The desk agent quickly located our crew packets and checked our IDs before handing us our room keys.
“Sunday at ten, Miss Taylor,” Miss Connors said. “If you’re so much as a millisecond late, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Got it.” I walked away just as Jake and the rest of the crew walked through the hotel doors. I headed straight for the elevators, but since I didn’t want to have to deal with seeing any glances exchanged or hear any sexual innuendos, I walked across the hotel’s atrium and headed toward the emergency steps.
Passing through a windowed hallway, I rolled my luggage to the first flight of steps and suddenly felt someone gripping my waist from behind, someone spinning me around.
“I need to set some rules and conditions of my own for this shit.” Jake’s blue eyes stared into mine, wanting and possessive.
My back hit the window and my luggage fell to the floor.
“If I agree to this,” he said, his jaw clenched. “There will be no late night emotional talks, no mention of the words ‘more’ ‘us’ or ‘relationship’, and I won’t be taking you out on any dates.”
“I didn’t ask you to take me out on any dates.”
“I don’t want to know a goddamn thing about your life outside of the bedroom.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I won’t be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone.” He paused. “Unless it’s about how wet your pussy is, I don’t want your name on my call log, and I don’t need you thinking we’ll ever be friends.”
I started to fire back, but he kissed me roughly, preventing me from getting a single word out.
“You don’t get to ask me questions about anything more than if I can go harder, longer, and deeper, and I won’t ask you anything outside of ways I can better please your pussy.”
My nipples hardened against my bra and my panties were sticking to my skin. As if he could sense it, too, he slipped his hand beneath my dress and tugged at the silk, slipping his fingers beneath it.
“We’ll share our bodies, not our lives.” He lowered his voice as his thumb softly stroked my clit. “That’s all I can ever give to you. That’s all I ever will give to you.”
He slid his other hand down my waist and squeezed my ass. “Are there any other conditions on your end?”
“Yes...” I managed as he tore off my panties.
“What else could there possibly be?”
“Three things.” My gaze went to his hands as he unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper, but the start of my sentence hung suspended in the air as he pulled out his cock.
“You were saying?” He tilted my chin up so my eyes were on his.
“Being your only one,” I said. “You didn’t mention anything about the women in other cities. You need to promise that they won’t be in the picture.”
“It was already implied,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I agree to fuck you and only you for however long this—whatever the hell this is, lasts. Happy?”
“Very.”
“What’s the second thing?”
“I want you to—” I sucked in a breath as his hand slid up my back and unclasped my bra in one smooth motion. “I want you to promise not to burn me.”
“Burn me?” He repeated.
“Hurt me.” I nearly stuttered. “I need you to promise that you won’t hurt me, Jake.”
He was silent, looking somewhat confused, but then he circled his thumb around my nipple and spoke slowly. “Gillian, I’m not going to burn or hurt you, unless you ever want to try that type of foreplay.” He pushed my dress up my waist. “That said, since we’ve agreed to no emotional entanglements whatsoever, you would have to fall for me in order for me to hurt you.” He ran his hand up and down my sides. “I’ll be sure that you don’t, and I guarantee that I won’t. What’s the third thing?”
“The third thing is that we do need to talk.”
“I just said that we don’t need to talk. Ever.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything serious, just cordial and friendly. You have to give me that...”
“Why?”
“This is new for me, no strings-attached sex. I’ve never done this before.”
He looked completely taken aback, blinking a few times, but then he eventually nodded. “Okay, Gillian. I’ll try to give you that.”
“Thank you.”
“So, you agree to all of my terms?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pushed me back against the railing. “I agree to yours, too.”
Without another word, his mouth was on mine—hot and heavy, reminding me of all the times I’d fantasized about it at night. Except this was better. Much better.
His hard cock was pressed against my thigh and I rubbed my palm against it, murmuring as he bit down on my lip. He suddenly tore his mouth away from mine and pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to me.
I tried to tear the packet open with my fingertips, but he laughed softly and took it from me.
“No.” He held it in front of me. “With your mouth.”
I hesitated, staring at him unsurely, but then I bit the corner of the foil with my teeth and ripped it open. With my fingers, I pulled the wet rubber out of the packet and rolled it over his cock, my pussy throbbing with every hard inch it covered.
His mouth returned to mine, heated and demanding once again, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up onto the banister.
“Spread your legs.” He commanded.
I gripped the railing and obliged, feeling his hands cup my ass and pull me forward.
Without another word, he pushed his cock into me with one deep thrust—completely obliterating my walls and making me scream.
Biting my neck, he whispered harshly into my ear. “If you scream like that again, someone is going to find us. “His fingers dug into my skin, a slight punishment. “And I’m not stopping, Gillian. Audience or not.”
I bit my tongue, never getting a chance to answer as he pounded into me again and again. As he fucked me relentlessly and recklessly, making my knuckles whiten against the railing, I succumbed to his control.
I met him thrust for thrust—my nipples aching under his rough touch, my pussy dripping wet against his cock. Each time a moan escaped my mouth, he slapped my ass and punished my skin with a harder bite.
Several flights above us, the sound of hotel guests entering and exiting through heavy doors could be heard, but eventually it dissolved into the background. All I could hear now was our heavy breathing and the sound of our skin slapping against each other.
“Oh...Oh goddd...” I struggled to hold back as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, as he fucked me deeper.
He slapped my ass—hard, and tightened his grip on me.
I bit his shoulder, trying to prevent myself from screaming, but it was no use. I cried out as my body shook and convulsed against his strong hold, and I shut my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body.
“Fuck, Gillian...” He pounded into me a few more times, finding his own release, and as he came, he held me still against his cock.
“Sunday at ten, Miss Taylor,” Miss Connors said. “If you’re so much as a millisecond late, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Got it.” I walked away just as Jake and the rest of the crew walked through the hotel doors. I headed straight for the elevators, but since I didn’t want to have to deal with seeing any glances exchanged or hear any sexual innuendos, I walked across the hotel’s atrium and headed toward the emergency steps.
Passing through a windowed hallway, I rolled my luggage to the first flight of steps and suddenly felt someone gripping my waist from behind, someone spinning me around.
“I need to set some rules and conditions of my own for this shit.” Jake’s blue eyes stared into mine, wanting and possessive.
My back hit the window and my luggage fell to the floor.
“If I agree to this,” he said, his jaw clenched. “There will be no late night emotional talks, no mention of the words ‘more’ ‘us’ or ‘relationship’, and I won’t be taking you out on any dates.”
“I didn’t ask you to take me out on any dates.”
“I don’t want to know a goddamn thing about your life outside of the bedroom.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I won’t be the guy you think you can call when you need to talk to someone.” He paused. “Unless it’s about how wet your pussy is, I don’t want your name on my call log, and I don’t need you thinking we’ll ever be friends.”
I started to fire back, but he kissed me roughly, preventing me from getting a single word out.
“You don’t get to ask me questions about anything more than if I can go harder, longer, and deeper, and I won’t ask you anything outside of ways I can better please your pussy.”
My nipples hardened against my bra and my panties were sticking to my skin. As if he could sense it, too, he slipped his hand beneath my dress and tugged at the silk, slipping his fingers beneath it.
“We’ll share our bodies, not our lives.” He lowered his voice as his thumb softly stroked my clit. “That’s all I can ever give to you. That’s all I ever will give to you.”
He slid his other hand down my waist and squeezed my ass. “Are there any other conditions on your end?”
“Yes...” I managed as he tore off my panties.
“What else could there possibly be?”
“Three things.” My gaze went to his hands as he unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper, but the start of my sentence hung suspended in the air as he pulled out his cock.
“You were saying?” He tilted my chin up so my eyes were on his.
“Being your only one,” I said. “You didn’t mention anything about the women in other cities. You need to promise that they won’t be in the picture.”
“It was already implied,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I agree to fuck you and only you for however long this—whatever the hell this is, lasts. Happy?”
“Very.”
“What’s the second thing?”
“I want you to—” I sucked in a breath as his hand slid up my back and unclasped my bra in one smooth motion. “I want you to promise not to burn me.”
“Burn me?” He repeated.
“Hurt me.” I nearly stuttered. “I need you to promise that you won’t hurt me, Jake.”
He was silent, looking somewhat confused, but then he circled his thumb around my nipple and spoke slowly. “Gillian, I’m not going to burn or hurt you, unless you ever want to try that type of foreplay.” He pushed my dress up my waist. “That said, since we’ve agreed to no emotional entanglements whatsoever, you would have to fall for me in order for me to hurt you.” He ran his hand up and down my sides. “I’ll be sure that you don’t, and I guarantee that I won’t. What’s the third thing?”
“The third thing is that we do need to talk.”
“I just said that we don’t need to talk. Ever.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything serious, just cordial and friendly. You have to give me that...”
“Why?”
“This is new for me, no strings-attached sex. I’ve never done this before.”
He looked completely taken aback, blinking a few times, but then he eventually nodded. “Okay, Gillian. I’ll try to give you that.”
“Thank you.”
“So, you agree to all of my terms?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pushed me back against the railing. “I agree to yours, too.”
Without another word, his mouth was on mine—hot and heavy, reminding me of all the times I’d fantasized about it at night. Except this was better. Much better.
His hard cock was pressed against my thigh and I rubbed my palm against it, murmuring as he bit down on my lip. He suddenly tore his mouth away from mine and pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to me.
I tried to tear the packet open with my fingertips, but he laughed softly and took it from me.
“No.” He held it in front of me. “With your mouth.”
I hesitated, staring at him unsurely, but then I bit the corner of the foil with my teeth and ripped it open. With my fingers, I pulled the wet rubber out of the packet and rolled it over his cock, my pussy throbbing with every hard inch it covered.
His mouth returned to mine, heated and demanding once again, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up onto the banister.
“Spread your legs.” He commanded.
I gripped the railing and obliged, feeling his hands cup my ass and pull me forward.
Without another word, he pushed his cock into me with one deep thrust—completely obliterating my walls and making me scream.
Biting my neck, he whispered harshly into my ear. “If you scream like that again, someone is going to find us. “His fingers dug into my skin, a slight punishment. “And I’m not stopping, Gillian. Audience or not.”
I bit my tongue, never getting a chance to answer as he pounded into me again and again. As he fucked me relentlessly and recklessly, making my knuckles whiten against the railing, I succumbed to his control.
I met him thrust for thrust—my nipples aching under his rough touch, my pussy dripping wet against his cock. Each time a moan escaped my mouth, he slapped my ass and punished my skin with a harder bite.
Several flights above us, the sound of hotel guests entering and exiting through heavy doors could be heard, but eventually it dissolved into the background. All I could hear now was our heavy breathing and the sound of our skin slapping against each other.
“Oh...Oh goddd...” I struggled to hold back as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, as he fucked me deeper.
He slapped my ass—hard, and tightened his grip on me.
I bit his shoulder, trying to prevent myself from screaming, but it was no use. I cried out as my body shook and convulsed against his strong hold, and I shut my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body.
“Fuck, Gillian...” He pounded into me a few more times, finding his own release, and as he came, he held me still against his cock.
