Chapter 5
Pierre
Getting Chloe to the sixteenth floor had been relatively easy enough but she was either a light weight when it came to alcohol or she had lost track of just how many drinks she’d had at the bar. She was slurring her words and was barely audible. Pierre had to call the front desk to know which room was hers. It took a few minutes but he finally got her into her room.
“Are you alright to get into the shower by yourself?” he asked and she said something, he wasn’t sure what. He sighed. “Tell you what. I’ll get you into the shower but I’ll leave your underwear on, okay?”
She shrugged and he gently placed her on the bed as he got the bath started. He then walked up to the bed and took off her shoes before pulling her to her feet.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he said in a soft voice as he held her in his arms, gently pulling down her zipper. He was having a hard time not looking at her beautifully flawless brown skin. He helped her into the tub and ordered her a cappuccino. After a good long soak, Chloe managed to pull herself out of the bath. She leaned against the bathroom door frame just as the coffee he had ordered was delivered to her room. Thankfully, she had on a bathrobe. The sight of her perfectly curvy body all wet would have been the final push to betray his body’s true feelings towards Chloe.
“How are you feeling?” he asked as he looked at her.
“A little buzzed,” she said
“Don’t worry. Cappuccino and some water. Caffeine gets you sharp and the water rehydrates you,” he said as he walked over to where she was. He handed her the coffee and she frowned.
“Do I have to take it right now?” she asked and he nodded.
“I am not leaving here unless you do,” he said smiling. She sighed as she began sipping on her coffee. “You like it? I asked them to use that Ethiopian stuff you like so much.”
“It’s perfect,” she said in a whisper.
He sat down and looked at her as she took her coffee. He could not help but smile when she talked. She was a little more chatty than usual and he was loving it. But he began doubting the fact that she had just had three cocktails when she admitted to having a crush on him, her hand on his chest and in his hair.
“Maybe I should let you get some rest,” he said when she finally managed to get half the bottle of water down. He looked into her brown eyes as she gently ran her hand on his chest.
“You are really good at this,” she said.
“Two kids. Substance abusing ex-wife,” he said as her eyes got heavier. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” he said but she never heard him. She was already asleep.
After tucking Chloe into bed, Pierre was not sure about leaving her alone. But he knew that if she woke up to find him in her room, it was going to be a little more than weird. So as soon as he made sure she was asleep, he made his way to his own room.
“Now that was a weird evening,” he thought when he climbed into bed.
*****
When he woke up the next morning, he was quick to get dressed before he made his way to Chloe’s room. He could still hear her drunken confession ringing in his head but he was more concerned with whether she was okay. He needed to make sure she was okay for Adele and Ariadne’s sakes. It was almost seven when he gently knocked on Chloe’s door.
“Hi,” she said when she opened. She looked a little confused to see him there. Her hair was wet and she was in a bathrobe. “Did we have a meeting today or something? Did I forget?”
Pierre shook his head.
“No, I just wanted to make sure that you were alright after last night.”
“Last night?” she asked. “What happened last night?”
A smile played on his lips.
“You really don’t remember?”
“I remember segments…drinks. Talking to you at the bar…” she shook her head. “I don’t even know how I got back here last night.”
She looked at him and shrugged.
“Wait, did you bring me here last night?” she asked and he nodded.
“I did.”
She looked at him and sighed before she stepped aside.
“Come on in,” she said as she held the back of her neck.
“How are you feeling?” he asked when he walked in.
“I’ve got a bit of a headache but I have an aspirin in my purse,” she said.
“Hydrate. Water and fresh fruit juices are your best bet right now,” he said as he closed the door with the heel of his shoe. She nodded and gestured at the room service cart in the middle of her suite that had two glasses of what Pierre knew was orange and pineapple juice and three bottles of water: spring, vitamin and sparkling. There was also a plate of scrambled eggs and some crackers.
“Clearly, hospitality got that call before I made it,” she said and he smiled.
“I did that. I knew that you would need all the help to combat your hangover.”
“Wait, why three bottles of water?” she asked.
“Well, you were giving me grief about water last night so I thought that I’d give you an array of choices.”
She took a long deep breath.
“Was I really that out of it last night?”
“I did bring you up to your room and you don’t even remember it and other exciting things did happen inside here anyway.”
Pierre watched as the color drained from her face.
“I made a pass at you, didn’t I?” she asked and he grinned even wider.
“You did more than that. You told me that you had a crush on me, which is very flattering but the cherry on top was the kiss,” he said.
“Oh. MY. God.” She was whispering as she buried her face in her hands. “Could this morning get any worse?” she groaned as he walked to where she was. He sat down next to her and shrugged.
“Just take the juice and water. You will be okay,” he said. “And I am much honored that you have a crush on me.”
“Oh please, don’t say it like that.”
“What? It’s true…knowing that you have been feeling that way about me…I mean, you are a beautiful woman.”
She gently ran her hand down her wet curly hair.
“Don’t. You are making me blush,” she said as she reached for the bottle of vitamin water. She opened it and took a long sip of the water. It took everything for Pierre not to laugh. “So, if I made a pass at you last night and I was super vulnerable and everything. Why didn’t you take advantage of the situation?” she asked as he looked at her.
“Because I am not an asshole,” he said. “When I do have you, I want it to be memorable and not just something you did on a drunk whim.”
“When you have me?” she asked.
“What?” Pierre asked.
“You said when not if. It’s like you know for a fact that you are going to have me…” her voice trailed off.
“I wouldn’t normally make a move on someone I work with but somehow last night, when I looked at you, I just wanted you. I mean…” he sighed before he looked at her. “Tu m'excites, mademoiselle.”
Chloe had to admit, any foreign language sounded sexy to her. Even when murderous Russian mobsters spoke it, it was just an absolute turn on. But unfortunately for her, she had no idea what he had just said. All she knew was that her heart beat a little faster when he said it.
“What does that mean?” Chloe asked as she looked at him.
“You turn me on,” Pierre said. “And you have ever since that first time we worked with that Indian actress.”
“Wait, what?” she asked.
“I didn’t want to act on what I was feeling at the time because we had just met and…like I said, I am not an asshole.”
She turned to look at him. He could still see that her cheeks were flushed.
“You have something to say. I can see it in the way you look at me,” he said in a soft voice. “Say it.”
“If I was not drunk last night…” she started and he nodded.
“I would have claimed you. I would have made love to you into the morning,” he said and she shrugged.
“You don’t make love to someone you have known for all of five minutes,” she said.
“I have known you longer than just five minutes,” he said. “I told you I was…”
He wanted to just pull the two sides of her bathrobe apart and just fuck her right there. He wanted to worship her body, lick her and kiss her, make her moan and whimper. He wanted all of her. Everything she had to offer, he wanted.
“I have wanted you for a very, very long time, Chloe White.”
Her lips were slightly parted like she wanted to say something but she seemed tongue tied. He gently pushed back a few curls from her face. She held her breath as he shifted his weight, getting himself closer to her.
“Tell me something, Miss White,” Pierre started as he looked at her. “Is there a MR. White somewhere?”
“My father,” she whispered.
“So, I wouldn’t be crossing any lines if I just kissed you right now?” he asked and she shook her head. “Because I really want to.”
“Well, I am not really supposed to be fraternizing with my clients. Company policy,” she said in a low voice.
“Well to be fair, it’s not like we have signed any kind of agreement so I know for a fact that I am yet to be a client,” he said and she nodded. “So I think that means that I am totally in the clear.”
“I guess,” she said as he put a hand behind her neck and gently pulled her towards himself. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly before she felt his lips on hers. She exhaled into his mouth as he gently took her lower lip in between his own lips and then her upper lip. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. His warm gray eyes. She closed her eyes again as he claimed her lips once more. She moaned softly as he gently put a hand on her shoulder.
A shiver went down her spine when she felt his hand slowly going down her shoulder and gently brush against her breast. She was breathing hard and heavy as he slowly snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His scent was all around him and without even realizing it, she was moaning softly. Her hand found its way to his thick hair and she gently ran her fingers through his thick brown hair. She could feel herself blushing as he pulled away from her. He looked at her and a smile played on his lips.
“I cannot tell you how long I have waited to do that,” were the words he wanted to say but all he could do was look into her eyes. He was slowly undressing her and in his mind, the bathrobe was on the floor and she was lying on the bed spread eagle, ready for him. She gasped silently when he kissed her again. The kiss was more intense, deeper and more searching. She was breathing heavily as he pushed her down on the bed.
“I want to see you,” he said as he balanced his weight on his right elbow. He pulled the chords of her bathrobe and then gently pushed one side of robe aside. He would have expected to see her naked under the robe but from the underwear she had on underneath, it was clear that he had interrupted her while dressing. He pushed off the other side of her robe and looked down at her full breasts in the black lace bra she had on. He gently ran a finger down her tummy and stopped when he got to her waist. She shivered as he slowly ran his fingers on the lace of her panties.
Pierre pulled away from her lips and kissed her chin gently. She still had her eyes closed as he worked his lips down her neck and then her shoulder. He was going slowly, so slowly that she found herself wondering how he was able to keep himself in check because she knew that he was horny. Heck, she could feel it in the way his hard cock was pressed up against her upper thigh. She raised her head and looked down at him when he pressed his lips on her tummy.
“No, no…cherie. Stay down,” he said as he put a hand on her chest and gently forced her down back on the bed. He heard her moan when he kissed her thighs. He put his hands on her knees and as if she had read his mind, she spread her legs for him. He got off the bed and lifted her higher on the bed before he slipped his fingers into her panties.
She was looking right into his eyes as he pulled her small panties off. Chloe was breathing so hard, her chest was rising and falling with every breath she took. He kissed her soft inside thigh, slowly moving up towards her pussy. He pulled away and looked at her already wet pussy and gently blew on it. A smile played on her lips when he heard her let out a long low moan. He moved down her other thigh and traced his kiss down to her knee before his lips moved up her body to kiss her perfect tummy. His hand was in between her legs, gently caressing her moist center.
She had just gotten used to having his lips moving up her torso when he knelt in between her legs and suddenly brought his mouth down to claim her pussy. She let out a big moan when he began to slowly kiss her pussy. He was licking her every fold, slowly teasing her as he went on. She moaned softly when he took her clit inside his mouth. She held on to the bedding and arched her back as he thrust his tongue deep into her salty depths. She was struggling not to scream as he took her clit in between his teeth. She was not sure whether it was the whole thrill versus risk thing that Pierre had working for him but she didn’t really care. She could feel herself getting weak.
Chloe moaned out loud when he pulled away and brought himself up. He slipped a hand under her and undid her bra clasp before he pulled it away.
“Fuck,” Pierre uttered when he saw her full, perky tits. He filled his hand with one of her breasts as he kissed her lips softly. He loved the way her breast was pressing hard against her palm. When he pulled away from her mouth, he lowered his head slowly and took her right nipple in his mouth. She was moaning loudly as he worked his tongue around her nipple slowly. His other hand had found its way down to her pussy and he was fingering her so hard and fast, making her wetter by the second.
“Fuck me,” Pierre heard her whisper. “Right now, Savant.”
That was all Pierre needed to hear. He pulled his finger out of her and put his finger in his mouth, tasting her. He loved how she tasted…and he knew she could tell. He slowly undid his buttons one by one as he looked into her eyes. She bit her lower lip when he finally took off his shirt. He took off his pants and got on the bed.
“Wait,” Chloe said in a soft voice. “Condoms. My bag.”
Pierre would have wanted to question why she felt the need to carry condoms on a business trip but he had so much more going through his mind than that simple question. He walked over to her toiletries bag which was on the counter next to the bathroom door. He got a pack of condoms and walked back to the bed. He gently slipped an arm under her and pulled her up to kiss her. She was breathing heavily into his mouth and her nipples were still hard against his chest.
“I want you,” Chloe whispered when he pulled away.
“Not more than I want you,” Pierre said as he gently slipped an arm under him and pulled her up. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He flipped them over, getting himself under her. She gasped silently when she felt the head of his cock rub against her wetness and given the way she was grinding her hips on his, he could tell that he needed to roll on the condom before he completely lost it. He bit the corner of the condom wrap when she pulled away from his lips. He pulled out the latex and rolled it on as he looked into her eyes.
“I want you to ride me,” he said in a whisper and she looked down at his cock. He held her neck when he noticed that she seemed a little panicked. “What is it?” he asked.
“You are…not that I ever…” she was clearly struggling to find the right words.
“It’s okay, cherie. Just say it,” he said.
“You are…really big,” she finally managed to say.
“Scared?” Pierre asked and she shook her head.
“Nervous.”
“Look at me,” Pierre started as he looked into her eyes. “Just focus on the two of us. Nothing else matters.” He was whispering and his other hand was guiding his cock to her opening. “Right here…just stay with me.”
The minute his cock slipped into her pussy, she exhaled loudly and he secured an arm around her waist. She closed her eyes as he pushed himself upwards, working more of his girth into her. When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, she pulled herself up getting him out of her and suddenly it became clear to Pierre that he was no longer in charge. She gently used her hand to lead his cock to her pussy and when she slid down his massive cock, he tightened his grip around her waist. Her still wet hair was dripping on his legs but he didn’t really care. She was slowly rising and descending on his cock, making him moan. The sound she was making at the back of her throat was enough to wake up every last sense. It was pure magic, having her on top of him…having her way with him. It was no longer him having his way with her. It was no longer he who was claiming her. He pulled her down and kissed her lips softly, gently forcing his tongue into her mouth. He sought out her own tongue and began teasing her, moving his own to the corners of her mouth. He could hear her rasping breath through her teeth and she was quavering in his arms.
By this time, he was moving his hips upwards to move every downward movement from her. He liked the way she murmured softly as he intensified his movements in and out of her. He let out a moan when she buried her head in his shoulder and dug her fingers into his skin. It was a sure sign that he was doing something right. She was nibbling at his shoulder and the pressure building up inside her was making her legs shake. She suddenly threw her head back when she felt a sudden rush of energy shooting through her. It was almost like a bolt of electricity ripping through her insides. She was trying to stay strong but she just couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Oh fuck!” he cried out when he felt himself suddenly engulfed in a certain kind of heat that he couldn’t escape from. She was moaning, her back arched and her thighs were tightly squeezed against his thighs. He could not help but look at her face, admiring the obvious release in her face. It was sheer pleasure…her breasts were rising and falling and she was moaning.
After what seemed like ages, her climax subsided. She was panting as she held on to him, completely at his mercy. He would have wanted to have her on all fours but he knew that she was too weak to hold herself up so instead, he got her under him once more and began moving himself in and out of her. The aftershocks were still evident in the way she was moaning and shaking with every thrust. Soon enough, he was burying himself into her and she was loving it. She had her leg wrapped around his waist, urging him on.
“Chloe…cherie,” Pierre moaned as he fucked her. He knew that he was about to explode and the way her walls were literally closing in on him was no help at all.
“I’m going to cum…again,” she whispered and a smile played on his lips.
“Do it. Don’t hold back,” he commanded and those were the words she had been waiting for. She came undone all around him and he felt himself releasing into her. She collapsed on his chest and he held her tightly as they both panted for breath.
“Perfect,” he whispered as he gently ran his hand up and down her back.