“It’s a hotel. The company has a standing reservation here for out of town guests,” he said, pouring himself a fairly large glass of something potent.
He took a large gulp, refilled the glass and then brought another glass to me. He handed it to me and then sank onto the couch, scraping a hand over his face.
I sat next to him. “Is your dad okay?”
He finally looked at me. Then his gaze took in my outfit.
“I was painting. I told you I wanted to change.” I expected him to say something snarky, but he shrugged, and drank his drink.
“Dad will be okay. He has some serious rehab he’ll need to do, but he’s alive.”
Still, I could see the accident weighed on him. Perhaps it was the idea of losing his father.
“Do you want a massage?” I asked. I put my drink down on the table and maneuvered us both so I could rub his shoulders from behind him.
He finished his drink and let out a long shuddering breath. He set his glass on the table next to mine and turned to me.
“Can we fuck?”
I flinched at his question, not because I hadn’t been expecting sex, but because of how lacking in passion it was.
“Are you sure you can?”
He didn’t answer. He simply pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I could taste tension and desperation. In one respect, this felt wrong. Sex shouldn’t be a balm for a tortured soul. At the same time, perhaps my touch would offer him some solace. So I gave in, but I took control. I pushed him back to sit, and then straddled his legs. As we undressed, I made my hands gently caress his skin. I worked to slow our kisses down.
When we were naked, and I finally took him inside me, I held him there, my pussy gently massaging him as I slowly rocked.
“Don’t,” he growled in frustration. “Don’t comfort me. Fuck me, Natalie. Take me away.”
My instinct was to fight him on that, but that was more my ego not liking that he didn’t want what I was offering. Instead, I focused on what he needed. He wanted to get lost in sexual sensation.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and then watching his face, I moved. I rode him, faster and faster, taking my cues from his face that pinched in torture as his dick grew harder, thicker inside me.
“Come on me,” he ground out, as he pulled me to him and sucked hard on my nipple. My pussy clamped tight in response, and I careened to the edge of release. “Now, dammit now…”
He pinched both of my nipples as I bounced down on him and my orgasm blasted through me. I threw my head back and cried out as pleasure endorphins raced through my body.
“Fuck…yes…right there…right there…” Then he let out a long, feral moan, and his hips bucked up as he gave into his own pleasure.
Even after our breaths returned, we simply sat there, me watching him wondering what was going on inside him. His eyes were closed and his head was back, lost in his own world. As far as I was concerned, he could have jacked off. He didn’t need me here.
“Why am I here?” The minute I asked it, I wished I hadn’t. It made me feel vulnerable.
He let out a soft breath. “I wanted to see you. Needed. Needed to see you.”
My heart warmed at his words, even as my head blared with warning bells to not read anything into his comment.
When he opened his eyes and looked at me, the lost, emptiness seemed to be gone. “I need another drink. How about you?”
I shook my head. “No thanks.” I got off of him and put on my clothes while he strode to the bar naked.
“I was thinking that maybe we could meet here or down at the hotel near the office,” he said, putting a few ice cubes in his glass.
That warm feeling in my heart dissipated although I couldn’t be sure why. Was it because sneaking to hotels for sex was sordid?
“I just thought it would be easier to maintain those boundaries we set, you know?”
He was right about that. If he was in my place or me in his, that might blur the lines. “Yes. That makes total sense.”