EXcapades (18 page)

His large hands curved around my soft flesh, and he began to squeeze my round bottom. I released a slight moan of desire. And just as I gave in and lost myself in pleasure, he slapped my left buttocks cheek—hard.

I cried out, “Ouch! What was—” and before I could get out my next words, he slapped my right bare buttocks cheek. For an instant, I was taken off guard, but the gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. My vocal exclamations further aroused him. I tried hard to maintain control but struggled.

And before I could recover from the shock of it all, he did it again. Much to my surprise, he slapped both bare cheeks hard, twice, in quick succession. I wanted to cry out, but then he stopped to knead the stinging flesh. I was sure my bottom cheeks were covered with splotches that were as red as my flushed face.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I knew you would.”

At first I resisted these sensations, but then I quickly discovered the pain brought every nerve to the surface and made me feel alive. His controlling presence felt so powerful, so carnal, and so real.

I turned to look at him. “Is this your alter-ego playing with me now?” I asked.

“Yes, you like him?” His smile was accompanied with a smoldering gaze.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I’m ready and can handle him. How about I send in my stunt double?” I teased.

“Does that mean I get to play with you both?” He laughed wickedly. “I’m kidding. You don’t need a stunt double, and besides, you don’t want to miss the fun,” he responded jovially while he pulled my legs apart. In the next instant, he slipped his pants and briefs down his legs and off his ankles. I glanced in the mirror at his reflection, admiring his thick, hard cock.

He whispered, “Just relax. I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to?” And he rubbed his hands along my thighs in an upward sweep.

“Is the landing going to be as rough as the takeoff on this ride?” I asked.

“I’ll try to go as easy on you as I can, for now.” He raised a brow and added, “I intend to show you the time of your life. Hang on, baby.”

And with that comment, I turned at a sharp angle. I looked over my shoulder at him inquisitively to see what he had planned for me. He proudly flashed that naughty smile that I took such delight in seeing.
I could get used to that mischievous look—it is the face of fun.

Not slowing down his momentum for a second, he bent over and kissed my lips hard, pressing my cheek into the plastic yoga ball. I kissed him back with increased intensity and urgency. I wanted him, needed him. His mouth slipped from my lips to my shoulders. He began sucking the muscle between my shoulder and my neck. And to my astonishment, in a quick rushing move, he clamped his teeth down on my flesh.

I cried out, “Another party scar, Blake!”

He released his bite. “No, I’ll stop, this time,” he said in a low groan. He leaned on top of me again, and caught me off guard as he surged forward with his movements. His hand slid upward, continuing along my leg to where my thighs converged. All the while, I shivered in anticipation.

He reached his hand between my legs, tickling me as he caressed my smooth lower lips. He made me moan softly in delight. As if my pleasure sounds called him to action, he used his middle finger to slide along the parting of my folds. He dipped his finger inside me, penetrating me. Teasing me, he slowly slipped his finger in and out.

I raised my hips as if begging for more and also so he had easier access to satisfy my throbbing desire. He pushed a second finger inside me, pumping faster and deeper. I felt his warm breath against my hair. “You like it when I’m inside you, don’t you?” he asked.

Both his hands and his words toyed with me. I nodded, hungry for more, although he had already touched hidden erogenous zones, places and parts I didn’t even know existed. He continued stroking my body. “What do you want me to do next?” he asked in a voice husky with lust. Meanwhile, I squirmed under his weight, eager for more.

“I want you inside me. I want your hard cock inside me.” I groaned but wanted to shout.

Blake rolled me slightly forward on the ball, thrusting gently, gliding only the head of his penis inside me, enough to stroke the sensitive skin near my clitoris. The entire area was throbbing for his touch.
As if manhandling me, he brusquely lifted my hips and further entered from behind—but only slightly. I moaned.

Honestly, I wanted him to slam his entire shaft deep inside me and bring me over the edge of ecstasy, but he had his own ideas. I tried to push myself back onto him. He held me steady with his powerful grip. He continued to rock me back and forth across the ball, keeping his cock near the outside of my wet throbbing flesh. The swollen head of his penis stroked my sensitive skin just within my folds. But that sensation was just a tease. I wanted more inside me; I wanted all of him.

I clenched my muscles, trying to pull him deeper within me. I felt the beginning of a spasm as the excitement of my orgasm began to build.
I was hungry for him—all of him. We pulsated. I tightened around him.

“I want to feel that sensation from deep inside,” he whispered as he pushed in one swift thrust his hard cock into my hot, wet desire. “When I make you scream I want you to press your face into the plastic to muffle your cries.”

“Presumptuous of you,” I giggled. But before I knew it, he was true to his word. He had me on the edge. My body begged for more. He thrust deep and pulled back. “You tease,” I moaned.
Wicked man with your wicked games
. My entire body quivered in excitement.

“What do you want me to do, Lila?”
A low guttural growl rumbled in his throat.

“Give it to me hard,” I begged.

And with those words, he finally slammed all of his huge manliness inside me, making me shudder with mind-numbing pleasure. I managed to gasp a single word in my excitement. “More,” I said. He banged me harder . . . again . . . and
again . . . and again.

I moved easily in rhythm with his motions; each movement drove him wilder. He felt me squeeze and tighten around him. My inner muscles clenched, pulling him closer, until I trembled and moaned against him. I pressed my face up against the bouncy ball, but even my muffled sounds seemed loud in the quiet room.

“I like when you moan,” Blake said.

At that same time, he reached around me and eased his thumb between my thighs, stroking my damp flesh in time with his thrusts. He lightly pinched my clit. The extra sensation added just what I needed to send me over the edge, making my orgasm ignite like a rocket launching. We both exploded in unison.

Our cries broke the stillness of the room. And for a minute we didn’t move; we lay motionless except for our panting breaths.

Sweat glimmered on his skin. I continued to be amazed that he still had his youthful energy. He had enough vigor and vitality for the both of us.

He beamed. “They’re going to kick us out of this hotel if we keep doing this,” he said.

“You’re sexing me senseless,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t stop. I love every minute of it, and I’m having the time of my life.”

Blake jumped in and added, “You haven’t seen the end of this escapade.”

Our eyes met in the mirror as he pushed himself against me.
In my peripheral vision from the corner of the room,
a slight movement caught my attention. Blake zoomed in on the disturbance, as well. Was there something lurking in the darkness a few feet away? My eyes darted wildly, trying to cut through the obscurity of the never-ending blackness.

In that instant, a loud rustling noise captured our attention, taking the complete focus away from our pleasure. The sound propelled us back to reality.

I all but jumped, even with Blake on top of me. My head quickly spun toward the noise. At the same time, I arched my back, as much as possible, to get a better view. I caught sight of the faint, outlined silhouette of what might have been a human figure gliding into my sight line. Was that a person lurking in the shadows? Was someone else in the room?

I heard what I thought was muffled breathing. Blake glanced at me, looking uneasy. A shiver of awareness swept through me when I realized we were being watched. The hairs along my spine spiked to upright attention like soldiers jumping to action.

It was Blake’s eyes that saw an image first. I watched his eyes widen as he gazed into the dark recesses of the room. What did he see? He drew in a deep breath, and I froze, wondering what caused his alarm. Only my eyes moved as they strained and jerked from side to side trying to pierce the black. I glanced up at Blake, into our reflection in the mirror, and back at the shadowy figure.

Because of the muted light, it took a few seconds for me to discern what was happening. Simultaneously, we saw it: glowing blue eyes peered through the shadows as if materializing through wafting smoke. Slowly, the profile of a soft face appeared. My eyes followed the movement, but still, I could see only the outline of her body.

I wanted to cry out in distress, but instead, I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the image in front of me would disappear. When I reopened them, her entire body emerged from the shadows. She stepped into the streak of bright light that shone through a broken window blind and reflected off the mirrored walls. I stared riveted on the image in front of us while the form took shape and moved closer. And now I could see a woman with flowing red hair. Her face was rosy and plump like a cherub.

Up until now, she had been all but invisible in the ebony corners. There was no telling how long she had been concealed or what she had seen. Stunned, I threw Blake a glance to see his reaction. He stared curiously at the mysterious woman. I saw the intrigue in his eyes, the strangest expression on his face, but he was no longer alarmed.

The voice that followed was in broken English, maybe a French accent. “Your dance of desire was certainly impressive. I must say, I was watching with considerable interest,” she said. She appeared to be holding a rag and spray, perhaps with the intention of cleaning the mirror.

Hearing her words made the heat from my flushed cheeks drain away, leaving my face cool. We were so preoccupied with each other we didn’t see her lurking in the shadows.

She sighed. “Your moans reverberated through the room, masking my heavy breathing, allowing me to watch you undetected from the shadows. And you had me practically panting,” she said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I work here,” the stranger said. “So, where do I get a personal trainer like him?”

We looked at each other and then at her. We laughed at the comment. Blake lifted himself off me and the release of his weight catapulted me to my feet, blocking his naked body. And from the sharp angle that she strained her neck, I could tell she wanted to see more of him. We reached for our clothes and quickly dressed.

“Didn’t I see you earlier today looking for a missing room?” she asked. “It sure looks like you found your man. Or at least, you found a fast replacement.” My eyes flicked from hers to Blake, and I could see amusement in both.

“I found my man. He was in room 206, not 226.” I laughed. All that angst from earlier now seemed funny. I mustered the courage to ask, “Do you always clean in the dark and this late at night?”

“No,” she answered, “but I’m glad I did tonight. Actually, I left something in here earlier today and came back in to retrieve it. And then you two walked in. I was going to slip out, but I became fascinated by your,” she cleared her throat, “performance.”

The tension of the moment was released by the laughter that followed. And Blake and I continued to be amused while we gathered our few belongings and prepared to slip out the door.

“Good night,” we said to her.

“See you at the same time tomorrow night?” the housekeeper joked. Blake winked at me while brushing his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Let’s meet at the hot tub instead,” I contributed, trying not to sound serious. There was more laughter while we all walked out together.

I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm, and he gripped it with his large fingers. We exchanged glances, trying not to smirk, and could feel the employee’s eyes on us as we dashed toward the elevator. We continued racing along without even a backward glance toward our observer. Blake whispered to me, “Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
It felt like a good idea and what a workout!

We walked arm-in-arm down the hall. Suddenly I found myself wishing this night could go on forever.

As if reading my thoughts, Blake chimed in, “I’m so hot for you. I’ve had a fantasy night.”

“What a night it has been. I think it’s almost morning though,” I said.

“It feels like it just keeps getting better and more exciting, if that is possible. We have been taking our discovery of each other to new heights.”

I was thinking similar thoughts. I didn’t dare share that we had more sex in the past few hours than I’d had in years.

Blake looked down at me and smiled his seductive smile. “Let’s go back to the room, where I intend to have my way with you,” he said.

“And you haven’t already, my dear?” Meanwhile, I secretly wondered if I could handle any more excitement tonight. I couldn’t tell Blake that I enjoyed holding on to his arm for closeness, but I also held on to it for support. My legs were feeling shaky as if I might drop to the ground. My muscles had turned soft like butter.
I was melting.