Without another word, he helps me up from the stool, and we head for the exit.
Two
Jack
The minute the curvy,blonde bombshell walked into the hotel bar I knew I had to have her. With her big blue eyes and swaying hips, she proved irresistible the second I saw her. Now, as we head toward the hotel elevator, I can barely speak. My whole body pulses at the thought of having her, making her scream all night. This is exactly what I need right now, a beautiful woman to take my company, and all of the stress that goes along with it, off my mind.
She hits the button, then runs a finger across her top lip, hiding her smile. “I don’t usually do this.” She says, turning those doe eyes on me. “Sleep with strangers.” She bits her lower lip as a stray strand of her hair falls against her cheek.
I want to tell her that I don’t either, that casual sex isn’t something I’ve ever had time for. Women get too attached, and not just to me, but to my money, my status. Instead, I seize the opportunity and run my finger down her soft cheek. She lets out a tiny exhale and raises her chin as I lean in closer for a taste of her sweet, cherry red lips.
“I’m Jack.” I whisper.
“Sierra.” She says.
“Now we aren’t strangers.” Her eyes flicker up toward mine, then flutter closed when my mouth crashes down against hers. My hands wind their way around her waist, drawing her closer to me as I part her lips with my tongue. Her bubble gum tongue tangles with mine as I explore every inch of her hot, hungry mouth.
Ding!
The elevator door opens. We both turn to leave, but an elderly couple blocks our path.
“Oh, my!” The blue-haired woman says, clutching her purse.
“Excuse us.” I say, taking Sierra’s hand and leading her around the couple.
The woman tries to whisper to her husband, but her voice is clear as a bell. “Remember whenweused to do that, Ted?”
“We still can if you want, Estelle.” The older man says, just as loudly.
Sierra and I barely make it around the corner before we both burst out laughing. Normally I’d chalk that up to killing the mood, but Sierra’s boisterous laugh only makes me want her more. She brushes her thick hair away from her flushed face. “That was embarrassing.”
“Not as embarrassing as it’s going to be for the person who catchesthemin the act.”
“Oh my God!” She squeals and stomps her foot when she laughs. “Stop! Stop! Stop!”
Her laugh is contagious, and I don’t even try to hide it, and then the strangest feeling washes over me—one of such instant familiarity that its quality is almost dreamlike. Like maybe I’ve been in this situation before. But that can’t be it; I know I haven’t. Never in my life have I met someone and instantly felt like I’ve known them all my life.
“My room’s right there.” She says, wiping a tear from her eye. I follow her to her room and wait for her to unlock the door. When the electronic lock turns green, she holds the door wide, letting me in first.
The room smells like her. A mix of lavender and something earthy, like Palo Santo. Sierra throws her purse on the bed and turns to face me. Her face grows serious, but her eyes still smile at me. She wiggles her finger in my direction, and I do as I’m told. Her lips find mine once again as she pulls off my blazer and tosses it onto the nearby chair.
Everything about Sierra drives me insane. The mere act of kissing her brings out my animalistic nature. I plant a trail of kisses along her neck, unbuttoning her shirt as I move toward her collarbone and then her chest.
She pulls off her blouse. It pools on the floor behind her. Her full bosom spills from the cups of her light pink, lacy bra. I growl at the sight, barely able to steady my hands as I reach around, fumbling with the clasp until her large breasts bob against her rib cage.
I bury my face in her cleavage, kissing the delicate spot between her breasts. She fists the back of my hair as I take one of her pebble-hard peaks into my mouth. I nip and suck until she moans, arching her back with pleasure.
I set her gently on the bed, working my way down her soft stomach until I reach her jeans. I pull them off, along with her panties, then bury my face in her dripping wet center and breathe in her delicious scent. I nearly growl in approval. “You smell so fucking good.” Intoxicated, I take another long whiff of her. “And you’re so wet.”
I slide two fingers along the length of her slick opening. Her body jerks with anticipation as I tease her tiny bundle of nerves, twirling it between my fingers, already coated with her juices. Unable to take it a second longer, I lean in and taste her.
I’m not prepared for how delicious she is. Sierra shivers against my lashing tongue. I slide two fingers deep inside of her and suck her bud between my teeth. Her breathing grows shallower, quickening every time I slide my fingers deep inside of her.
“Oh my God, Jack.” She moans. “I’m going to come.”
Her walls pulse against my fingers as her sweet, hot juices explode all over my face. I can’t get enough of her, and I work overtime to lap and suck up every last drop of her. No one’s ever tasted so good to me.
I kiss my way up her stomach, and her lips crash down onto mine. “I can taste myself on you.” She says, then kisses me again, long and deep.