Chapter 8: Harbor

I wasn’t going to stick around and watch Evan flirt with another woman after all the flirting with me. But I was glad he hadn’t opted to leave me in the room all alone. I didn’t think I could stand him banging some lady in his room while I had to listen to it. I could get that kind of treatment at home.

Instead, he drove us back to our hotel, and he took me upstairs, staying close to my side the entire time. Once we got to the room, he ordered us something from room service, and we sat making small talk as we waited for it to arrive. While we ate, he announced that he’d be going out to play a round of golf while I opted to stay in, but he promised he’d take me to a nice late dinner.

I had a nap and when I woke I could hear the shower coming from his side of the room. I went over and pushed the door to see that he’d left it open. I thought about him in the shower, and my body warmed, especially between my legs where an ache was building like never before. I’d come before thinking about him, and now I was feeling another urge even stronger to have him. I considered going to the bathroom, opening his door and walking right into that shower with him, but I wasn’t brave enough for that. I crawled back in my bed, but I was much too hot to get back beneath the covers.

I listened for the shower, making sure I could still hear it, and I slipped my hand into my panties and brushed my fingers against my tight bud. It was already swollen and tender as if I’d been giving it attention, but I didn’t think I’d done so in my sleep. I checked the Ortho-Nouveau site, and things were still looking good, so I let my legs fall open wide and slipped my finger into my channel. It didn’t take much, and it was soaked, dripping like never before. My nipples were also as hard as diamonds, and when I touched them a sharp pinch of painful need shot straight to my core so fast I cried out before I knew what was happening. I worked myself through my first orgasm minutes later, and I had gotten so lost in the moment that I hadn’t noticed if the shower was still running.

Suddenly, while I was working the shallows of myself so I could rub against my sensitive clit, the door opened in front of me.

Evan walked in, a devilish grin spreading his lips as he realized what I was up to and it took all I had in me to stop my ministrations and sit up. My tank top was still nudged up allowing my breast to show and my face was red with the heat of my embarrassment.

“Need a little help?” He walked to the foot of my bed, and I straightened my clothes, my sleep shorts were still pushed to the side, but I crossed my legs, feeling the aching desire still building at my core.

“I was just waking up and about to shower.”

“That’s not what I saw.” He came across the bed, closing the distance between us, his hands resting on my knees. “Why don’t you be a good girl and show me what you were doing.”

The urge to touch myself was so great that I could hardly keep myself still. I rolled my hips just to let my core tighten, and my chest was heaving as I panted. “I don’t know what you—

“Don’t lie to me, you dirty girl. I know just what you were doing, and I want you to keep doing it.” His voice was but a whisper against my cheek, and I met his eyes with a wide stare. I couldn’t do what he was asking. It was too embarrassing. But my body was saying something else entirely. It wanted the orgasm that I could still feel building.

He glanced down and nudged my knees apart. “Your little shorts are soaked with your juices. You’ve been at it a while, haven’t you? Naughty thing, you.” His hand brushed across the front of my shorts, where all of my nerves were wound tight and waiting for their release. I cried out as he rubbed. “That’s right, baby girl. Fuck, you’re so wet. Touch yourself for me. Show me just what you were doing.”

I closed my eyes, and his hand closed over mine. Before I could protest, he’d placed my hand back across my mound, and he helped me press against myself, coaxing my fingers to slip under my shorts.

I finally worked myself, and he sat back and watched a moment before kneeling in front of me and pulling down my shorts and panties. I kept my eyes focused on his as he watched me and licked his lips. “You’ve got something for me, don’t you Harbor?”

Suddenly two of his fingers touched me, going a bit deeper than I ever had.

“There it is right there. You want me to bust that hot little cherry for you, don’t you? That’s why you’re in here being a naughty girl.” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted it. I wanted anything he was willing to give me, willing to give him every part of myself, no matter the cost. “Tell me, Harbor.” He worked his fingers upward toward my clit, brushing my fingers away as his took over. “You want me to take it from you, don’t you?”

My words strangled from my throat. “No.”

“Yes, you do. Tell me, Harbor.”

“No, I mean, I want to give it to you.” His eyes lit as the words were spoken and he closed the distance and captured my mouth in a deep kiss.

I melted against him and held on to his cheek until he pulled away, and then he lowered himself to my center and the next thing I knew, his tongue was working me, darting against my swollen bud in slow flicks. I shuddered and moaned, and he pushed his tongue between my folds as a soaking orgasm rolled over me. He slurped against me as I writhed against him. He flattened his palm against my breast and pushed me back against the bed.

He came up, and his lips looked swollen from their use, his face flushed and his eyes hungry for me. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” I kissed him again, and then he pulled away and smiled.

“I have an idea.” He kissed me between our words as his fingers tickled against my bud. Then he dove back down and kissed my bare mound. “God, I love this slick little pussy.”

“My friend told me to do it. I’ve never done it before.” I spoke quickly, the words falling from my lips like milk spilling from a pitcher.

“Well, I’ll have to thank her when I meet her.”

“I think she was hoping you’d get to see it.” I winced at the thought of all those eyes on me. “I’ll have to tell her that a whole roomful of men and a few women appreciated it.”

“Yeah, I saw their eyes, they all wanted you.” The thought of how dirty it had been made my core pulse against his fingers, and he smiled. “You like the thought of that, don’t you?” He worked me nice and slow. “Tell me you did, Harbor.”

I wanted to deny it, but part of me had liked it. “I did.”

“That’s a girl. I want you to be honest with me. You can tell me all of your desires.” He rose up on his knees and then lifted my hips to center himself at my entrance. “You’re so soaked, Harbor, I know you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

I was. I was worked into such a frenzy of need. I couldn’t seem to stop the ache. “Please.”

“Mm, I’ve always liked a beggar. But you don’t have to beg, baby. I’m going to give you just what you want.” He gripped his cock and pushed the head against my lips letting it part them. Then he pushed his way against me until he met something that seemed to resist. I was so full of aching need that I just wanted him deeper. I didn’t care what it would take.

I braced myself as he pulled away and then in one hard thrust, he splintered me apart and sank to my depths. I felt a sharp burning pain as he grunted and moaned, then he captured my mouth and rocked in and out until the pain subsided.

“Fuck, you feel so amazing. Tell me what you were thinking about when you touched yourself.”

The question burned in my cheeks as I answered. “You.”

“Really? That’s so hot, baby.” He lifted my legs up over his shoulder and pushed deeper. “You’re flattering me.” He whispered the words against my lips.

“No, it’s not the first time. I did after our meeting.” I looked his dead in the eyes so he’d know how serious I was. “I thought about what it would be like to be with you.”

“So, how is it?” He ground his cock hard against me, his thick base spreading me even wider.

I was so busy moaning and trying to catch my breath that my answer was strangled. “Amazing.” I closed my eyes and raised my hips to grind against him.

My walls began to spasm, and the feeling was so intense that I couldn’t think about anything else as they gripped his cock and milked him. I wasn’t thinking about anything but the burning heat of pleasure building and the tender spot where my device had been implanted.

It was well after time to take effect, so at least I knew I was covered. I hoped anyway.

I met his eyes, and he fucked me hard with slow, long and deliberate strokes. “I don’t know what I was waiting for,” I gasped.

“I do. You were waiting for me.”