‘Sir? Madam? Please can you tell me what you are doing in there!’
Ben put his finger to his mouth to tell me to stay silent. Meanwhile, I slid onto the floor. My legs were like jelly, and after that orgasm, I couldn’t stand on them anymore.
‘Lo siento,’ Ben apologised. ‘I pressed the button by mistake. Everything is fine. Are you able to reset it so we can get to our room?’
‘One moment,’ the operator huffed.
Soon afterwards the lift sprang back into action and Ben casually pressed the button to our floor as if he hadn’t just finished eating me out in a lift.
Once the doors opened, he scooped me up in his arms, then carried me to our room, reached in his pocket, got the keycard and kicked the door open. Then Ben took me to the bed and laid me down gently.
‘So…’ He lay beside me. ‘Did you enjoy that?’
‘Very much,’ I said, my head and body still buzzing.
‘Good. So do you want to end it there or do you want more?’
‘More,’ I said without hesitation.
‘Can I fuck you?’ he asked casually, like he wanted to know whether I’d preferred tea or coffee.
‘Yes.’
‘Do you want sex with or without a view?’
‘With,’ I replied, only managing minimal words. If we were really going to fuck, something told me that I needed to preserve all of my energy.
‘As you wish.’ Ben got up, went to his suitcase, then pulled out a condom.
‘Someone was feeling confident.’ I smiled.
‘I like to be prepared.’
‘Would you like me to carry you to the balcony, or can you walk?’
‘Outside?’ I bolted up.
‘You said you wanted views. We can do it with the curtains open, but it’s not the same. Listen.’ He went over to the patio doors and opened them. The sound of a heavy bassline vibrated around the bedroom. ‘The music’s loud and everyone’s downstairs enjoying the party. No one will hear. I mean, the way I’m going to fuck you, they might, but that’s part of the thrill, right? We can fuck on a bed anytime, but how often do you get to fuck al fresco on a hotel balcony?’
A wide, extremely devilish grin erupted on my face.
‘You’re a bad influence, d’you know that?’ I said.
‘So I’ve been told, but life’s for living, right?’
‘Absolutely.’ I stood up. Knowing what we were about to do had suddenly sent a shot of adrenaline through my bloodstream.
‘Come on, then, bad boy. Fuck me on the balcony.’
47
SARAH
‘Sit on the table,’ Ben commanded the second we stepped onto the balcony. ‘And spread your legs. Like you did before.’
I wasted no time doing exactly as he’d asked.
Ben pushed my dress up around my waist, then started dragging my soaked thong down with his teeth.
