“Do you really have to go tomorrow?” Ricky curled his arms around my waist as I stood at the sink. “You were away last week on business, and the week before.”
“I’m sorry.” I stared at our reflection in the darkened window as I scrubbed a pan. His head was beside mine, flopping hair falling forward as he nuzzled my neck. “I don’t want to go, but…” I sighed.
“But it’s a big deal and you’ve nearly closed it, I get it.”
“I know you do, and I’m grateful. Perhaps when I get the promotion it won’t be so crazy, I won’t have to go away so often.”
“Fingers crossed huh.”
I tipped my head and closed my eyes. His bare chest was hot on my back, his body strong and solid, a brick wall. Ricky was my rock, always had been, since the first moment I’d seen him four years ago on the opposite side of a tennis court.
He’d booked to have a match with a friend, so had I. Fate had played her cards. Destiny had worked her magic. Neither of our friends had shown up—worse than usual London traffic—so we’d banged out a few games on the court, then banged out a few more aces back at his apartment afterwards.
Despite rolling into bed quickly our connection was more than physical, we weren’t just another couple fucking. Not that I didn’t appreciate his boyish good looks, his athletic body, flawless skin, and gorgeous scent, I really did. But his gentle, caring nature, mixed with raw passion gave me a heady sense of femininity and the warmth of being needed and desired.
I loved him.
I always would.
“Leave that pan,” he said, cupping my breasts. “I have other plans.”
I smiled and pressed my butt against his groin. There was an interesting hard wedge of flesh there.
“And what other plans would they be?” I asked, dropping the pan to the base of the sink, my brain already hot-wired to romantic sex.
“Ah…” He tweaked my nipples through my blouse and bra. “It would be boring to tell you, how about I show you instead?”
“Give me a hint.” My breasts grew a little heavy, lust wending its way through my veins and over my flesh.
“It involves you on your back, naked, legs spread.” He paused. “Me between your thighs, tasting you, licking your pussy, making you come.”
“Mmm…”
“And then, when you’ve come once, you’re going to do it all over again, but on my cock this time. I’m going to flip you over, take you from behind. You’d love that, you’d be gasping for more within seconds.”
“Yes.” I moaned softly. Ricky always got it just right when he fucked me from behind. His big cock hit a place inside me that no one else had ever stimulated. Another reason he was the one for me.
“Come on, Alyssa, let’s not waste another—”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Damn,” Ricky muttered, suddenly releasing me and stepping away.
Disappointment coiled around me like a shroud.
I hate that noise.
He strolled to the table and picked up his phone, stared at the screen. His gaze connected with mine.
“It’s okay,” I said, even though my heart was sinking. “I understand too.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” He shoved his hand down the front of his trousers and appeared to adjust himself. “I promise.”
“It seems you’re the one who’s the most uncomfortable.” I nodded at his groin.
He grimaced. “Yeah, I think so.” He grabbed his navy blue shirt with Genco embroidered on the arm and pulled it on. “But I might get lucky, could be a false alarm and I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Since when did the emergency operating theatre ever call you in on a false alarm?” I dried my hands on a tea towel. “Something must be wrong, really wrong, and they need their head medical engineer to fix it.”
He finished doing up his buttons and then stepped close. The kiss he pressed to my lips was quick and hard telling me how sorry he was.
“Go,” I said, pushing at his chest. “Someone’s life may depend on it.”
“I’ll see you when you get back, right.”
“Of course.” I reached for his keys and tossed them through the air.
He caught them in a downward snatch. “And if you have to relieve yourself, say my name, right.”
I giggled. “Always.”
The train ride north went quickly. I spent the whole time on the laptop catching up with emails and going through contracts. If I could get Rawlings to agree to us being their number one marketing agency, it would mean big bucks going forward, and hopefully my over-due promotion. It wasn’t the money that was important to me, it was the fact I wanted a more office-based job, in London, home, and be there whenever Ricky wasn’t on shift or rushing off on call. The two of us having crazy hectic schedules was getting old. I couldn’t remember when we’d last had a holiday together, or even a city break.
Five hours later the meeting was dragging on. I’d given a presentation and then taken the clients out to lunch. Now we were back at Rawlings head office and I was sipping a coffee as they talked to their superior behind a closed door.
As usual, Ricky was never far from my mind. I wondered how his call-out had gone the night before. If it had been as critical as I’d imagined. I wondered how long it had taken for his hard-on to go, and if he’d sorted himself out when he’d gotten home in the morning to an empty bed.
I squirmed on the seat. My desire had simmered all day and now it was coming to the surface. I’d have to find relief tonight. Perhaps we could Facetime, that was always fun, not as good as the real thing, but it scratched an itch.
“Alyssa.” I looked up, my cheeks flushing at where my thoughts had been going.
“Yes.” I stood and faced Frank Simmons, head of marketing.
“I’m afraid we still need to hash through a couple of clauses with the lawyers,” he said.
I nodded, expecting as much.
“So can you come back in tomorrow?”
“Of course, Frank. I was anticipating it taking a couple of days, it’s a big commitment, but I can assure you we’re up for the job. It’s a win-win for you.”
He smiled and held out his hand. “Thanks for understanding.”
“No problem.”
I scooped up my bag and headed out of the lofty steel and glass building. The streets were busy, the air warm and laden with the scents of coffee, petrol and perfume. A police car went past, siren blaring. Pedestrians stopped to stare.
I crossed the road toward my hotel. If Rawlings had made a quick decision I could have headed back to London tonight, but of course that was never going to happen.
The View Hotel was a tall brick building with large windows and a grand pillared entrance. Ricky would have liked it. The architecture was a mixture of old and new, just his thing.
As I checked in a pang of disappointment curled in my belly. If only he was here. I longed to feel his lips on mine, his arms around me, our bodies connecting. What was the point of staying in a swish hotel when I was alone?
“Have a nice stay, Miss Nelson.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at the receptionist and took the key.
“Top floor,” she said. “Bridal Suite.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really, I didn’t book a bridal suite.” And my boss wouldn’t be happy when he looked at my expense bill.
“There was a problem with the water in your allocated room.” She shrugged, her eyes twinkling. “So the suite is yours. Enjoy.”
“Oh, okay.” I tried to look pleased, but it was just another reason to miss Ricky.
The Bridal Suite. Even more of a reason to bemoan the fact that I was alone.
But wow it was plush. What a treat. As I closed the door the view stunned me. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city rooftops, the azure-blue sky and a flock of pigeons swooping past.
I kicked off my ankle boots, and as I walked on the soft carpet, I released the zipper on my smart trousers and let them fall over my hips and past my knees. I kicked them away, glad to be rid of the constraining material.
Out of habit I reached behind myself and undid my bra, tugged it from the sleeve of my white blouse in the way that always fascinated Ricky.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
My heart rate tripled, my throat tightened. Gasping,I turned to the far end of the living area. “Ricky!”
He was lounging on a sofa, his right ankle crossed over his left knee and his arms stretched wide on the back of the seat. A grin stretched over his face and his eyes sparkled.
“What the hell?” I was aware of my jaw hanging open but could do nothing about it.
Am I seeing things?
“That’s exactly what I thought, what the hell.” He stood and ran his fingers over his braces, as if checking they were straight.
I loved him in braces, he knew that.
“So,” he said, “I jumped on a train, upgraded your room and here I am.”
“But…what about work?” I let the bra fall from my hands. It landed with a soft whoosh onto the carpet.
“I had a day in lieu, thought I’d make good use of it by spending time with my beautiful girlfriend.”
As shock turned into pure joy I smiled. “You’ve just made my day, no scrap that, you’ve just made my week…month.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
I was in his arms, my bare legs pressing against his trousers, my nipples beading against my blouse. His kiss weakened my knees, and all the desire of the night before came rushing back, hot and vital, it filled my blood, my senses and my thoughts.
“It’s a nice room,” he murmured. “With a great view.”
I stared into his eyes, still hardly believing he was there. “Yes. It is.”
He chuckled. “You haven’t even looked, cost a packet to upgrade.”
“I’m looking.” I continued to stare into his eyes.
“No you’re not.” A swift slap landed on my right ass cheek.
“Ouch!” I clutched his shirt. “Okay, okay, I’ll look.”
I stepped up to the huge window and glanced out. “I like it.”
But I like you more.
I nibbled on my bottom lip as he stood close, his hand on my belly.
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s different to what we’re used to in London.”
My smile spread, enough talk of the view. I reached for him, drawing him into another kiss. He teased me for a moment, holding back, but then he gave in and it was clear he was as keen as I was to pick up from where we’d left off the night before.
I held his face, stroking his soft cheek, not wanting to close my eyes in case he disappeared and I’d been daydreaming.
Ricky really is here.
His kisses were deep and passionate, his tongue tangling with mine.
My desire was stoked quickly and I undid my blouse, glad that I’d already started undressing. My breaths were coming in fast sharp pants, his touches making me tingle with need.
“Mmm…” I moaned, when he cupped by breasts, squeezing, holding me.
I reached for the button on his trousers, undid it.
He didn’t stop kissing me, it was as if he were starving, starving for me but didn’t know where to start feasting.
And then I couldn’t resist, and I twanged his braces, remembering a time when he’d used them to tie my wrists to the headboard. A giggle escaped my lips but he caught it in another kiss.
He didn’t share my laugh, he was deadly serious in exploring my body.
I released a long groan and gave into him.
And then I was facing the window, pressed up against it. He’d flipped me around, instantly palming my buttocks then slipping between my legs and searching for my dampness.
“Ricky,” I gasped, spreading my legs then going up onto my toes, dancing, when he fingered me over my knickers, rubbing, caressing, giving me the very start of what I needed.
I splayed my fingers on the glass, arched my back and sought his kisses even in this twisted position.
“That feels so good,” I gasped.
He upped his attentions and I cried out. It was clear he wasn’t going to hang around. We needed to get down and dirty, fast. We’d waited too long for this.
I shrugged off my blouse, went to turn to finish what I’d started with his trousers but he shoved me back to face the window. He dragged at my knickers, then drove his fingers into my pussy. “How does it feel?”
A long groan gurgled up from my throat. “Really good.”
He worked me so well, so deep, I thought I might come right there, against the window. I rocked onto him, back arched, not bothering to hold in my moans of delight.
And then his cock was out. It seemed he was going to make good on his promise and take me from behind.
I wasn’t complaining.
I wanted to watch his face as he entered me, see his pleasure as he drove into my snug channel, but the sensation of his big cock ramming deep had me screwing up my eyes and crying out.
He gripped my hips and pounded deep.
“I want to come,” I gasped.
He didn’t answer, but the drive of his thrusts assured me it wouldn’t be long.
Without pausing he released his braces and dropped his trousers. He was fucking me hard and fast, with steely determination. The glass was cool on my flattened nipples. It occurred to me the glass wasn’t that one-way stuff, if anyone was looking, they’d see us.
I didn’t care.
Not one bit.
And then he slowed. I made the most of the moment and turned. He slipped from my pussy and I grasped his hot hard cock that was damp with my arousal. As I worked him fast, the way he had me, he caught my mouth in a kiss, holding my face, letting me know I was the only woman for him.
And I’ll make sure he never wants anyone else.
Ricky discarded his shirt and I sank to my knees, taking in the sight of his flat belly and acres of smooth skin.
I love him so much.
His cock was so familiar, everything I ever wanted. And I took him into my mouth, fucking him with the tight circle of my lips. He tasted a little salty, and a lot hot.
I adored the way he always played with my hair when I sucked him off, and I stared up at him, circling the end of his cock with the tip of my tongue. My pussy was quivering, my orgasm still hovering, but I wanted him to get pleasure, so much pleasure. Ricky was my world.
I sped up, giving it my all, eyes closed, concentrating. Taking him as deep as I could.
A slick of pre-cum coated my tongue.
He tensed, his breaths were ragged, his expression slack.
Suddenly his control seemed to slip. He dragged me up to my feet and backed me against the window. I was no match for his big strong body and rigid determination.
Next thing I knew I was pressed against the cool glass and being hoisted higher, his cock angling toward my pussy.
I trembled in anticipation of him penetrating me. And when he did, my entire body clenched as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I still had my socks on. I didn’t care.
We kissed but our lips didn’t seem to be under our control. Sensation was all that existed, our bodies joining.
He pounded into me, the way he had before, with gusto. His hips lifting me higher, higher still.
“Ricky,” I gasped.
He didn’t answer, just fucked me with more urgency, as if my panting breaths and groans were fuelling his fervour.
I was getting ready to come. He was gripping my ass and grinding over my clit perfectly.
Perhaps someone could see my ass squashed against the window. If they could, I hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as I was.
But then the window was gone. Ricky had sat, bringing me with him, his cock not dislodging.
I took advantage of being on top, rode him fast and hard, keeping up the stimulation on my clit. I was so wet, my entire body tingling. The need to release was clutching me. The urgency to give in to bliss was all-consuming.
His breaths were hot and heavy. He gripped me around the waist, driving me onwards.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make come,” I gasped. My breaths were fractured. I was sucking in ribbons of air when I could. “Oh God.”
“Come,” he said, “Come for me.”
I surrendered to my climax. Letting my cries of ecstasy echo around the Bridal Suite. On and on my orgasm washed through me, every nerve twitching in bliss and my pussy clamping around his hard cock. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” I pressed my cheek against his hair, holding him close. “Oh God.”
As my climax waned I realised Ricky hadn’t come. “You made me come so hard.”
He smiled and kissed me. “Good.”
“And now…how about you.”
I climbed off him, dropping to my knees between his legs. I loved making Ricky come this way. He loved it too.
This time I didn’t tease him with my mouth. I set up a fast hand job, his glans hovering on the tip of my tongue.
He locked his arms behind himself, bliss crossing his features. His belly rose and fell with his fast but shallow breaths. “Baby, oh…”
He was close, I could tell. Ricky wasn’t a screamer like me, he held his vocal pleasure in, which just made it more of a challenge for me to get him to cry out.
And then, with the steely control of a man who worked expertly under pressure, and with a few deep belly-filling breaths, he came. His pleasure spread on my lips, my tongue, and over my cheek.
He stroked my hair as another rope of pearly liquid leaked from his cocktip.
I let the mess stay on my face, staring into his eyes as he watched me lick his slit.
After a moment he pulled me up and kissed my forehead before wrapping me in his arms. “Damn it was worth the trip up North,” he said, his voice tight. “But you do realise, Alyssa, that was just the first course. We’ve got all night and a lot more delicious deeds to get through before we’re finished with this little city break.”
The End
