When the elevator doors open I refuse to look up, keeping my eyes on the report I?
??m working on. I still see he’s in a black suit today with a white shirt and black tie. He looks like he’s going to a funeral, I wonder if it’s a subliminal message. I came in this morning to find multiple emails from Leo sent from nine last night until about two in the morning. It gave me a little satisfaction to know he was awake and miserable too. Somewhere around one I broke down and took a sleeping pill. I hate sleeping pills, they always left me hung over and groggy.
Leo doesn’t say a word before he goes into his office. The day passes relatively quietly. It’s like any other day before he found out, both of us slightly cranky and combative still otherwise professional. Then around five thirty, an instant message comes through from Leo.
Do you have your room key?
Cringing with shame that the question sends my pussy into a hot, greedy spasm of need, my fingers fly across the keyboard.
Yes
His reply comes even faster.
Good always have it with you
Go to the room now
I’ll be there soon
Shit, my nipples tighten to the point of pain.
Yes sir
Then I log off, grab my purse, and run for the elevator. I make it to the hotel in what feels like record time, in an unbelievable state of need. I’m not the only one though because I barely have my dress off when I hear the door to the suite open. Leo is coming through the bedroom door seconds later. He stops when he sees me, his eyes roam over me.
“Keep going.”
I shake my head. “You have to catch up.”
His eyes narrow, then he shrugs out of his jacket. Leo tosses it on the club chair in the corner. One hand goes to his tie as the other flicks open his slacks. The tie hits the floor, and his hands go to the buttons on his shirt. I watch greedily as inch by beautiful golden-brown inch comes into view. He tugs the shirt out of his pants and tosses it on the chair. Then he stops. “I’m caught up. I want you naked.”
Hearing him say it with raw need unhidden I don’t dare deny him. The closer he comes to me the harder it is to breathe until he’s only inches away. I lift my hand, but he shakes his head. A hand roams over me, down my breast, teasing my nipple, over me, dipping into me before stopping on the curve of my hip.
“How are you feeling? Is your pussy sore?”
When am I going to stop blushing? “I’m fine. I’m not sore at all.”
Leo studies my face. “Good, turn around, hands on the bed.”
I don’t hesitate I turn and place my hands on the bed. It sits high up. It’s the perfect height for me to lean down without feeling like I’m going to fall. I wait, hearing Leo undress, anticipation zipping through me. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing open has me soaking wet.
The wait feels endless for Leo to touch me. I can feel his eyes on me, it’s not enough, I want his touch. A finger traces down my spine, down over my ass to where I’m leaking down my inner thighs. He cups me briefly before pushing two fingers inside me. I shudder at the feeling, lifting for more. Only it doesn’t come, his fingers are gone. Leo’s hands grip my hips tight. He pushes into me hard, fast, deep. My whole body is centered on the pleasure mingled with pain of his thick cock pushing into me.
“Tight, fuck you are so damn tight.” Leo sounds like he’s choking on the words.
My legs give out, I fall over the bed, Leo is the only thing holding me up. Every nerve-ending is centered on Leo inside me. He feels deeper than yesterday, how can that be? I wonder, then all thought is lost as he begins moving. Slowly, so slowly he inches out then back in, like he’s teasing me. More, faster, harder back inside me, deeper, more, please. He’s answering every one of my pleas. Deeper, faster, harder, more. I’m screaming as I come. But Leo is still moving inside me, harder, deeper with every thrust, he’s drawing out my orgasm more and more and more and oh god I can’t take it. He’s tearing me apart from the inside out. He thickens with a heartbeat burning into me in a blinding rush before the hot essence of him fills the condom, hot so hot, I marvel as I tip over into an ocean of bliss.
Too soon Leo pulls out. I sag against the bed where he leaves me. My bones are still liquid, with a chuckle Leo picks me up and puts me on the bed. Before I can even say thank you, he goes into the bathroom. I wonder if he will do a repeat of yesterday. I really hope not, I’m not in the mood to spend the night crying over his ass again. There is also this tiny part of me surprised he would leave after what can well and truly be called a quickie after the unbelievable almost three hours of last night. I was shocked and could not believe what the clock on the bedside table was telling me.
Out of curiosity, I peek up at the clock, holy crap. It’s almost seven o’clock. I hear his zipper. I close my eyes tight, hating him.
“Stay, order up room service. I have some things I need to take care of. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
Turning over, my chest clenches tight as I realize I don’t hate him. I wish I could. “I’m just supposed to wait, twiddling my thumbs, until you deign to come back and fuck me?”
I don’t hate him, but I do hate that damn eyebrow as it goes up. “You agreed, anytime, anyplace, anyway I want you. I am not done with you tonight, not even close. I made an allowance yesterday because I didn’t want to leave you sore or in pain. The last hour was only an appetizer to take the edge off my hunger.”
Thank god, it wasn’t me. Leo actually cared he hadn’t wanted to hurt me. Considering how large he was and it was the first real time, I’m now annoyingly grateful