Chapter 5
Ellison
I opened my eyes and sighed with relief. The steam dancing around my body felt so nice, and I was thankful I was alone. Being in a steam sauna with a towel on was like having sex with a condom, which is why I never slept with any chick that wasn’t on the pill. It was pointless and most certainly didn’t feel as good, and it made you sweat in all the wrong ways. The microfiber clung to the body like wet plastic does to skin, and peeling that shit off my body left behind fuzzy bullshit I then had to wash off in the shower.
And no one wanted to fucking take a shower after being in a relaxing hot sauna.
I stretched my legs out and let the towel unfold, exposing myself to the steam of the room. My dick had been cooped up in those jeans for way too long, and he deserved the space to grow or sleep as he pleased. My jeans had taken away his ability to spread his wings and it felt so good to air him out, alone in the relaxing sauna.
When a small gasp from across the small room caught my attention, and I whipped my gaze over before I realized who was sitting at the other end of the sauna.
“Holy shit, I’m sorry,” I said. I cleared my throat and tried to shift my body, hoping Charlie would avert her gaze, but the only thing she did was continue to stare. Her eyes fluttered up to mine before raking back down my body, and the hungry stare I’d seen in her eye made my blood boil in anticipation. She liked what she saw, just like I did when my eyes had gazed upon her body. At that moment, I felt my dick spring to life in the middle of the sauna.
Grabbing my towel, I threw it back over my growing cock before I got to my feet, and I could feel Charlie’s eyes on me as I passed by her and left the sauna room.
Arriving at the dressing room, I peeled the towel from my skin. Little microfiber fuzz was everywhere on my body, and I sighed in frustration at the idea of having to take a shower. Why hotels didn’t invest in decent towels, I’d never understand, and I made a mental note to put better towels in my luxury hotel in order to really elevate the experience.
I started a shower and climbed into it, turning it up as hot as it would go. The steam filled the shower, seeping out into the dressing room while the fuzz was washed away from my body, but the only thing I could think about was Charlie. The way those green eyes had flashed with that spark of wanton lust was enough to let me know that she was struggling just as I was, and the idea that she would be sitting in the meeting tomorrow with thoughts of riding my cock made my pelvis ache.
My dick surged to life, bobbing up and down on my body, and I leaned my arm onto the shower wall before I placed my forehead on it.
Somehow, I had to get her out of my mind. If I thought of her in every disgusting way possible and shot off a load real quick in the shower, I’d wash her from my mind forever. After all, no woman was ever better than the ways I imagined her in my mind, and with that I began to pump my thick dick while I thought of her lips wrapped around my cock.
I thought about the gagging sound she would make as I pressed myself deep down her throat. How her beautiful lips would leave red trails of lipstick behind while she gobbled down my cock. I envisioned how soft her hair would feel wrapped up in my hand while I thrusted into her mouth, pumping her throat full of my cum while she moaned and begged for more.
Pinning her tits to the wall, I pounded her ass, thinking no one had ever taken that puckered little hole of hers, and I thought about watching those ass cheeks gobble my dick down while she cried out my name. I thought about wrapping my hand around and diving in between her pussy lips, her fluids dripping onto my hand while I circled her swollen clit.
Then, in a flash, I was between her legs. I was licking her sweet honey while she bucked against my face, her pussy swallowing my fingers while her tits bounced on her body. I pumped my cock faster and faster, losing strength in my legs as I dropped to my knees and splashed in the water gathering at the bottom of the tub.
“Holy shit, Charlie. Oh, fuck yes.”
I bucked hard into my hand as I thought about her thick thighs bouncing on my hips. How her pussy would swallow my cock perfectly, and her soft, silky walls would massage it while pouring her milky juices down to my balls. I thought about licking all of it off before I filled her to the brim, digging my fingertips into her luscious thighs while she called out my name to the room.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, Charlie. Holy fuck. Your tits are perfect. Mmm, let me taste them.”
I saw myself wrapping my lips around her large nipples, biting and pulling at them while she writhed underneath me. I thought about sinking my dick deep into her while my teeth tugged at her tits, marking her as my own while she bucked her hips wildly into my body.
“Fuck! Yes! Oh… shit!”
I shot my load against the shower wall of the men’s dressing room without a second thought as to who might hear me. I panted hard, placing my head against the wall before I slid down and sat my ass down on the floor of the shower. For the first time since I’d seen her that morning at the airport kiosk, my mind was completely free and clear of her, and I shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I gathered myself up off the floor.
The next day was filled with several back-to-back meetings. Charlie was fielding the new investors, while I sat down to drinks investing in closer relationships with those who would continue. Every time I saw her she had a massive smile on her face. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how confident she looked, walking from meeting to meeting, but every single time she nodded my way the only thing I could imagine was her head bobbing around my dick.
The look in her eye when she saw my dick in that sauna had plagued my dreams the night before, and I’d woken up to get ready for these meetings with one of the most painful erections I’d ever had. I had to rub one out this morning before my first meeting just to screw my head on straight, and I was still fighting to keep my libido at bay as we traveled through these meetings.
Never in my life had a woman invaded my thoughts like Charlie had, and it was beginning to piss me off.
I wanted to stop thinking about her that way. This was the most important week of the year for my company, and here I was literally being brought to my knees by some nothing woman with her nothing stare and her nothing clothes. For the love of fuck, she didn’t even know how to dress for Finland!
But, she was witty and charismatic. She was sarcastic with just a touch of dirty talk in her. She was ambitious and hardworking, and every single time we talked about work, I caught a glimpse of just how smart she actually was.
She was a deadly combination of dedication and passion, and it pulled at my dick even as I sat with my old investors and listened to them asking me asinine questions about our new project.
I walked out of the meeting and was immediately hit by her perfume. She had been waiting for me, and I realized she was wearing a completely different outfit. The sweater she wore hugged every inch of her torso and left nothing to the imagination, particularly how massive her tits were beneath the fabric, and I smiled when she grabbed my arm.
“The potential investors want to take you out for dinner to celebrate,” she said.
“What is it we’re celebrating?” I asked.
“How good I am at my job,” she said, winking.
Dear fucking hell, just her wink sent a fiery cascade down my spine.
“I take it the negotiations and the meetings went well?” I asked.
“Walk with me,” she said.
“That’s usually what I ask people to do with me,” I said.
“Well, first time for everything,” she said. “Anyway, there’s a restaurant a couple blocks up from here that I’ve reserved for the business-solidifying toast. Apparently, that’s what they do here to solidify deals. Then they drink until they can’t see straight.”
“They do. I don’t,” I said.
“The top floor of the bar is reserved for the partaking of libations, and—spoiler alert—they’ll all be there.”
“Wait a second, all of them. As in, all nine new investors?” I asked.
“All nine,” she said, smiling.
“You must have been on fire,” I said.
“You say that sounding shocked. I’m hurt,” she said.
“Will you be coming to the ‘partaking of libations,’ as you so eloquently put it?” I asked.
“It would be rude of the negotiator not to show up, I would assume,” she said.
And show up she did. The customary drink to toast business to in Finland was a drink called ‘lakka.’ It’s made from cloudberries and a great deal of alcohol, which meant I was only going to sip on one, while the rest of the investors got plastered. And she was right, all nine of them showed up to demonstrate their support for the paperwork that was being drawn up to be signed tomorrow, and all eleven of us toasted our new business endeavor, like one big happy family.
Between the new investors and the older ones I’d met with today, we’d not only meet our financial mark for base production for the year, but we would fully fund the building of the luxury hotel and resort in the Bahamas. Granted, the final paperwork had to be signed tomorrow for my sake, but in Finland, a toast like this was as good as a man’s word.
However, as Charlie went to reach for her second drink I could tell she wasn’t used to consuming this much alcohol. A drink like this was sweet and hid the presence of the alcohol very well, but it was a very strong drink, nonetheless. Charlie went from being polite and slightly flushed in the cheeks, to her forehead being prickled with sweat and her ankles rolling slightly in her heels.
I needed to get her out of here before that second drink hit her system, otherwise she’d make an ass out of herself.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“Wow, these drinks are a little strong, huh?” she asked.
“A bit,” I said, chuckling. “Why don’t I walk you back to your suite? You’ve done quite enough for this company today, and I’d hate for you to break your ankle in those heels of yours.”
“I’m quite graceful, thank you,” she said.
Just then, she took a step forward and rolled her ankle. I caught her, and took the drink from her hand, and luckily everyone else was too wrapped up in their own conversations to notice. I stood her back up on her feet while her cheeks tinted with embarrassment. That’s was when I saw her nod her head and sigh.
“I think going back to my room might be a good idea,” she said.
“Here, let me walk you back. These guys won’t even notice I’m gone,” I said.
After a few beats of a pause, she nodded her head in agreement, feeling the effects of the drinks now.
“Lead the way, Mr. James,” she said.