Page 19 of Room Service
I don’t have time to process it as he moves between my legs and grabs his cock, running it along my lips before he says, “Open your mouth.”
I think my mouth would have dropped open anyway at his command, and when I part my lips for him, he pushes inside of me and says, “Suck.”
I can feel myself getting wetter as I pleasure him with my mouth, and when he moans, fuck, it makes me feel like a goddamn queen.
He grabs my hair, entangling it with his fingers at the back of my head as he fucks my mouth. There are all sorts of gargling noises coming from me as he does, but I don’t care. He clearly wants this, and I’m just lost to the moment.
I swirl my tongue at his tip before he hits the back of my throat again and again and again. I breath heavily through my nose as I grab his balls with my hand and massage them. I feel tears pool in my eyes as his grip on my hair tightens to the point where I think he’s going to rip it out. And I moan as he releases in my mouth, swallowing everything he gives.
Am I mad? Quite possibly. He could have slept with half of this city for all I know, and he told me he likes to fuck, but again, I’m allowing myself this one wild night to do what my heart and body wants.
He pulls out and quickly pushes me back, burying his face between my legs and using his fingers to pull me apart so he can taste every part of me. And when his tongue plunges inside, his fingers continue to work my clit. I’m panting, grabbing onto the bed sheets as I feel my orgasm take hold again. But just as before, when I am about to crash over that peak, he pulls away, stopping everything. I groan out loud as he lifts me, carrying me over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and opening the sliding door, before he takes me over to the side of the balcony, turning me around so I’m looking over the city below. It’s busy, cars moving about, people walking along the pavement, but they have no idea we’re up here—not unless they look, anyway.
He bends me, my arms hanging over the railing as he lifts me slightly and plunges his dick inside of me.
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?” he questions, as he pulls my back flush against his chest, his lips by my ear. “Put your hands behind my neck and don’t let go,” he tells me, and I link my fingers behind his neck, exposing myself to the whole fucking world—or at least, that’s what it feels like.
“Hold on, Elise,” he growls as he pulls out and thrusts hard inside me. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as he fucks me without restraint, for anyone to witness if they choose to look up here. One of his hands finds my clit, while the other grabs my breast and he pinches my nipple roughly. His lips trace the skin on the side of my neck, and I can do nothing but lose myself to every second of what he is doing to my body.
I bite so hard on my lip that I taste blood. I link my fingers together so tight that I swear I’m cutting off the blood circulation. I move my face towards him, and he captures his lips with mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth at the same pace as he’s impaling me on his dick.
And when I feel myself reaching release yet again, I clench around him, praying he doesn’t stop it a third time.
He pulls his lips from mine and whispers against them, “Let go, buttercup. Let them hear what I do to you…” And fuck me, it’s like a goddamn detonator has gone off as I scream loudly, my orgasm taking hold as his punishing rhythm doesn’t let up. Every part of my body feels like it’s alive, and right now, I couldn’t give a damn if anyone can see me. All I can do is let myself be consumed by the man who releases inside of me seconds later, growling as he does. Not grunting. Growling. And it makes a shiver race across my body.
When he’s taken everything from me, I collapse against him, and he carries me back inside until he’s laying me on the bed.
And as my eyes begin to close, the sweat pouring off of me from the sheer exertion of what we just did, my mind suddenly reminds me that he never used a condom… but for some unknown reason, I fail to care.
Chapter Sixteen
DORIEN
Two a.m.
Elise has been asleep for the last three hours, and usually, I’d be pissed at a woman falling asleep in the bed I’m sleeping in, because I like them to leave once we’ve fucked. But Elise… I laid her in the bed and had no thought to try to wake her. And as I sit here, at the table by the window, in nothing but a pair of boxers, I think about how this broken woman came to me and asked me to give her one night. How she stood before me and opened herself up to me, that underlying determination running rampant inside of her.
I wonder what changed her mind, her morals, and the ideals that people have placed on her shoulders.
I wonder why she chose to come to me and help heal whatever plagues her mind.
The way she let me do what the fuck I wanted to her, no stipulations, no backing down, and how she let me fuck her in full view of anyone that looked at the balcony… I’ve never had an experience like it. The women I’ve fucked previously have all had reservations about being in open view of others. But her? She seemed to enjoy the thrill of it, her senses and emotions heightened by the experience.
And she’s going to be my goddamn employee.
I’ve never crossed that line before, preferring to keep my business well away from my pleasure. So why the hell did I cross that line for her? And why the fuck didn’t I wear a condom as I pounded into her ruthlessly?
I know exactly why. Because without even truly knowing her, I can see a broken form of myself in her. And my mind got caught up in the feel of her, the taste of her, and the fucking depths of her too much to consciously think about protection. Which could be a major fucking problem if she isn’t on some kind of birth control. Not to mention the possibility of… I don’t even want to think about it right now. I’ll deal with it when I see my doctor, later today, because I keep myself checked regularly, despite her being the first woman I’ve ever forgotten to protect myself with.
Christ, Dorien, this could fuck you right up the bloody arse!
I guess all I can do is wait until she wakes to ask the questions that could possibly make her feel uncomfortable but are necessary.
Chapter Seventeen
ELISE
I groan at the feel of his hands moving my thighs apart. I writhe as his mouth sucks my clit, his teeth nipping gently and his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me in position. My hands move to his hair, gripping him and pulling him closer to me, needing him to give me everything. The growl that tears from him as he fucks me with his fingers and eats me like his favourite dessert makes me heady, delirious, and desperate.
