Things always start out innocently enough, but then again it never seems to stay that way with her. It was purely coincidence that they happened to be in the same city; he with family, her at a hotel downtown for a work event. Despite constantly talking, it had been a while since they had sat down over a couple of drinks and talked.
So here she was, in a hotel bar, slowly nursing a cosmo and finger food. One black stiletto hooked over the foot rest of the bar stool, the other kicking gently as she waited. A stray breeze snuck through the bar as someone came in and she looked up, her skirt shifting at the disturbance. It wasn't who she was waiting for though and she sighed, scratching her bare shoulder, the soft faux suede of her sleeve brushing her skin.
Her phone buzzed, the ringtone making her smirk as it always did. "I'm outside." it said, and she quickly responded with where she was in the bar. After a moment, she heard the door to the bar open and she grinned at the person walking through the door before hopping down from her chair. The fabric of her skirt shifted and it flashed a long line of skin from ankle to mid thigh before settling. He nodded at her excited wave and made his way through the winding path of tables, chairs and people milling about.
He hadn't changed much, neither of them had really. He was still tall and handsome, with coal black hair and sun-kissed looking skin even though he was just as much of a hermit as she. He smiled as he drew closer, his dark eyes still making her knees weak. She gave him a tight hug before hopping back onto her seat and patting the leather stool next to her.
"Sure you don't want a table?" He asked with a smirk. "You're almost too short to get up there."
"Oh fuck you, order yourself a damn drink," she shot back, though there was no heat to it. She nudged him slightly and he laughed, his shoulders bouncing before ordering a beer.
They passed the time trading stories on family and work events, jabbing and insulting each other in turns; though they never meant any of it. She'd tease and poke him, pretending to try to pinch him and he'd retaliate with something similar. The bartender would only look at them and shake their head before moving on to other patrons.
After a few hours she started to yawn, He looked at her and raised one eyebrow. "Sleepy already old woman?" He yipped as she swiped at him.
"Old woman my ass," she groused. "You try keeping a busy CEO in line while trying to participate in your own workshops." He just shook his head, muttering "old woman" teasingly under his breath and deftly dodging another swat from her.
After she told the bartender to charge her drinks to her room and he paid up, he offered to walk her to her room. She accepted, swaying slightly in her heels as she got down from the stool. She pointed to the opposite side of the hotel, where she had opted to take a room separate from everyone else that was participating at the convention. She liked her privacy as much as she liked being social, however, he coworkers were bigger party animals than she.
When they got to her room, she fumbled in her top for her key card, plucking it from her bra, the swell of her breast keeping it in place. She glanced up to see him looking at her, an amused smile on his face.
"What?" She feigned innocence and shrugged. "Nature's pockets." She swiftly unlocked her room door and turned to him. "Did you want to come -" she never got to finish her question as she looked up at him. He loomed over her and her already wobbly legs nearly went to butter at the look in his eyes, her words dying in a suddenly dry mouth.
She barely had time to step back and close the door behind them before she was backed against the wall, his mouth on hers and her wrists pinned behind her back. Her ears roared and she couldn't help the whimper that came when he nipped her lower lip. The hand that had been cupping her chin moved lower, ghosting over her breast before heading farther south.
She rotated her thigh out slightly, the fabric of her skirt slipping backwards, and his hand trailed over the slowly heating flesh before going under her skirt. It was his turn to groan as his fingers found what he sought; and what wasn't there. She laughed at his discovery and wriggled her wrists from his grasp.
"Not expecting that were you boyo?" She gasped as one finger slipped between her lips into the growing wetness there.
"Oh you fucking slut," he growled and she ground down on his hand in response.
"tell me something I don't know." she taunted him by dancing away from him deeper into her room.
"Tease, slut," he intoned, advancing on her before wrapping her in his arms and brutally kissing her. His eyes were pitch black when they broke apart, panting. He watched her as she stepped back, her top coming off to reveal a satin strapless bra, red and shining in the light from the nightstand.
With a cheeky grin she crossed her legs at the ankles to turned from him and slipped off her skirt tortuously slow. The groan and string of curses that ensued from the sight of her bare ass had her grinning in triumph when she turned back around to face him. She had also unbuckled her bra and was holding it up with one arm before letting it drop with a wicked chuckle at his face.
The bulge in his slacks seemed to twitch as he observed her and she stretched before moving to take off her heels. "Leave them," he commanded as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He gave a half smile as she watched her slowly wet her lips and with an unintended flourish, tossed it aside. Before she knew what she was doing she had fallen to her knees and was reaching to help him with his pants.
She slowly rubbed her hands over his hips, getting so close to the center before backing away. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her fingers looped around the elastic of his underwear and she slowly pulled everything down. Once his cock was free she ignored his pants and straightened more on her knees. Looking up at him, she slowly grasped him and brought it down so she could lap up all of the sweet pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip. His knees and calves trembled, and he threw his head back with a moan when she finally took him into her mouth, sucking hard. With a hum she sucked harder, her teeth gently scraping his flesh and she pulled back off of him.
Bending down, her hauled her up by her armpits, practically tossing her onto the hotel bed. She landed with a giggle, and rolled over to reach for the nightstand drawer, her stiletto heels knocking together as she crossed her ankles again. She felt the bed shift as he got on behind her and wiggled her ass for him.
As her fingers closed around the light blue wrapper, she moaned as she felt his cock probing her soaking pussy. Mindlessly she pressed backwards onto him, twin groans echoing in the room as he filled her.
"God you're tight," his voice was husky and strained as he slid his fingers over her backside to grip her hips. She could only give a panting whine in response, her senses overwhelmed with the feeling. Slowly he began moving inside of her, but she rolled away. She flicked the condom wrapper towards his head with an impish grin.
"Wrap it first," she said as he caught it, slowly reaching down her body to caress her dripping snatch. "THEN you can teach me a lesson for being such a horrible slutty tease."
He wasted no time getting the condom on and she squeaked as suddenly her knees were lifted practically to her ears. Her cunt was open to him and they both could feel her slick heat as he pumped his cock back and forth over her slit. She began to whine and wiggle and with a shake of his head, so very slowly he slide into her, stopping any movement after he was fully sheathed inside of her.
"Please," she whimpered, trying to shift her hips to make him do more than just bloody sit there.
"Please what you slut?" He asked, shifting so slowly backwards that she began to tremble.
"Gods please, just fuck me!" She clamped her muscles around him and then gave a shout as he exploded into action.
It wasn't sweet, or gentle, and neither of them wanted that. His powerful thrusts had her bracing against the headboard, and the bites that he gave her over her neck, shoulders and breasts would surely bruise and leave pretty marks.
He would have marks of his own. When she was not making sure her head didn't go through the headboard her nails raked over his back and arms. He woulds have half moon nail mark when her hands convulsed as she came again and again.
He cursed her, calling her slut, whore, filthy tease, witch, and other epitaphs she didn't understand. She would snark back and would nip at him and then gush as he hit the right spot; the sheets soon becoming soaked as she came.
After what seemed like only a few frenzied minutes, he came, his hips bucking into her as he pumped the condom full, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder. He disengaged and sat back, panting heavily while she rolled over and got up on rubbery legs to get water bottles out of the mini fridge. Handing one off to him she plopped back onto the bed and drank deeply from her bottle.
"Feel better?" She quipped, shrieking indignantly when he shook his head. "You ass!"
His shoulders shook weakly as he chuckled. "Maybe, maybe not."
Looking over at the alarm clock she turned made a face at him. "Just for that, YOU can sleep in the puddle!" She snarked and flapped her hand at him.
"Not done with you yet young lady," he warned with an evil grin. She gulped down another bit of water and went into the bathroom.
It was going to be a wild night.
The bulge in his slacks seemed to twitch as he observed her and she stretched before moving to take off her heels. "Leave them," he commanded as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He gave a half smile as she watched her slowly wet her lips and with an unintended flourish, tossed it aside. Before she knew what she was doing she had fallen to her knees and was reaching to help him with his pants.
She slowly rubbed her hands over his hips, getting so close to the center before backing away. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her fingers looped around the elastic of his underwear and she slowly pulled everything down. Once his cock was free she ignored his pants and straightened more on her knees. Looking up at him, she slowly grasped him and brought it down so she could lap up all of the sweet pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip. His knees and calves trembled, and he threw his head back with a moan when she finally took him into her mouth, sucking hard. With a hum she sucked harder, her teeth gently scraping his flesh and she pulled back off of him.
Bending down, her hauled her up by her armpits, practically tossing her onto the hotel bed. She landed with a giggle, and rolled over to reach for the nightstand drawer, her stiletto heels knocking together as she crossed her ankles again. She felt the bed shift as he got on behind her and wiggled her ass for him.
As her fingers closed around the light blue wrapper, she moaned as she felt his cock probing her soaking pussy. Mindlessly she pressed backwards onto him, twin groans echoing in the room as he filled her.
"God you're tight," his voice was husky and strained as he slid his fingers over her backside to grip her hips. She could only give a panting whine in response, her senses overwhelmed with the feeling. Slowly he began moving inside of her, but she rolled away. She flicked the condom wrapper towards his head with an impish grin.
"Wrap it first," she said as he caught it, slowly reaching down her body to caress her dripping snatch. "THEN you can teach me a lesson for being such a horrible slutty tease."
He wasted no time getting the condom on and she squeaked as suddenly her knees were lifted practically to her ears. Her cunt was open to him and they both could feel her slick heat as he pumped his cock back and forth over her slit. She began to whine and wiggle and with a shake of his head, so very slowly he slide into her, stopping any movement after he was fully sheathed inside of her.
"Please," she whimpered, trying to shift her hips to make him do more than just bloody sit there.
"Please what you slut?" He asked, shifting so slowly backwards that she began to tremble.
"Gods please, just fuck me!" She clamped her muscles around him and then gave a shout as he exploded into action.
It wasn't sweet, or gentle, and neither of them wanted that. His powerful thrusts had her bracing against the headboard, and the bites that he gave her over her neck, shoulders and breasts would surely bruise and leave pretty marks.
He would have marks of his own. When she was not making sure her head didn't go through the headboard her nails raked over his back and arms. He woulds have half moon nail mark when her hands convulsed as she came again and again.
He cursed her, calling her slut, whore, filthy tease, witch, and other epitaphs she didn't understand. She would snark back and would nip at him and then gush as he hit the right spot; the sheets soon becoming soaked as she came.
After what seemed like only a few frenzied minutes, he came, his hips bucking into her as he pumped the condom full, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder. He disengaged and sat back, panting heavily while she rolled over and got up on rubbery legs to get water bottles out of the mini fridge. Handing one off to him she plopped back onto the bed and drank deeply from her bottle.
"Feel better?" She quipped, shrieking indignantly when he shook his head. "You ass!"
His shoulders shook weakly as he chuckled. "Maybe, maybe not."
Looking over at the alarm clock she turned made a face at him. "Just for that, YOU can sleep in the puddle!" She snarked and flapped her hand at him.
"Not done with you yet young lady," he warned with an evil grin. She gulped down another bit of water and went into the bathroom.
It was going to be a wild night.
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