Not the One

Part 4

"When will I get to see you?" Lindsey asked, standing by the door of Stevie's hotel room. 

She didn't think it was a good idea to let him stay the night. They spent the evening together and Lindsey snuck out of Stevie's room in the early hours of the morning. Right now, they were about to part ways, having just had breakfast together.

"I don't know." Stevie replied honestly. "Dave is supposed to come some time during the day. I don't think he'll stay long, I'm sure he only got a couple of days off work."

Lindsey looked around in the hallway, making sure no one else but the two of them were there. He took a step forwards, making Stevie step back against the wall. He put one of his hands against it and pushed his body to hers, causing not nearly enough friction. Still, her body tensed up and mindlessly she placed her hands on his sides, looking up at him. 

"It's going to be torture." Lindsey admitted, his eyes firmly holding her gaze. "I can't stand you around other men." There was that jealousy, rearing its ugly head again. "I don't want any other man near you."

"You'll survive. Dave's insecure as it is, I have to be glad to see him, when he arrives." 

Their closeness was extremely dangerous. Anyone could appear and see the two of them, but Lindsey didn't seem to care as his hand traveled up over her hip and his lips pressed softly to hers for a second too short.

"You're acting stupid, Lindsey."

"I don't see you trying to stop me." He shrugged, his lips now attached to her neck.

"Somebody might catch us." Her protest sounded weak as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and his circled her waist, pressing their bodies together, so she could feel, he meant, what he said. "Linds..."

"I want to have you right up against this wall." His voice sounded low and his breath felt hot against her ear. "Let everybody see, I don't care."

"Y-yes, you d-do." Stevie closed her eyes, when his hand moved up and over her breast. 

Her clothes were a nuisance, but he could still feel her hardened excitement as he brushed his thumb over it, causing a sharp gasp to escape her lips. 

"I want to drop to my knees in front you, baby." He locked their eyes again and she could see the lust, the intensity in them. "I want to lift your leg over my shoulder and bury my face in-"

The ding of the elevator on their current floor separated them quickly. Lindsey clenched his jaw, extremely frustrated. Stevie smoothed out her clothes, looking flustered, as she smiled politely at another guest of the hotel passing them by.

"Come to my room." Lindsey begged. "We'll be safe in there."

"Lindsey, I can't." Stevie shook her head, looking away. "What if Dave comes-"

"Steph, I need you." He cut her off. "I have no idea, when I'll be able to see you again. I need you."

She felt torn. She knew it was wrong of giving in and following Lindsey back to his room, but at the same time, Stevie highly doubted she'd be able to resist him.

A small nod of her head and Lindsey grasped Stevie's hand in his, leading their way into the safety of his own room just a couple of doors away. He slammed the door the second they walked in side and without saying a word, he had her up against the wall again. A part of her wanted to question his actions, they weren't 20 or even 30-year-olds anymore. 

True to his word, Lindsey fell to his knees, his eyes on Stevie, who looked quite surprised. He didn't bother with her blouse, instead, he undressed her lower half and before she could make a sound, he had her thigh resting comfortably over his shoulder.

"Oh God..." She moaned from somewhere deep within, her fingers gripping onto his hair as she slightly arched her back. "Lin-ahhh!" 

He lifted his eyes up and smiled internally. Her heaving chest, her head thrown back and the grip she had on his curls only encouraged his attempts of bringing her over the edge. He didn't matter in this situation, she was the only one, who did. He wanted her to carry this vision, this memory for the upcoming days with her. He wanted to be the only thing on her mind.

"I- I can't... I c-can't..." She shook her head, feeling like her knees were about to give out and she would join him on the floor. "Oh my God..." Her breathing was heavy, she lay a hand over her heart, fearing she might have a heart attack. 

Getting back up on his feet, he pressed kisses to wherever her skin was exposed. He at last reached her lips and she lazily responded, while his fingers unexpectedly replaced his mouth at the junction of her thighs, causing her knees to buckle slightly again.

"I've got you..." He whispered, kissing her again, at the same time, helping her ride out her orgasm. "You're so fucking gorgeous, when you come." He said, pressing his forehead to hers.

"You said, you needed me." She spoke up after some time.

He shrugged and nodded his head. "And I had you. Delicious." He winked and she blushed as if on que. "Think of me, sweet darlin', every time you don't come." 

The words came out of nowhere, surprising Lindsey a bit himself. Stevie's lips parted and her eyebrows creased, but nothing came out. Giving her another kiss, Lindsey gathered her discarded clothes.

"I'll be waiting." Lindsey said.

Stevie looked at him for a moment, before she reached for the handle and walked out of his room. Her eyes suddenly filled with unexpected tears. Unfortunately, she had no time to compose herself as she saw her assistant coming her way, Dave following close behind.