Four Play: A Collection of Novellas (34 page)

Earth-shattering orgasms.

The slowest taxi in the universe dropped us off at the hotel. It was only six or seven blocks from the Ferris wheel, but I didn’t want to waste the time walking. The lingering erection I had from ten minutes earlier was difficult enough to maneuver without having to figure out how I was going to walk the distance.

We took the stairs into the building and kept our heads low in fear of seeing anyone we knew. We jogged into the elevator alone, and the moment the doors closed, my hands were on her ass.

The railing gave just enough ledge for me to pick her up and set her against it. Her legs draped around my back, and from the second her back hit the wall, my mouth was on hers.

“Michael,” she tried to say, but my body was too eager. “Michael.”

Yes, she said my name again, but the burning intensity of anticipation was hardwired into every move I made. I ignored her.

“Michael, please,” she said again, following it up with a laugh. “Listen to me.”

I stopped my assault on her neck and brought my eyes up to hers. “You’re messing with my mojo here, woman! What do you need?” We both laughed, but she allowed hers to subside before mine.

“I just want you to know that I’ve…” She hesitated, scrunching her brow. “I’ve never done this before.”

My lips parted and my eyes widened fearfully.

“No!” she laughed again. “I’ve done
this
before, I just don’t do things
like
this. I’ve never had a one-night stand. Not intentionally, anyway.”

Her words brutally hit the pit of my gut. That’s what this was, wasn’t it? A one-night-stand. It had always loomed in the back of my mind, but I was a hopeful kind of guy. I hadn’t spent much time worrying about what tomorrow would bring, but it was obvious that she’d already considered our conflict.

There would be no tomorrow with her.

Not unless she was willing to move to Florida, or me to Canada. And that was too much of a commitment to think about, let alone discuss. She’d think I was psycho for suggesting it.

“I don’t want to think about not being able to see you tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that,” I said. “I don’t want to think about my world without you in it somehow. But if this makes you uncomfortable and you’re having second thoughts—”

“No!” she shouted abruptly just as the elevator dinged and the doors popped open. “This is so happening tonight. I just don’t want you thinking I’m some cheap slut who goes around convention-hopping, trolling for cock.”

The same man—that stood before us earlier that day when the elevator doors opened—cleared his throat uncomfortably. Again. “Nice night, isn’t it?” he said.

I snorted a laugh and grabbed Lauren’s hand. “Let’s go.”

She nodded and we jogged to her room. She had her keycard in her hand and wasted no time swiping it and opening the door. Once we were both inside, she pulled over a small stool to block anyone from coming in, and I knew right away that it was because Monica still had a key to the room.

She looked at me with a shy smile. “Just in case.” She shrugged.

The lamppost outside of the window offered little light. And wasting no time, she pulled her dress over her head, revealing cotton panties and a yellow bra to match.

In my eyes, she was perfect: round hips, small breasts, and hair that splayed across her shoulders and back. She threw the dress to the ground, and reached for the zipper on my pants.

Squinting her eyes in the dark, she struggled, unable to see. She was just as eager as I was and didn’t want to bother with stupid details like buttons and zippers.

My body shook with laughter and I said, “Are you sure you can see what you’re doing?” Pushing her shoulders down playfully, all while still in a fit of laughter, I added, “Maybe you need to get closer.”

She giggled with me and pushed me to the bed. I plopped down, still fully dressed, and she was finally able to remove my pants. I unbuttoned my shirt and lay there, both of us stripped down to our underwear.

We were a bundle of hormones, ready to explode.  My erection hadn’t settled from the cab ride, and her panties were still wet from the Ferris wheel. Hovering over me, and in a quick motion, she pulled her bra down to expose her bare breasts, and I couldn’t contain my admiration for the beauty of the creature before me.

She held a confidence I didn’t think I’d see, and yet there was a small tremble in her hands. She was nervous, I was nervous, and we were both in a situation we couldn’t have anticipated. Insta-love seemed too unrealistic for the sensible person. And I was sensible, wasn’t I?

But there we were—together—after only knowing each other for two days.

She took a deep breath, summoning courage again, and stood at the bedside to remove her panties. Her eyes remained closed and her neck moved as she swallowed.

She was more beautiful than I could’ve imagined. The curve of her breasts cast shadows onto her stomach, and my eyes followed the natural line to her hip bone. Her waist was small, and from where I lay, the smooth and supple skin that curved around to her backside was so delectable that all I could think of was how my tongue would feel gliding across it.

But she was nervous, and didn’t know what to do with her hands. Again, adorable, and I couldn’t help but smile. Instinctively, I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed next to me. “You seemed much more confident on the Ferris wheel,” I whispered.

“Because I wasn’t naked.”

I chewed my lip, appraising her, letting my eyes finally rest on her breasts. “Well now I’ve seen you. And I’m not running away, Lauren. You’re beautiful.”

She laughed, causing a small ripple in her breasts that made me want to take one into my mouth. I bit my lip again.

“And you have abs! Like, actual abs.” She poked my stomach. “They’re hard as a rock. I hope you don’t mind spending the night with a woman less than perfect.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I kissed her gently on the cheek. “Your beauty slaps me across the face whenever you walk into the room.  But without clothes it’s more like a punch to the gut.”

She laughed, her nostrils flaring. “So it’s painful for you is what you’re saying.”

I laughed with her and felt like the luckiest man on Earth. How a woman would find
me
charming was beyond my comprehension. And as much as I wanted to keep her for a lot longer than one night, I knew that wasn’t a possibility. So I’d just have to make do with the time I had with her.

Time that our inevitable departure was suddenly chipping away at.

I slid down my boxer shorts and pulled a condom from my wallet. After rolling it on, I pulled her hips toward me with a quick tug, and she opened her thighs for me. There were so many options to choose from, and I made a quick assessment of all the ways I wanted to have her. My rough hands smoothed over her hipbones and up to her waist, marveling at how soft she was—softer than I had imagined. She was delectable by every definition, and I hoped that she’d be able to come more than once, because my intentions were to have a few rounds of this.

But first, I needed to taste her.

Wasting no time, I slid my tongue down to her center, snaking my arms around her thighs. She tasted even better than I thought she would, better than any woman that came before her, and she arched her back as she grabbed my hair, crooning my name.

I slipped my tongue inside of her, tasting her arousal and lapping it up until she had nothing more to offer.

I slipped a finger inside of her, then another, moving them rhythmically. My tongue swept in circles over her tender clit, and she continued calling my name in a hushed whisper. I slipped in one more finger, watching her writhe in arousal.

“Mmmm, Michael.”

I loved it when she said my name.

I smiled against her, watching her expression. Her eyes were closed tight, and while one hand fisted my hair, her other fisted the white cotton sheets. A small wrinkle formed between her eyes, and she bit down on her lip.

Her thighs grinded against my head as she pulled her hips from the bed to bury my face between her legs. I welcomed it; I longed for it too. And my erection was so full it was almost painful; I suffered not being inside of her.

But she needed to relax.

I needed to make her come.

Keeping my fingers inside of her, I inched my mouth up her soft stomach until I reached her neck. Dotting small kisses up to her ear, I took her lobe into my mouth, gently nipping. With my warm breath on her neck, she moaned my name again, and her clenching eased instantly. Her thighs spread farther and her breathing resumed to an even pace.

I took my time going back down, relaxing her further, and taking her nipple between my teeth playfully. Her heady scent left me foggy with desire, making my head spin with each inhale.

“Jesus. What perfume do you wear?” I whispered.

“None. It’s the hotel’s complementary jasmine-scented body soap.”

Jasmine.

I’ll have to remember that.

I removed my fingers and pushed her thighs down until they reached the bed. I took her bud into my mouth, sucking it and moving my lips and tongue up slowly, and then down again. Her moans were a sweet song sung, and soon her body began to quake.

Her breathing changed again, from long inhales to short, uneven breaths. Her hands found purchase on the headboard, and she pushed herself down further, creating more friction and intensity.

She was ready to come. The small crease on her forehead deepened, and she took short deep breaths with every sweep of my tongue.

I hummed into her pussy, and she lost it.

“Holy shit, Michael!” she screamed. And all I could do was watch her face contort into anguish, then release.

I nipped gently, kissed her thighs, and waited until her breathing returned to normal. She lay like a puddle of goo on the bed, and I crawled up alongside her, watching her chest rise and fall. A silly smile played on her face and she kept her eyes closed, waiting for the last of the tingling to subside.

We lay side by side. A sheen of dampness dotted on her forehead, and by how cool the sheets felt under me, I also had worked up a sweat. But I wasn’t nearly done with her. Those fifteen minutes were only the beginning.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Then I pulled her on top of me and she parted her lips so that our tongues could dance. Her breasts brushed against my chest as she straddled me, while moving her hips so that her slippery sex became a blissful tease against my length.

Rising up and down again, she continued slowly. Her puckered nipples grazed against me, and her eyes stayed shut. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever been witness to.

She pulled her lips from mine again, and I immediately missed the warmth when they were gone. But the second I laid my eyes on her naked body above me, I knew I could do without her soft mouth for a few minutes.

Exquisite.

Her breasts were soft and supple, her nipples forming peaks of perfection pointing slightly upward. She arched her back, and her ribcage became pronounced as she began to rock. “You feel so good,” she purred, continuing her sensual tease.

I shifted my cock to the front of her, and she moved up and down, rubbing her clit against me. The slower she went, the slicker she got, and I knew she was ready for me.

“Lie down, Lauren.”

Her eyes flickered down to mine, and a smile rose to her cheeks. She did as I instructed, lying down on the bed beside me. I crawled between her legs, pinning her knees to her chest.

I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance, ready to ease my way inside. She was slick enough, but it would take some maneuvering to get myself where I ached to be.

Inch by inch I filled her, and passionate torment took over her features. She tried to hide it by biting down on her lip, but her clenching gave her away. I let out all the air from my lungs and buried my face in her neck. She felt so fucking good.

“Breathe,” I said, letting go of her knees. I stayed nestled inside, unmoving, and kissed both of her eyebrows, making her face soften again.

“Breathe,” she said aloud, reminding herself, and it made me smile.

I wiped the hair from her forehead, pushing it behind her ears to study her face. Her lashes were long and dark. Small freckles graced the bridge of her nose, with a few sprinkled across her cheeks. The vein that ran down her neck was small and vulnerable, and I could almost see how fast the blood rushed through it. Because mine was doing the same. I kissed her shoulder and thrust in as deep as I could go.

All of the air escaped her lungs, and she squeaked out a small mewl. I continued in and out slowly until a smile appeared on her face. “You’re being gentle,” she said.

I rested my forehead on her chest, kissing the soft and tender skin between her breasts. “I’m going slow, like I said I would.”