6. Elijah

Ijust came from the brunch from hell with Dad, only to get to my room and have no ice. I need a stiff drink, and it's barely one in the afternoon. Eli and Zeke owe me for this shit. Eli for sleeping in, rambling on and on about how he did his part by trying on the tuxes, and Z for his ass still not being here.

Picking up the ice bucket and the room key, I open the door and head down the hallway to where I saw the vending machines. Imagine that, even ritzy resorts have them. Guess rich people like snacks too.

I hear the sexiest voice mumbling about wrinkles, weight, and heading the wrong way. Lifting my head, I catch a glimpse as she walks by. It's the beauty from the elevator. The bucket and all its icy contents drop to the floor, and I reach out quickly before I can think about what I'm doing.

"There you are? Seems like this is my lucky day," slips from my tongue as I grab hold of her shapely waist and pull her toward me. She glances over her shoulder before I turn her around and claim her lips.

She gives in to me so willingly, surprising me. I was expecting a little more fight, especially since a strange man is kissing and groping her. "You found me, but how?" she asks through a moan.

Fuck, she saw me, but why does she look so worried? It's like she has seen a ghost or something.

Deepening the kiss, my tongue slides along the seam of her lips and she opens for me, allowing it to slip inside to massage hers. Gripping her hips tighter, I move us back into the tiny area housing the ice machine and one lone snack vending machine. There's just enough room on the other side of them for us to duck in, so we are out of sight.

I release one side of her hip to run my fingers through her hair and pull back to look at her. "God, you're fucking gorgeous."

"Fuck me," she moans breathlessly. "Here and now. I need it."

Shit! Is this goddess for real? She reaches down and undoes my jeans, then reaches in and pulls out my already hard cock, grasping it in her hand, and begins stroking up and down my shaft. "Are you sure? I don't have a condom, and what if someone sees?" Am I really afraid to be seen fucking in public?

"I'm on the pill and it didn't matter last time. Fuck me or I'm gone," she moans as she drops to her knees, opening her mouth and taking in the length of my cock, sucking me like there's no tomorrow.

Last time? What the hell does she mean?

I need to get out of my head and quit fighting against what my body wants. I arch my back, trying not to shoot my load down her throat. Fuck if this woman isn't a master at sucking dick. Reaching down, I grasp her hair in my hand, holding her head in place as I start fucking her face. Her gag reflex is on point.

"Damn baby, if your pussy is as amazing as your mouth, I'm never letting you go," I growl, fighting the urge to come.

She huffs out a laugh with her mouth full that sends ripples of vibrations along my shaft before she pulls off with a pop, standing back up. The absence of her wet lips wrapped around my dick makes me crave her even more.

"I said fuck me," comes boldly from her, her dominance causing my cock to twitch.

"Don't you want to go to your room? Hell, we can go to mine. My brother's there, though."

"Seriously, less talking and more fucking. I need your cock in me now. I've missed it," she says with her chest heaving, already shimmying her panties down her legs and stepping out of them, leaving them abandoned on the floor.

Wait! What did she say? We haven't—she cups my cock in her hand and begins stroking it. I lose my ability to think straight.

Fuck me!

Reaching down, I lift her leg, then remove her hand as I grasp my cock, angling it at her entrance before slamming inside of her. She's so fucking wet and ready. Normally I'd want more. I'd take the time to explore every inch of her body and eat her pussy until I had my fill. But this little minx is primed and ready and there's no way I'm going to let her find someone else to satisfy her craving.

"Faster," she pants, before wrapping her hands around my neck. "Damn, you're tight, baby girl." Adjusting my grip on her leg so I can cup her ass with my hands, I lift her from the floor, pressing her back firmly against the wall, and continue to thrust my cock up inside of her tight, dripping cunt. At the rate I'm going, and the way her sweet pussy is gripping me, I'm not going to last much longer. Her moans become more erratic before she cries out, "Fuck, I'm coming!"

I pump into her faster, feeling my balls tighten, signaling I'm close to my release as well. "Me too, baby, me too. Do you want me to pull out?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she slams her lips on mine and slides her tongue inside, riding out her orgasm. Increasing my speed, it's only a couple of thrusts later before I'm shooting my hot load inside of her tight little hole. Once I'm done, I just hold her there, allowing my body some time to come down from its high. "You can let me down now," she says, and I slowly lower her back to the ground, making sure she's steady on her feet. Bending down, she picks up her underwear, balling them up in her hand, before smoothing down her dress.

"Fuck, babe, I wasn't expecting this. Can I get your number? See you again?"

There's no way in hell I want her to escape. I think I just found my wife. A woman who knows what she wants and takes it, a wild side to her, and is hot as hell. She's the fucking unicorn of women.

"I got to go. Sorry, I don't remember your name, but honestly, I didn't expect to see you here." She pushes past me, rushing down the hallway, leaving me dumbfounded.

Hold up… I never gave her my name. What is she talking about? I wonder why she mentioned we fucked before? Was I drunk and don't remember? Is she crazy? I mean, I do love a woman who's a little psycho.

Shit! I need to stop her. I step into the hallway, but she's already gone and I don't have a clue which way she went. Putting my dick in my pants and zipping them back up, I pick up the bucket from the floor, refill it with ice, and head back to the room.

Eli has finally woken up and is sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone. "Looks like the rehearsal dinner is canceled tonight. Apparently, the new step-monster is so distraught by the way her daughter treated her today that she just can"t handle it. Dad's taking her to some overnight spa retreat and he'll see us in the morning. Guess the daughter is just as much a bitch as the mother."

When I don't say anything, he looks up. I've shut the door, but I'm still standing there, the ice bucket cradled close to my chest, as I gaze into space with a dopey smile. "Okay," I manage to get out.

"Earth to Jay. What the hell, man? Did you even hear a word I said?" He laughs.

"No rehearsal tonight. Stepmommy's upset because of her bitch daughter. Who the fuck cares? It'll give me time to go find my future wife," I tell him, moving over and setting the ice bucket on the table.

"Your future wife? You've lost me, man. What in the world is happening?"

I walk over and sit down on my bed, facing him. "Eli, man, I saw her again."

"The girl from the elevator?"

"Yeah. There I was at the ice machine, and she walked by. I called out to her, kissed her, then she told me to fuck her. We did it in the hallway right beside the ice machine. She's everything I want in a woman."

"So where is she?" he asks.

"She left, told me sorry she forgot my name. Granted, she may be a little crazy, because a couple of the things she said made absolutely no sense. But Eli, she's perfect. Come out with me tonight and help me find her. We can look for your girl from the plane too. I have a feeling they'd get along great."

"Sure, why not? Maybe Zeke will be here in time to go with us. I'm going to take a shower. Want to get some lunch when I'm done?" Eli asks, standing and moving over to his suitcase, taking out his toiletry bag.

"I mean, I worked up an appetite, burning off a lot of calories by having the best sex of my life." I burst out in laughter as Eli just shakes his head.

One thing is for sure, I'm going to find my mystery woman. Hell, I didn't even get her name.