One Night Stand
Blythe stood in the elevator watching the light travel up the floor indication panel. Her palms began to sweat nervously. She ran her hands down her hips to rid them of the moisture. Her thoughts traveled back to the 2 am phone call from a hotel room.
The doors opened slowly giving her access to the seventh floor. Her thoughts snapped back to reality as she stepped out and walked down the corridor. She stopped in front of room 483. Her hand was poised to knock but she held back. "Should I really be doing this?" She was overwhelmed with the urge to turn and run away but she stood frozen by her indecision. Suddenly the door swung open and he stood there, staring down at her. Her eyes traveled up and down his body. His tank clung tightly to his torso, revealing every chiseled line. The thin fabric of his pajama bottoms did little to conceal his growing his arousal.
Her hand dropped to her side. "Hi."
Without a word, he reached out and slipped his fingers inside her belt loop. With one swift tug, she was pulled inside the room. She watched as he kicked the door shut behind them. He fondled her roughly. His lips crushed down on hers.
"I wasn't sure you would come."
"I almost didn't." Her words came out breathlessly. She was still caught helplessly within a web of indecision.
He smiled. His breath was warm against her face. "You won't regret your decision."
Their clothing was shed quickly, mapping their path from the door to the bed as a sexy smile contorted his lips. He backed her toward the bed and she fell backwards onto the mattress. She gasped as he fell on top of her.
"Don't lose your breath yet. We haven't even gotten started."
His kisses became more passionate. He hungrily devoured every inch of her body.
"I've dreamed of this so many times, Blythe."
His kisses moved along her neck and slowly down her chest. He cupped her breasts and lifted them to meet his open mouth. She moaned as he sucked each nipple in turn. The sounds which escaped her lips excited him even more and he bit down on her flesh. She stiffened and cried out in pain.
"Be careful! No marks."
"Shhh! I'm trying." He lifted his head and found her mouth again. He forced his tongue between her lips. His kisses were hot and urgent.
"I've fantasized about you so many times."
She smiled. "Really?"
"Oh, hell yeah." He breathed his words into her open mouth.
She rolled over and straddled his stomach. She began to cover his torso with butterfly kisses. "What did you fantasize about?" She rocked back and forth slowly to torment him.
"Peeling away your clothes. Tasting every inch of you. Hearing you scream out my name. The feeling of you on top of me, riding me." He raised his hips impatiently. His erection throbbed beneath her. "Come on. Don't make me wait anymore."
She raised her hips and reached down to guide his entry. He moaned as her walls closed around him tightly. His head plunged back into the pillow. Slowly, she began to move up and down on him. Passion overtook him and he flipped her over. He pinned her hands above her head and rested his body on hers.
"That's how your boyfriend likes it, isn't it?"
She nodded as she moved against him. She was anxious for him to respond in return.
"I don't like it slow and gentle." He brushed her lips with his tongue. He pulled away when she invited him inside. Her mouth watered in desire for a mere taste. A desire which he found pleasure in denying her.
"I want you."
He smiled. "I can't hear you."
"I want you. Now." She thrust her hips against him. She was desperate to feel him moving inside her.
"Show me how bad you want it."
He withdrew himself from her and she groaned at the feeling of his absence. She pulled her hands from his grasp and brought his head down. She forced her tongue into this mouth. She kissed him hungrily. She hoped she could express the need that only he could fulfill.
"Please? I want you. Please?"
Quickly, he lifted her legs which she locked tightly around his waist. With one thrust, he entered her again and began pumping viciously. She gasped from the intensity of his movements. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand.
"Unh, Blythe!" His voice rang out.
She began grinding her hips against his. Her nails ran down his back, leaving reddened trails on his perfect body. He lowered his head and moved his mouth across her neck and shoulders. He bit down roughly, forcing her to cry out. The sound turned him on even more.
"Does he do you like this?"
"No! Oh, God no!"
She screamed out which forced him to cup his hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.
"Shh! Someone's gonna hear us."
As he forced himself deeper inside her, the pain was pleasurable. She slid away from him slightly.
"Where the hell you goin? Fuck no. You're gettin' all 9 inches, Blythe."
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down roughly. He shoved his shaft deep inside her.
She gave in and they moved together. His eyes rolled back and a deep moan escaped his lips. He found the spot he'd been searching for and began to move frantically with short, hard, fast strokes. Grunting with determination, he thrust his dick harder and deeper. His mouth fell open as the waves of pleasure began to engulf him. Each word was an effort.
"Say my name."
"Tom!"
"Again!"
Tom reached between them and began rubbing her clit harshly.
"Unh, Tom. Oh God. Ahhh!" She cried out as she came.
Tom's orgasm followed with a final thrust that nearly split her being. Her legs relaxed as Tom collapsed between her trembling thighs. Sweat poured over their bodies as they lay together, waiting for the high to end. He began to blanket her body in his sweet kisses. Slowly, she brushed her hair back from her face and sighed.
He looked up into her eyes. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "I'm a little sore."
Tom smiled. "Let me fix that."
Without waiting for a response, he kissed his way down her chest. His tongue trailed down her stomach. Finally his mouth found her wetness. He caught her clit between his lips and began to suck on it gently before sliding his tongue between the folds of her aching center. She gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer. As his tongue darted in and out, she moved her hips in circles against his face. Tom's hands rubbed her thighs. His fingers dug deep into her flesh. She came suddenly and called out his name over and over again as she bathed his face in the release of her passion.
Tom brought his mouth to hers and she tasted herself on his lips. He gazed into her eyes with a smile of complete satisfaction on his face.
"I need to go, Tom. Is there a room on this floor?"
"Yeah, I made sure there's one next door."
Tom watched as she stood and began dressing. He lay on his side with his head propped up on his elbow. "You don't have to go, Blythe. You can stay."
"Yes, I do and, no, I can't, Tom. You know that."
"Can I have a kiss goodnight?"
She leaned down and kissed him softly. She pulled away before she lost herself again. "I'll see you later, Tom."
She slipped out silently and escaped into the adjoining room.
Several hours later she found herself in front of room 483 once again poised to knock. This time it was Gustav that answered the door, a smile covering his face.
"Hey, you! Bill, I think it's for you."
Bill leaned forward in expectation. "Who is it?"
Gustav smiled. "Your girl."
She stepped past Gustav into the room. Her eyes fell on Tom. Her body still ached from the early morning exertion. She looked at Bill and smiled. A smile covered Bill's face as he stood to greet her.
"Blythe! Hey, baby! C'mere!"
She allowed herself to be taken into his arms as he pulled her tightly against his chest. She pulled away and he kissed her gently before he embraced her once more. He cast his gaze around the room.
"Did you guys plan this? Did you know she was coming?"
A small smile covered Tom face as he said, "I did."