“I'd love to talk to you here, but the matter that we'll be discussing is a little sensitive. I'd prefer to discuss it in private.”
I giggled. “I assume you mean in your hotel room.”
“I see we're on the same page.”
I shifted in my seat a little bit, his deep voice already getting me going. “I could show you some of the sights first, show you some of my favorite spots.”
He sighed and backed up. He crossed back over to his side of the table and picked up his coffee. “I'm afraid that's not possible. I have a social engagement this evening in Los Angeles. My plane leaves at 2 o'clock.”
“Do you need a date?” I asked with a laugh.
He pulled his sunglasses down and gave me a glare. “I don't think that it would be wise to have my stepsister on my arm for this. Besides, I already have a date.” I felt my stomach sink. “Relax, she's older than Mom. She's the mother of one of my business contacts in Silicon Valley.”
I laughed. “I don't know, maybe having a cougar is one of your fantasies.”
He held out his hand. “Maybe one day I'll tell you my fantasies.” I felt a shiver run through my body as I grabbed his hand and let him help me to my feet. “But for re
al, they're from a real blue collar family and this will make her night. Besides, I made this date weeks ago, and it would be rude to break it now.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just like it would have been rude to leave Nicole hanging when she wanted to dance, right?”
“See, now you're getting it!”
Chapter 22
The taxi ride over was spent with him on his phone, tapping away furiously. I felt somewhat ignored, but then again, maybe he didn't want the taxi driver to realize anything was going on between us. Not that it would have mattered to the taxi driver.
We got to his hotel, a beautiful older high rise right in Manhattan. I knew that it probably cost him a fortune to stay here, but that he could afford it. The doorman let us in without a word, and we went straight to the elevator. James was staying in one of the top floors in the building. As the elevator climbed, he pressed his hand into mine. I could practically feel his heart beating faster as we got closer and closer to his room.
When we got to his floor, he pulled me down the hall. At his door, he opened it quickly and pushed me inside. Before I even got a look at the room, he closed the door and pressed me up against it, lifting my chin and kissing me deeply. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't what I had been expecting.
“James!” I cried out as I broke the kiss. “Didn't you want to talk?”
His kisses went to my neck, immediately making me weak in the knees. Before I could push him off again, he raised his lips to my ear. “I have thought about nothing but your body for the past three days. Last night was torture for me. I won't be able to think until I have release.”
His deep voice resonated all the way to my core. I thought about his release, and it was all I could do to make an “mmm hmm” sound as I kissed him back. He practically growled as he unzipped my jacket, pulling it down off my arms. As soon as my arms were free, I went for his slacks, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. They were already caught on his cock, hard and practically throbbing in his underwear.
My t-shirt was gone in an instant, and in one deft movement, he had my bra off and on the floor. He moved in, kissing down my neck to my tits. I moaned softly as he tongued one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth. As he kept moving down, I felt a little weak in the knees as he kissed my belly. In a moment, he was sliding my jeans down off my ass, kissing me on top of my panties.
I stepped out of my pants and he kissed his way back up, unbuttoning his own shirt as he went. The last button seemed to be giving him some trouble, and in frustration he tore his shirt open. I heard the single button skitter across the floor.
“Aren't those kind of expensive?” I asked breathlessly. The rate he went through shirts would make Clark Kent jealous.
“It's just one button, I'll get it sewn back on,” he said as he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. He had nothing but his boxers on, and I had nothing but my panties on. I reached in through the front entrance to his underwear and grabbed his cock. It was harder than I had ever felt before, straining against the fabric.
I pulled it out as we kissed, jerking it off a little bit as I did so. He thrust at me, rubbing the head of his cock against my panties. I wanted him inside me so badly. I looked down at it rubbing against me. He was pressing against my opening through my panties, and a perfect camel-toe was being formed. I could see a damp spot where either he or I was already starting to leak fluids.
I sank to my knees and took him inside of my mouth without a single thought. He began to work his hips, thrusting that huge cock deeper down my throat. I relaxed, letting him use my mouth, use my body. I looked up at him, hoping he'd be looking down at me. Even better, he had his arm braced against the wall, his eyes closed and his face a picture of pure ecstasy. I kept sucking even harder.
Suddenly, his fingers were in my hair. He pulled me to my feet. There was pain, but also pleasure, and for a moment I could see what Nicole found so alluring about it. He brought me in for another kiss, his cock pressing into my panties at the same place. His fingers ran along the inside of my panties, and for a moment I thought he was going to start fingering me. I wanted it. However, in a moment I felt him break the kiss and pull with his fingers, tearing a hole in my panties and ruining them.
His loss of control was scary but, at the same time, exciting. I wanted him to lose all his control sexually and give me everything he had. I just dove right back in for another kiss. When he lifted my leg in his hand, I didn't try to fight it at all. His wet cock pressed against my pussy, searching for a way in. Every fiber in my body ached for him to fill me. I couldn't breath I needed it so badly. I angled my body to give it the least resistance, and practically screamed as he slid all the way into me.
My shocked squeak didn't slow him down at all. Immediately, he began to piston within me, spreading me open further and further. I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and the other went to his shoulder for balance. He pounded into me without stopping.
I felt the leg that I was balancing on begin to shake. I moved to put my other foot back on the floor, but instead he just put his hands on my ass and lifted me up, pressing me into the wall. I had both my hands behind his neck now, letting him drive me into the wall with all his strength. I threw my head back and began to moan as loud as I could. I needed some way to release the tension building inside of me. I wondered if anyone in the hall could hear me and what they would think if they knew what was going on.
He moved my feet back to the floor and pulled out of me. I teetered on my feet, but without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed my arm and whirled me around. His strong hands then lifted mine up above my head and pressed them against the door. I was pinned and at his mercy. He then moved his hands to what was left of my panties. He pulled them down so that they were around my knees, but left them there.