My back is met with a hard, concrete wall as my body is trapped with another hard wall of muscles. Another moan escapes me, followed by a grunt as his hips rock against mine, right into my throbbing centre. The arms on either side of my head move, coming to rest on my ass as a deep voice whispers into my ear "jump". I do and the massive hands support me as i am carried off. Our lips continue exploring each other, tasting. We exit the elevator as the strong arms continue to carry me somewhere. In the distance the door clicks, or maybe it's behind me. I am too lost in the moment and the strangers' lips to care. I gasp as my back meets the soft bed and suddenly the stranger is on top of me, kissing every inch of my skin. I reach for the hem of his shirt and he gets the hint, taking it off, followed by the rest of his clothes. Next goes my dress, discarded somewhere in the room. The stranger begins to kiss the tops of my tits "you're exquisite". That's a new one. Usually it's more like 'you're sexy' or 'you're tits bounce like crazy' or 'that ass'. The lips continue to explore me, inch by inch until they reach my underwear. Brown eyes meet mine "can I". I manage a nod. He slides my underwear down and starts rubbing me "fuck you're so wet for me, baby". I moan when his finger enters me, going in and out at a fast pace. He adds another then another and I am so lost in the bliss, moaning uncontrollably. The orgasm takes over me, shaking uncontrollably as i regain my composure and switch positions, pushing the stranger onto his back as a straddle his waist. His hands are immediately back on my skin, one on my waist and the other playing with my nipple. He bites and licks it playfully as i lower myself onto his huge cock and we both end up moaning at the same time. "Fuck, baby" he groans as he grips me but the waist and starts moving me up and down while moving his hips up to meet mine. I'm already sensitive from my previous orgasm, and every single movement he makes has him pressing against that spongy spot inside of me. My eyes roll back as i wrap my arms around him as he continues to fuck the daylights out of me. My eyes slams shut and my head falls on his shoulder when he thrusts his hips up in strong stroke, hands gripping me tightly as he guides my body against his, the sound of skin slapping echos the room as he pounds into me.
•••
My head is killing me.
I squint my eyes against the morning sun seeping in through the blinds. The hotel blinds are horrible, except I'm not in my room, nor my hotel. My eyes snap open as i try to shoot upright except for the big, muscluar arm holding my down. Shit. I turn my head around, coming face to face with a guy i vaguely recall getting into a taxi with, kissing and having the most amazing and blissful sex with. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I look over at the stranger sleeping next to me, searching in my memory for his name but end up completely blank, he looks even better than at night, bathed in the morning sun. He's hot. Plain and simple. That does not mean I will not get out of here before he wakes up. The morning after is just too awkward and ruins all the fun. I wiggle my body out of his grasp, falling onto the floor and crawl across, making sure not to make a noise as I gather my discarded clothes. Putting my dress on, or rather what's left of it after last night, I grab my bag and heels and quietly tiptoe towards the door, opening and closing it with such a delicateness, I smile. And I break off into a sprint to the elevator as fast as my legs will carry me, ignoring the soreness between my legs.
•••
"Where. Have. You. Been."
I flinch, shutting the door to my room behind me as I turn to the source of the voice, coming face to face with a very pissed off Athelia and puffy-eyed Naomi, both sitting on my bed. It looks like they slept here, still in their dresses, heels all around my room. I sigh, dropping my heels as I head for the bathroom, ignoring the angry stomps that follow behind me. I try to close the door but instead of pissed Athelia, I am met with a pissed Naomi. That's a new one. "No" her hand reaches the door, holding it, "absolutely not. We have been up all night. We thought something happened to your stupid ass and you go and get railed! Come on, Ember!". I am unable to meet her eyes "it's none of your concern". Naomi scoffs "as if. You are our concern, never think otherwise" her voice calms down, looking back at Athelia before meeting my eyes "we love you". Fuck I'm a complete fuck-up. I went off in the club by myself. What if something happened to them? What then? They are the only people in this world I care about and I almost ruined that. I close the door to the bathroom, not even realising how wet my eyes and cheeks are as I gather Naomi into my arm, extending the other for Athelia "I'm sorry" I cry hard as I embrace them, holding them dearly to me "I'm so sorry" I keep crying, pretty sure others are crying as well as Athelia whispers "we were so worried" she sniffles "I know. Im sorry" I keep repeating. Her hand moves up my back, backwards and forwards "it's okay" whispers Naomi, kissing my cheek delicately.•••
"Remember to be on your best behaviour, please" Celia says, her heels clicking along the hall as we are guided to the room where we will be meeting the main Bernardi sponsor, also the campaign's sponsor, will be told the details and meet the team. We all don't really know much about them, we avoided the internet like a plague for the past week "we'll try" I say, smirking as Celia closes her eyes and sighs, knowing better than to trust us. Athelia hits her hip against mine, walking at the same pace as I am as Naomi walks next to Celia. The building is massive. All glass and white marble, the US main quarters of the Grenade Power, one of the biggest European fitness brands supplying protein bars, drinks of various kinds and power drinks. The secretary leading us stops at a massive door, no doubt to the conference room and possibly our doom. She opens it, Celia walks in first and the rest of us follow. The room has a massive, long table made of black marble, chairs and windows, windows, windows. The whole room is exposed to the sky, I am suddenly aware of how high we are, feeling unsure of being stuck in a literal glass room. In my line of vision, a men is standing, in a black polo shirt and grey pants as he extends his hand towards Celia "You must be Celia". She accepts the gesture, shaking hands before the attention is turned on us. "You all must be Ember Camden, Naomi Singh and..." he turns, attention wholly focused on Athelia "Athelia Hartford. Pleasure" she doesn't shy from his gaze, instead smiles as she says "the pleasure is ours". He laughs lightly "well, we have a lot to talk over. Please sit" he gestures of the seats and pulls the chair at the head of the table as Celia sits on his right. Athelia, Naomi and I all sit on the left, facing the windows and not the door. "Let me introduce myself, My name is Scott Rogers. As you all know and are aware of, Grenade Power is looking to expand its clientele in the US, and we though who better to do this with than three beautiful IT girls. We sponsor one of the F1 teams, Bernardi. The campaign will take a year, all across the world you will be posting on social media, tagging the team and the brand, interviewing for various magazines and blogs, photoshoots and runway walks. Some will be done with the three members of the team, some not. You will be representing the brand and the team, showing how great both are, attracting the attention to the brand and team and taking it away from you" he finishes, giving all of us a look that says 'the negative attention that you created with the scandal'. I scoff as Naomi nudges me. We all look at each other. A knock interrupts us, alarming everyone but Scott who looks pleased as he calls out to whoever is behind the door "come in". The door opens. We all turn at the same time, coming face to face with three guys.
The Bernardi team.
Fuck.Authors note
Hi lovelies!
How is your day going?
Please remember to drink water and eat something!
You're absolutely perfect and Ily
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