My Mentor's Secret Baby - His Secret Baby

So far, there was only one writer there that I trusted enough to talk to, and that was Jay. Despite Alex’s warning, Jay seemed like a friendly person and a decent guy. He was enthusiastic about the idea I had shared with him. It was his positive reaction to it that made me want to write again. It was refreshing to have a different person react to my writing. The only other person I had ever shared it with was Alex.

As I walked out of the hotel lobby, my former mentor suddenly appeared at my side. I tried to ignore him as I made my way to the elevator. I was in no mood to deal with him again. All that mattered to me was my book.

Alex followed me into the elevator. I sighed as the doors closed, and we were alone. “What do you want?” I asked with irritation.

He seemed to get upset every time I talked to him like that, but I didn’t care. He looked at me and said, “Can you just stop being foolish and listen to me?”

I was furious after he said that. “You were the one being foolish and childish, Alex. I never would have treated you the way you treated me when we met yesterday. Why should I listen to you?”

The elevator doors opened as we arrived on my floor, and I didn’t give him a chance to respond. I hurried up and walked out, hoping he wouldn’t follow as I walked down the hall, but I was wrong about that.

“Will you please just listen, Hazel? I’m not leaving until you do.”

I groaned in frustration and opened the door to my hotel room. He followed me inside. As I threw my writing stuff down in the chair, Alex stood right behind me.

“Hazel, just look at me,” he pleaded.

I turned around in anger, but I wasn’t expecting him to be that close to me. Our faces were mere inches from each other. We were both shocked into silence. I could still feel the anger between us, but I also felt the feelings of loss, desire, and torment.

Alex closed the distance between us by placing his lips on mine. I was too shocked to stop him. Suddenly it felt like that night all over again — but this time, no one was stopping us. Our arms wrapped around each other. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing and groping at each other. All of this was fueled by our anger at each other. I walked backward, leading him towards the bed. Bumping it with the back of my legs, I stumbled onto it.

Alex climbed up on top of me. No words were spoken between us. Quickly, we started pulling off each other’s clothes, eager to finish what we had started all those years ago. In a flash, my top was off, my bra was gone, and my breasts were nude. Alex leaned down, putting his face in my cleavage, and running his tongue over the smooth skin. At the same time, he grabbed the sides of my breasts, massaging them tenderly, then brushing his fingers gently over them to make me shutter.

My nipples stood up at attention. Alex licked one gently. The coolness of his tongue caused me to moan. My hips rose up and rubbed against his. Enjoying my enthusiasm, he licked me again, then slipped my hard bud into his mouth and sucked. Tension built throughout my core, and my pussy tingled as it got wetter. The desire was almost unbearable.

With his face still in my breasts, Alex used one hand to unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I helped him, pushing my hips up into his. We rocked back and forth, skin meeting skin, kisses everywhere, while we finished undressing.

The sight of Alex’s long, hard cock shocked me. I had no idea that he was that big. I wondered if I could even take him inside of me, but I was determined to try. Opening my legs a bit wider, I maneuvered my hips until my folds touched his shaft. It wasn’t penetration, but the rubbing felt so good. The wetness of my pussy was dispersed onto his cock, lubing up both of us.

“Take me, Alex,” I begged. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. You are the only man I ever wanted.”

He pulled back just a bit, looking into my face. “Hazel,” he gasped, “Are you a virgin?”

As my cheeks turned pink, I nodded in reply. “I wanted you,” I explained.

Alex kissed my lips over and over. “Oh, honey, you are so perfect,” he whispered.

Using one of his hands, he guided me to raise my head so he could plant kisses down my neck. As my head was thrust back, he used to other hand to hold his dick and rub the head into me. My folds started to part as he slid in.