Chasing Legacy | ONC2023

Chapter 8: Hotel Key

DEACON

"That was a quick ten minutes. Come over here and let me bite your lips. Let me taste your gloss and give me the opportunity to coat your mouth with something else entirely."

Her breath hitches in her throat. Her dress has to restrict the airflow as well, because feeling her up, up and close, I'm not in doubt my choice for tonight is wearing a silk corseted bodice.

Sexy...

"I know you can feel how hard I am already," sliding myself against and behind her, I'm looking for friction. Release. "Grind on me." The faintest little moan escapes her. It's the sign that spurs me on, "You feel so good. Yes, babe..." I encourage her, without even knowing if she hears me. She seems to be in a trance. Doing her own thing, using me as a prop. Which is a-okay with me, because if I'm honest, I don't even know who's asscheeks are holding my stiffening dick captive right now. I took a swing for the fences at the bar and hoped I wouldn't strike out. I didn't

Besides the connecting key and the click clacking of her heels, I didn't hear a peep. Didn't give her a chance to. No chance to reconsider. I waited for her in the darkness, striking the iron while it's hot. I crave it. A nameless, faceless fuck to take the bitter taste off the dog and pony show my birthday turned out to be. I knew it beforehand, nevertheless, Quentin was right. The both of us were monkeys in suits in a calculated circus. A cold realization.

A different kind of cold shiver goes up my spine, taking me back to the present. Open mouthed kisses find their place on my thighs. "You don't need my permission to put it in your mouth." Looking down on this woman that slips my crown in her wet warmth, I finally feel somewhat of a king. Her nails accentuate the movements of her tongue on my legs. It drives me to take things to the next level. "Get on the bed and let me eat your pussy while you suck on my cock."

"Oh God yes...," she whimpers almost inaudibly.

She scampers away from me. Determined to spread out on the bed, only to realize she's still clothed in her dress. I let out a slight giggle. A tender moment in between the mounting tension. I caress her midriff like I have done earlier, "Let me help you," I whisper. Marking her with a love bite between her neck and shoulder before finding the hidden zipper of her gown. I run it down with my teeth until it halts on the slope of her butt. There's no underwear. Instead I feel something else there that I can't identify. Doesn't matter, her shivering distracts me. How the tables have turned. "All done, Milady. Leave the heels on."

"You can't even see..." She tries to object.

"What I say goes." I pivot her in position, sheathing myself after. The tearing of the foil is the sound that seems to signal the before and after of our romp.  "Where were we again?" Starting to nib on her inner thighs, getting closer to her clit inch by inch. "Mmm, you're so fucking wet, babe. Just how I fucking like it and you taste so good. Delicious... Ahh, get down deep on my cock, take it deep. I'm so hard for you."

Dirty talk makes her tick. I feel her wanting to clamp down on me so I give her some quick precise licks to find out where her edge lies. High pitched squeaks guiding my way. "You're not getting off the hook that easily, I want to bury myself in your wet pussy. Get on top of my dick." She complies without any complaint. "Aaahhh yesss... You feel so wet and warm. It drives me fucking crazy."

Before I can praise her even more, she bottoms me out and rides me like her next rodeo. Apparently, playtime is over and she's meaning business.

Well, okay then. You know what they say, Save a horse...

"Go after what you want, babe. Chase me. Chase it. Good girl." I grip her hair and wrap it around my wrist. Pounding into her like a madman. We're both getting off the rails, letting out battlecry after battlecry. What started out as a loaded one-night stand is becoming a battle of wills. A battle to see who'll crack first under the imminent pressure. I might be an asshole most of the time, but in the case of wicked sexy games, ladies always go first. It's an unspoken, holy rule and my personal badge of honor.