Page 53 of Come Fly with Me

“We don’t have a reservation,” Jake tells her, and she tilts her head to the side and wrinkles up her nose.

“We’re quite busy this time of year, but let me take a look. How long were you looking to stay?”

“One night,” Jake and I both respond in unison, and the woman gives us a strange look, as if she’s catching on or she thinks we’re here to rob the place.

Her fingers begin to deftly click away at the keyboard, and she moves her head from side to side a bit as she scrolls through the screen.

“We do have a couple of rooms left, but they’re our Orchid Suites.”

“How much?” Jake asks, like the look on her face isn’t screaming “more than your fucking mortgage,” as she shows her perfectly straight white teeth like the Chrissy Teigen meme.

“Nineteen hundred a night…” she pauses for a split second as her words sink in and then she adds, talking rather quickly, “but it’s a stunning room. Penthouse level with amazing views of Diamond Head and the ocean, a beautiful terrace that runs the length of the entire room. It has a huge soaker tub…”

“We’ll take it,” I announce, interrupting her sales pitch as I shove my credit card and driver’s license across the counter.

“Wonderful!” she gloats as she looks at both of us, wondering if we are someone famous she can tell her friends about. Nope, just two desperate and horny people willing to pay a week’s salary to take our clothes off in front of each other and dirty a bed. “Again, the room is just stunning. Would you like me to send up some champagne and fruit? We have the most delicious fresh fruit…”

“No,” Jake deadpans, shaking his head, “Just the room keys, please.”

“No problem, sir.”

She slides the keycard across the counter and gives us a quick rundown of where the elevators are and where our room is located, and as she’s continuing her hospitality spiel, Jake and I are already heading in the direction of the elevators.

Jake hits the button, and we stand side-by-side, not touching or speaking. The vestibule with the elevators is teeming with tourists, everyone waiting to return to their rooms, but none with the desperation that is coursing through my body.

My legs move, my knees bending as I bounce a little, and when the doors open, I give no haste, stepping in and moving to the back corner with Jake following closely behind.

The people file in, packing it to an extreme, and the elevator begins to stop on nearly every floor, but by the fifteenth floor it falls empty. And when the last person steps out, the doors shooting closed, my mouth is on Jake’s. Our kisses are relentless and desperate, and everything in me aches to have him inside me. He cups my breast, squeezing and groping at me with reckless abandon.

The elevator dings, the doors open to an empty hallway, and we make our way to our room with me following behind Jake. He shoves the keycard in, and holding the door open, I walk in first.

The room is massive, but I don’t even give myself a chance to explore, just head toward the sliding glass doors that open to an oversized balcony that runs the length of the room.

Even in the darkness of the night, you can see the outline of Diamond Head and hear the sound of the waves and I press against the railing taking it all in. I feel Jake come up behind me, pushing my hair to the side; he begins to kiss my neck, his hands sliding under my dress.

I turn in his arms, wanting him, but there’s far more here than just desperation to satisfy my need. Being close to him, trusting him, giving myself to him in a way that I haven’t done in years. He gets to have my body, but he also has my heart.

And in the darkness out on the balcony, he pushes my dress up over my head and tosses it aside as I stand naked and exposed in front of him.

“Taylor,” he growls, my name almost painful on his lips, and he bends down and takes my already taut nipple in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth and the coolness of the evening air cause all sensation to shoot straight to my center.

I hitch my leg around his waist, pulling him closer, grinding myself against his hard cock, and soaking the front of his shorts with my wetness. My hips moving as I dry hump him like a high schooler desperate to get laid.

“Jake, please,” I beg, needing him inside me. “Fuck me, now.”

“I’ve waited this long, and I’m not fucking you until I taste you.”

His mouth trails down my body, stopping as he tastes and sucks and bites at my overly sensitive skin.

When his mouth stops between my legs, his fingers running through my wetness, I moan out loud, my breathing labored, my heart racing. It’s been so long, and one touch from his mouth and I’ll come undone.

“I’m going to come fast,” I warn, my cheeks heating up and flushing bright red. My admission is almost an embarrassment to how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone.

“Then come all over my face.”

Eighteen

Jake

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