Chapter 33

He trailed kisses from my lips to my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he said in my ear, his voice a whisper, and continued his trail of kisses down my neck.

Jay pushed me down so I was lying on the bed with my legs hanging off it. He straddled me, trapping me. His hands palmed my tits through my clothing. I wanted to take off my top, to give him unrestrained access to me, but couldn’t free my arms from his legs.

He stood and I remained motionless on the bed, watching him, trying to anticipate what he would do next. He pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles looked even more contoured in the room’s shadows. He undid his jeans but left them on, and kneeled on the floor.

Jay licked and nipped his way up both my legs. His rough hands followed, caressing and grabbing at my skin. When he reached my skirt, he pushed it up, bunching it around my pelvis. My pussy dripped, longing for his touch, and of being pounded by his cock.

His fingers brushed against my lips, separated by my panties, sending my pussy into overtime.

He stood and said, “Put your hands above your head.”

I complied, not taking my eyes off him. He leaned over and ripped open my blouse, sending the buttons flying. He grabbed my bra cup in one hand, and the strap in the other, then pulled them apart. Then repeated the action on the other cup. He flipped my bra down, exposing my tits.

Jay grabbed my tits, treating them much kinder than he had my bra. My nipples hardened under his touch, and my pussy welled. I tried to roll up, to kiss him and touch his body, but he pushed me back into place.

“I said put your hands above your head.” There was no malice in his voice, only firmness. I laid my arms on the bed above me, expecting things to go the way they had at the lake. I waited.

Jay walked around the corner and flicked on the harsh overhead lights. Blinded by the sudden light, my eyes shut. When I opened them, Jay was standing at the end of the bed surveying me. His eyes raked my body from top to bottom, sending shivers down my spine.

He took off his jeans and boxers. Naked, he rubbed his cock a few times until it stood hard in front of his belly. My thighs clenched at the sight of his perfect body and massive cock. I wished he’d hurry up and rip off my skirt and panties and fuck me.

Instead he climbed on the bed and straddled me again, higher this time. His balls hovered over my mouth.

“Open.”

I relaxed my jaw and allowed my mouth to open wide. I pushed my tongue out and relished the contact I found with his balls. Jay went up on his knees, pulling himself from the reach of my tongue. I moaned in disappointment.

He looked down at me with an arched eyebrow. I blushed, embarrassed at my position. But he stared into my eyes and angled his cock down. As soon as the tip was near enough, I latched on. My lips formed a tight seal around it and sucked the head into my mouth.

“Now you can move your hands.”

I clasped his shaft with one hand and his balls in the other. My tongue licked side to side, and I suppressed my gag reflex and sucked as much of his cock into me as possible.

The walls of my pussy dripped in readiness. I pulsated my hips. Here I was in a hotel with my boyfriend who’d turned out to be rich. The desire for him burned throughout me, and he was in total control of me. I was powerless to resist him.

Jay pushed my hands down and moved off me. Leaving me once again waiting.

Beside me, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek, my neck, down to my breasts. He flipped his hand over and brushed his fingertips around my nipples until they poked into him. I flared my ribcage, trying to gain more from him. With more pressure, his hand moved down over my belly.

When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he slipped a finger of each hand between it and my skin. His fingers moved around until they were at the zipper under my backside. With ease, he lifted my hips and unzipped my skirt. He stood at the end of the bed where my legs were still dangling, and pulled off my skirt and panties.

His eyes moved from my exposed pussy, up my front to my eyes, locking them with mine.

“I want to make you scream, beautiful.”

My insides prickled. His voice, smooth as always, electrified me. Especially when he called me that. In my position, I was powerless to do anything but wait. It seemed I was always waiting for him. For his text, his presence, his cock. His explanation. But my God was he worth the wait.

He knelt on the floor between my legs, and a hand on the inside of each of my thighs. I relaxed back into the bed and closed my eyes. His tongue slid up and down my wet slit, darting into my hole at one end and pressing on my clit at the other.

Jay kissed around my mound and nibbled my thighs. My pussy wanted him back, but he kept at my thighs. I tilted my pelvis and moaned loudly, urging him back to my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Harder and stronger he sucked until I thought he might detach it from my body and swallow it.

I screamed at the joy ripping through my body. As I screamed, he pushed his fingers into my hole and pressed against my front wall. I climaxed at the touch, but he didn’t stop. And neither did my orgasm.

Somehow he was maintaining it, keeping me high. My heart pounding and my breathing shallow, I screamed more. And more. So loud, the people in the next room would hear it. Hell, half the city probably heard it. I didn’t care. I had never, ever, ever experienced this before.

His fingers kept at me, pushing and stimulating my front wall. I could feel a welling in my belly, something building more even as I was plateauing in orgasm. Then I burst. All over him, over his face. I flooded him with more ecstasy than I had ever known.

Jay released me as my entire body quivered and shook. The orgasm finally subsided, and I opened my eyes. Jay was once again standing and reached for my hands. He pulled me to my feet, my legs wobbling and my mind in an endorphin-induced daze.

Our mouths connected, him digging into me with pleasure, me reacting. He slid off my shirt and undid my bra, letting them both drop to the floor. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. I pressed into him, relishing the full contact of his skin against mine. He backed me up against the window, the glass cool on my skin.

His mouth moved from mine to my neck to my shoulders. He gripped my shoulders and spun me around until I was facing the city. The contact with the cold glass made my nipples tingle and contract. He pushed me further into the window, my tits smushed between it and my ribs. My face turned sideways, my cheek pressed into the glass.

His hard cock poked into me and I shuffled my legs apart. His fingers spread my lips. I swallowed as he placed his tip at my entrance and gasped when he rammed it into me.

“I want everyone to see how beautiful the woman I’m fucking is.”

Fuck, we were only on the third floor with the blinding lights on. People could see us. See me.

“We can’t. They can see us.”

“That’s the point.” He thrust into me, my wet pussy awake again wanting more.

I gasped. I was on display. Anyone who looked up would see me. The thought made my heart pound, made my head want to run away and hide. But more than anything, it made my pussy gush.

I couldn’t move if I wanted to anyway, Jay had me pinned. He rolled his hips into me, his cock seeming to move deeper each time. Reaching and filling parts of me I never knew existed. I built and built and sensed I was about to tip once more.

My eyes shifted from Jay to the city. I noticed a small group of people looking up. Pointing straight at me. Instead of the horror, it sent me slamming down onto his cock, riding it. Digging it deeper into me. And I burst. A loud noise flew from my throat, a mix of a scream and a high-pitched moan.

Jay gripped my ribcage and pushed deep into me. His own groan escaped him as he filled me with his cum.

Suddenly self-conscious, I pushed away from the window and he let me move. We both lay on the bed, recovering. My body was quivering so much I wondered if I’d ever be able to walk again.

I snuggled tight against Jay, and he rolled onto his side to spoon me. I clasped his hand in mine, thinking I could do this forever. Stay in this hotel room with him, cuddling and fucking and talking. There was nothing more life could give me. The emotions that flooded me whenever I was with this man were all consuming. It was nothing I’d ever experienced and I didn’t want to let it end.

He pulled the duvet over us and tenderly kissed the back of my neck.

“I’m going to keep you in this bed all weekend,” he said.

“Fine by me,” I said, my heart swelling.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, content that everything was right in the world. My life had never been this good. My career was finally going somewhere, my money problems were gone and I had the best boyfriend imaginable.