“How long have you been up?”
“Since six.” He left the room for a moment, giving me enough time to scramble out of bed and slip into the robe. When he came back, he handed me a black leather folder with the hotel name and insignia pressed into the front. “Pick out some breakfast and I’ll order in. Do you need to use the computer to check your schedule?”
“It’s in my phone,” I mumbled, taking the folder.
I was a little thrown off by his behavior. He was gorgeous, obviously wealthy, and definitely a lady magnet. The man probably had whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Which then made it strange that he was playing hotel-domestic with me. Hot, rich guys usually played the field, didn’t they?
But this wasn’t hit-it-and-quit-it behavior.
I smelled a trap.
“Pick. Hurry, I’m hungry.” He smiled at me as he stepped closer and reached into my robe. His hands slid down my stomach and then dipped low, gliding across my sudden wetness.
Ah. That made much more sense. He wanted a quickie before he got his day underway.
I was totally game.
“Cheese omelet, please,” I said, closing my eyes as his fingers rubbed.
“That’s it?” he whispered. A finger dipped inside me.
“No.” I sank down to my knees and yanked his boxers. They pooled at his feet as his large erection bobbed free.
“Oh God, wait,” he said. I sucked his cock into my mouth. “Wait— Oh, Delilah, oh…” His breath hitched. “Sweet Jesus, you’re good at that. But wait, baby. Let’s order breakfast— Ohh…”
His muscles flexed and a groan preceded his thrust into my waiting mouth. I sucked it in and tried to gulp it down, the most unflattering thing in the sexual world, I was pretty sure. Eyes watering and mouth distended, I looked up at him porn-star style, knowing men got off on that. With the tongue gymnastics he’d performed last night, I needed to bring my A-game.
While massaging his balls, I let the suction pop before teasing his tip with my tongue. He stared down at me, raw lust painting his handsome features. He thrust again, faster now, obviously unable to help the pulse of his body as he raced toward completion.
His hot need turned me on like no one else ever had. I abandoned his balls so I could work my clit, wanting to feel this with him. Wanting to be an active part of his orgasm instead of just a spectator.
“Yes, baby,” he said, his eyes following my dropping hand. “Fuck yourself.”
I ran my lips up his shaft and took him deep again, feeling my slick body wind up. I pumped my hand and mouth faster, matching the pace with my fingers. He thrust deep into my mouth, making me gag. I kept at it like a champ, though, backing off and sucking back in, my throat constricting around his cock as my body tried to keep me from choking on it.
“Almost there, baby,” he said, still staring down at me. The muscles along his torso bulged. His whole body went wire tight.
Mine was right behind him, at home base. Ready to release the kraken.
“I’m going to come,” he grunted, thankfully warning me.
Then I did something I’d never done before. I worked myself harder, and just as bliss pounded me with the sweet victory of an orgasm, I pulled away from his cock and let him come all over my face.
Yes, I let the man give me a Facial. What possessed me, I had no idea.
Eyes closed and mouth open, I moaned as I climaxed. He moaned with me as his hot seed splattered all over my face and in my hair.
In that moment, I changed my earlier thought.
The Facial was the most unflattering thing in the sexual world. At least that I had ever done. And Lord help me if it got any worse.
Breathing heavily, he said, “Oh God, baby…” And then he hurried away.
So there I was, kneeling in the middle of the floor with my eyes closed and spunk all over my face. Hopefully he was getting me a towel, because I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear that some of the junk would get in, which would mean I’d have to wander toward the bathroom with outstretched, waving hands while covered in his mess.
Thankfully I was spared a moment later when a warmly wet towel wiped across my eyes. “Here, use this,” he said, his voice unbelievably soft.
“Awesome.” I wiped my mouth, not able to stop a grimace at the taste that had worked in from a well-placed shot. “So…would you mind going in the other room and ordering breakfast while I…freshen up?”
“Of course.” A chuckle accented his words. I was glad someone thought this situation was funny. “Take a shower. I have shampoo and body wash and everything in there.”
Sounded like a good idea. The stuff in my hair needed to be dealt with.
Finally able to see, I didn’t look at him as I made my way to the bathroom. I was a little embarrassed, truth be told. It wasn’t the most glamorous of looks, the Facial.