by Alyssa Kale
We pull up in front of one of the most extravagant hotels in Clarence. Does he live here? I’ve heard of celebrities living in hotels, but I figured Braxton Lee to be more of a high rise with a view kind of guy. The car comes to a stop, and we pile out before Braxton says goodbye to the driver and once again taps something out on his phone. The gratuity, I assume. I hope that phone can round up some condoms, because I surely don’t have any.
Once again taking my hand, he guides us into the hotel. When he bypasses the registration desk, I ask what’s been on my mind.
“Do you live here?”
“What? No.”
“Oh. Well, shouldn’t we check in?” Or does he have a room on the ready for picking up women at the bar? Oh my goodness, I can’t do this.
Stumbling as I slow my pace, he turns to face me.
“I used the app on my phone. Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched on his gorgeous face.
Am I? Part of me is grateful he has a hotel room. It depersonalizes this night. Makes it more of what it is—a hookup. A one-night stand. A romp between two consenting adults with no commitments. Still, it gives me pause, but then I catch a whiff of his cologne, and any doubts I had are overshadowed by undeniable desire.
I simply nod. Braxton does the one thing that has my mind pushing the doubt aside and wishing we were already in the room. He steps into my space, his hand releasing mine as he captures my eyes, his gaze intense and full of fire. Slowly, his hands slide up my arms, sending goose bumps across my skin. When his hands stop at my neck, his thumbs gently rub circles on my clavicle.
A nervous flutter starts low in my belly but doesn’t last long as it gradually morphs into something more, settling between my legs. When his lips land on mine, I lose all sense of reality. This kiss is slow. Soft and tentative. It is the complete opposite of what I’d expect from a player like Braxton. Yet, as his hands cup my cheeks, I relish in the gentleness. Before I can really enjoy what’s happening, his lips release mine, and I miss the feeling immediately.
“Ready?”
The man has rendered me speechless, and all I can do is smile and nod. At some point, my head is going to bob right off my neck with all the nodding I’m doing. Yet, I can’t seem to stop. Braxton pushes the elevator button. I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Kendall. Not surprising, she has already sent me a couple of texts.
Kendall: You got this. Let out your inner sex kitten.
Kendall: Rawr. [cat emoji] [eggplant emoji]
Goodness, this woman. I send off a laughy face emoji with an eye-roll emoji along with my location. She replies quickly.
Kendall: Have fun. Love you.
When the elevator dings, I put my phone back in my purse and try to muster up some of my inner sex kitten.
11
* * *
BRAXTON
Sexual tension surrounds us as I lead Sophie down the hall toward the room I booked. In the lobby, I could tell she was second guessing this night. There’s no denying we have chemistry and are attracted to one another. I felt her shiver each time my hand brushed against her back at the bar. I didn’t need to sit that close to her; I could have shifted my seat.
Truthfully, I have no expectations when we step through this door. Do I want to ravish her and have her screaming my name? Hell yes. I want nothing more. But, if she tells me to stop and all she grants me is a handful of kisses and a promise of time together, I’ll take it.
I hope she doesn’t change her mind. As much as I doubt a one-night stand with an almost stranger is part of her everyday life, maybe letting loose and giving in to whatever tension is between us will be a welcome change.
As we step into the room, Sophie looks around, taking in the space. It isn’t a suite, but if I’ve learned anything with this chain, it’s that there is no bad room. Each is luxurious and offers a beautiful view of downtown.
“I’m going to freshen up.” Scurrying to the bathroom, she closes the door behind her, and I hear the water begin to run. Moving about the room, I adjust the air conditioner, check the mini bar and fridge, and pull the curtains open, leaving only the sheer shade to filter the moon and downtown lights.
Kicking off my shoes, I contemplate turning on the television or queuing up a playlist on my phone. The television would be a surefire way to end this night early, so I scan my playlists but find nothing that fits the mood. Instead, I search “sex playlist,” and lo and behold, a dozen public lists display. Tapping on one, I set my phone on the nightstand just as the bathroom door opens.
When Sophie emerges, the darkness of the room makes it so I can just make out her face and the outline of her body. Slowly, she crosses the room, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. Damn, she’s gorgeous. Taking the few steps to stand at the foot of the bed, I wait for her to do something. Her posture is straight. Confident. Her hair is a little fuller than it was in the car, and if I’m not mistaken, her shirt is tugged a little lower, showing off her cleavage.
“Would you like something to drink?” I offer.
“No, thank you.” Her voice is like a lighter, igniting something deep inside me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. Maybe part of me has been waiting for Sophie. For someone who I feel in my bones won’t betray me. She wouldn’t use me for fame.
With another step, I’m closer to her, and her features are more prominent. Wide eyes, full lips, and the most perfect pair of tits—she’s a vision. Resting my hand on her hip, I pull her flush to my body and give her the time to call it quits and send me home with a serious set of blue balls. Instead, I see a look that can only be describe as wanton. Come and get me, Braxton. I’m ready for you.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Or in this case, once. I capture her lips with mine, and unlike our kiss downstairs, this is passion and lust. Two adults pleading with each swipe of a tongue and satisfying with each moan of desire. Her hands grip my shirt, her lower body straddling my leg. Her heat radiates through her jeans, penetrating mine. God, I need to touch her. To taste every inch of her body.
Before we go any further, I pull back and place my hand on her cheek. My thumb strokes the top of her cheekbone, coaxing her to look at me. She does. “Are you sure you want this?” I ask, because I know once I start, I won’t be able to stop. She’s just too damn delectable.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want this.”
I almost don’t recognize my voice as I speak. It is deep and full of need. “You are so fucking sexy. I cannot wait to have you naked beneath me.”
Sophie visibly shivers at my words, and I waste no time tugging her shirt from her body and tossing it to the side. Her fingers slip beneath my shirt, gliding across my skin. I work hard for my body and know it’s near perfect, but the short intake of breath when I flex my abs confirms she sees it too.
Her hands move up my torso, leaving a trail of hot, wanting, warmth in their wake. Fuuuck. Her hands feel so good.
Needing to taste her again, I pick her up, my mouth on hers as our tongues dance and teeth nibble. God, she’s amazing. Placing her on the large bed, I quickly strip off most of my clothes, and she soon follows suit, with her in only her bra and panties. I adjust myself in my boxer briefs. I’m hard as a rock, and if she were to touch me, I’d come without ever being inside her.
Closing my eyes to calm my libido, I take a few cleansing breaths before opening them and finding her covering up her near nakedness.
“Don’t do that. Don’t cover up. You’re beautiful,” I tell her as I crawl over her, hovering as she lies down, her hair spread out behind her like a halo.
“Just perfect,” I whisper before dipping my lips to the top of her breast. Licking and sucking as I tug the lacy cup of her bra down, her peaked nipple popping free. Swirling my tongue, I tease her and am rewarded with the hottest moan that is a direct shot to my dick. This bra is sexy, but it’s also in the way of what I need. With one flick of my fingers, I release the clasp, and Sophie sheds the lingerie. Relishing in the feeling of
her skin on my skin, her hands in my hair, and her moans filling the room, I make a slow, sweet dissent to where I really want to be.
Tugging her panties aside, I blow lightly, making her squirm and lift her hips slightly. Slowly, I extend my tongue and groan as I get my first taste of her. Sweet heaven. Twisting the fabric of her panties, I tug them harder as I begin to lick and suck, tasting everything she has to give. Her hands grip the sheets as sounds of pure ecstasy fill the room. My dick is hard, and the need for friction is overwhelming, but instead of satisfying that need, I focus on drawing more from Sophie. Glancing up, I catch her watching me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world.
Inserting a finger between her swollen folds, I focus my mouth on her clit, sucking it as she begins to chant a series of words that make no sense but drive me, nonetheless. Adding another finger, I feel her tighten and milk the digits as she nears her climax. The need for relief is almost too much, and I have to reach down and squeeze the base of my dick.
Sophie lifts her hips, fucking my mouth as she moans. “Mmm, Brax. Don’t stop.”
Not a chance. I watch as her stomach tightens and her hands shift from the sheets to my hair, tugging and pulling as she releases a squeal and then a long “Ahhh” as the tension in her body slowly relaxes.
There’s no need to hide my cocky smile. Satisfying a woman is always my priority, and there is no doubt Sophie is very satisfied. Only, instead of returning my smile, she’s thrown her head back, arm flung over her eyes. She’s embarrassed.
“Hey,” I say gently as I grab her hand and slowly lift it up. “Don’t hide.”
“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I’ve just never had an experience like that in my life.”
Tugging her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I pull her attention from whatever is on her mind. “That’s because you’d never had a Braxton Lee orgasm.”
She giggles as I waggle my eyebrows. The heaviness that was threatening to settle in her fizzles before it can gain legs, and all is right again.
Sophie rises, pushing me to stand. I open my mouth to question what she’s doing but stop when her hands land on the waistband of my boxer briefs. Slowly. Torturously. She begins to slide them down my hips. I just watch her in amazement as her eyes light up and her tongue licks her bottom lip. She slides them down and waits for me to step out of them.
My dick springs free, hard and sticking straight out from my body. To my surprise, there is no hesitation as Sophie wraps her small hand around my cock, slowly stroking it from base to tip. My eyes close as I relish in the feeling. Her strokes are unhurried, and I lift my hands to her hair, my fingers tangling in the tresses. Then her tongue licks the tip, and I feel her lips wrap around the head.
Holy. Fuck.
She’s sucking and moaning, one hand gliding up my shaft while the other grips my ass. Brushing her hair from her face, I twist it in my hand, tugging lightly as she sucks and licks. Fuck. I’m going to come.
“Fuck, Sophie. Goddamn, your mouth is heaven, but you have to…. Oh fuck. Baby, you have to stop.” Pulling back, her mouth forms an O as she looks up at me through her lashes, worry clouding her eyes. Leaning down, I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue and realizing she tastes of her own flavor.
“That was the best blowjob of my life, but when I come, I want to be balls-deep in your sweet pussy.”
Eyes widening, Sophie slides back onto the bed, slipping her panties from her body. I grab my pants and pull a condom from my wallet. I’ve had a condom in my wallet since I was fifteen years old and have never been more grateful for that habit than I am now.
Sheathing myself quickly, I prowl up Sophie’s body, placing kisses on her skin along the way. When we’re face-to-face, I catch her beautiful smile as her hands rest on my hips.
“You like what you see?” I ask cockily.
“Yes, very much so,” she replies in a sultry voice.
“Good, because I want to be inside you.”
Lining up to her entrance, I slowly guide myself in. Jesus. I knew her pussy would feel amazing, but I had no idea just how much. I capture her mouth as she releases a low, guttural moan. Moving my hips, I let her adjust before I do much more. My hesitation is for naught, because it’s Sophie who lifts her hips, setting the pace that I join. Moving together, our bodies fully in sync, we moan and call each other’s name. Pinching her nipple and then lapping at it with my tongue, I feel her tighten, her climax building.
I lift her leg, bringing her knee to her shoulder, allowing me to go deeper and hit the sweetest spot inside her. That move draws a long and expletive-filled moan from her, and it is all I need to pick up the pace, pumping and chasing then finding my own orgasm.
Falling on top of her, ensuring I don’t crush her beneath me, I place a series of kisses to her shoulder. We’re both breathing as if we just ran our fastest mile. Once I’m able to compile a rational thought, I fling myself off her body and to the side.
The playlist is still going, a sultry song filling the void between us. A few minutes later, I garner enough energy to climb out of the bed and dispose of the condom. With a wet washcloth, I exit the bathroom and stop to admire Sophie. Curled onto her side, her eyes are closed, but she must feel me watching her, because slowly they blink open. Even fighting sleep, she takes my breath away. I make my way to her and slip the washcloth between her legs. She flinches at the cool cloth but smiles serenely when I place a kiss to her forehead.
After tossing the washcloth onto the bathroom floor, I do something I’ve not done in a very long time. I climb into bed, pulling her body flush to mine. I get a hotel room for a reason. No canoodling. No cuddling. It’s not something I ever do. Something I never have the desire to do. But with her, it’s different.
I’m fucked.
12
* * *
SOPHIE
When I wake up, I am in a blissful post-coital haze. Partially not believing I just did this, and partially thankful I did, because that was literally the best sex I’ve ever had.
I stay in that haze for just a few seconds until I realize I’m alone. The deafening silence is a dead giveaway. Blinking, I focus on the room and slowly rise, keeping myself covered with the sheet. Sunlight fills the space, the curtains still open from last night. Lifting my hand to my head, I cringe at the rat’s nest that is my hair. Sex hair.
My eyes scan the room, looking for a sign that Braxton is still here. There is nothing. He’s nowhere to be found. I don’t know why this upsets me. I went into this knowing it was just a one-night stand. Nothing more.
It’s still early, so I might as well make use of the bathroom and the amazing water pressure. I may have to do the walk of shame in my clothes from last night, but I can at least do it after a shower. Slipping out of bed, I pad my way to the large bathroom. The lights are blinding as I flip the switch, and it takes a few blinks for my eyes to adjust. A large walk-in shower sits in the corner with a massive sunken tub nestled next to a gigantic window overlooking the city, and I weigh my options between a shower and bath.
My reward for the choice is a huge rain showerhead. Turning the taps, I grab the travel-size shampoo and conditioner from the counter before stepping into the space. I delight in the feeling of the hot water cascading down my body, relaxing each sore muscle one at a time. My thoughts turn to memories of last night.
Braxton’s warm hands caressing my body. The desire to take him into my mouth—something I’ve never been fond of doing. Something I want nothing more than to do again. His tongue lapping between my legs like a man starved, bringing me to the most intense orgasm of my life.
Just thinking of him touching me and the way he felt filling me as he fucked me senseless has me flushed and turned on. Squirting shampoo in my hand, I lather my hair, scrubbing my scalp before running my soapy hands down my body, imagining it’s Braxton caressing my chest, tweaking my nipples, and sliding down my torso. With a mind of their own, my hands slide down my stomach to the part of me aching to be touched aga
in.
As I begin to circle my clit, I think of Braxton’s body and how it’s more perfect than I could ever imagine. The way his muscles flexed with each movement and his jaw ticked as he tried to hold off his climax. Each move a graceful testament to how hard he works to stay in shape.
While my right hand teases my entrance, my left hand tugs and twists at my nipples. I try and fail to achieve the perfect combination of tenderness and roughness Braxton managed.
Twisting and flicking, I let go, feeling the warm water beating down on me, the slow build of an orgasm rearing its head as I tug and flick. My fingers work myself into a deep abyss of pleasure. I moan as I bring myself to orgasm, wishing it wasn’t me doing the work but Braxton. His mouth. His fingers. His cock. Him.
As I step out of the shower, I’m slightly embarrassed for what I just did. I’ve masturbated many times, but usually in the comfort of my own bed and not after a night of amazing sex. Most definitely not with Jared knowing. He hated when I masturbated, saying he was offended I wanted to get myself off instead of him doing it. More than once, after returning from a work trip or long night, he would smell my toys to see if I had used them. What the idiot didn’t realize was those things had to be cleaned after use anyway.
Thoughts like this remind me that I am thankful Jared and I are no longer in a relationship. I’m glad that fucker cheated on me. I got rid of Maddie and him with one stone.
Once I’ve dried off, I wrap the towel around my body and finger-comb my hair. Humming to myself, I step into the room in search of my clothes, when I hear, “Have a good shower?”