Bad Intentions - Too Bad It’s Fake

Chapter Eighteen

Noah

The hotel the Governor’s Gala was hosted at was fancier than my childhood home. For some reason, that made me even more nervous. Deep inside, all I wanted was for the night to be perfect. The opulence of the surroundings both added to that hope and pushed against it. There was an itch under my skin that made me worry that anything bad that happened in such a place would be ten times worse than at a more casual hotel.

And as my mom liked to remind me, the press would be here.

I suppose it was a good thing that all of my attention was focused on Emma. Not least because I hadn’t seen her in about a week. Something about her having some things to take care of. Now that I had her back, I never wanted to let her go again. It was a weird and kind of scary thing to admit, even to myself.

I loved her and there was no point in hiding. It wasn’t just sex disguised as love, as was so often the case. If anything, it was love disguised as sex, and it had taken me until that point to realize that.

I could be maddeningly slow sometimes.

We walked through the golden glory of the lobby, most of the metal surface literally being made of gold, deepening the irony of it being the venue of a charity event even further. There was a time in my more reckless days when I would have dumped paint over the whole rotten thing. It was a little-known fact that I was a bit of a hell-raiser in my younger days. Partly to spite my mom, who was pushing me hard into polite society and partly because of my inherently anarchistic nature.

If I was honest, it was a large part of my attraction to Emma. She was not another born-with-money bimbo. She knew what it was to work and wasn’t scared to call out bullshit when she saw it. She had a skill and was using it to do what she always wanted to do, outside the parameters set up by a system that dictated that she needed a degree from a college that she couldn’t afford. An attribute I both greatly loved and deeply respected.

As we walked through the opulent surroundings to the insanely elegant check-in desk, I put an arm around Emma’s waist and kissed her on the cheek.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“For being awesome,” I said.

She returned my embrace and put her head on my shoulder. Flagrantly ignoring the protocol of the gold-plated set, who were all swooning and weather talk until recent decades, I kissed her on the forehead. If the clerk noticed, she was admirably discreet about it.

Obtaining the key, we went to the elevator which, quite frankly, couldn’t come fast enough for either of us. Once on our assigned floor, we all but raced each other down the plush carpeted corridor. Someone yelled at us to knock it off. Emma yelled back for him to stick it in what sounded like a very uncomfortable place.

No sooner were we in the room than we started literally tearing each other’s clothes off. I really hoped Emma wasn’t too attached to her dress because there was no way she was getting it back on again — one of the little black buttons actually bouncing off the window on the other side of the room.

As soon as my pants were off, Emma was down on her knees, sucking me furiously as though my cum contained the antidote. I put a hand on the back of her head to keep her from getting whiplash.

I came within minutes filling her mouth with cum, which Emma did her very best to swallow down. When she was finished, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Emma put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard as we went.

Despite our excitement, I was careful to lay Emma down gently, she seemed pretty tough, but I didn’t want to push it. No sooner had her bare back touched the mattress than she opened her legs wide offering her sweet, wet pussy.

Accepting her gift with gratitude and humility, I kissed my way up her inner thigh starting at her knee in the way that I knew drove her crazy. Were I really a sadist, I would have started at her feet. I was tempted to, every part of her being beautiful to me, but I didn’t want to torture her too much.

Making my way back up to her sweet little pussy, I ran my tongue the length of her delicate pink lips making her moan with pleasure. Giving her a couple more passes like that to get her ready, I started to lick harder and faster, eventually burying my face into her succulent sweetness. Licking her until she was screaming in ecstasy, I kissed her pussy lips and stroked her belly as she came down.