Chapter 6

Iwait for her in the hotel lobby. We are going for dinner. Casual, nothing fancy, and she has the car primed and ready to go, but she has asked me to take a few days off, so I am currently bartering with Robbie over the bar about what it will take to have my holidays at such short notice.

The truth is, he doesn't have much choice. I am already owed a ton of days off and he can't afford to piss me off too much, but he is trying to work it in his favor. He is still talking, debating, but I give him the look as I shuffle in my all-around black dress. It neatly fits my body without being over revealing in any way. I wear it with flat shoes; heels are not for me. I am pleased I got Dahlia to drop me at home so I could change and make a little effort. I feel comfortable, a little sexy, and it is helpful that we don't have to hide our friendship so much since Dahlia has apparently intervened on my behalf.

She told me that Mr. Suit handles all that. As well as any CCTV that may have been at the pool earlier. Apparently, the hotel here has agreements so as long as we are publicly only friends only nothing will happen when it comes to my job and it won't be mentioned to me in any way. Robbie finally nods and saunters away and I feel the air change.

I know she is here the moment she arrives. But I play on it; I know she is looking at my body in this dress. I know it looks good on me. Simple, yet so tightly fitting, it shows off the body I work so hard on. I bite my lip, slowly… Exaggerated. I flick my loose hair so my neck is bared and inviting. And then, only then, I meet her gaze.

I memorize as much of her as I can from across the lobby—I"ve been memorizing all weekend. I see the tiny strands of hair that drape down against her neck, loosened and fallen from her bun. She is in stockings. I have visions of catching them between my teeth. But I stand still. Staring... Until my eyes flick over towards the elevator. Giving a command without saying a word.

Turning away from her, I slowly take another sip and settle the drink back at the bar. I pause then turn glance to see if she has followed my command and she has. I don"t look at her again but I stand and walk like I know she is watching. My hips sway. My dress clings to my ass. Can she see a panty line? Does she wonder if I'm wearing any? My shoes click across the floor as I make my way and stand beside her as the elevator door pings open. She hovers wondering whether to go down to the car or back up to the room.

I give her no indication. I want to see if she follows my look or what she should do.

I lean back against the gold brass railing, opposite of her, just looking, making sure she sees my lust-filled eyes already undressing her, imagining peeling that dress from her... and I reach over and press the button for her suite.

I am brazen with it, my eyes sweeping downwards and back up, I smirk as I press the button. Higher and higher we rise. My heart beats fast. But I don"t say a word. I don"t move an inch. I just watch her. We mutually engage in a thick, hot, mental foreplay without the slightest movement outside of our wandering eyes. Not a word is spoken, but my intentions couldn"t be clearer. I"m calm, put together, cleaned up on the outside. But on the inside, I"m a ravenous animal, and I"ve found my prey.

My mind swirls as she reaches into her pocket and pulls the silver keycard out as the ding rings out and the doors slide open. She steps forwards and opens her door.

This time we don't linger in the lounge area and I don't ask permission as I step towards the bedroom. Luxury. Money. Class. But I know now that I belong in her intimate world. I walk past her close enough to touch, but I don"t. I flick my hair though so she gets a deep breath of my perfume. I leave my bag on a side table. I drop my jacket on a chair. My finger runs the length of a shelf as I look around. Unashamed and indiscrete in snooping. Wanting to know everything about her without asking anything.

She finds the bar, flicking the door open she lowers slowly, leaning forward, her breasts strain with a soft swing as she rocks her hips from side to side in mock contemplation. She reaches, taking out a bottle of something sparkling. She turns to me, perfectly arched eyebrows raised in question—not for permission, rather, if I would like to share. She shuts the fridge door with her heel.

She is absurdly sexy. Every movement, every micro expression, every flex of her body language. The animal inside me claws at the bars—I want to tear her apart. But I remain calm on the outside. I"m aware of my panties growing wetter, but I"m okay with that. And I respond to her eyebrow, with a single drop of my chin, a nod of affirmation, just a single lift and drop of my chin, taking a long, fluid two steps towards her.

Her fingertips twirl the wire, slowly unpeeling the foil around the top of the bottle, her palm rides up the bottle neck—a swift, tight, grip—as her hand twists. The pop is soft, the bubbles rise then simmer. She brings the bottle to her lips, rimming the top with a slow sweep of her tongue. Then her lips part, a brush of deep red lipstick marks the glass as she takes a mouthful, but as she lowers the bottle, a drop drips, runs from her lips down her chin. She catches it with her fingertip and offers it to me. No hint of a smile. Just a pure desperate lust in her face.

I move to step up into her space, and before her hand is even properly extended, I catch it in my palm, her fingers held out, my thumb pressing against her palm. I lean in, my eyes looking straight into hers and move my chin towards her finger, except I don't...

Instead, I exhale deeply, letting my guttural breath warm her collarbone, taking her by surprise as my tongue extends and the very tip drags up the soft skin of her throat, curling upwards under her chin and catching the faintest hint of champagne still left on her chin, licking all the way up and only pulling away the second my tongue touches her bottom lip... letting her watch as it disappears back in my mouth and I savor the taste.

She gasps; her breath caught as my touch takes her by surprise. She can feel me on her skin, the line I have drawn burns. I watch her body react instantly. The jolt of my touch reverberates through her. She nearly drops the bottle, I see it slipping from her fingers, much like her control. She wants me. Her green eyes drown in mine and they beg wordlessly take me.

I can see the submission in her once proud and defiant eyes. As the bottle begins to drop, I catch it in my hand. I"m sharp as a tack and don"t miss a thing. My fingers brush against hers as I take the bottle from her. My other hand reaches up to her neck, gently stroking her throat where my tongue just was, curling around to the nape of her neck and turning her body a half turn. My other hand assists after I set the bottle on the table, and I twist her around and step up, giving her that first feel of my body against hers as I settle her against the glass, her ass pressing into me.

Only inches from the floor to ceiling 85th-floor windows, she feels the push of me, and her hands instinctively move up to the glass to stop herself—we are viewing the blacks and gold and whites of the darkened city and the flickering lights—her palms slide up along the crystal-clear glass. I want to make her feel like she is being stretched out and put on display to the city below. I feel her shivers against my lips as my lips brush against her neck, sending goosebumps down her arms. I push my body into her, pressing her forwards, knowing she will feel the cold glass against her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She presses against the glass, a slight push, and her ass rocks back against me, the curve of her cheeks brushing the swell of my clitoris, letting me know she feels my desire too.

My left hand slides up her ribs while my right hand slides down from her collarbone. They meet at her breasts— full, phenomenal breasts that spill over the top of the deep red dress—just aching, begging for me. I take two handfuls, squeezing them together, kneading, letting her feel that pressure and angsty hunger exhibited by my hands.

And then my thumbs hook the top edges of her dress and pull down so slowly... so fucking slowly… so just her nipples peek out, and I press myself against her firmly, shunting her body forward so her nipples kiss the cold glass directly this time.

She lets out a low moan as her nipples feel the cold. I know she needs attention between her legs—a touch, a lick, anything. I continue to peel her dress from her skin, slowly riding that curve and discover her secret. No panties, no bra...

This Hollywood star is just a slutty girl in a red dress for me; Now she is only in stockings, and heels and the remains of the dress bunched at her hips. And she is all mine to tease, toy and play with.

Her head turns to the side and my lips capture hers. I know her lipstick leaves deep red stains against my skin and I don't care. I can feel her lust bubbling to the point where she is losing control.

I break away from the kiss and scrape my teeth against her shoulder. Her body has been slowly bared and put on display, her dress bunched at her hips, her heels causing her ass to rise up and out, welcoming me home. I glide my hand across her breasts and squeeze a nipple, delighting in her gasp and moan.

My other hand moves, fingers searching just for the heat of her sex and her wetness. My fingers press against the fabric of the dress and touch the tip of her labia through the fabric. She tries to adjust her stance so I touch her clit, but I let her burn. She'll feel me when I'm ready. Finally she hears my voice, the lowest whisper, like a breeze, but deep. I'm sure she can hear my desire.

"Do you want me to touch you, Dahlia?"

She nods and gasps, "I need you. Please."

Her voice is weak.

That's all I want. My right hand reaches back up and settles on her throat, keeping her where I want her. With my left hand I help myself to wriggle out of my own dress.

Then I use the full, warm stroke of my fingers between her soft thighs. And I feel her wetness drip down onto my palm.

Fuck, she is so wet.

"Reach down. You may touch them. Feel my fingers against you, guide them, Dahlia."

One of her hands stays on the glass, the other snakes down, riding over her breasts, her dress, sweeping down to her pussy.

My own pussy aches for her as I watch her in the mirror-like reflection of the window.

She takes my palm with soft delicate fingers and guides my fingers with hers between her labia, coating them in seconds, she is dripping with lust. My fingers smear, touching everywhere. She feels so good. She moans and it catches in her throat, vibrating against my fingers as I hold her there.

I sway gently forward and back, her fingers slippery and delicately wrapped around mine. I can feel the pulsing heat coming from inside her, testing the limits of my restraint.

I can't wait to be inside her. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything.

The contact has been made— there is no stopping now. My fingers stroke over her clitoris before pulling back and circling, teasing, threatening to penetrate her.

She is dripping and shaking, her legs tense as she balances in her heels, the angle awkward, her ass jutting out. It is a sexy display for me and indeed for anyone looking up at the 85th floor. And that thought makes me moan. Her desperation for me is in full view as she lets out a whimpering cry. "Please ... Alexa…" she whimpers and her ass pushes back at me again. She is so open to me.

Fuck. You are mine, I think to myself. My finger gives a firm rub of her clit, a circular rub, and with each press of her clitoris, I can hear her moan. Fuck, I love it. I hold her pleasure entirely in my hands. My hands become needy in seconds. I move faster, my fingers sliding easily between her legs.

I push her legs outward, making room, and then I begin to push my fingers inside of her. I want her to feel totally opened wide and stretched for me as I push deep inside of her as far as my fingers will go.

Fuck. Her head turns and my mouth seeks hers out, and the kiss consumes us both as my fingers impale her. She is hot and hopelessly slippery as I thrust in hard and deep. I feel her adjusting around my fingers, two and then soon after, three. The angle is awkward, but I make sure my fingertips are hitting her G spot as I fuck her. She gasps and bites my lip, but I don"t pause, I add a fourth finger and continue fucking her. Hard.

I'm lost in sensation when the explosion comes and bursts from deep within her. I feel it, feel her vagina tighten as she calls out loudly and her pleasure floods the back of my hand and puddles on the expensive carpet as my fingers slide out of her.

Her legs give way and suddenly it is just me and the window pane holding her up.

Fuck. I am so wet, too, with the grind of her ass against me my only relief. But it is all her. She has all of my focus and attention.

My kisses turn dirty; dirty kisses for a dirty girl. The animal bursts free from within me and the mood changes. That red dress that drew me in, caught my eye... now it"s just a hindrance and something else between me and her. I lift it up and over in a flash ... her breasts bouncing freely as she stands, splayed, for all the city to see ... making me feel like I could come for her this very instant.

I drop my hand from her throat, but before she can turn, I give her a good hard slap on the ass, tanning her skin to a bright burning pink. I want to take her again. I don't care that she's barely finished coming once already. I push my hand roughly between her legs from behind again and push my four fingers straight back into her, finding her G spot immediately. She gasps and her body shakes as I begin to fuck her again hard and fast with no remorse.

She gushes for my fingers. Once. Twice. Thrice. She keeps on squirting and I keep on fucking her.

I want to orgasm. I want her to see just how wet she makes me, how hard I can come for her before I make her come again for me, so I pull from her, my fingers dripping, and I direct her until she is on her knees but to the side so we are in profile against the window. I want anyone watching to see the bob of her head as she pleasures me with her mouth.

She whimpered as my fingers slid out of her. But now she is on her knees for me and instinctively using her fingers to part my labia as her eyes close underwear thick lashes and she moans as her mouth opens to take me.

I hear my own moans escape my lips as her tongue moves in long hungry strokes taking me in desperately.

Fuck, I've never been wetter, and it turns me on like nothing else seeing her on her knees with her pretty face between my legs.

I watch her. I watch her tending to me, caressing me, adoring me as her mouth opens and she sucks against the heat of my sex. I cry out into the room. A loud roar, and her lips and hands must feel the spasm as I let go and begin to take my pleasure from her face.

One hand tangled in her thick red hair pulls her face tight against me. Within seconds of grinding on her face, my orgasm hits me. My orgasm is long, hard and deep. It shakes me to my core and I feel as though I'm in another world where only we exist.

I come back to earth when I feel the soft lap of her tongue as she licks and licks as though to clean up every drop of my pleasure.

My orgasm comes again and again in a way it never has before.

I continue to orgasm hard and it"s all for her.

My hand grips her hair again, holding her there for it all.

As I finish and allow her to pull away, I see my wetness all over her chin and lips, her make up is a mess and I like it.

I kneel down opposite her and kiss her deeply, licking and sucking the remnants of my own desire from her chin, lips, tongue. I can't get enough of her. Us. This.

And then I move to sit on the floor, spreading my legs and pulling her over to sit between them, her back against me so she faces the window again. I spread her legs with my ankles—pulling her open for the city to see her aching pussy—and reach up, putting my fingers to her mouth, she opens and sucks them obediently, no doubt they still taste of her, and when they are suitably wet I take them and press them against her throbbing, needy pussy. We stare at each other in the window as I begin to rub her clitoris.

Her arms curl back and up around my neck and her body trembles against my chest. I'm enjoying having her spread wide while I touch her and watch the reflection of us over her shoulder in the glass. And she submits entirely to my every desire. Her only answers are moans.

Her moans that get louder as my fingers start to move faster.

Her eyes are closed.

"Open your eyes. Watch yourself." I growl.

"Fuck… Fuck…" she cries as her eyes open and I watch them flit across our reflection. She watches her body opened up for me, and indeed for anyone who might care to look at this window.

I watch her too as I feel her clit swollen and responsive under my fingers. She is so incredible to fuck. I've always enjoyed women more who let go entirely and come loudly and with abandon and she is the embodiment of that.

"You"re going to come for all to see. You"re going squirt for me so hard, you spray that window when you come," I instruct. "Do you understand?"

Her eyes widen, but she nods obediently, her gaze still fixed on the reflection.

I lean further around her body so I can access her better, I can't resist. I want to be inside her when she comes.

My fingers tuck down and slide easily inside of her and my palm hits her clit. She calls out and her left hand grips my thigh tightly.

My fingers begin to wildly fuck her pussy. My palm presses and bangs against her clitoris. My other hand wrapped over her shoulder and reaching down to her exposed nipple.

"Your pussy is mine," I murmur as I lick her earlobe into my mouth and suck on it for the last stretch. "You can watch yourself come now for me, baby. See how wide open you are for my hand…" My fingers fuck hard and fast and I push her over the edge again. Her whole body begins to shake.

She watches—the window acting as a mirror and her sex reflected to us both. I pull my fingers out, focusing on just her clit in those final moments. She can"t control it. Her hips buck, her thighs tense. Her body leans back, her hips push forward and her head falls back against my shoulder as she lets out a scream of pleasure. And then she explodes with my hands and mouth and body consuming her entirely.

Her squirt does indeed hit the glass and I smile to myself.

Our fucking is raw. Animalistic. Primitive.

As her orgasm subsides, grasping hands turn to tenderness, pinches turn to softness. I hold her as she falls back against me and I bury my face in her wild hair, our breathing synced as we bask in the endless city lights.

She is beautiful and delicate again as she folds into my arms and I kiss her neck so very softly.

As raw as our passion is, and whatever the future of us involves, I know in that moment, I'll have infinite tenderness for her.