Chapter 24

Eliza

Bright sunlight streams through the windows of my luxurious Chateau Frontenac Hotel room on this fine Saturday morning in mid-August. It’s been another week, and another game—though it was a win this time and a win on the road. Maybe the season will be better now that we’re two and eleven. Steve and I are traveling together this weekend, and we have a breathtaking view of the walled city of Quebec. We overlook the St. Lawrence River, and across the water, the trees cover the hillside down the small mountains. It’s stunning.

I’m still floating after the Tigers’ fantastic Friday night win against the Quebec City Coeurs. It felt so good to see we could actually do it, and I’m going to be celebrating for the rest of the weekend.

“Are you ready?” Steve asks.

I turn and look at him. He’s wearing jeans and a rolled neck sweater and looking absolutely delicious. “What’s our plan?”

“As many times as I’ve been here, I’ve never explored. I thought we’d take in the Battery and wander the streets.”

I smile. “Sounds great.” Donning the warmest coat I brought, I worry it will not be enough. It may be August, but the wind is fierce, and the evenings are chilly. But nothing can get me down today. “Outside of Vancouver, this is my favorite city,” I tell Steve as we head out.

We lace our fingers together and wander in and out of cute little shops. In one of them, I find the perfect gift for my mother—a piece of hand-blown glass art that will work perfectly in her living room. I don’t usually shop for Christmas this early, but I couldn’t help myself. Then we stop at a boulangerie for pastries.

“I can see why you like it here,” he says. “It’s like a little slice of Europe in our own backyard.”

“That’s exactly how I think of it.” I grin at him. “What is your favorite city?”

“I went to medical school in Los Angeles, and it was pretty great. I knew before I started that I wanted to be in sports medicine.”

“What made you want to come back to Canada? There’s much more money to be made in the U.S. with their for-profit medical system.”

He shrugs. “I guess I love Vancouver. It’s beautiful and green. There’s so much to do and see. And despite how I feel about my parents’ marriage, I love being close to them.”

I link my arm with his. “I feel the same way.” I stop and look at a giant frog statue. It’s at the entrance to a toy store. “I might find something for my younger brother and sister in here.”

“I was hoping this was a different kind of toy store,” Steve whispers. There’s a mischievous glint in his eye.

I shake my head. “I know there’s one of those around here too.”

We go inside and browse for a bit, and I walk out with the perfect things for my younger siblings, and Steve has found something for his niece and nephew.

We’ve just returned to the sidewalk when suddenly, Steve pulls me into a store. “I bet they have something I’d like to see you in.”

I look around the lingerie shop, and I know he’s right. The salesclerk approaches. “What can I help you with?”

In broken French, Steve tells her to find something very naughty.

She smiles and takes me to the back room, where she demands I strip down. She measures me and returns a few moments later with a soft pink, lacy ensemble—without bra cups or a crotch in the panties.

“I think your boyfriend will really like this,” she says in French.

I laugh. “I think you’re right.”

When I walk out with my selections in hand, Steve’s face falls. “You didn’t model for me.”

I grin from ear to ear. He’s like a puppy who’s been refused table scraps. “I don’t think she wants to hear us having sex in the dressing room.”

Steve’s eyes grow large.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” the saleswoman says.

On the way to the register, Steve adds a few things to my items, and then he pays for it all.

As we leave, the salesclerk calls after us. “Have fun.”

I try to peek in the bag. “What did you add?”

“You’ll see.”

I shake my head.

We continue exploring the historic city, discovering hidden gems in its quaint alleyways and historic buildings. We have lunch in an incredible bistro that serves us a tasting menu of salmon cooked six ways—tartare, pan-fried, roasted, broiled, grilled, and pan seared—each with different rich sauces. We share a lovely bottle of Canadian white wine, and in the end, I’m stuffed. “I could have had an entire meal of any one of those salmon bites.”

Steve wipes his mouth with his napkin. “Agreed. Which was your favorite?”

“I don’t know. The tartare set the bar pretty high, but each time I was expecting the next thing not to be as good, it exceeded my expectations.”

“I think what really surprises me is that I’m not overloaded, just pleasantly full.”

I sit back in my chair. “That’s definitely a good thing.”

When the check comes, Steve pays our bill, despite my protests. He’s paid for everything this weekend, including the gifts I bought for my brother and sister.

“Let’s go back to the hotel room,” he says when we’ve finished. “I’d like to see you model your outfit.”

I blush. “Let’s go.”

When we get to our suite, Steve closes the door, pushes me up against the wall, and kisses the silly grin I’ve been wearing all afternoon off my face. He holds my hands over my head and spreads my knees wide. His kiss sears me and prepares me for how he’s going to fuck me.

“I want you now,” I beg. “Please.”

He steps back and pulls me toward the bathroom. “Nope. I want to see you model your new purchase. And how well you do will determine how many orgasms you get today.”

I pick up the bag, but he takes it from me. “No, there are some surprises for us later.” He places the small box with the lingerie in my hands, and as I turn to walk away, he swats me on the ass.

“I won’t be long,” I assure him.

“Good. Because that will help your orgasms too.”

I strip out of my blouse and pants and wriggle into the bustier. I lace it up, and despite the lack of cups, it hugs my breasts and keeps them sitting high. I’m not sure why I bother with the panties, since they’re crotchless, but I wear them anyway.

“Are you ready?” I call as I walk out .

Steve is standing with a pair of nipple clamps dangling from his finger. “Any objections?”

I shake my head. I can hardly wait.

“You look fucking gorgeous. Turn around.”

I quickly spin, my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Again, slower.”

I turn more slowly, and when my back is to him, he asks me to stop. “God, you have a beautiful ass. Climb up on that table on all fours and show it to me.”

When I do so, his hand slides up and down my seam. “You’re so wet. Does this turn you on?”

“Yes,” I moan as he grazes my clit.

“How do you feel about red handprints on that ass?”

I shiver.

“That’s what I thought.”

He comes around in front of me, and I can see his cock pushing hard against his zipper.

“Can I help you with that?” I ask.

Steve and I pull his pants and boxers down and off his body together. His dick bobs. He sits down on the edge of the bed and curls his finger at me.

I approach, pushing his knees apart and running my fingernails up his thighs to his hips. Then I run my tongue up the inside of his thigh. He shudders, and I smile.

I lick up the bead of pre-cum that seeps from his head and moan. “You taste better than lunch today.” I run my tongue up his fat shaft and back down again.

His prick pulses, and he growls. “Oh fuck!”

I smile my naughtiest smile and giggle at him, giving him a little more of what he wants by focusing my tongue around the tip of his dick.

I sense that Steve is on the verge of just taking over and fucking my mouth when I stop. “Do you want to come in my mouth, my pussy…” I sit back and play with my nipples. “Or maybe on my tits?”

“Put it back in your mouth,” he commands .

I suck hard at the tip and roll my head, swirling my tongue around him, each time taking him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, Eliza, that’s so good!” Steve moans when he reaches the back of my throat. “Fuck, you’re good at that!”

His hips begin to roll up and down with me. He reaches for my nipple and pinches it tight.

I close my legs. “I knew you’d like this.”

Still pivoting in and out of my mouth, he attaches the clamps. They feel magnificent, but my clit is desperate for friction. I moan again, sending vibrations through his shaft, and reach to strum my clit.

But Steve pulls on the chain connecting the clamps. “Don’t touch yourself.”

I suppress my whine of frustration. I know when he unleashes this orgasm, I’m going to explode.

He pulls out of my mouth with a big pop and leans back on the bed. “Climb on.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. He hands me a condom, and I roll it on before lining him up with my pussy and lowering myself.

We moan together as we join, looking deep into each other’s eyes.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” Steve tells me hoarsely.

It takes a few times rolling my hips to settle down on him completely.

Steve removes the clamps from my nipples, and they sting, but he’s quick to lick and suck them. He holds me by the hips, and I rock gently on his dick as we look deep into each other’s eyes. The sound of our breathing, the squelch of my pussy, and the creaking of the bed are the only sounds in the room.

I can feel a myriad emotions pass between us as we silently communicate. Steve slides his hands up my back and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. As our lips and tongues wrangle, I slowly increase the rocking of my hips, not bouncing up and down but rolling forward and back. I grind my clit on the base of his cock and my G-spot against his shaft.

I soon feel a climax building, deep within me. I have to break the kiss in order to breathe, and I rest my forehead on his. Our eyes meet and lock again. I lower my head to his shoulder and groan deep into his chest. My internal muscles pulse as the first wave of my orgasm crests.

I tighten and spasm as I climax, and Steve flexes his own muscles, making his cock twitch inside me. “Oh fuuuuuck…”

He holds me tight as my breathing slowly returns to normal.

“That was incredible,” he whispers.

It was exactly that, and as we lie in bed, our limbs intertwined, I realize this weekend has brought us even closer. I’ve never felt this way before, and I think I’m getting myself into a huge mess, even as I get closer to my goal.