Elsie

Butterflies crash in my stomach as I make my way to Xander’s room. As excited as I am to see him, what is he going to say when he finds out about the photograph of me in lingerie?

Maybe he’ll never want to see me again. In fact, why would he? If I were him, I would assume that I gave the photo to the news station. His tone on the phone was flat, and it’s easy to assume that he already knows and has made up his mind.

I can only assume the issue on his TV screen is me.

My palms are already sweating and in an attempt to delay arriving at his door, I opt to take the stairs. I’ve gone up one and a half flights when my left knee buckles. Thankfully I’m holding the handrail and catch myself. Not now, I think, I can only deal with one thing at a time.

Arriving at Xander’s door, I wipe my palms on my skirt and take a few deep breaths. This wasn’t how I thought our next encounter would go. After last night I thought everything would be full of eager excitement, but right now I’m scared he’ll yell and slam the door in my face.

Although maybe he won’t. There’s only one way to find out. I lift my hand and lightly tap the door with my knuckles.

A moment later a shadow closes over the peephole and the door opens just wide enough for Xander to reach through and pull me inside.

“I’ve been waiting for you to turn up at work all morning,” he says and pulls me into his arms.

Relief floods through me and I melt against his strong chest. But the relief is only temporary, and I’m soon hit with a wave of panic. Has he seen the latest news story? I have to tell him.

“My appointment took forever,” I say, starting to feel like a broken record of excuses.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head all night. You sure made it hard for me to sleep. And by hard, I mean hard,” he says and grinds his erect cock against me.

Xander crushes his lips against mine and backs me up against the wall beside the door. He laces his hands through mine and raises them above my head. Heat immediately burns in my core, as if we were still on the roof and this morning never happened. My nipples turn into hard pearls and strain against the fabric of my bra.

This is crazy. For one thing, I’m at work and have already been told off by Cynthia once today. For another, there’s the whole lingerie photograph in the news. I have to make sure he’s seen it.

He breaks our kiss and growls, “I told myself I was going to do this to you right the first time, but I can’t control myself. You make me crazy.” Tingles race down my back at his words, and I widen my stance.

Closing his mouth back over mine, he shifts both my hands into one of his and pins them against the wall. He firmly runs his free hand down my side until he reaches my waistband. Creating a gap between us, he undoes the single button of my blazer and yanks my crisply tucked-in shirt out of my skirt.

Xander plants his hand against the bare skin of my waist, and once again this morning my legs threaten to buckle. My walls drench with want and I whimper. The stress of the morning melts away under his touch and there is only one thing I want right now. Even if it does get me into more trouble with Cynthia.

Right now I don’t care about her.

Putting his lips to my ear he says, “I need to fuck you.”

I swallow hard and force out my own word, “Good.”

Releasing my hands, he roughly shoves his other hand up my blouse and both his hands cup my breasts. I want him to rip my clothes clean off. I can’t wait to see his reaction when he discovers the thong. I want to feel him inside me. My thoughts are consumed by what he’s going to do to me next.

Moving his hands from my breasts, he yanks up my skirt and grunts in approval when he notices my thong. The thong that is now drenched.

“Just like I imagined last night,” he says and bites down on my neck. His teeth send a shock straight to my pussy.

I shuffle my feet wider and he runs his hand up the inside of my sensitive thigh and cups my mound. He twists his hand, closes his fingers around the wet fabric and shoves it to the side. The cool air of the room connects with my lips, and a shiver runs up my spine.

Fully exposed, I forget to breathe as I realize what I am doing and with whom. A voice in the back of my head yells at me to tell him about the photograph but he rams two of his fingers into my entrance and I quickly forget about anything else.

Without any hint of gentleness, he pumps his fingers against my walls, hooking them so that they hit my most sensitive spot. I gasp at the intensity and he increases his treatment. He’s half holding me up with his own body and I turn into a limp doll, but he doesn’t slow or ease his touch.

My core is a blazing sun that grows bigger with each second of his touch. With his other hand, he finds my swollen clit and pinches it between his fingers.

Unable to stop myself, I cry out in sheer ecstasy. My walls start to pulse and a wave rockets through me, forcing me to clutch on to Xander like my life depended on it. He grunts in some sort of primal satisfaction, spurring on another wave of bliss. My legs spasm with the effort of holding me up when all I want to do is collapse. The orgasm is intense, like nothing I’ve previously experienced. Although I haven’t ever been pinned up against a wall and treated so roughly before. Or roughly at all.

There’s a vicious pounding at the door and we both freeze.

“Elsie, I know you’re in there. I can hear you,” Cynthia barks. “Open this door right now.”

My eyes widen in horror and Xander yanks down my skirt. Cynthia continues banging on the door as I frantically tuck in my shirt.

Xander gives me a coy smile and pats my hand reassuringly and opens the door. Cynthia barges into the room, her face red.

“How dare you do this in my hotel,” she snaps.

“Our guest needed some help getting his TV to work, so I’m helping him,” I say, trying to study my breath as the dying orgasm floats around my body.

“Bullshit, I could hear your sex games from down the hall. I saw the news and I will not have that go on here. I already gave you a warning this morning for being late, but this takes the cake. You are suspended for two weeks effective immediately,” Cynthia says with an angrier tone than I’ve ever heard her use before.

There’s nothing I can say to argue with her, no way to change her mind — that much is clear from her voice and her beet-red face. “Understood.”

I bite back tears and try to remain professional looking, although this might have just ended my career with Good Rest Inns. Everything I’ve worked so hard for, gone because I couldn’t control myself around Xander.

She turns to Xander and says, “And you are not welcome here anymore. I will not have the reputation of my hotel destroyed by some,” she pauses, considering her words, “weird sex games that you photograph and spread all over the news.” Without pause, she turns and marches back out the door.

As soon as the door shuts, Xander hugs me and asks, “Are you okay?”

I nod although I’m not sure I am.

He holds me while my heart settles down and stops hammering against my ribs. When my breathing returns to normal he says, “What did she mean by sex games that I photograph and give to the news?”