Page 69 of Room Service
“And if the answer is no?” I whisper, waiting with bated breath for her answer.
“Then he wasn’t something worth having in the first place.”
Chapter Fifty
DORIEN
I get back to The Blue Diamond hotel, feeling stressed as fuck. I visited another hotel in my chain today, and to say the running of it underwhelmed me would be an understatement. I need to hire someone else to keep a check on things, like a shark who rotates when they check on different hotels and who can replace staff without having to fucking bother me about it. Yes, I’ll add that to my agenda for tomorrow, but for now, I just want to relax, preferably balls deep in Elise.
I open the penthouse door to darkness, except for a lamp on in the far corner of the room. My eyes try to search out Elise, but there’s no sign of her. I deduce that she’s either in the bedroom or bathroom, because the kitchen is empty too.
I kick the door closed behind me, tossing the key card on the side table by the door, and then a movement to my right catches my eye. The dim light shows me Elise stood there, in nothing but lacy underwear and a long, silk dressing gown flowing behind her. She walks over to the table by the window, where I see a chair has been moved to sit on its own between the sofa and the table.
“Sit,” she commands, and I raise one eyebrow at her. She doesn’t move, doesn’t even attempt to say anything else as she holds my gaze and keeps her finger pointing at the chair. Curious, I make my way over, sitting down and wondering what she’s got planned. Her hair is framing her face, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. I could get used to this side of her—carefree. It’s sexy as hell when she takes me by surprise, and watching her come into her own more and more just adds to that.
She moves to the side, picking a remote from the table and pressing a button, music starting to filter through the room. I recognise it, the sensual rhythm and blues beat seeming to set the tone, and I watch as she puts the remote back on the table before turning away from me as she moves her body to the music.
I watch, fucking rapt, as she sways her hips from side to side, revealing her back as she drops the dressing gown to the floor and starts to grind her hips. Her hands move down her stomach as she turns to face me, skimming over her pussy before she’s coming towards me and giving me a lap dance. Mother of fuck.
She rotates her hips, her hands brushing over my chest as she starts to undo my shirt buttons. I’m hard as fucking rock for her. I’m mesmerised by her. I’m infatuated with her.
When she’s undone my shirt, she pushes it off my shoulders, along with my jacket, and then she steps back, admiring my abs, biting her bottom lip as she moves her hands behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor. And then her hands move to the sides of her knickers as she hooks her thumbs underneath the fabric, teasing me, tempting me. There are equal parts of me that want this to hurry up and be over so I can touch her but also wanting the song to play on repeat because I don’t want this to end.
She pushes the lace fabric down her legs, and then she’s kneeling before me and running her hands up my thighs, slowly, sensually. She finds the button on my trousers, undoing it and pulling my zip down, reaching in my boxers and fisting my cock, before uncovering it and teasing the tip with her tongue.
Her other hand comes up and her nails rake over my chest. Something feral ignites inside of me, and I struggle not to fucking haul her up off the floor and plunge my dick in her. She’s clearly enjoying being in control here, and as much as I usually take control, I want her to have this moment, until I bend her over and fuck her hard, that is.
She bobs her head up and down as she takes my cock to the back of her throat. Jesus. She looks up at me from underneath her lashes, and seeing her like this, my cock filling her mouth, is just fucking everything. I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer, even as I tell myself she needs this, because she’s too fucking beautiful to not touch.
She can see my internal struggle, I’m sure of it, because she moves back up my dick and lets it fall from her mouth as she pushes up and straddles me. My hands instantly find her hips as she grinds to the music, making my cock jerk with every movement. Her lips connect with mine, and that is where I lose control. I fist the hair at the nape of her neck as I devour her. I lift her as I stand and move us to the window, pushing her against it as my cock enters her dripping wet pussy. I fuck her there as she wraps her limbs around me, not seeming to be able to get close enough, even as there is no space between us.
She pants in my mouth but I refuse to break our lips apart.
She grabs my hair and cries out loud as she comes hard, my punishing strokes not letting up and taking her to another fucking level.
“Fucking take it all, Elise,” I grunt as she clenches around me. She cries out again as I push her towards another orgasm, the clenching of her pussy telling me she’s on the verge. And then I say something I never thought I’d say to a woman ever… “I fucking love you.” She screams my name, my words taking her over that edge and me following right behind her.
Her lips crash back onto mine again, and I carry her through the apartment and to the bedroom, where I lie her down and take the rest of my clothes off, her eyes watching my every move. I know she heard me in there, when I said I loved her, and maybe that’s why she’s looking at me the way she is. It’s a look I can’t quite decipher as I cover my body with hers, kissing her softly, a complete contrast to what we just did in the other room. My dick doesn’t take long to harden again, and I slide inside of her, moving slow.
“Dorien,” she whispers against my lips as my hips rock into her. “Is this real?”
“Every single second of it,” I whisper back.
I see her eyes glisten as I make love to her, my forehead resting on hers, our bodies moving in sync, our fingers entwined as I hold her hands above her head.
And when she orgasms again, she doesn’t look away from me, the look of pure ecstasy on her face making me come hard.
I place a light kiss on the end of her nose as I move to the side of her and lie on my back. She immediately curls up to the side of me, her head resting on my chest, her arm hooking around my waist and her leg doing the same to my thigh.
Silence descends, only the sounds of our breathing to be heard, until she breaks the silence.
“Dorien,” she says, and I look down at her. She moves her head, resting her chin on my chest to look back at me. “I’m scared.”
“Scared?”
“Scared of loving you so much that I lose myself.”
Fuck. This woman.
