“Do you want to grab us a couple of drinks?” he says. “I’ll take a whisky, but help yourself to whatever is in there.”
I wrap myself in a robe from the back of the door and head to the bar, pouring Elton a glass of what he had before and picking a bottle of red wine for myself. I’ve sobered up enough now; another glass won’t hurt.
I head back into the bathroom with our drinks. He’s stripped off already and pulls me to him, undoing the belt of my robe. “Let me undress you.”
“You already have.” I smile as he places a soft kiss on my shoulder, sending shivers along my spine.
“This won’t take long then,” he answers, running his fingertips lightly down my arms. He bends, dropping kisses against my skin as he slides my knickers down, lifting one foot at a time and discarding them across the room. He peppers my body with his lips; my thighs, my stomach. Stopping to lightly suck my nipple into his mouth, then gently grazing it with his teeth. I suck in a breath. He’s going to torture me with pleasure.
He holds my hand as I step into the warm water settling in amongst the bubbles, passes me my drink and gets in opposite me. I take a sip and relax. I’m going to make the most of this. It’s not every day I find myself in the bath with a gorgeous man in the best hotel around. He brings my feet over his thighs and interlocks his legs on either side of me.
“This is a pretty posh hotel. What exactly do you do?” I realise I have no idea, and the opulence around me is slightly unnerving; nice hotel, bottles of champagne, not freaking out about the potential cost of the minibar. And I’m pretty sure I remember him mentioning a driver earlier. We are worlds apart,and I’ve been in this type of situation before, not quite to this scale. I’ll do my best to enjoy it while it lasts without getting lost in my head.
“I have several businesses. I own different buildings in the area and around Dorset. A couple in London. Both residential and commercial.”
“Commercial buildings like hotels and bars?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Maybe.” He smirks, clearly not wanting to brag about his impressive portfolio of companies.
“Is that what you always wanted to do?”
He takes a sip of his whisky as he contemplates my questions.
“No. When I was a child, I wanted to be a cowboy,” he says with such seriousness I laugh. Picturing Elton dressed in jeans with no shirt and a cowboy hat on the back of a horse is an image I will hold on to. “I planned to have my own ranch right in the middle of the New Forest. I was going to spend all day riding around protecting the villages from trouble.” He talks with lightness in his face and joy in his eyes. “Of course, that was never realistic, certain things became more important, and I slipped into the business world.”
“You could still have your dream. It’s not too late. I can imagine you running a farm, actually. It’s quite an image.”
“Oh, really, you like that idea, do you?” He runs his hands up my legs, stroking my upper thigh. “I don’t know how appealing that would be. I can’t even ride a horse.”
“I could give you riding lessons.”
He slides his hand over my pussy. I know he can feel the wetness even under the water.
“You ride horses?”
“Nope,” he says, popping thepas I reach forward, grasping his cock. He hisses. “Oh, Reilly, you have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
“Don’t tell me. Show me,” I whisper, brushing a soft kiss to his neck.
He steps out of the bath and extends a hand to help me out.
“Follow me.” I comply without question. At this point there isn’t much he could ask of me that I wouldn’t give him. I’m drunk on lust.
He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed, and I move myself to the middle, leaning back on my elbows. “I’m wet,” I giggle. “The bed will be soaking.”
“I’m well aware,” he says, in a low voice that only speeds up my heart rate. He runs his fingers softly up my leg and along my stomach, brushing over my skin. He smiles at my every gasp and moan.
“Your body is outstanding. I want to kiss every goddamn inch of you.” And with that, he wraps his tongue around my nipple, making me pull in a stacked breath which I hold as he bites down.
“Elton, please. I need you, now.” This is it. This is what he’s been waiting for. To have me wiggling and begging beneath him.
He pulls me to him and kisses me, angling my face where he wants it. His kiss is deep and hard. He sucks on my bottom lip as I hear the unmistakeable sound of a condom wrapper being opened.
Sliding into me, he gives a deep throaty moan which I feel in my core. With all the will power I possess, I keep still as something knocks the wind out of me.
I’m overwhelmed. He’s so deep inside me and I feel every inch of him. I have no words and no sound wants to come out of my mouth so I grab at the backs of his arms, trying to get him to move. He pulls back and thrusts back into me with force as tears prick in my eyes. “Am I hurting you?” he asks softly, brows furrowed,starting to retreat.
“No, I just …” I shake my head and close my eyes, unable to explain. “Keep going,” I encourage, wrapping my legs around him.
