3. Nicholas

Her long blonde hair is a messy halo from her running her fingers through her locks. It only adds to the sex kitten look she has going on. I love that she did it for me, even more that she’s not ashamed to admit it out loud.

If only I wasn’t afraid of losing this, these moments of inhibition with this captivating woman, I’d tell her right now what’s happening. I’d tell her everything’s changed and lay it out for her to accept or to walk away.

“Your room?” she asks, her eyes half lidded as she bites down into her bottom lip.

“Damn right,” I answer her beneath my breath, leaving cash on the bar and then helping her off her stool. Her small hand slips into mine and I lead her towards the elevators, listening to click of her heels and loving how she holds on to our clasped hands with her other, her shoulder brushing against mine as we walk, as if she needs to touch me, needs to have her body close to mine.

I get it. I more than get it. I love it. Which is why I’m not ready for change, but something had to give. I live for these moments with her, after tonight, it’ll never be the same again.

“You smell like man,” Olivia hums when the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

“Is that right?” I question, hitting the button for my floor and waiting for the doors to close as my cock hardens to an unbearable degree.

There’s a hair of an opening, before they shut completely, and I lift her hands above her head, gripping her wrists and pushing her small body against the elevator wall with mine. It’s quick, it’s instinctual. A simmering want and desire rushes through me, when she gasps and I catch it, sealing my mouth over hers with a kiss.

“Nick,” she moans in my mouth and I love it. She rocks her body against my length and my response is a deep groan of need that vibrates through my chest.

Nipping her bottom lip, I release her the second I feel the elevator slow. I only have a moment to adjust my cock in my pants and stare down at her breathless, sagging against the wall.

“Two more minutes,” I tell her, hoping to ease the ache so obvious on her face. With my hand out, she takes it, righting herself and the doors open. No one’s here to watch us, no one in the hall, but still, we’re professional. Her clients could be on this floor after all, and she prefers discretion, apart from a kiss here and there.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve slipped a key card into the door with Olivia behind me, caressing my arm and waiting patiently for the soft beep and gentle click of the door being opened. It’s a heady rush each and every time. The anticipation, the desire that flows freely between us. From the first time, a drunken night with a goodnight kiss turned into more, to two weeks ago, it only gets better with Olivia.

She leaves me wanting more.

Pushing the door open, I motion for her to enter first, and whether she’s tipsy from the wine or drunk on lust, Olivia slides past me, making sure her curves brush against me as she does.

Her hips sway and the simmer in my blood only gets hotter.

The door closes with a resounding click and I don’t have to command her, she turns at the foot of the bed, facing me as she unzips her dress and lets it fall from the curve of her shoulders down to a puddle of fine fabric at her feet. She makes a move to take her heels off next and I stop her.

“No,” I order, “keep them on tonight.” My voice is deep and I let her hear every ounce of need I have for her. Her lips part just slightly, her breasts rising with the quick inhale in the quiet room, and I swear my cock leaks precum at the sight of her, turned on by the simple fact that I’ll fuck her tonight in those sex kitten heels.

I could imagine her lying on the bed behind her, her legs in the air as I pound into her, then the slim heels dragging down my back as she screams my name. I could, but I don’t, because her hazel eyes entrance me, reflecting the same concoction of need and want in the moonlit room. The thick curtains are open, but the sheer ones are closed, giving a breathtaking view.

The mountain range behind her, the bright moon that filters into the room against the plush white comforter. And in front of it all, a beautiful woman who wants me as badly as I want her, slowly but surely, unstrapping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.

With her fingers moving to her hips, I motion for her to stop and finally move, closing the distance between us in three long strides. Every step closer, the collar around my neck feels tighter, suffocating me for still being dressed.

She tilts her head for me to kiss her, but I don’t. Her eyes are closed and it takes a moment before she opens them, staring up at me as I tower over her naked form, all but heels and thin satin panties. “Hands at your sides,” I tell her and she listens. She loves the submission as much as I love the domination. She knows it all now, every command, every wish I have. “Fucking perfect,” I mutter beneath my breath, letting her see my gaze roam down her body.

Trailing my thumb down her bottom lip, I let it fall to her collarbone, then lower, teasing her breasts one at a time. It’s the only touch I give her for now. Her soft moan fills the room and her eyes close as her head falls back, lost in pleasure.

I take my time, still fully clothed, dragging my touch down her body to rid her of the red thong. She only touches me when I bend down, her hand on my shoulder, to step out of the underwear.

Tossing it carelessly beside us, I keep my gaze on her, and plant a kiss just beneath her navel, then lower, dragging the tip of my nose down further until I’m right where I want to be, my lips at her clit. I suckle gently and her fingertips brush my shoulders, but she’s quick to correct herself.

“Nick,” my name is a mix of a pant and a moan on her lips. I taste her, parting her lips and dipping two thick fingers inside her. She’s already wet, already whimpering. I stroke her, curling my fingers to be sure to hit the sweet spot at her front wall.

“Please,” she begs with true desperation as she sways, without anything to keep her steady but the heels she chose to wear tonight. Her arousal coats my fingers as I stroke more ruthlessly, pulling her pleasure from her. Her smell, her soft sounds and even the heat of her body being so close is addictive. She’s a drug and I’ve been addicted for as long as I can remember.

I can barely take it, crouched down in front of her, hard with my own need and desperate to be inside her. Quickening my movements, I suck on her clit and the instant gasp is followed by her nails digging into my shoulders as she clenches around my fingers and screams out my name.

I withdraw in an instant, all too aware that she’s already gone over the edge, finding her orgasm.

Smack! My hand lands hard on her ass in reprimand and she can’t even jump, her balance is so disturbed from her pleasure that she falls into me. “Bad girl,” I growl at her ear as I lift her by her ass, throwing her onto the bed behind her.

I don’t waste the moment undressing. In an instant I’m between her legs, still clothed and nipping her neck. My right hand travels up her body, my left unzips my pants and pulls out my cock. I stroke it once, before slamming into her.

She screams out, her neck arching, her mouth the perfect “o” and I stay just like that, buried to the hilt for only a moment. Just one to let her adjust. That’s when I finally kiss her, my tongue delving into her hot mouth and silencing her strangled screams of pleasure as I ravage her.

Pistoning my hips, gripping her own to keep her where I want her. Her heels thud as they hit the floor, one by one, unable to stay on as I fuck her ruthlessly.

She’s so tight, so hot and so close to coming again already. Her second release is what pushes me to have mine.

I groan her name in the crook of her neck, feeling the warm air of her moans on my cheek as she cums with me. Pulsing around me as the waves of my own release pulse through me.

Both of us breathless, both of us sated, I slip out slowly watching her wince as I do. She rolls on her side, breathing heavily with her eyes closed.

I pull the covers around her before heading to the bathroom, finally stripping down and gathering a warm washcloth to take care of her.

It’s silent until I climb in bed with her, everything taken care of so she can fall asleep. “Sleep well,” I tell her, knowing she’ll stay with me tonight

She doesn’t though and I’m certain I can’t either.

This could be our last time together.There’s no way I could possibly sleep. Her fingers trail along the grooves in my chest, and when she brings them up higher I lean down to kiss her hand.

She hums in satisfaction, but she still doesn’t sleep. I could bore her to sleep, talking about the merger that just went through and how the company is sky rocketing, the stocks booming. She’d listen to it all, with the same expression she gives me now, as if I’m her beloved Prince Charming.

“I don’t want to sleep,” she finally breaks the silence.

“What do you want for Christmas, Olivia?” I ask her, running my thumb down the curve of her neck and feeling the pull of my lips into a smirk when she shivers.

Naked and tired, Olivia stretches lazily and then sidles up closer to me under the sheets, “More of this,” she answers and I have to keep my expression the same, unmoving, so she doesn’t see the loss I feel deep inside. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t want to risk her seeing.

“Nothing else?” I question, knowing she isn’t going to get more of these meet ups. Not for a while at least with all of the changes coming.

Slowly peeking up at me, her hazel eyes a mix of wildfire and calming ocean shores, “Fine, all I want is a kiss.” Her voice is soft and her hand on my chest even softer. Leaning down to kiss her, I let the kiss linger, waiting for her to hum in approval. She does and I knew she would. I love that sound. I love how easily she kisses me.

“I hate that I have to leave you tomorrow,” she says it so easily, so used to it. She’s alright with what we have. She would be fine with this for as long as I let it happen.

“Hopefully I’ll see you soon,” I answer her and her eyes open, staring at my chest rather than meeting my gaze.

“Do you know when that will be?” she questions.

I hate that I have to answer her the way I do, “No,” I tell her.

I bet she thinks she’s gotten away with hiding her disappointment, but I see it. “That’s alright,” she tells me, even though I know she feels that same ache in her chest I do at the thought of not having another night like this planned. She can’t say goodbye so easily.

Her pointer traces my collarbone when she whispers what we’ve told each other every time for years now, “It’s never goodbye. Only until next time.”