Oh, fuck. My legs jittered while I waited, watching him approach the reservations desk, chat briefly with the employee, and hand over his credit card.
Oh my God, oh my God. He’s really getting a room.
I’d gone on a few trips with boyfriends before, carefully planned trips up north or weekends in Chicago, but I’d never been so hot for someone or had someone so hot for me that we couldn’t even wait until we got home. On a Thursday night! I hadn’t finished my champagne, but my blood fizzed as if I’d drunk an entire bottle.
A few agonizing minutes later, he appeared again, stepping past me to punch the up arrow. He said nothing, just took my hand when the doors opened. Another couple stepped in when we did, and as the elevator rose, so did the tension. By the time we stepped out on the twenty-seventh floor, I was strung so tight, I thought one word, one look from Charlie could snap me. As we rushed down the hall, I unbuttoned my coat.
At our room, Charlie slipped the key card into the slot and held the door open for me. I stepped past him, but before I got three feet inside, he grabbed me around the waist so roughly I gasped, dropping my clutch. Holding me tight, he turned to face the door, which slammed shut, leaving us in total darkness.
He yanked my coat off, and a second later I was pushed up against the door, my cheek against the cool wood, Charlie’s chest against my back. Again, he kicked my heel out so my legs were spread, and I flattened my palms on the door. His hands slid up the front of my thighs, my hips, my ribs. As one covered my breast, the other moved down between my legs, gripping me hard. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. “You’re under my skin,” he said quietly. Two fingers worked my black lace thong aside and slid easily inside me. “What am I going to do about that?”
I stayed quiet, my breath coming in quick little bursts. But my hips moved instinctively, riding his hand, pushing back against his erection, which I could feel through his pants. I reached behind me for his zipper.
“Oh, no.” Immediately he took my hand and put it back where it was on the door. “You don’t get to use your hands unless I say so. In fact…” Removing his fingers from me, he untied the pink satin ribbon from around my waist. “I’ve been looking at your pretty little ribbon all night, imagining the ways I could use it.” He took both wrists and brought them behind my back, pulling my arms so tight my fingertips grasped the opposite elbow. I gasped as he twined the ribbon around my forearms. When the knot was secure, he leaned against me again, putting his lips at my ear, his hand back between my legs. “There. Much better. Now I know you’ll behave.” His voice was smooth and low, deceptively calm. A knife sheathed in velvet.
“Charlie,” I panted. “I want to taste you. Let me.”
“You want to taste me?”
“Yes. I’ll behave. I’ll do what you say.” I struggled against him and managed to turn around so I was facing him. “Please.”
Taking my face in his hands, he crushed his mouth to mine, his tongue slashing through my open lips. A complete contrast to the way he’d kissed me an hour ago, this kiss was demanding and aggressive, as if he needed to make up for the uncharacteristic tenderness. As if to remind me who he really was. He kissed me so deep and hard I could barely breathe, and when he unsealed his mouth from mine, I gasped for air.
But I had no time to recover.
Charlie’s hand closed in the back of my hair. “Get on your knees.”
Heart pumping madly, I dropped to my knees on the wood floor and he unbuttoned his suit coat and undid his pants. A second later, he rubbed the tip of his cock along my lips. I let them fall open, gently shaking my head back and forth. Then I licked it, slow and sweet, swirling my tongue over and around the smooth head. I looked up at him, and although he was shadowy in the dark, I could see the white of his cuffs, the pocket square, the shirt and tie. God, he looks good in that suit. I want to rip it off him and lick every inch of his body. The thought inspired me to work him a little harder.
“Yes,” he whispered, “just like that.” He moved his hand up and down the shaft while I sucked the tip. His other hand held the back of my head, loosening the pins holding my hair up. “You want more, sweet thing?”
I nodded, and he pulled my head toward his hips, feeding his cock into my mouth. I was a little nervous about this since I knew how big he was, and I had no control over how much he tried to shove in. But he went slowly at first, stopping when he hit the back of my throat and pulling out again. “More,” I whispered.
He did it again, and this time I leaned into it tried to take him deeper. “Oh, fuck,” he said, running his other hand over my jaw and throat. “That feels fucking amazing.”
I bobbed my head, alternating hard sucks with sweeps and strokes of my tongue, tilting my head this way and that. Since I couldn’t use my hands, the sucking slurping sound effects got pretty loud, and I might have been self-conscious about it, but Charlie seemed to enjoy them. “God, I love the way that sounds. I wish I could fucking see you, but there’s no way I’m taking my dick out of your sweet little mouth right now to turn on a light. You’re fucking incredible.”
I moaned softly, and he put both hands in my hair, thrusting gently between my lips.
Confession: I actually said a little prayer here, something along the lines of Dear God, I hope you’re not watching this but I’d really, really be grateful if I could get through this without gagging or choking, and also it would be great if this was the best blowjob he ever gets in his entire life. OK thanks, go away now.