Authors: Astrid Lee Donovan
NAMELESS IN THE CITY
An Alpha Male Romance
Chapter One
Slamming the trunk of my car, I knew that it was finally time to make my escape.
It had been three weeks since I was dumped- long enough that the initial sting, the pain, the grief, had faded, but short enough that I was still sometimes knocked off my feet by how much I missed him. Kieran and me had dated for just over a year, and I was starting to wonder about our future together when I got a phone call from a busy bar. Kieran was out drinking with his buddies, one of whom had later told me that he had broken up with me so he could hook up with a hot girl who was buying him shots. Gross. As soon as I found out the reason for his leaving me, I felt a whole lot better about not being in a relationship with him anymore.
And anyway, it gave me a good excuse to get out of this place. Jackson Falls wasn’t a horrible place, by any means, but it was small- less than 5,000 people, total population- and I often found myself getting angsty when I got stuck here without a break for a few months at a time. The breakup, plus a few extra bonuses in the form of commission from the boutique salon I worked at, had led me to deduce that the best thing to do was head into the city for a weekend, by myself. I had booked myself into a gorgeous spa-hotel, and was looking forward to a couple of days getting pedicures and drinking plenty of the complimentary champagne. Hell, maybe I would sneak in some flirting with the hot bartender I knew worked there. I needed the ego boost.
Hopping in to the front seat of the car, I put my foot on the pedal and pulled out of my driveway. Farewell, tiny, no-romantic-prospect town where I’ve been on way too many shitty dates, hello, big, shiny, city, where I spent most of college getting laid. It was a two-hour drive, and I slid in my usual travel CD- basically all the cheesy scene kid music I listened to when I was a teenager- and sang along at the top of my lungs. That was the one good thing about this town- there was no one around to notice when you were acting like a crazy person.
By the time I pulled up in front of the hotel, I was already feeling substantially better, and had formed the beginnings of some plans for the evening in my head. I wanted to get dressed up to the nines, and go flirt with whoever would flirt back to me at the bar. Maybe get a few cocktails, a couple of glasses of wine, see where the evening took me…
A frisson of excitement pulsed through me as I hauled my bags from the trunk and made my way to hotel reception. The one bad thing about working in the quirky boutique I did was that I was constantly coming home with any number of cool discount clothes that I barely ever had the chance to wear. So yes, I was totally going to take the chance to show off some of my more formal dresses this weekend. And I was going to look banging.
As I approached the desk, a pretty blonde girl looked up at me and smiled widely. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I have a room booked for this weekend, under the name Roberta Johnson?” I replied. I could already feel myself beginning to unwind.
“Of course, Ms Johnson, here’s your keycard-“ The girl pushed a thin sheet of plastic across the counter to me- “And your room is 203, on the second floor. Enjoy your stay!”
I nodded my thanks, grabbing the keycard and heading for the elevator. It pinged open as soon as I pressed the button, and I hopped in and made my way up to my temporary home. The hotel was non-descript, but in a really fancy way- with sandstone this, and minimalist that, I knew I’d picked the right choice for my weekend away.
I pushed the keycard into the slot, and the door to my room clicked open. I tried to take it all in as I went inside; a giant double bed opposite a big TV, exactly the sort of thing I needed for my breakfast in bed tomorrow morning. A bathroom filled with tiny, expensive-looking sample products and a view that looked out onto the highly touted garden. Light streamed in through the window, casting everything in a warm, soft glow, and I immediately felt the muscles tense from driving unwind. Yes, this is exactly what I needed. Dropping my bag, I flopped down on my bed, opening the room service menu so I could pick something to have for dinner. I ordered up a cheeseburger, flipped on the TV, and munched down my dinner as some vapid reality show flickered in front of me. It was just what I needed to switch my brain off.
When I was done with my meal, I slid the plate on to the desk that held up the television, and reached into my bag for my toiletries. I wanted to spend time I didn’t usually have on getting ready, on making myself look hot as hell. Wandering into the bathroom, I began to run myself a hot bath, picking out some of the citrus-scented shower gels from the shelf next to the sink, before I sank beneath the water, letting out a loud sigh as I did so. Man, that felt good.
It was awesome to be able to take the time to shave my legs, to really wash my hair, to let the soft bubbles soak away all the stress of my shitty ex-boyfriend. I guess it was kind of a blessing, really because Kieran had been shockingly bad in bed, but I had never seen that as a reason to dump someone before. Now, I would never ignore my gut again. Bad in bed probably meant crap in real life too. I had never even had an orgasm with Kieran, and had spent most of our time in bed figuring out how to convincingly fake it to make him feel better. And I would never be doing that again. No, a guy made me come or he didn’t; I wasn’t going to flatter his ego by pretending any more.
Climbing out of the bath, I towel-dried my hair before blasting it with the hairdryer, brushing it so it fell in gentle chestnut waves over my shoulders and down to my breasts. I picked out the pretty dress I’d chosen for the occasion- emerald, in a light, airy chiffon, the kind that brushed over my body and then hugged it in the right places. It made my legs look super-long, despite my short frame, and gave me some amazing cleavage when I wore it with my date-night bra. Panties were impractical, as they gave me crazy VPL, and there was also something super-sexy about going about your business with no underwear on, knowing you could give someone a show at any minute. Slipping on a pair of heels, I picked out some deep plum lipstick to pop against the colour of the dress. After a slick of mascara and eyeliner, I stepped back and admired myself in the mirror. Yeah, this was prime down-to-the-bar-to-flirt material. I looked like a wet dream, and I felt like one too. Placing my keycard in my purse, I made my way back to the elevator; time to make myself feel good.
Chapter Two
The bar was handsome, and looked surprisingly retro in comparison to the modern aesthetic of the rest of the hotel; mahogany wood and red velvet gave the whole thing an old-fashioned appeal, like it was plucked straight from an old spy movie. I liked it straight away.
Approaching the bar, I ordered my usual- a porn star martini- and perched myself on a stool next to the bar, surveying my fellow bar-goers. There were a handful of couples exchanging sweet looks in discreet booths, a couple of older businessmen knocking back scotch like their lives depended on it- and then there was someone else -someone else entirely.
He was dressed in a pinstripe navy suit, the sort that took real confidence to carry off. His hair was brushed back into a chaotic quiff, his face angular and striking, and the sort that you’d want to photograph if you were into that kind of thing. Sitting at the other end of the bar, his eyes met mine, and he cocked one of his eyebrows slightly. My heart leapt into my throat; Jesus, he was really cute. I wanted to do more than just flirt with him.
But I tried to keep my emotions in check, wrapping my lips around the straw to my drink and taking a deep sip. This weekend wasn’t about validating my attractiveness with some hot guy. I already knew I was hot, and I didn’t need some cute dude from the bar to fuck me to let me know that. But if that’s just where the night organically led, then who was I to complain?
It was hard to ignore, too, the burning chemistry between us, so strong I was surprised the whole bar hadn’t caught fire. Usually this kind of chemistry came for a second between people you glanced at in the street, but never got a chance to talk to again, but here we were, exchanging those muted, laden looks, with the whole even stretching out ahead of us to do with what we would. Maybe I would even go over and buy him a drink. I was single, I had money, and something about the thought of taking the initiative made me pretty happy.
But for now, I just wanted to exchange some flirty glances and see what happened. I met his eyes across the bar once again, and my heart fluttered when I realized he hadn’t looked away from me. And it wasn’t just my eyes, no- he was scanning all over my body, his face intent and interested, taking in my legs and my breasts, and the way my dress hugged me like an old friend I hadn’t seen in months. Then an idea hit me.
Was I really about to do this? I squirmed in my seat. He would be the only one to know, after all, and it wouldn’t do any harm…I adjusted my posture on the chair so that my body was angled towards him, and slowly parted my legs, making a show of it. I didn’t look at him till I was certain my legs were wide enough that he could see my pussy. The thought was insanely arousing to me, and I nonchalantly adjusted my dress so I could give him a better look. Yeah, there was no way he wasn’t going to notice
that.
I glanced back over at him, lifting my drink to my lips once again, and the look on his face was a treat- filled with lust and desire, and also a little bit of surprise. He looked even better than ever, if that was possible. I didn’t think it was, but here we were. His eyes lingered on my exposed pussy for a moment before I pulled my legs back together, shielding myself once again. I turned away from him, my heart pounding wildly- what had I just done? Showing a hot stranger my naked cunt was one of the dirtiest, and hottest, things I’d ever done.
“Excuse me, Miss…?”
A voice snapped me out of my reverie. I turned, and it was him- standing next to me, his hand on the back of my chair, only a few inches from me. He was even better close up- his nose crooked, his eyes cat-like and brown. I wanted to run my fingers through his messy hair, to bite his thin lips, but instead I answered in as controlled a voice as I could muster.
“Roberta. Yes?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come up to my room.”
The directness of his proposition was staggering, and arousing-did I really want to fuck a man whose name I didn’t even know?
“I’d love to.” The words were out of my mouth before I really had a chance to process them. They seemed to take us both by surprise, judging by the look of shock on his face. But, without missing a beat, he offered me his arm, and I downed the rest of my drink then took it. My heart was beating wildly, the pressure between my legs growing into something quite unbearable. I needed relief.
We stepped into the elevator in silence, knowing that the hotel staff had watched us perform our little courting ritual downstairs in full view of all the bar’s patrons. As the doors dinged shut, I turned to him.
“So, do I get your name, or…?”
And suddenly his mouth was on mine; his tongue was hot and insistent, parting my lips and melting me into him. He cupped one hand behind my neck to hold me still, and the other skimmed up my thigh, pushing the flimsy fabric of my dress out of the way. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were inside me; I let out an irrepressible groan against his mouth, my body arching against his as two fingers pumped in and out of my soaking pussy. The feeling was so urgent and so passionate that I thought I was going to squirt right there, in the elevator, with his fingers inside me, but the doors pinged open and he returned to normal almost immediately, leaving my lips swollen and my pussy aching with desire. Okay, this was going to be good. This was going to be really good. Offering me his arm once again, he answered my question.
“You can call me Harry.”
Harry. Yes, the name suited him; it seemed distinguished yet accessible. He led me down the corridor towards his door, and pushed the key card into the slot, allowing me to enter the room before him. Once the door had clicked shut behind us, he was on me again, his hands sinking gratefully into my waist as his mouth covered mine. We fell back on to his generous double bed, him on top of me, and he pinned my arms above my head as we made out. God, it was hot- having this guy control me as he peppered kisses down my neck and towards my breasts, using his spare hand to yank down my dress and lacy bra to reveal my nipple. Looking up at me, he slowly sank his teeth into my breast, eliciting something between a moan and a shriek from me. The feeling was exquisite. I looked down, and could see his erection pressing at the trousers of his navy suit. Now
that
was hot.
Pulling back from his torture of my breasts, Harry leant it to whisper in my ear, his breath hot on my prickling skin.
“Now, I want a taste of that delicious pussy. Then I want to fuck you senseless while you scream my name.”
I had never really been one for dirty talk, but those words sent a bolt of electricity through me - the kind that made my knees buckle and my breath hitch in my throat. He deftly pulled my dress over my head, unhooked my bra, and sat astride me, staring down at my naked form. The desirous look in his eyes was one that I wished I could take a snapshot of. Then he slid down between my thighs, his breath heavier and more urgent, and pushed my knees apart so my pussy was on display for him once again. I had never seen a man so keen to eat me out, and the feeling was outrageously hot.
Feeling his breath on the aching flesh of my pussy was unbearably good; the kind of anticipation that I thought only came in those seconds before orgasm. But nothing would top the feeling of him pressing his mouth into me.
His tongue was clearly practiced, as he started with long, slow licks from the bottom of my slit to the top of my pussy, letting out a series of moans and groans that confirmed to me that he enjoyed what he was doing. My body writhed under him, his hands on my ass, as I tried to arch my back to press my pussy against his mouth. He pulled away for a second and looked up at me, teasing, daring me to test him- the tense pout on my face must have convinced him to do more. He pressed his lips around my clit, sucking slightly, and I let out a desperate cry, my body wriggling under him, feeling my orgasm building inside me. I wanted this to go on forever, but I knew that, after foreplay that started down in the bar all of half an hour ago, I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
When it hit me, it was sudden and shocking, my body convulsing as I curled my abdomen and let out a long, satisfied groan. But he didn’t stop; my pussy was so sensitive, almost sore, but he kept going, his mouth slower and gentler to accommodate my aching flesh. I had never had someone keep going past the perfunctory single orgasm, and knowing that he desired me this much was intoxicating. I kept moving underneath him, my body trying to wriggle away as he focused on the most sensitive part of me, but he wouldn’t stop. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight off another orgasm much longer, and I didn’t want to- this was a guy I wanted to indulge in, like expensive wine or posh chocolate.
Just as I felt another orgasm cresting, he pulled away. I let out a disappointed mewl, and he looked up at me, his mouth glistening with evidence of my wetness.
“You’ll come when I say you can come, Roberta.”
His words were like bolts through me; I had never had someone tell me what to do like this in bed before, though I’d often wondered what it would be like. And it was super-hot- this dominant, gorgeous man had complete control on my body, down to my orgasms, and I loved it.
“I want to fuck you now. Is that okay?” Harry asked, his breathing heavy as he pulled himself back above me. I nodded, breathless, my body still tight and desperate for an orgasm. He pulled off his trousers and his shirt, undressing completely, and I finally got a look at his cock- it was thick, and must have been eight inches long. It looked like the kind of dick that would stretch you out in the most delicious way. I heard the ripping of a foil packet, and the condom was slid on; I was glad we didn’t have to argue about it. I noticed that Harry had kept hold of his tie.
Leaning forward, he slowly pushed his hands above my head again, wrapping the tie around my wrists. Oh my God, this was so hot-I felt my face flush as he wrapped the tie around my wrists, tightening the fabric just a little. He didn’t take his eyes off me, the previously soft brown now burning like a forest fire.
“I would love to do so much more to you, Roberta, but for tonight I just want to tie you up and fuck you silly.”
So much more? My mind reeled. What did he mean? The thought sent my brain into overdrive, but I tried to focus on the task at hand. I wanted to savour every second of our time together. I knew I would be replaying it over and over in my head for years to come.
Harry ran his hand down my waist and over my leg, lifting my foot onto his shoulder to allow for deeper penetration. He slowly kissed down my leg, and I shuddered at the feeling of his flesh against mine. Then, I felt him position the head of his cock at the entrance to my sex, and push into me.
I let out a cry as I felt his thick erection enter me; the feeling was incredible. I don’t think I’d ever wanted to get ducked as much as I did in that moment, and finally feeling him inside me was one of the most delicious sensations in the world. I looked at his face, and he was leant back, watching his cock stretch my pussy wide open. Being desired that much was a feeling I wasn’t used to, but one I very much wanted to become acquainted with.
I wanted to sink my fingers into his strong arms, but had to settle for watching his stunning face as he pounded into me. His hands occasionally roamed across my ass, peppering it was light slaps and spanks here and there, the kind that sent little shockwaves of pleasure echoing up to my pussy. Then he lent down to take a nipple into his mouth, and I practically exploded; the sensations, the atmosphere, our short but intense courtship were all coming together and all I wanted to do was feel that sweet release of orgasm once again. But I knew that I needed his permission. Even so, I felt my pussy begin to clench, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.
“Do you want to come, Roberta?”
Hearing the way his tongue caressed my name, I almost didn’t have time to answer before I blurted out “Yes, sir!”
Sir? Where had that come from? Whatever it was, it seemed to please him, as he pushed himself deep inside me and used his spare hand to caress my clitoris ever so gently.
“Well, then, I think you’ve earned it by now.”
My body reacted to his words, exploding around him, my cunt clenching at him as I let out an uncontrollable series of moans and groans and gasps. I thought the last orgasm had been intense but this one- this one was devastating, in the best possible way. My breath was still ragged as he plunged into me once again, one hand on my breast and the other on my ass.
“I’m going to come inside you now, Roberta.”
His announcement came through gritted teeth, and knowing that it was me who’d bought him to this level of pleasure was the sort of moment I’d treasure forever. Letting out a gasp, I felt his dick tense and that release inside me. The feeling was intoxicating, addictive, and I immediately wanted more. My arms were straining at their binds, desperate to reach out and touch his toned body. He took his time pulling out of me, disposing of the condom in a nearby trashcan, and reached up to undo my wrists. Even his proximity now was kind of a turn-on, even though I was exhausted and in need of a drink. I wondered what would happen next. He was the first one to speak.
“Roberta, that was spectacular. Thank you so much.”
I nodded, smiling. “My pleasure. Literally.”
He laughed, displaying a row of perfect teeth. “Very good. I know it sounds like a cliché, but I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I need to be off early. Would it be terribly cruel if I threw you out, or…?”