was, where he should still be.
“What’s the matter?” I breath, my eyes flying open.
He says nothing; instead, I watch as he kneels between my legs, grabs my hips and flips me over.
I’m still wearing just my panties, but he pulls my hips up so my ass is in the air. He pulls my panties down my ass, then my thighs, and leaves them around my knees.
Then I feel his hands come down on my ass and his tongue slide against my clit from behind.
“Oh my god,” I moan, surprised by the slick sensation against me.
He flicks his tongue against me, spreading me open with his fingers, then slides his tongue from my clit all the way against my wet seam, forcing it inside my slick channel.
I feel my eyes as they force themselves closed, and everything inside my field of vision is purple and black.
“I’m gonna cum, Jason,” I moan, my voice surprising me when I say it. “I’m gonna cum.”
He doesn’t take that as a cue to stop, not that I wanted him to. With the pressure building and intensifying inside my clit, to the point where I can no longer stand it and I feel like I’ll explode at any second, he pushes his tongue hungrily inside my pussy, fucking me with it, making it stiff and wet as his fingers come around to my front, where he massages my clit hard and fast, making me cum instantly.
I feel my legs tremble and become weak as I cry out, unable to keep myself together. He keeps eating me out from behind, never stopping what he is doing, never even slowing down.
“Fuck,” I groan, putting my hands on the wall in front of me, “please Jason, don’t stop!”
He keeps going as I cum, wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs.
“I have to stop, baby,” he groans, “because I need to fuck you.”
That’s right. I haven’t had his cock inside me yet. I’ve had his fingers and his tongue buried deep inside me, but his cock - perfect, thick, and the absolute best thing I’ve ever seen sliding in and out of my pussy last night - hasn’t been inside me yet.
“Stay right there,” he says, smacking my ass gently. I listen as a condom wrapper is torn open. Then he comes back behind me and presses his cock against my wetness, but doesn’t enter me.
“God, you are so sex
y, Cassie,” he says, dragging his thickness against my seam.
“Please put it in me,” I groan as the tip of his cock connects with my clit, “please.”
He laughs gently, his hands roaming over my full ass, taking his time.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, Cass,” he throws back at me, an infuriatingly cavalier inflection coloring his words.
I feel my nails dig into the wall in front of me as he takes the tip of his cock and drags it gently against my clit, making me even wetter. His hands come down on my ass as one of his knees knocks gently against mine, making my legs spread farther apart.
“That’s it baby,” he says, taking my ass in his hands and guiding me onto his lap. I sigh loudly as he guides me onto the tip of his cock, lowering me down slowly as he inches inside me in a steady thrust.
“Fuck, Jason,” I moan, my hands coming away from the wall. I put my hands on his knees, my legs spread wide, knees on either side of his lap. He squeezes my ass hard as he maneuvers me up and down on his thick cock.
I feel like I’m being split in two as he slowly guides me up and down on his thickness, stretching my pussy wide around him, wrapping him up with wetness and pure sex.
“You feel really good, girl,” he groans into my ear, pushing my hair away from my shoulder. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and nibbles lightly as his hands move away from my ass and begin to roam over my body, touching my breasts, my legs, my clit.
I feel as his cock begins jerking deep inside me with each thrust. Every time he hits the deepest place inside my pussy, he goes a little bit deeper.
Suddenly, he pulls almost all the way out of me, then pushes me forward so I’m on all fours. He grabs my hair and I feel him wrap it around his fist, making me moan in pure hot ecstasy.
“This okay with you?” he growls, fucking me slowly.
“Yes,” I moan, “it’s okay.”
He speeds up, pounding at my pussy over and over, and when I finally feel his cock beginning to sputter over the edge of throbbing and about to explode inside me, he presses his fingers hard against my clit, sending me over the edge again, with him this time.
“You are fucking perfect, Cass,” he groans, cumming deep inside me as my pussy tenses and explodes all over him.
I feel lost inside my orgasm as we both cum together with a delicious, forbidden dirtiness that makes it feel all the more perfect.
My pussy pulses against him as he slows down and then stops, in no hurry at all to pull away from me.
I exhale softly as he allows his hands to roam over my body, guiding me gently as we both lie down with our back flat against the bed and our eyes watching the ceiling.
“That was…” I start, at a loss for words. I guess I don’t have to say anything in this situation, and being at a loss for words right now is acceptable. But still, for some reason I feel like I should say something. What, though, I’m not sure.
Because it was perfect. It was hot. It was incredible, and he was caring and thoughtful and sexy and in control all at the same time.
“That was perfect sex,” Jason says, rolling over to face me. He props himself up on his elbow and grabs the edge of the duvet cover from the other side of the bed, pulling it over both of us. He slides his hand against my belly, smiles at me and then puts his head down next to me.
He’s right. It was perfect. There’s no other way to describe it.
“As good as it was, I’d still like to continue being careful,” I say cautiously, lacing my fingers through his.
“Oh, this is me being careful,” he says, “if we weren’t being careful, I’d have pulled you into the mens room at the bar, pulled your panties to the side and fucked you right against the sinks.”
My belly flips and I look over at him, eyes wide.
He wouldn’t…
“If you think I’m kidding, try me,” he says, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
He nestles down into my shoulder as I switch my focus back to the ceiling.
I can’t believe Jason Anderson is falling asleep with my fingers laced through his right now.
I close my eyes and throw an arm against my forehead. I can’t believe this is happening.
It just feels too damn good.
13
Jason
“This is all wrong,” a buzzy woman with a clipboard says, shuffling back and forth on stage in front of us.
Four other guys are sitting with me in rusty old shitty folding chairs lined up at the edge of the stage, facing stage up. The curtains on either side of us are being pulled aside by some intern with a headset strapped around his face and a walkie-talkie in a holster.
The stage is pretty damn impressive, but I’ve seen ones that are much bigger and better. They should replace their old pulley system. There aren’t many professional theaters still using this kind of outdated technology. It’s not even outdated, exactly. It’s more like ancient.
I could spruce this fucking place up in six months. I could update this place and make it state-of-the-art, a premiere venue.
But I guess they like their old rickety pulley system and their spotlights that are expensive, bulky and a drain on the environment.
A loud crash from stage left snaps me back into the present moment.
“Damn it, William!” clipboard lady screeches, her low heels clacking across the stage as she hauls ass over to the source of the commotion.
I glance over at a couple of the other guys and they shake their heads, laughing.
This is the crew they’ve assembled to be security for the pageant. They look capable, confident, and a little bit bored.
“Let me see if there’s anything I can do to help out,” I say to no one in particular, getting up and jogging over backstage to see what the hell is going on.
“This is wrong,” clipboard lady says, stomping on the dull floor backstage. “We are supposed to have the pink curtain for this event.”
I look up and observe that they have a series of curtain pulls up by the ceiling.
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” I interject, saving the intern from having to draw upon knowledge he may or may not have. “You just need another couple guys to install the curtain you want,” I say, pointing up to the high ceiling over the stage, “over there and there. Me and another one of the guys could probably help.”
“And who are you,” clipboard lady asks with her nose in the air.
“I’m one of the guards,” I say. “I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help out over here?” I glance past her shoulder and see the intern looking down at his feet as though the mystery of the universe is contained in the pattern of the wood on the floor, and past him, I see Cynthia with her pen and notebook, interviewing a pair of girls who I assume are competing this week.
Clipboard lady sizes me up, though I don’t bother to size her up in return. I already know she is completely frazzled, way overworked, and could use a hand.
“It’s alright,” she softens.
She is as young as the women in the pageant, but with a hardness about her. She’s wearing a pantsuit and I know she wants to look very official with her hair pulled back into a low, tight bun.
“You sure?” I ask, “I can help if needed.”
“It’s okay...Jason, was it?” she says, looking down at her clipboard.
“That’s right,” I say. We walk back over to the row of guys sitting on the stage and she motions for me to sit down.
“Thank you Jason, but that won’t be necessary. Okay, listen,” she directs to me and the rest of the guys, “I’ll make this quick. This will serve as an orientation of sorts. The theater has its own security, as do the hotel and the pageant organization. So what you six have been assigned to is to provide auxiliary service during the televised portions of the pageant. You are the guards who are visible to the public. And you will be expected to protect the girls just as well as the employees of the hotel and theater do.”
“Like a babys
itter?” one of the guys interjects, raising two fingers in the air.
“Unfortunately,” the woman sighs, “yes. In some respects. As the faces of the pageant, you will not be in uniform. You will be expected to keep an eye on the girls, for the most part. You are to be seen and not heard. Of course you will be expected to report anything that seems strange. You all come highly recommended and with stellar backgrounds and have all completed state-required training, so I don’t have to go into details about what you should be on the lookout for. But I will anyway.”
I know what she’s going to say. Before my hybrid role as guard and roadie on my last tour, I was a temporary bouncer at a club in my hometown, and I know exactly what to look out for.
Any shady characters - that’s the first thing. And while shady might seem like a vague term, it really isn’t. Picture what you assume to be a person who is at an event for enjoyment, fun, even to blow off steam.
Anyone acting even a little bit differently from what is considered normal is to be treated with suspicion. I’m not heavy-handed and I think I’m pretty damn good at reading people, and I’ve never had anything bad happen on my watch. That’s not praise for my abilities, though. It just means that, usually, people are decent and pretty fucking normal.
Clipboard lady starts into what we should be on the lookout for, as it relates to the girls’ behavior this week, because that’s the real reason we’re here.
“Look out for any of the girls doing shots,” she says with a nervous laugh. “This may seem like common sense, but I’ve learned over the past few years that common sense is not so common. Look out for men around the girls. Of course the hotel is a semi-public space, and people are going to be able to infiltrate us. The girls can talk to whomever they want, of course, but if any men start to get handsy, you don’t have to be shy about telling them to get lost.”
She looks down at her clipboard and checks off an item.
“Dancing. Tables. Look out for these, either individually or in conjunction with each other. This ties into my earlier point about shots. I don’t think I have to explain this.”
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