Chapter 20
We pulled up as he let the valet park his Range Rover. He walked up to the desk and gave them his last name. I watched the girls behind the counter giggle and eye him. He must have seen it to because he flashed them his flirty smile. I rolled my eyes.
The bellhop took our suitcases and led us in the elevator. “Welcome to the Ritz Carlton Mr. and Mrs. Black.”
I looked over at Connor as he began to speak, “Oh we’re not…” I cut him off.
“Thank you so much, what my husband is trying to say is that we will not be staying long.” Connor gave me a perplexed look.
The elevator took us to the Presidential Suite. The door opened, and I glanced over at Connor, “The presidential suite, really, for one night?”
“I will have nothing but the best room for my beautiful wife. Isn’t my wife beautiful?” Connor asked the bellhop with a wide grin.
“Yes sir, she’s very beautiful.” I glared at Connor and then smiled at the bellhop.
“Darling husband, make sure you tip this nice young man well.”
He pulled out a wad of money from his pocket and started thumbing through the bills. I walked over to him and grabbed a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the bellhop. “Do you have a wife or girlfriend?” I asked.
“Yes I do, thank you ma’am.”
“Go buy her something beautiful, perhaps a nice necklace.” Connor looked at me and clenched his jaw.
“Thank you ma’am, sir, thank you,” he said excitedly as he walked out shutting the door behind him.
“Really, a hundred-dollar tip?”
“Well, it’s what you tipped the cab driver.”
“Cab driver, what are you talking about?”
“The night I brought you home, I had to pay the driver, and I didn’t have enough money, so I went in your wallet and gave him a hundred; that was before you told you were going to f*ck me really hard.”
His jaw dropped, “I said that to you?”
I smiled, “Yeah, but you were drunk, so I forgave.”
He started walking towards me, “A hundred dollars” he kept saying as he was smiling with a playful look in his eyes.
“Connor, relax, it’s only money, and you said yourself you have plenty of it.”
He was heading straight for me. I screamed and ran behind a chair; he started to chase me around the suite saying over and over, “A hundred dollars.”
He caught me as I ran into the bedroom and he threw me on the bed. He straddled me and pinned my arms over my head. We were both out of breath as he looked down at me staring into my eyes. I stopped fighting him and held his gaze; my heart was racing, and my skin was on fire. My body ached for him, and my lips begged him to kiss me. He held my wrists and lowered his head till his lips lightly brushed against mine. He looked at me again and let go of my wrists. He softly stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and stared into my eyes as I moved my hands through his hair. He swallowed hard as I could hear the rapid beating of his heart; he felt the same way as I did. He stared at me as if he was searching my soul; then his lips touched mine as we kissed, and he fell into me as our tongues met for the first time. This was our first kiss, and it was filled with such passion and emotion. He was gentle and not forceful. He took his time exploring my mouth in such a way that made me feel loved. He abruptly broke our kiss and pulled back, getting off me and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry Elle, I can’t.”
He can’t? He basically rapes my mouth and now he sits there and says he can’t? A wave of hurt and rejection overtook my body.
“Why not Connor, because I’m not one of your whores?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
He got up and wouldn’t look at me. “You’re not a whore, and I just can’t Elle.”
I sat up and pleaded with him. “Please just tell me what’s wrong and why you don’t want me?”
“I do want you Ellery that’s the problem; I want you too f*cking much.”
“How is that a problem?” I yelled.
He turned and looked at me with rage in his eyes. “You don’t want to know the real me. I’m not a good person; I use women for sex. I can’t have real relationships; I don’t want to.”
“We don’t have to have a relationship; we can just be friends with benefit.”
Yep, there it was, the thing I hated the most I just yelled to the man I was falling in love with. He stood there and ran his hands through his hair. I stepped closer to him, “Connor, please, I need you.” A single tear fell from my eye.
“Don’t Elle, don’t do this to me, to us; I can’t sleep with you.”
Anger and rage grew inside me. He wouldn’t give me a straight answer or explanation, so I did what I do best.
“F*ck you Connor Black, just f*ck you.” I turned and walked out of the room, grabbed my purse and headed towards the door. Connor followed after me.
“Don’t you dare walk out that door Ellery,” he yelled.
I put my hand on the knob and held it there for a second as I took in a deep breath. I started to open the door when Connor came up from behind me and slammed it shut. He turned me around and pushed me against the door.
“I f*ck women for the pleasure that’s it, there’s no emotion for me when I f*ck them; there never has been.” More tears fell from my cheeks.
“I seduce them, use them, f*ck them and leave them. Is that what you want? Is that how you want me to treat you?” he screamed at me. “You are different Ellery, and you scare me. You make me feel things I never have before. You’re all I think about day and night. I feel empty inside when you’re not around. Don’t you understand? It isn’t supposed to be this way, and if I sleep with you this will all be ruined.”
“What happened to you to make you this way?” I whispered.
He looked away from me as he still had my body pinned against the door.
“I had a girlfriend when I was eighteen. She started to become obsessive and wanted to spend every waking minute with me. It became too much to try to keep her happy and I felt like I was suffocating, so I broke up with her.” He paused and looked up at me as his eyes started to fill with tears.
“She committed suicide 2 days later. She left a note explaining if she couldn’t have me then she didn’t want to live and told everyone to blame me for her suicide.” He took my wrists and turned them up.
“You see, this is why I feel sad when I see these on you. It’s a reminder of what I did, and how I killed her.” I gasped at his words as I broke his grip and cupped his face in my hands.
“You did nothing wrong, it wasn’t your fault she killed herself. It was her weakness and inability to cope; you cannot blame yourself.”
“I swore after that I would never fall in love or get emotionally involved with another woman, but with you it’s too late, I’m already emotionally attached and I’m doing everything I can to stop myself, but I can’t.” He turned away, his breathing rapid.
I went to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m emotionally attached, and everything inside me said to stay away, but I see a side of you I don’t think you let other people see; a sweet and tender caring man who would give his world for someone he cares about.”
He turned around and looked at me. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, kissing me passionately and warmly. Our tongues danced with each other as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. My heart was racing with his, and my body was aching for his touch. He sat me gently on the bed as he lifted up my shirt and gently took it off. He tore the shirt off his back and unbuttoned his pants, never taking his eyes off me. I stood up and took off my jeans and threw them on the floor. I laid down on the bed in just my bra and panties as he examined my half-naked body.
“You are so f*cking beautiful,” he whispered as he ran his hand up and down my stomach. He climbed on top of me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips met mine for a brief second until his tongue started to explore my neck. I moaned and tilted my head back to give him full access. I arched my back as he took down my bra straps and exposed my breasts. He groaned as he lightly sucked each nipple and ran his tongue in circles down my stomach. I pressed my hips against him and felt his erection, which made me ache for him even more.
I took my hand and pushed it down the front of his pants as he moaned. He lightly traced the edge of my panties as his fingers made their way to the spot that needed him the most. He circled his fingers around before gently inserting them inside me. “You’re so wet Ellery, god I want you,” he moaned as he brought his lips to mine. He moved his fingers inside me and then in a delicate in and out motion.
“I promise I’ll be gentle with you, but if I get too rough promise me you’ll stop me.”
I shook my head as I helped him off with his jeans and boxers. He took himself and gently inserted himself in me, looking into my eyes with each small thrust, slow and steady. Once he made his way fully inside me, his thrusting became faster. I screamed from the excitement. He was so hard, and he filled me with so much pleasure, something I never experienced before. My hands traveled to his backside as he moved in and out of me, steadying his movement. He brought his mouth to my breasts; sucking and lightly biting each nipple. This is what I needed. It’s what I wanted from the moment I saw him standing in his kitchen. My hands moved up and down his back as I began to swell; he felt it to as his moans became louder and his thrusts more forceful. He took my leg and wrapped it around his waist, making penetration more deep and intense.
“Come for me Ellery; come baby,” he whispered in my ear. I started to scream as the pleasure was so intense and I was ready to explode. One more thrust and that was it, I screamed Connors name as my body shook in pleasure and he took me to a place I’ve never been before.
“Christ Ellery, you feel so good.”
His moans grew as he yelled my name while filling me with his come. He looked at me panting as I stroked his face with my hand and pulled him down into me. He wrapped his hands around my head and buried himself in my neck. Our rapid heartbeats started to slow as did our breathing. I was done for; there was no going back now, and I was scared I was headed for heartache and trouble.
He sat up and gently pulled out of me falling onto his side and looking at me. I laid on my side facing him as he softly pushed my hair away from my face.
“You’re amazing,” he smiled.
I blushed, “No, you’re amazing; I have never felt anything like that before.”
He kissed me on the nose, “Can I be honest with you?” Oh god I thought, what did I do wrong.
“Of course, you can. You can tell me anything.”
He traced the outline of my jaw with his finger as he ran them softly across my lips, “You said you never felt anything like that before. I haven’t either. It was like I was having sex for the first time.”
I took his hand and kissed it, “That’s because we made love Connor. It wasn’t just the act of sex; it was sex with feeling and emotion.” He pulled me closer and brushed his lips against mine so softly, I could have come right then and there. Needless to say, that started round two!