Ellie…
Eight o’clock rolled around sooner than Ellie would have liked. She’d felt worried about her dinner with Morgan. It didn’t feel like the same kind of nervous when she went to his penthouse the first time to deliver his phone. What she felt now, just felt—different. Like she kept remembering the look in his eyes before he turned and got into his car. It gave the hot shivers. He’d asked her out. She’d kept repeating this statement the entire time she was setting the diner up today.
Joanna had done nothing but probe Ellie for answers about Morgan’s sudden interest in the diner.
Ellie told her repeatedly that she didn’t know about any of it, that Morgan was a business man, and this was probably just a business opportunity for him, or a tax write-off, just like she had said earlier.
Now, as she waited for Morgan to pick her up, Joanna probed some more, “But he’s taking you out to dinner,” she said.
“He’s just a nice guy,” Ellie responded.
“A hot, nice guy,” Joanna rebutted.
Yeah, he was, but surely, that didn’t have anything to do with it. She knew better but her probing was making it so much worse. “Well, Joanna, what do you want? Wouldn’t you be just as appreciative if he wasn’t hot?”
Joanna feigned being offended. “Well, I most certainly would,” she said.
Just then, the Hunt Company’s sleek, dark limo pulled up in front of the diner.
Ellie turned to Joanna. “Well then, try not to worry too much about it, okay? He’s just a nice guy that’s invited me to dinner. That’s all.”
She said goodbye to Joanna and stepped out of the diner. The driver came out and went around to open the door for her. Ellie waved at Joanna, who stood gaping through the diner window. The driver got back into the limo and drove off.
“So, where are we going?” Ellie asked.
“Back to the Hunt Hotel,” he said without looking back.
Ellie pondered that for a moment. “Is there any way I can get you to take me back to my apartment, first? I’d like to change.”
“It’s all been taken care of, ma’am. I have very detailed instructions as per Mr. Hunt,” the driver answered.
She apparently had no say in this matter. Ellie sat back in her seat and remembered the last time she sat in this very same seat. It was hard to believe that a chance encounter with a handsome stranger had brought her to this very spot. Well, it was sort of a meaningful encounter. Pulling her out of a burning building and risking himself to do so. She still told herself not to get ahead of her fantasies. It was a date though. She couldn’t avoid this fact. It might be something special but then again, he may just be fast and loose with women and she would be put back in this very limo and dropped off for good, after he was done. She shook away her anxiety. Enjoy it. And for Pete’s sake, do not read anything into it. This way, you will not be surprised and hurt when he is through with you. But why does he even want me?
She again, tried to get a damn grip.
Didn’t she want this too? Hadn’t she? Now here it was, against all the odds and she was already picturing herself being dumped. It was so pathetic. Try to experience it and then treasure it later on when you are back in your real life.
It was a very short drive from the diner to the Hunt Hotel. The driver got out and escorted Ellie into the lobby and up to Morgan’s suite. Once there, the driver opened the door for her to let her in. “Through that door you will find everything you need to get ready for your dinner out on the balcony with Mr. Hunt,” he said as he pointed to a room off to the side.
Her eyes widened. “Dinner on the balcony?”
“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Hunt is waiting.”
Ellie looked towards the golden drapes that were drawn tight and felt speechless. She didn’t know what to think but decided that very much like her first day at high school, this was out of her hands, so she should just go with it. She thanked the driver and then scurried into the room to change.
Live it, Ellie and just let go.
She was immediately drawn to the king sized bed where an assortment of beautiful evening gowns were laid out for her. She picked one up and held it to her body.
Oh, wow!
There were shoes, jewelry, even undergarments. Now, she seriously felt like Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman, minus the hooker part. She at least wasn’t that. Yes, she worked for tips, but not that kind. She almost laughed aloud. Okay, her nerves were raring up again, and making her feel like an idiot.
Without wasting any time, she stripped and showered, so she could try on gowns. She wasn’t going to bother questioning Morgan’s motives. He was, as she had told Joanna, a nice guy that appeared to genuinely like her. How could she possibly question that? Though, she stopped for a second and remembered that intense gaze he’d given her again. It had taken her breath from her. To actually be under that intense gaze for an extended amount of time would be harrowing, maybe? She shivered. Just like the dream, she’d had. It ended up in tragedy, in flames.
Just let this be, Ellie! It was just a damn dream.
After holding up each gown, Ellie concluded that they were all pretty revealing by her standards, but no matter. This would be a night to remember. After much debate, she selected a low cut, backless, shimmery, gold gown with a slit all the way up her thigh. A gold, lace thong, long golden, dangly earrings, and gold heels completed the ensemble. She decided to fix her hair in an upsweep to reveal her slim, sensual neck—one of her more attractive features.
With a deep breath, she stepped out of the room, past the golden drapes and out onto the balcony where she saw Morgan looking out over the banister. She stepped towards him and cleared her throat, announcing her arrival.
Morgan turned around and gave her an approving smile. “Wow!” he said. “You look gorgeous.” He studied her with heat in those grey eyes.
“Really?” she asked and felt her face, neck, and shoulders flush with warmth. Those eyes would be the end of her if she allowed herself to get caught in them.
“Yeah,” he said and led her by the hand to her seat. “I wanted you to enjoy this beautiful view in a way fitting for a girl as stunning as you.”
Was this really happening? Get a hold Ellie. She tried to think of a good response, but just couldn’t find the words to describe what she felt, but she managed a, “Thank you.”
As Morgan took his seat, Ellie let out a deep breath and raised up her glass of champagne.
“Tonight, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself,” Morgan stated and picked his glass up as well. He held her gaze for a long time before raising his glass and saying, “To a most memorable night.”
Ellie tilted her glass and took a sip, just like he did. The warm feeling of the champagne as it went down and the seductive look in Morgan’s eyes made her feel like anything could happen tonight. After another few sips, she was certain anything would. It might help to calm her tremble. Lord knows that look he was giving her did anything but calm her.
“Not too many women could pull that dress off,” he noted as he set his glass down.
Ellie felt shaken by the compliment. She wondered if he really thought this or was he just being nice again? “I’m so glad you approve,” she said, realizing that from this point on, the champagne would do most of the talking, allowing her to speak a little more freely. She welcomed that. She needed to allow this to just be, and not constantly be picking it apart.
“I do,” he said. “I cleared my schedule so that I could come back to Philly for the sole purpose of seeing you again. I’m glad I did.”
Ellie’s heart fluttered. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the fire.”
Ellie took another sip, and then another longer one. Liquid courage gave her the strength to confess, “I felt like crying when you left the other day. I thought I’d never see you again.” She giggled and took another sip. “Silly, right?” Oh, man, maybe champagne courage was actually making her stupid and too talkative.
Morgan
She cried? No, surely, that was the champagne speaking, and by the look in her eye, she wanted tonight to happen just as badly as he did, so Morgan gave her an appropriate response, “Not at all,” he said. “It just means that we are both on the same page.”
Then why did he feel like a predator? But it didn’t take too much to ignore that nagging feeling. Ellie looked amazing and he was a pro at sealing the deal. He’d have her in his bed within the hour. He’d slake his lust and finally be able to go back to concentrating on business.
“And, what page is that?”
“Hang around and I’ll show you,” he purred and arched a brow.
Ellie’s smile was brighter than all the lights that lit up the city. The sunshine he’d noticed the first time she’d opened her eyes when he’d held her at the diner. Now, here, she absolutely glowed. He didn’t know how much longer he could put off the inevitable. He wanted her now.
She narrowed her eyes and looked directly at Morgan. “So, something is happening between us. You feel it, too?”
Morgan nodded, never taking his eyes off of her. He felt his pants get tighter and couldn’t wait to get them off. He couldn’t wait to get Ellie out of that dress, too. All this trouble just to want to tear it all away and get what he wanted.
He stood and came around the table to where she sat. Taking her hand, he had her stand. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.” Truth. Did he plan this from the moment he laid eyes on her. Maybe? He just had to have her. He needed to have her.
Ellie looked up at him with her big baby blue eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, and dipped his head down to claim her mouth with his.
Her rosy lips were sweet and moist. Wasting no time, he pulled her closer so his hands touched her bare back. Her skin felt soft and silken smooth. Like he’d dreamt. Her scent almost made him dizzy. He shook it away, he needed self control for this to play out like he wanted it to. He wanted to wrap her around him. Devour her. Take her. Dip into her essence—have her at his whim—build her up and watch her fall apart.
Ellie
He was rock hard. Ellie could feel him through his pants. God, how long had it been for her? Too long, she thought, as she kissed him back. She threw her arms around his neck, completely giving in to him. She wanted him—no denying that. Why not do so? Here was a man she really could have at least for one night. Someone she knew could use his power to bring her to where she longed to be. Like she fantasized about. The real thing. She just knew it in her heart, he would give her what she’d secretly yearned for.
He pressed her into him, her supple figure bent to his will. He cupped her bottom and squeezed, pressing her even more into his groin. Morgan growled into her ear, “Let’s take this inside.”
Still spinning from the heady kiss, Ellie followed him back inside where he led her to his bedroom. Things were moving so fast, but they felt so right. She wanted this. No regrets. She needed this, she just hoped she was right about him. Her build up of him had to be true.
Behind closed doors, Morgan took his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt while Ellie kicked her heels off and removed her dangly earrings.
“Let your hair down,” Morgan insisted.
She did and then stood patiently awaiting his next command.
He approached her and placed a warm hand on her cool shoulder. “Are you chilly?”
“No, just nervous.”
“Don’t be. I’ll make sure we both enjoy this.”
Ellie loved that he took charge. She hoped it was a sign of her instincts being right. She’d never have had the courage to make the first move. She melted into him as he kissed her again and slowly slid her dress off her shoulders. Ellie let it pool around her feet so that she stood in it in just her lace thong.
He held her close with a hand at the small of her back and trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulders. He sighed. “You feel so good against me,” he whispered in a low deep tone.
His voice made her tremble. God, how could a voice do that? She slid a hand into his open shirt and felt along his tight chest and abs. “Goddamn, you do, too,” she whispered back. She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. She took a moment to appreciate his rock hard chiseled physique which was flawless, and she could hardly believe that she was about to do things with that body. Oh wow, it was about to happen!
He admired her, as well. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kissed her once more before pushing her gently back onto his bed. He bent over her and stroked her cheek, then slid his hand down her throat to her chest where he took her breast in his hand.
Ellie sucked in a breath as he dipped down to kiss it, and then took her nipple into his hot mouth.
She combed her fingers through his thick hair and arched her back while he worked, making her nipple stand at attention. Then he moved on to the other one before continuing his trail of kisses down her flat abdomen, to her pelvis. He hooked a finger under her thong and carefully slipped it off, leaving her completely naked before him.
“No fair,” she teased, and pointed at his pants which were still zipped up and on him.
He grinned and stealthily removed his shoes, and then pulled his pants off, leaving him only in his boxer briefs.
Ellie admired the huge tent his erection made in the front. “Looks like he wants out,” she said.
“He and I both want you.”
Ellie smiled. She wanted him out too. She’d dreamed of having him inside her though. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t lusting for him at this point. She felt curious about the size of him, but knew he had more than enough to please her even at this vantage point.
He smiled back as he slowly pulled down his boxers and revealed a very nice sized, almost fully erect cock.
“Oh, my,” she said breathlessly. Truly, he was built like a god. No disappointment here. She bit at her lip in anticipation.
He chuckled, then spread her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed where he kneeled. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours,” he stated and lightly licked her inner thigh.
She propped herself up on her elbows and threw her head back. “Ohhhh.” She gasped.
His hands moved seductively along her thighs closer to her center while he kissed and licked. He placed a hand on her abdomen and then with his finger, parted her folds then gently slid a finger inside of her.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
He worked his finger in and out of her, making her nice and wet, before lightly tracing his tongue along the edge of her entrance.
“Ohhhh,” she whimpered and lay back on the bed so she could open her legs wider.
Morgan slipped a second finger inside of her. Then a third. Then he put his warm lips on her clit.
Ellie arched her body and grabbed at the sheets. “Yes,” she said, realizing that she was close to achieving orgasm already, and they had hardly begun.
He swirled his tongue over her plump clit while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of her.
She planted her heels on the edge of the bed so that she could meet his strokes. “Oh, my god,” she said. “I’m going to come.”
Morgan didn’t let up. He drove her to a quick and powerful climax that left her shuddering beneath him. When it was over, he flipped her around and positioned her on her knees. “I hope you’re not too worn out, yet. There are so many more things I want to do to you,” he vowed and grabbed her hips.
He lined his cock with her entry and slowly pushed in.
Ellie was still reeling from her very satisfying orgasm, but instantly responded to his thrusts by pushing back onto his cock. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“You’ll come at least a couple more times before this night is over,” he promised as he grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her head back. With his other hand, he lightly smacked her ass. “Spread your legs wider and reach down and rub your clit,” he commanded.
“Oh,” Ellie said a little surprised, but she quickly obeyed, amazed at what a turn on that was.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said and continued his steady rhythm of slow, long strokes.
He smacked her ass again and Ellie could feel another orgasm building. The spanking was a real turn on and she never knew it would be. “Oh, my god,” she squealed, again.
“You’re gonna come, again,” he said, almost like a command. “I want you to come on my cock this time. I want to feel your sweet pussy grip my cock.”
Ellie was a frantic mess, now mindless with pleasure and feeling so turned on by his tone, his actions…his power as she pushed back onto him with all the energy she could muster while at the same time, rubbing her plump and juicy clit. No man had ever spoken to her like this, and she couldn’t believe how much she liked it. It was such a turn on.
Morgan pulled a little more on her hair, urging her to climax. He smacked her ass once more before picking up his pace.
Ellie felt weak as a huge orgasm washed over her before she even realized it. Her body seemed to just obey his, without her even being involved. Free. It felt so freeing. “Oh, fuck,” she cried out.
Morgan growled behind her, but kept pumping into her. “That’s it. Come all over my cock.”
His voice and his tone made her shudder in an all out weakened ecstasy. Ellie’s orgasm burst from inside of her and emanated to her outermost limbs. She slumped down to the bed afterwards and felt Morgan pull out.
She rolled over and after catching her breath said, “I’ve already climaxed twice and you have yet to get any satisfaction.”
“Oh, I’ve gotten plenty of satisfaction,” he said. “You have no idea what a turn on it is for me to see a woman climax at my hand.” He climbed onto the bed and laid next to her. “Do you need a minute to catch your breath?”
Ellie sat up. “I’m good. What did you have in mind next?”
Morgan pushed his dick up so that it stood straight up from his groin a good eight inches. “I want you to ride me,” he said.
Oh, my. Ellie stared at his very impressive offer for a few seconds and concluded that it was definitely the biggest she’d ever had. She also hadn’t had much practice on top. She took a deep breath and replied, “Okay,” before climbing on top of him.
“Not like that,” he said and motioned for her to turn around. “I want to enjoy your ass while you get off.”
Oh, wow! This kind of talk definitely made her wet. Oh, god, how does he know this about me, when I never knew this myself really? She was learning all kinds of things about herself tonight. She did as he asked and turned so her back was facing him and she positioned herself above his huge hard erection.
“Get up on your feet,” he said. “You’ll have more control that way and you’ll definitely enjoy it more.”
She’d never tried it like this before, but trusted him and did as he asked. With a hand on his chest for support, she guided him into her.
“Oh, yeah,” he urged her on.
She turned around to gauge his satisfaction. “You like that, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman in control. You’re in charge, now. It’s up to you to get me off.”
Oh, the pressure, but she definitely wanted to please him. After trying a few different angles, she found one that felt really good. Morgan supported her back with his big, strong hands, so her hands were free. She placed them on her thighs for added support and began a slow, seductive dance where she rolled her hips up and down. Oh, that feels so good.
“Yeah,” Morgan said. “Now pinch your nipples.”
“What?” She turned to look at him.
“You get off on me talking dirty to you. I can tell. Now pinch your nipples,” he commanded.
Ellie could feel her face flush with heat, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She felt empowered in some odd way. She lacked the courage to do things on her own, but certainly had the strength to carry out his commands, no matter how provocative or straightforward they were. She smiled at Morgan and then turned back around and put her hands up to her breasts. “How’s this?” she asked as she rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, yeah. That’s really turning me on,” he said. “Now play with your clit. I want you to get off again, one more time before I do.”
Ellie paused.
Morgan encouraged her. “Come on, baby. Come on my rock hard cock.”
Holy smokes! He was all she’d wanted. The man had hidden this commanding personality. Or had he? Now, she felt his true intentions. This would be a night she wouldn’t forget and that was all she felt sure of. Ellie reached down between her legs to her very soaked folds and toyed with the plump little button there. Immediately, she felt the build, the erotic pulse of her own body and savored each stroke. His cock felt so good inside of her, too. Filled to the brim, she could feel every ridge, every vein inside her rubbing her inner walls. She bounced on it a few more times before realizing that she would indeed, climax again.
“Ahhh,” she let out as she picked up the pace.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he prompted his voice raspy now.
His voice seemed to act as an explosive catalyst and she peaked. “Oh, fuck!” she yelled out.
“Yes!”
“Oh!” She threw her head back as her body tensed. Color streamed behind her eyes to a brilliant hue until all she could see was the same bright light she remembered from when he’d headed toward her in the fire. Oh, god, this was almost more than she could handle.
Morgan grabbed her hips and ground her into his groin as his body tensed, as well. She felt him pulse inside of her as he came. Then she felt his heat, like she’d never felt before with anyone. If she could burn up and disappear into ash, she would have from this. Their bodies were one at that moment as they both climaxed. He had timed it that way—she just knew this. This culmination of ecstasy and a full blown erotic crescendo.