“I’m going to be a good boy and say good-bye at your door,” I whispered, “but it’s going to be fast because I don’t think I can trust myself for much longer.”
With her eyes averted, staring at the elevator floor like it was the most fascinating tile ever, Bess replied, “That’s good, because I’m not sure I trust myself to hold true to my word either.”
She ducked her head, shyly trying to hide her face, but I caught the faint hint of her blush. And if that didn’t ratchet me up further, I was a goddamn liar.
I was running my tongue up the side of her neck, taking deep inhales of her scent now mixed with the salty ocean air that clung to her skin, when the doors opened. Bess glanced at her key and said, “Twelve nineteen.” I pulled her hand into mine and walked toward the placard with directions to the room numbers and pointed left toward room 1219.
We traveled slowly down the hallway, our footsteps muffled on the expensive carpeting. I felt like a lion going against his instinctive nature, resisting temptation by locking his prey up for the night. Bess was like an innocent kitten, welcoming my closeness, throwing caution to the wind with her hand tucked inside mine, and both her ass and long hair swaying sensually from side to side.
I’d never wanted to put my dick inside a woman so badly. Anywhere and everywhere she would let me.
The situation sent red flags waving inside my mind. I knew I should leave Bess alone, but at the same time I wanted to claw my heart out of where it had been buried for most of my life and hand it over to a woman I barely knew, yet understood better than she thought.
Safely locked inside the four walls of my house an hour later, I lay down on my king-sized bed, sinking into the thousand-thread-count sheets and duvet my decorator selected for me. Slipping my hand inside my boxer briefs I’d quickly stripped down to, I replayed our kiss at the door to her suite.
I’d trapped Bess against the heavy mahogany door, bracing my palms on either side of her head before leaning in and capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss. I didn’t wait for the green light; I’d pushed my way in and fucked her mouth.
My dick was hard just remembering it. I grabbed hold of myself and squeezed before running my hand up and down my length. More than just a little pre-cum dripped out of the top and I rubbed it along my shaft, easing the way for my hand to work faster.
With Bess trapped in my arms, I’d bitten down on her lower lip as I pressed my hard body into her soft, lush one. My erection, begging to be freed from my pants, rubbed along the bottom of her sweater, and I’d pushed it against her abdomen, making sure she felt what she did to me.
We’d been moaning so loudly, my hipbone grinding into hers, I’d been ready to roar when sanity crept back in along the edges of my brain. I’d released Bess’s lips reluctantly and took a long, deep breath.
“We’re going to wake the whole floor and get arrested for public indecency if I don’t sprint for the elevator now,” I’d said quietly.
“Okay,” she’d said softly, and a slight pout had appeared before she smoothed out her features. “Good night.”
“Good night, Bess.” I’d dipped my forehead to touch hers. “I’ll call you in the morning and we’ll make a plan to do something fun, okay?”
She’d nodded, then I’d kissed her one more time, brushing my lips along her cheek.
Now I was pumping my dick at full speed, my release barreling its way through me, hardly taking the edge off my desire.
When she’d called after me, I had the urge to run to her, to bust through the door and fuck her right on the floor of the suite.
But instead I’d turned to hear her say, “Lane? Thank you,” before I nodded and raced to the elevator bank.
My sheets and my hand were now a sticky mess, but my cock hadn’t received the signal. It came back to life, standing at attention as it berated me for not taking it into consideration.
As I headed to the shower, my heart pounded and my brain whirled with bad ideas. It was going to be a long night.
