More to This

by Tess Keeler

  LaGuardia was busy, and Everly held onto Henley tight to make sure they didn’t lose one another. Not that there was a real chance of that, but the idea wouldn’t leave her thoughts.

  Almost thirty minutes later, they were pulling up to Everly’s favorite hotel, and she smiled her biggest, brightest smile. It was the Hyatt in Times Square, and she couldn’t wait to take Henley up to the 54th Floor Lounge.

  “You’re going to love this hotel, H. It’s my absolute favorite.”

  Ella looked back at them, smiling from the passenger seat of the Uber driver’s car. “Against my wishes, your dad booked you a room to share. I’m going to trust you’ll both be on your best behavior.”

  Henley clenched a little and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

  Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a room with Henley, especially if it had the floor to ceiling windows that she loved so much.

  It was better than that. They went straight up to their room, which was two floors higher than her parent’s room. Her dad had splurged, getting them a view suite that had a private balcony.

  “Oh my god, dad did NOT have to do this.” Her eyes were wide, her lips parted in surprise.

  Ella put her arm around her daughter as Henley moved forward to examine the room and put down their bags. “He wanted you two to have a great time. Especially with you saying this was Henley’s first time in the city.” Ella smiled, brushing down some of Everly’s hair. “Now, I’m going to go get ready to meet your dad for dinner. You two should do the same.”

  After her mother left, Everly moved to the wall length window where Henley was standing and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Beautiful view, hm?”

  “I love it. Why don’t you come here more often?”

  Everly leaned her cheek against his shoulder as she answered. “I hate being involved in my father’s fame. It’s weird. There’s even more pressure on me to be a certain way.”

  Her thought finished with that, and she shifted to look into his eyes. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Then, we can share the bathroom, sound good?”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  She pulled her dress from her suitcase, hoping it wasn’t too wrinkly. The delicate lace material of her dress made her shiver in anticipation for Henley to see her in it. It was a red lace from her collarbones to the hem above her knee. The small sleeves accented the olive tone to her skin, and the rest solid fabric underneath covered her small breasts from the sheer nature of the lace. Opting to not wear a bra, she gathered the new pair of black lace thongs she bought on her shopping trip with Mason prior to the trip. They had flower designs and outlined her ass perfectly.

  The shower she took was a little longer than she anticipated due to shaving.

  Once she was out, it didn’t take her long to dry off and get dressed. She opened the door to allow Henley access, just in case he needed to brush his teeth or hair.

  He didn’t immediately join her, so she began to blow dry her hair as her curling iron heated up. It was times like this where she considered cutting some length of her thick hair. But the end result always changed her mind. The curls fell over her chest perfectly, and she felt satisfied at the way her hair turned out.

  She could hear the TV playing in the background, and she peeked out to see Henley sitting in the chair near the large window, staring out into the city again. Smiling, she moved back in to start her makeup. Choosing brown as he palette of color, she finished her makeup with a deep red lipstick.

  It wasn’t until she was adding the finishing touches to her face that Henley appeared in the bathroom.

  He froze in the doorway, his eyes taking her in. His lips parted, but words didn’t come out right away. Finally, he said, “Wow.”

  “Wow, huh?” She smiled at him, her long eyelashes batting in his direction. She loved when he wore white, and the fitted white button up covering his torso was no exception. It was tucked into his black slacks, a black belt securing it inside the denim. His all familiar oxfords covered his feet, completing the look. The way the length of his hair curled near his eyebrow made her stomach flip. It brought the mint in his blue-green eyes, and she loved it. “I could say the same about you, H.” She turned to square her body with his, letting her eyes drift down and back up his body one last time.

  He took a step closer, shaking his head with a smile on his face. His palm smoothed over her hip and around to her back. “You make it impossible not to fall a little harder each day.”

  She could feel her face softening as she lifted her chin to keep her eyes on him. Her heart was swelling in her chest, and she pressed her lips together to check her lipstick. It was dry, and right now, there was a high possibility his face was going to be covered in it.

  Her hands fell to either side of his face, and she flexed to be on her tip toes so she could reach his lips. The kiss she placed on his lips was soft, but she had to fight herself not to deepen it. She pulled back, greeting him with a smile when their eyes reconnected.

  “If we get started, we’re definitely going to be late,” she teased, pecking his lips quickly again before stepping away.

  “Not necessarily,” he countered, tracing her spine with his fingertips. “What time are we needing to head out?”

  She sucked in a slow, shaky breath as his fingers drug over the length of her back. “We have forty-five minutes.”

  “Forty-five minutes, huh?” Shifting to move behind her, his hands met at her bellybutton. His left smoothed down towards her center, and the other caressed over her ribcage to cup her breast. His lips moved close to the back of her ear and he breathed out his words. “That’s enough time.”

  Her eyelids were heavy as they stared at Henley in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink, and she felt her legs tremble slightly as her body ignited under his touch.

  “That’s enough time to worship each other fully for the first time?” She tried to regain her composure long enough to tease him back.

  “I’m only going to worship you.”

  She could feel the buckle of his belt pressed into her back, the curve of his hips encasing her ass. His hands began to entice her, squeezing and massaging. A small whimper tumbled from her lips as his fingers worked their magic.

  Her hands covered each of his, and she fought off the urge to bite her lip. “You’re making it difficult to stand my ground,” she said huskily, her eyelids finally losing the battle to close.

  “I want you so bad, Everly.” His throaty voice was low and smoky, thick with the desire she felt growing against her. She swallowed hard.

  “I want you, too, H.” Her exhale staggered as she breathed out. “I don’t want to have to rush, though. I want to savor every second of you.” She forced her eyes open to watch his reaction.

  Their eyes met for a long moment before he kissed her jaw under her ear. “I can’t fucking wait.” His hands slid off of her body, and he turned to walk away. “I’ll be waiting.”

  She sighed, feeling the burning, pulling sensation between her legs. It would be a worthy reason to be late to dinner with her parents, if only they wouldn’t come to check on them.

  ———————————————————

  The tie-up black wedges she wore closed the four inches of height difference between her and Henley. She made the note that Henley really enjoyed when she wore heels, because he made multiple comments when she had worn them before. Even with all of her independence and confidence, she loved being sexy for only him.

  It was second nature, grabbing Henley’s hand as soon as they were situated. They spent most of their time together linked in some way, and she honestly couldn’t think of a time before she got to touch him. She squeezed his hand as they passed through the doorway to the restaurant, Ella leading the way.

  Her mother was in a navy pencil skirt, and a lacy white blouse, showing off her legs with heels a little bigger than Everly’s. Still, her mom was shorter than she was by a couple of inches.

 
Inside the Gotham, it was a picturesque restaurant you’d only see in movies. Except, this was Everly’s real life (at least, occasionally), and she never felt comfortable with it.

  She watched as her mom’s arms outstretched and wrapped her father in a hug. Seeing her father was even rarer than seeing her mother, and she missed him so. If anyone was to call her a daddy’s girl, she wouldn’t dispute it– couldn’t dispute it, really.

  “Dad!” she greeted him as he turned to her. His brown hair was shaggy, a five o’clock shadow lining his chin and jaw. Happy, brown eyes completed the familiar smile and Everly couldn’t be more eager for her dad and Henley to get to know each other.

  Henley let her hand go so she could hug her dad, and she couldn’t let go for a few long moments.

  “My god, Everly. You’re even more beautiful than you were three months ago.” Her father held her face, proudly admiring her a moment before looking past her. “And you must be the infamous Henley.” She stepped aside to let her father approach her boyfriend, and she watched as the transaction happened.

  Her father offered his hand, and Henley accepted it. Her heart swelled.

  “I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about you from Everly. I’m glad you decided to come with her.” Her dad tucked his hands in his navy blue slack’s pockets, his suit matching her mother’s attire. It was cute.

  Henley’s voice was calm, even though she could tell he was nervous. “Thank you so much for asking me to come, Mr. Parker.”

  “Well,” Noah started, flashing a smile at Everly before turning back to Henley. “First, call me Noah. Second, it’s truly my pleasure. I’ve never heard or seen Everly quite as happy as she is when she’s talking about you.”

  Everly stepped around her dad, grabbing Henley’s hand and facing her father. “Alright, dad, mom already embarrassed me.”

  “Ella, I thought you said I could do the honors.” Her parents were sharing a moment, and she took this small opportunity to look up and check on Henley. He seemed steady, but his grip told her differently.

  Dinner was a blast, and she was hoping her father’s light sense of humor was helping Henley relax a little. She wanted him to love them, just as much as she wanted them to love him.

  They asked Henley a few questions, being very receptive of who he was. She loved her parents for that. Overall, dinner seemed to be a success.

  Afterward, Ella and Noah announced that they were heading out to have drinks with some of Noah’s bandmates. They said their goodnights after Noah caught them a taxi to take them back to the hotel.

  “It’s the true New York experience,” Noah told Henley about riding in a taxi. “Got to try it at least once.”

  The city lights were shining through the windows as the driver maneuvered through the streets. Everly’s fingers were tangled with Henley’s, and she was resting against his shoulder. They were mostly silent, neither comfortable talking about too much in front of other people.

  After paying the fare they headed up to their home away from home for their long weekend.

  Not making a move to turn on any lights in addition to the small lamp by their bed, Everly watched Henley empty his pockets onto the desk.

  “So, what do you think about my parents?” she asked, walking slowly to close the small distance between them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt her calf muscles tense in the heels. “I think they approve of you.”

  “They were great,” Henley replied, offering her his cute, small smile that still showed off the dimples above his lips. “Would they have told you if they didn’t, or would they have waited to call you when we’re gone?” Henley laughed. “Get out of there. He’s trouble.”

  She rolled her eyes, even though her lips were curling into a sultry smile. “Oh, they would tell me. Especially my mother.” She chewed her bottom lip a moment as her left hand smoothed over his cheek. “Their exact words, so far, have been. ‘Wow, Everly, he’s very polite. My mom. And, ‘He seems really smitten with you, which makes me real smitten with him’. My dad.”

  A soft laugh fell from her lips. “And while we’re being honest, I love my parents. But, no matter what they thought about you, it wouldn’t change my mind.” Her eyes softened as she studied his face.

  Her hands moved to the nape of his neck, pulling him towards her. Their lips met, and she could feel him smile against the kiss as the longer pieces of his hair tickled her forehead. All she could focus on now was the way he tasted, and how good it felt to be connected to him. Her arms smoothed around his neck, her legs sore from how stretched they were.

  Their tongues met, and she let a quiet moan rumble in her throat. Every little part of her wanted to melt into him, be connected to him wholly and intimately.

  Her pleasured sounds prompted Henley to begin to lead her back a few steps before picking her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, her grip tightening a little as he carried her. A few steps and he was laying her on the bed and covering it with his in one fluid movement. She gasped as his body met hers— even though they were still clothed, it still knotted up her lower abdomen with the contact.

  When their kiss broke, she felt her lips were swollen and her body was on fire. His hands smoothed down the length of her body, his fingertips dipping slightly underneath her dress. They were brushing her thighs as he looked down at her.

  Lifting himself off of her body, he reached out to turn the only light off before reaching for her heels. One by one, he untied and removed her wedges, kissing her legs once the shoe was discarded. His lips decorated the length of her legs, her dress moving up the further he explored.

  Goosebumps covered her skin; internally, she felt like her senses were in overload.

  His nose and lips massaged her center through the very thin material between skin to skin contact, and she tangled her fingers in his hair as he enjoyed making her squirm.

  His massaging fingers squeezed her tense and sore muscles as his lips worked at the damp spot where he was teasing her. Before she knew it, her underwear was discarded, and his warm breath threw coals onto the blazing fire in her core.

  Light eyes gazed up at her, as his skilled hands pushed her dress as his lips neared her bellybutton and ribcage. The lights from the city reflected in the blue-green pools watching her as he neared her breasts.

  With his body closer, she reached between them to tug at the buttons of his shirt. Lifting his torso, he let her finish unbuttoning it before continuing his adventure.

  She could hear car horns in the distance, and the buzz of the city life thirty-two floors below them. It was making the rush from her overload of emotions more urgent.

  Pushing herself up, she gave him access to the long zipper running along her spine. It would be easier if the dress was gone, and they silently agreed as his fingers pulled the zipper open and peeled the dress from her body.

  She admired his body as he lifted himself enough to remove her dress. The soft trail of dark hair ran in a perfectly messy line from his bellybutton to beneath the waistband of his jeans. Taking the opportunity to undress him, she reached out and pulled at the belt buckle until it fell carelessly around his waist. Buttons were next, and before she knew it, the rest of his clothing was falling off of his hips and onto the floor.

  Quickly, he kicked off his shoes and the pile of material binding his feet. Eagerly, he moved back to admire her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her bare skin. His dilated pupils told her everything she needed to know, as he hungrily reconnected their lips for a passionate and urgent kiss. She whimpered in pleasure as he grasped onto her hip, her heartbeat slamming inside its prison. The kissing moved to her cheek, along her jaw, and he spent time nipping and sucking on the sensitive flesh of her ear.

  She groaned as he moved his talented lips to her breasts, his mouth covering most of her breast only to release it quickly. Her body jerked in pleasure, and she hissed as the pain translated into arousal. His hands squeezed and massaged, as his mouth took time to spoil each of
her nipples. Her nails clawed at his back, every touch was a match igniting a raging fire.

  “Henley…” The moan filled the silence, and she could feel the heat spreading over her neck and face as her boyfriend held onto her with such desperation and passion.

  The growl that rattled his throat made her clench her jaw, and she felt his hand smooth down her body. His middle finger slipped between her legs, caressing her gently by teasing her entrance. After a few moments, she felt him slip one finger inside of her, as his lips moved to meet hers again. She moaned out, distracted from the kiss by the thrusting of his finger. The burning had almost stopped when he slipped two fingers inside of her to prep her for his length.

  Biting her lip, her hips began to move against his hand and he growled again.

  Moving up slightly, his body readjusted and his hand disappeared. She forced her eyes to focus on the disheveled, thick hair of her boyfriend falling over his forehead, as he used the tip of his erection to caress her gently. The muscles of his jaw flexed as he practiced patience, and she licked her lips in anticipation to be connected to him fully and wholly for the first time. Her hands rested on his mid-back, feeling the muscles beneath his rib tense as he slowly entered her.

  Another gasp fell from her lips, and she spread her legs further to allow him more room, bending her knees to accept him. His hand rested against the bottom of her thigh, pushing her thigh further so fill her completely.

  Her lips were parted, her eyebrows pulled to the center of her forehead. She could feel herself continuously lubricating and squeezing Henley as he rested inside of her a few moments. In an attempt to distract himself, he tried to kiss her again and she brought her hand to his face as the pain eased slightly.

  Henley broke the kiss, his lips staying mostly against hers. His hair was in his eyes, the color in his eyes nearly gone with his pupils so large. With labored breathing, Henley sputtered out. “Everly, you’re perfect.” His tone was soft and sweet, quietly raging with emotions.

  She pulled back her hips and pulled his hips down as she lifted, starting a rhythm and causing Henley to moan out against her neck. His hands grasped onto her, his hips dragging against her towards her bellybutton. Full lips drug lightly all over her face, neck, and chest as his body lost control in the most beautiful way.