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I wanted to take her hand, but I didn’t want everyone to see in case she’d be embarrassed in front of our co-workers. “I like you Lauren. I’ve always liked you. I’ve felt this insane attraction to you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I’m pretty sure you felt it to.” I paused, searching her face for some sign of her agreement. When she nodded, I continued. “I’ve kept my distance because you were with Kyle, but now that you are single again I have something to tell you.”

Her eyes were wide and she nodded again.

I leaned in further, my lips dangerously close to her ear. “Lauren, I want you. While you were in the bathroom, all I could think about was what you have on under your dress. I think it’s time we go find out.”

A gasp escaped her lips and I thought for a second she might slap me. I knew I was being bold with my confession. She didn’t say a word as she stood up from her stool. My heart fell; I was worried I offended her.

I turned around to look at her. “Listen, Lauren, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have – “ I started fumbling with my words, hoping I hadn’t just messed up any chance I’d had with her.

"Let's go,” she said quietly.

Did I hear her right? “What?” I asked her.

“Let’s go,” she said again, this time louder.

“Where?” I asked. I wanted to make sure we were on the same page.

“Your hotel room,” she said with determination. She leaned in and I could smell a hint of her floral shampoo. “It’s not too far away and then I can show you what’s under my dress.”

She wasn’t going to have to ask me twice. “I’ll leave first, tell them I’m tired. Then I’ll meet you outside the hotel,” I said as I threw some money on the bar to pay for my beer.

I stood up and walked over the rest of the group with her. After chatting a few minutes, I plead exhaustion and headed out of the restaurant. I tried to act casual as I left, but inside my stomach was full of butterflies, anticipating seeing Lauren back at my hotel.

The night was gorgeous in Chicago, the air warm with just a slight breeze. It was a perfect night to be out walking. I loved the hustle and bustle of the city. Lauren had always told me how much she loved Chicago and in just my short walk, I could easily tell why.
I could see living here
. I arrived at my hotel and found a bench outside to sit on while I waited for her.

After about ten minutes, I started to worry. Did she change her mind? Maybe she couldn’t get away. I reached into my pocket to check my phone. Had I missed a phone call or text from her?

I glanced up and noticed her from way down the street. I don’t know what it was, but I could pick her out from a million miles away. As she got closer, I could see the smile on her face.

“Hey you,” she said softly, taking my hand and leading me into the hotel. “You guys checked in this morning right?”

I nodded. “Yes, so we wouldn’t have to tonight,” I replied, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Good,” she said. “Let’s get to your room before anyone else gets here.” My cock stirred between my legs as she walked ahead of me to the elevator.

I pushed the elevator button. As we stood there waiting, I looked down at her. Her eyes were dark with desire and I moved towards her for a kiss when the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

I walked, practically dragging her in along with me. “What floor?” she asked me.

“Eight,” I murmured, studying her. I had the urge to undo her hair on top of her head and run my fingers through it.

She reached out and pressed the button for the eighth floor. I waited for the doors to close before I moved swiftly and pinned her against the wall. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Lauren. I’m not going to wait anymore.” I said before kissing her hard. She moaned softly into my mouth and pressed her soft body into me. I circled my hips just a little, rubbing the evidence of my arousal against her leg. My tongue teased hers as her arms snaked up around my neck, leaning against the elevator wall with a hand on each side of her, trapping her.

We continued to kiss as I reached up to release her hair. I’d been dying to touch it from the moment I met her two years ago and nothing was going to stop me now. I buried my fingers in it and pulled her head back so my lips had better access to her neck. They moved over her skin slowly, almost torturing her as they licked, sucked, and bit her sensitive flesh. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes. My other hand moved up her bare thigh, sliding underneath her skirt. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I growled softly into her neck. She wasn’t wearing
anything
under her skirt.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier you weren’t wearing panties?” I whispered roughly into her ear, my lips on her skin. “I would’ve dragged you out of there
much
sooner.”

She whimpered and opened her mouth to respond when the elevator dinged again. She was panting against me as the doors opened.

“Come on,” I said as I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall.

Chapter Five – Lauren

When we got to his room, he slid the room key in to unlock the door. He opened it and walked inside. I followed him in and he shut the door behind me. Reaching out, he grabbed my arm and pulled me tight against him.

He looked down at me with his smoldering blue eyes. “Do you know how much I want you, Lauren?” he asked his voice husky with desire. “How much I want to do very bad things to you?”

I shook my head, fighting back a moan. “Show me,” I replied with a whisper, desire coursing through my veins. “I’m all yours, Marcus.”

“Good. Cuz, I’m going to take you. Over and over again,” he said, running a finger down my cheek.

“Undress for me,” he commanded me, his voice soft and gentle, but firm.

I opened my mouth to protest but he held up a hand. “Don’t talk. Just undress please. I want to watch you.”

A soft gasp escaped my lips. I’d never had anyone command me like that during sex. The feminist side of me wanted to tell him to shove off, but some primal part deep inside me found it to be incredibly hot.

I gave him a sexy smile as stepped back from him and boldly unbuttoned my blouse, sliding it down my arms. He swallowed hard as I reached behind me and undid my bra slowly, teasing him, taking my time as I pulled it off and threw it to the floor. He let out a groan as his gaze traveled from my face, down to my tight pink nipples.

“Get up on the bed. Sit up and spread your legs. So I can see you,” he said gruffly as he stood watching me.

His commands were driving me wild and I could feel my sex swell with excitement, my clit pulsing. Kyle had always been so passive in bed, letting me take the lead. I had no idea sex could be so hot with someone so dominant.

I climbed up on the bed while he pulled a chair up to the end and sat down. I was a little bit embarrassed to have him looking at me with such intensity, but I also loved the effect I seemed to have on him. His desire for me was written all over his face and the outline of his erection through his dress pants was clearly visible.

I slid to the top of the bed and propped myself up on the pillows. I bent my knees slightly, spreading my legs wide so he could see my smooth sex. Thank god I’d gone for a wax earlier this week.

He pulled his polo his shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his smooth chest and six-pack abs. The desire to lick a trail from his neck to his stomach popped into my head. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I gasped when I saw his long shaft. Not only was he long, he was wide too. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip already. I licked my lips, imagining how he might taste.

“Touch yourself. Show me what you like, what you want me to do to you,” he commanded me quietly as he stroked himself, moving his hand slowly up and down his growing erection.

I moved my hand between my legs and whimpered as my fingers traveled over my wet and swollen lips. Marcus watched transfixed as I ran my finger over my clit. I swallowed a moan; I was already so turned on, just a few flicks of my clit and I would come hard.

“Put them inside you,” he said, his voice husky, barely a whisper as he watched me touch myself.

I slid two fingers inside my wet sex, spreading my legs further apart so he could have a better look at what I was doing. My body shook as I began to fuck myself with my fingers, moving them in and out of my pulsing sex.

“Stop,” he growled at me. My eyes flew open. I was frustrated now, ready to beg him for release as I slid my fingers out. I felt empty and I needed him to fuck me.

He stood up and walked over to me without a word, gazing at me with his intense eyes. He took my hand and brought it up to his mouth, taking the two fingers that had been inside me and sucking them gently. I moaned deep in my throat, his eyes locked onto mine. I almost came right there, squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was quickly building.

He pulled my fingers out of his mouth slowly. “You taste fucking amazing,” he said as I shivered.

I eyed his cock, dying to get my lips and tongue on it. I leaned forward, my tongue reaching out to lick the pre-cum seeping from the tip. He shuddered and groaned. “Yes, baby. Lick me.”

I licked his cock from his balls to the smooth head slowly, circling the tip with my tongue. He drew in a deep breath and I took all of him deep into my mouth with one swift movement. His cock hit the back of my throat. “Jesus,” he muttered and buried his hands in my hair guiding my mouth up and down his shaft. One hand cupped his balls, my mouth working him. His cock swelled in my mouth as I moved faster.

Much to my surprise, Marcus suddenly pulled himself from my mouth. “No, not like that, not the first time.” His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at me kneeling naked before him. He cupped the back of my head with his hand and kissed me hard before asking, “Lauren, do you trust me?”

I nodded. Of course I did - completely. I’d known him for two year. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me or anything I didn’t want him to.

“Good. Then wait here,” he said and went into the bathroom.

My sex was aching, needing him to fill me. I sure hoped he was getting a condom; I couldn’t wait much longer. My juices trickled down my thigh and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so wet.

He returned from the bathroom with a belt from one of the hotel robes.
What was he going to do with that?
My blood was rushing in my ears.

“Lay down on your back,” he said as he climbed back up onto the bed. He watched me lay down and when he was satisfied with my position, he straddled me, moving my arms above my head. He tied my wrists together and fastened them to the headboard. I pulled on the restraints gently to test them. They were tied tight enough to keep me in place but not so tight that they hurt. I’d never experimented with bondage in bed. This whole dominant male in the bedroom was new to me. I shouldn’t have been surprised; Marcus was always pretty take-charge at work too.

He smiled down at me, watching me tug on the belt a little. “You aren’t going anywhere,” he said softly. “But if at any time it’s too much and you want to stop, just say the word, ok?”

I nodded and whimpered softly, wiggling my hips underneath him. His hands traveled down my arms, stopping to cup my breasts. He squeezed them gently and I cried out as he pinched my nipples gently, rolling them between his thumb and finger.

He continued to tease them until I was panting and squirming beneath him. “Please,” I whispered.

Marcus smiled down wickedly at me. “Please what?” he asked.

“Please, I need you inside me,” I replied, my voice husky with my desire.

He slid off of me with a soft chuckle and stood at the foot of the bed. My cheeks got warm as he studied me tied up and naked before him. I spread my legs wider for his view. Maybe showing him how wet, swollen, and ready I was for him would make him take me right then.

He climbed back onto me, kissing me passionately. I arched into him, wanting to feel the full weight of him on top of me. His hard cock rested on the inside of my thigh and I wiggled my hips beneath him, trying to get him inside me. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my neck. He seemed to be enjoying torturing me. I sighed as his lips moved to my breasts, his tongue swirling around one taught nipple before moving to the other. I sucked in my breath sharply as he drew one into his mouth, sucking, and then biting it gently.

My breathing was labored as he kissed his way down my stomach. He teased me, planting small kisses on my pubic bone before settling between my legs. He blew on my sensitive flesh and my hips bowed up off the bed, causing me to cry out. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked down to see him spread my thighs wider with his hands. God, he looked sexy down there. I bit my lip as he smiled up at me.

He leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh gently as I moaned and closed my eyes, my head falling back onto the pillow. I started to move my hips, trying to get my sex closer to his mouth.

“Baby, be still or I’m going to stop.” He looked up at me, eyes serious.

I whimpered and tried not to move as he slid his tongue along my wet slit in one long stroke. He moved his tongue over my folds, not stopping very long in one spot. “Mmm...I could do this all day. Maybe we should add that to the agenda for this weekend,” he said with a sly grin.

My soft whimpers soon became moans as he snaked his tongue deep inside my pussy. His nose was pressed on my swollen clit and it wouldn’t be long now before I came. His tongue moved slowly in and out of me, fucking me. I started to grind my hips into him. I was frustrated I couldn’t reach down and hold him against me.

He slid two fingers deep inside me, his tongue flicking gently over my clit. He massaged the sensitive spot on the inside wall of my pussy and I thought I was going to come undone. “Come for me baby,” he whispered hoarsely before his lips closed over my clit and sucked gently.

“Oh my god!” I cried out, my body tensing before my orgasm crashed over me. He held me down with his other hand as his lips and fingers wrung every last ounce of pleasure from me as my body quivered beneath him.