First Chance (12 page)
Authors: A. L. Wood
Steele
After taking quite a few tequila shots in my hotel room from the ungodly expensive hotel mini-bar. Not caring about the cost, I just needed these drinks. I make my way to the elevator. Headed to the concierge desk to ask about all the party hot spots. Stumbling into someone, looking up eyes fuzzy I make out that it’s Liam. I clap my hand on his shoulder to balance myself.
“Yo
u smell like a God damn brewery, Ryan.” He says clearly irritated.
“Pre-gaming my man, pre-gaming.”
Walking into the elevator using Liam as leverage to keep my body upright.
“Self-Medicating” he mumbles.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask, not understanding what he is implying.
He shakes his head, conversation over before it
started. I give in, putting my white flag up before shit gets deep and heavy. Closing my eyes, drowning out my thoughts, concentrating on my goal for tonight, I don’t hear Liam talking to me.
“The
guys should be down in the lobby already, are you going to be good douche?”
Opening my eyes, I catch the last part of what he was saying.
“Forgive me already, I don’t know what I was doing. I just… I just didn’t think. I’m sorry.” Not wanting him pissed off at me, or this interfering between us.
“I
owe you one. Remember that. I will forgive you. But when the time comes and I need to fucking punch you in the face, you better forgive.”
He smiles, like he already has the when and where planned.
I disregard his comment knowing that no matter what, I would forgive him.
Doors opening to the elevator, the guys
, Gage, Zepp, and Jason are there waiting. I put my hand back on Liam’s shoulder using him as my feet.
“R
eady to fucking party?” I growl. Needing to get this want for the Minx out of me in a seriously bad way. All eyes on me. They start laughing. They had identified that I am besotted with tequila.
My lovely, lovely lifelong friend.
I remind them of the bet and also that I am still up by one. Winning. They groan, then give back fighting remarks how they, except for Liam, are all going to have five-some orgies tonight. I start laughing with roar but not because I doubt them. If anyone could do it, easily it would be us.
We don’t chase pussy. Pussy chases us. But
imagining every single one of them having orgies in their hotel rooms tonight. If only the Self-righteous Natalie could see us now. Then she would really know what she has gotten herself into. What fold she has been sucked into. It would be priceless.
We would corrupt her soul, rip it out, sto
mp on it, and shred it again and again. We are all Free-Lancers in the commitment department. Only forming a bond with each other. There is no room for a flighty unstable brunette. It would be best for her to learn it sooner than later.
Stepping outside the hotel, a black stretch limousine is already waiti
ng for us. Probably Gages doing. The guy is always prepared, I was set on taking a cab. Liam shoves me in head first. I fall onto the seats body askew, the guys start laughing and climb in sitting on opposite seats.
“So where to?” I ask questioning.
I
f they have planned to have a limousine outside waiting for us then surely they’ve planned where we are going.
“We
’re headed to New Scotland Ave, there’s a club there. A Popular party scene, that holds a lot of willing pussy.” Gage says eyes glinting.
“Great, just what I need.”
Liam looks to me, his lips in a deterred sneer. Of all
people, he is the last person I would expect to see judging. My Minx has something on him, on me, a chain, and a hold. She needs to let the fuck go.
Pulling up to some
cheesy fucking club, the guys all get out ahead of me. As I crawl out Liam grabs my hand and yanks me with him. “Dude there’s no hand-holding inside, got it? We are here to get women, not scare them off.” I say, leaning into him. Riling him up.
“Well if you could’ve controlled yourself, and waited to sample the alcohol until we arrived, I wouldn’t have
to hold your hand.” He replies snarling. Pulling my hand back, away from him as if he burned me.
“You’re not my fucking
babysitter, go find yourself a God damn woman and leave me alone.” I reply.
He goes too far sometimes, touching boundaries he should stay away from. Storming away, I weave back and forth passing everyone who has
been waiting in line. Budging ahead, I approach the club bouncer. Taking a couple hundred dollar bills out of my pocket I slyly hand it to him and he lifts his all-important red-rope letting me in. The guys can bribe their way in themselves. People start mumbling obscenities because I jumped ahead. Being rich and famous does have some good qualities. Such as never having to wait in a forever long line. Not glancing a look at any female I pass by, I walk right up to the bar. Before I even get my hand halfway in the air to signal that I need service the hot little bartender approaches me.
Pushing her breasts together, almost falling out of he
r barely there tank-top. I force myself to keep my eyes focused on hers. It’s a game I enjoy playing at immensely. I play hard to get. They put themselves out there on a platter over and over, until I notice. Only, I know I came here with one intention, to get a female who is doing just that, what she is doing right now.
Teasing me with what I can have, what
I will have. I order a shot of Whiskey, one after another. Hot little bartender makes a pit stop in front of me.
“I am free after two, if
you’re lonely.”
Thinking of Natalie, anger
ed by where my mind goes constantly.
“I’ll think about it
.” She saunters off, shaking her ass with every step.
Quarter after two. C
amp still set up at the bar. The guys have long disappeared with women. Liam too, surprisingly. Maybe I could have made a rash decision thinking something was there between him and the Minx.
Not that it’s my business what they do.
In the past couple of hours, while downing shots, I have learned that hot bartenders name is Leslie. She also wants to make it far away from New York and she wants to fuck me. Simple, common groupie qualities. Although the way her lithe body moves I’m betting I’ll be getting the better part of this deal. Unwilling to give her anything but one night, one night that she is about to lose if she doesn’t get her ass out here soon. I’m ready to head back to the hotel.
Throwing some cash down on the
bar. I push the stool back and lead my footsteps in the direction of the exit. Only steps to fresh air and a lit cigarette, hands wrap around my hips. I turn my head back looking over my shoulder at Leslie. I grin at her.
“Going somewhere without me?” She asks, a little too insecurely for my liking. Second guessing what the fuck I am doing, I hesitate in replying. Fuck it.
“Just out for a cigarette until you were ready, your shift end yet?”
“Already
clocked out, I am all yours.” She purrs, trying to be sexy.
It wasn’t
.
Stepping outside, forgoing the smoke I had pla
nned. She hails a cab. I tell her I am staying at the Hilton. She tells the cab driver. Arriving at the hotel entrance I hand the cab driver the fee, including a large tip. My privacy expected. I get out before her and walk around the car to open her door, she steps out one leg at a time.
“Follow me”
I whisper. Doubting if I could do this when really all I want to taste and feel is my Minx. I walk to the elevator, not stopping or looking behind me to see if she is following. When I step inside the elevator and press the third floor button, she wraps her arms around me again. I’m doing everything within my power not to shrug her off. My body tenses trying to rein control.
No one touches me wi
thout myself initiating contact. This one-nighter is already trying my boundaries’. The elevator doors slide apart. She lets go and I step off. Her trailing behind. I stop in front of my door. Before opening I glace down the hallway, making sure Liam nor Natalie’s doors are open, chancing them seeing me.
Presuming the coast is clear
, I slide my keycard in and the door clicks. I push the door open and step to the side allowing Leslie entrance before me.
“Drink?” I offer her.
“Sure
, I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She says, sliding her arms back around my waist. This time her hand creeping to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning.
Steele
Jumping away from her, while dropping the miniature shot bottle I had in my hand.
“Are
you alright babe?” she asks curiously.
I need to get the fuck out of here, right now. Something is seriously wrong with me,
I am declining a willing pussy. Instead inside, I am shaken and stirred over the Minx.
“Yeah I’m fine, uh why
you don’t make yourself a little more comfortable while I run down to the lobby.”
Noticing that I had spilt the las
t of the liquor I had while jumping away from her blunt ministrations.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” I say on a fake promise.
Closing my room door, assured that I have nothing of value or personal in that room, a lesson from the past learned. I lean my body up against my door hoping the one-nighter doesn’t come looking for me. I look to my left knowing its Natalie’s room. For the second time this day, fuck it.
Approaching her door, second guessing if I should knock. Should I do this? Walk
into this possible fucking mess. Would I be satisfied would she be satisfied with only one night? Can I consciously break her this completely? This thing between her and me, it has to end. We cannot go another seven weeks like this. On the borderline of hate and encompass. Making my choice, I lift my hand up enclosed it in a fist and knock.
Natalie
Laying on my side, blanketed in sheets and comforters, saddened to feel so alone, and left behind. I hear a loud knocking on the door, who the hell could this be at three o’clock in the morning? Getting out of bed and shrugging on my robe, I open the door. Ryan Fucking Hurst. Obviously intoxicated with the smell radiating off of him is beyond powerful, I was wondering if one could become inebriated by scent of alcohol alone.
“Yes
?” I ask irritatingly.
“Ca
n I come in? We need to talk.” Ryan says. Trickily asking but an underlying demand laced in his tone.
“I have no reason to t
alk to you. Unless it’s about my internship or the tour. We have nothing to say to each other.” I say shaking my head showing that this isn’t up for discussion. Suddenly I am pushed back. Ryan shoving his way into my room. Locking my door behind him, this man clearly has an issue with the word no. Either he doesn’t know the meaning or just doesn’t listen.
“What in the hell do
you think you are doing? Ryan, I think we played this game earlier and it ended just as it should have.” I say, slowly putting space between us and wrapping my arms around myself with chills zapping at my skin.
“You see, Minx, this is where I think you are wrong.” He says, coming at me.
Glint in his eye, and a sloppy stumble in his step. I keep backing up until my legs hit the bed. I know there is nowhere else to run. I’m stuck in this position. Ryan holding the expression of a hunter on his face, and I am his prey.
Steele
I’ve got her just where I want her. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. We will be done with this right here and now. I lean in as close as I can without touching her. But oh how I want to. Want to run my tongue along the seam of her luscious pouty lips, wrap my fingers tightly in her hair and pull her to me.
But this, this is
going to be slow and torturous. If I kiss her now I know I won’t be able to hold off from being inside her immediately. I’m going to strum this out for as long as I can. The longest guitar solo ever played. The lyrics, her moans.
Overcome b
y greed, I fulfill my cravings taking her all in. Inches away from my touch, she’s trembling. Her hair mussed from bed. A white cotton robe concealing her curves, reaching her knees that I am holding back from ripping off her. Lust in her eyes undoubtedly, for me. Saving time, I pull my shirt off over my head. She continues to stare while remaining mute. Taking turns, her eyes slowly get their fill of me.
My hair free sculpted chest. M
y eight pack of abdominal muscles that I faithfully work hard to keep. I unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my pants, letting them slowly drop to the floor pooling around my feet, stepping out of my jeans I kick them to the side. Grabbing her hands, I push them to her side. Untying her robe, I let the sash fall. Her robe slightly agape. I can see she has nothing on underneath, I want more than anything to rip it away from her body. But I can’t, she has to come to the decision on her own. I want her full consent.
Nervous as fuck that
she’s going to tell me to get out. I stand there holding my hands at my sides clutched in fists, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. If she cannot tell how much I want her at this moment, if she cannot see how hard it is for me to stay pliant. Then there is no hope for tonight. For this to happen.
She slowly brings her hands up, gripping at the opening of her robe. I suck in my breath, holding it until I notice
she’s deliberately delaying.
This Minx is teasing me.
I laugh out loud, causing her to insecurely close the gap. Reassuring her, I place my hands upon hers.
“I
need you.” I say with an unrecognized gruff. My emotions wavering through the air.
Our fingers become interlaced and together we slide her robe off
. Leaving her eyes, I look down. My Minx is an angel. Supple and soft in all the imaginably right places. She is nothing I expected. Her breasts are more than a handful and her nipples area pale pink puckered begging for my wet rapacious kiss. Hips, enough for me to grab onto for leverage, and her pussy bare.
I look back into her eyes,
subliminally conveying how much I want, how much I fucking need her. And then we combust. Her hands ripping at my hair wrapping around me. At the same time I pull her to me, wrapping her hair around one hand and grabbing her ass pushing her into me, so she can feel how fucking hard my cock is for her.
I lift her up and
gently place her on the bed, throwing the comforter and sheets to the side at the same time. Climbing over her, I kiss her neck. Nipping, licking my way to her beautifully pink tinted areolas. Taking turns nipping and sucking at each nipple, her breathing coming in short rasps.
Continuing to p
inch and rub her hardened nipples. I kiss her hip, her stomach and every untouched spot on her body. Making love to her skin, so unlike me. My cock, hidden in my briefs is ready to explode. Slowly, I spread her legs placing small kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh. Her pussy is soaking, dripping wet. Perfectly pink, slowly tracing circles around her clit. Teasing her, she moans out my name. Making me only want to be as deep inside of her as possible. Inserting one finger, she’s so fucking tight. She begs for more, she’s undoing me.
Leaning forward while pushing my finger in and out of her, I taste h
er. Her legs shaking, she pushes my head closer to her pussy her moans pleading for me to continue. Who am I to deny her needs? My tongue lapping at her, adding another finger. I suck her clit frantically and I gently fuck her with my fingers and she suddenly comes apart, screaming my name and her body trembling. Pulling my hair.
I hop off the bed, grabbing my jeans searching for the condom in my pocket I had placed there hours before. I yank my briefs
off, and tear the foil off the packet and glide the condom on over my cock. Placing my knee between her legs, kneeling over her somehow finding my voice. I ask, no I beg for her consent.
There’s no going back from this.
“Do you want me?” I ask, nervous as to what her answer will be.
“Please….Yes…Yes…Fuck Ryan …Yes” she shoves out on a breath.
Positive she has no doubts, I put my other knee between her legs. Spreading hers as far apart as they can go, placing the head of my cock on her lips. I slide it up and down over her slit. Rubbing her juices all around, basking in the wetness of her.
She wraps her hands in my hair, pulling me to her, placing rough open mouth kissed on my lips.
“Just fucking do it Ryan” she whispers against my mouth.
And Fuck if I didn’t
slam it in at the end of her words. Her body tense beneath me, I didn’t know she was a fucking virgin. How did I not fucking see this? I yell at myself. Even if I did though, I still would have wanted her, if not much more.
I stay still frozen inside of her
as long as I can so she can adjust to my swelling cock inside of her. I’ll be damned that some part of me was overjoyed there has been no one before me in her. She rubs her hands over my ass, my back, clutching at my shoulders.
“Ryan
, move will you.”
Satisfied
that her body has slowly relaxed, I pick of a steady pace, thrusting in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
She’s
clawing at my back, rasping breaths, whispering in my ear how good my cock feels. My release hanging by a thread on a cliff. Needing her to come before I do, I reach my hand down between our bodies and start rubbing her clit. Roughly kissing her at the same time. She starts moaning against my lips.
Begging for more, I feel he
r pussy walls clenching my cock. Her pussy vibrating in orgasm is my unraveling. My seed, shooting out of my cock by an unknown force. Catching my breath while still inside of her, I look her in the eyes. Un-Fucking-believable. That was the sex we just had. Fucking mind-blowing.
Unsure if it meant the same to
her as it did me. I leave my cock inside of her, making it a somewhat awkward position, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting to forget how her pussy feels. Her eyes, blinking, opening slower and slower. She’s going to pass out, I’ve fucked her to sleep. That’s a first. Carefully sliding out of her, not wanting to cause her to wince in pain.
I st
and up and walk to the bathroom. Ripping the used condom off I throw it in the toilet and flush. Finding a washcloth I put it under warm water, squeeze it out so it’s not sopping wet, I walk back into the room. Sensitively cleaning her, she will be sore in the morning. I throw the washcloth on the bathroom floor, slide her over on the bed and lie down next to her. Holding her close. Breathing her scent in.
I stare at her peaceful sleeping form, wondering what has happened to her to make her so cold, so broken, but in bed the
warmest, most reactive person I have ever had sex with.