They sit in a bar together, drinking. they barely know each other but it doesn't really matter.
I looks at him, dark eyes, brooding, he jaw is sharp and his cheek bones are smooth and high. I suck the dark amber liquor into her mouth through a black straw. My lips are painted in red, full, moving delicately in the patter of ambient chat. Pouting in anticipation. The evening is drawn out, nearing its climax, the air is heavy with anticipation.
He takes a long sip from him glass. Puts it down on the table. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. He taps them hard or the table to pack the tobacco down. Cracks the seal and picks up his jacket. He looks towards the door and then looks at me.
"Lets go".
We step outside into the cool dark air. He lifts the cigarette to his lips and lights it, smoke trails towards the sky. I look at his lips, pluck and draw, I think about kissing him. I link my arm into his and he walks us towards his hotel.
The lights in the foyer are surgically bright. Sterile. We swiftly move into the lift. He slides his hand down the small of my back and over the curve of my bottom. He grips tightly. I hear him exhale a long breath as his hand settles into my flesh.
The pulse quickens. The lift door opens. He lets go of me and begins to pad down the corridor. It's dark . The walls are painted the same as my lips. He picks a door and opens it. Steps back and ushers me into his room.
I step inside. The lamps offer a soft glow. The bed is sumptuous, freshly made, the curtains are draped and heavy and smack, my head hits the wall. I am about to cry an explicative and hi hand grips her throat. A slight squeeze, such delicate skin, he pushes his lips against me.
The kiss is deep, heavy, long awaited. I let out a soft and eager moan. I can feel him hard against me. His tongue slides between my lips and intertwines.
"You're going to do what I want."
His hand threads into my scrubby hair.
"Do you understand me? You're going to do whatever I fucking want. and Im going to do what I want with you. With you're desperate body. You're going to be my slut. Aren't you, slut?"
This game is familiar. Toxic. Desired. I can feel the pulse between my legs quicken, the blood start to drain from my brain to her groin. I just purr at him. Yes please.
His hands begin to claw at my clothes, grip, unbutton, pull, remove, a skirt, a top, down to every last bit of cotton and lace. I am naked in front of him, he is fully clothed. Bare. Self conscious, vulnerable.
He steps back, sits on the edge of the bed and looks me up and down. I can't read his face. He slides one of his feet towards me and fixes my gaze. I try to work it out.
Oh....
I drops to my knees and begin to unlace his shoes. Brown, brogues, the smell like leather polish. I remove his shoes and his socks for him. I stroke my hands over his feet. She skin is soft and hot. Above my head there is that familiar clink of metal on metal. He unfastens his belt. Slides down his zip. That noise is erotic, a evocation of past moments. I can feel wetness between my thighs. Fuck. Please.
I see him remove his tie, just above the line of my lashes, he unbuttons his collar. He stands in front of me, slides down his slacks. His cock is hard, inches from my mouth. I swallow hard and look up at him, waiting for permission, instruction, a command, anything.
He runs his hand along his shaft, a tender glassy bead of fluid covers the tip. I look at him pleading in silence... Please just let me, please, anything, please.
He draws his hand back and strokes it forward again. He moans softly and thread his other hand into my fringe, lifting it from over my forehead and uses it to tilt my head back.
"Do you want my cock, you hungry little slut?. Do you want to taste me? You've wanted to all evening. I can tell. Keep you mouth closed".
He rests the tip of his cock against my slightly parted lips. I can taste the sweetness of his precum on the tip of her tongue. I can smell him, thick, masculine odour, sex, fresh sweat, clean cotton. It's intoxicating. I am wet and desperate and would give anything to have him in my mouth right now.
"Please" my voice cracks.
"Please what, slut?"
"Please can I suck you?"
......to be continued on request x
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