Objection (2 page)

Mike’s eye’s
flare wide over my question, and his smile takes on a more carnal
look. He takes the hand that is resting on my barstool and brings it
behind my neck, cupping me firmly. Pulling me closer, he leans in,
running his lips lightly along my jaw until they are hovering near my
ear.

“You want to
know what’s on my mind?” he growls, and I nod helplessly.

He places a light
kiss below my ear and says, “I’m trying to decide if I
want to fuck you in the elevator or wait until we get in the room.
Then I’m trying to figure out if I should fuck you missionary
or from behind… probably both, and only after I’ve gone
down on you. Then it’s always open for debate whether I take
you out on the balcony. It’s been a fantasy of mine, you see,
and I made sure to reserve a room with a gorgeous view over Central
Park tonight.”

My mouth goes dry,
and my tongue slips out to swipe at my lips. Mike pulls back and his
eyes are burning with lust, causing my skin to tighten and my legs to
involuntarily press tightly together. Turning to the bartender, I
hold up my hand, signaling that we’re ready for our check, even
though Mike hasn’t even received his drink yet.

I’m in the
Twilight Zone.

That must be the
reason.

Otherwise, there is
no plausible or sane explanation for the wanton behavior that I’m
exhibiting right this very moment.

Me… an
upstanding member of this community and member of the New York State
Bar. A reputable young woman who now stands in an elevator with
Mike’s lips roaming my neck and his finger sunk deep inside of
me.

He wasted no time as
he pushed the button to our floor and the doors closed. He stalked
toward me, cupping my head to bring my mouth to his, and his other
hand going directly between my legs.

It was a thrilling
turn on, causing waves of pleasure to pulse through me, while his
tongue dominated mine in the most searing, sexually explosive kiss I
had ever been given. His expert hand softly fondled me for a moment,
and then he was inside of me, curling his finger in a way that had my
knees buckling. He immediately saved the day by pushing one of his
legs in between mine to hold me steady.

When the elevator
starts to slow near our floor, Mike calmly removes his hand, smoothes
my dress down, and gives me a light kiss on my nose. I manage to drag
my glazed eyes up to his and mumble a word of “Thanks”,
to which he smirks, “Any time.”

When we get into the
room, which is fabulously gorgeous and does indeed have a huge
balcony overlooking Central Park, Mike asks, “Do you want
another drink?”

Away from the sexy
foreplay in the elevator and now faced with a man who seems super
composed and calm, I’m suddenly very shy. I shake my head no,
however, because I want to get this moving… back to the land
of sex and lust, where I can get lost and forget about my heartaches.

Smiling, Mike crooks
a finger at me, and I walk up to him. When I’m within reaching
distance, he takes my hand, softly rubbing the back with his thumb.

“So, how often
have you done this… used
One Night Only
?”

“This is my
first time,” I tell him, red staining my cheeks.

“Really?”
he asks in surprise. “You seem so confident… at least,
downstairs you did. Now I’m seeing it though… a touch of
shyness.”

“Don’t
worry,” I assure him. “I’m not getting cold feet.
I’m going through with this.”

“Damn right,
you’re going through with it,” he says with a confidence
that is slightly menacing, but strangely sexy. “I felt enough
of your response in the elevator to know that. But don’t worry…
tonight—I’ll lead.”

Just like that, my
nerves quiet and a sense of bold confidence takes root. Taking a step
back from him, I reach to the side of my dress and drag my zipper
down. “You can lead. But I’ll start.”

Mike’s eyes go
darkly intense, cutting deep into me. “By all means,” he
murmurs.

Peeling my dress
off, I let it slip to the floor and step out of it. I chose my
lingerie carefully tonight, opting for a black lace bra that made my
B puppies look like Cs and a matching lace G-string that tied at my
hips. I leave on my four-inch black Louboutins—compliments of
Macy—knowing they add to my overall sex appeal.

Now that I am
virtually naked in front of him, and taking note of the way his eyes
roam hungrily over my body, and yeah… now noticing the
impressive erection that is tenting his dress pants, I have another
case of shyness overtake me.

“It’s
your turn to take over,” I tell him, hoping he’ll become
the leader he promised me he’d be.

Mike steps up close
to me and grazes his knuckles over the swell of my breasts. My body
shivers, and he gives a rumble of appreciation deep in his throat.

“Standing up
or lying down? Bed or balcony? Missionary or doggie style? Any
preference?”

His voice is low,
gravely, filled with sex and lust, and my mind swims with the
possibilities. Swallowing hard, I say, “I don’t care…
as long as there’s an orgasm involved.”

Chuckling, Mike
sweeps me up in his arms and starts carrying me to the bed. “I
guarantee you two… to start out with.”

Oh, please, yes!

When I’m laid
out and on full display before him, Mike steps back and quickly sheds
his clothes. I watch him… holding my breath as he reveals
himself to me. His chest, his abs. All rock hard and chiseled muscle
that clearly shows he works out—a lot. I follow the dark brown
trail of hair that starts right below his belly button and watch as
he takes his pants off, revealing a massive erection that looks to be
blessed from the Heavens above.

God, I hope
that’s going to fit, or I’m going to be walking funny for
some time to come.

But it would be so
worth it, I bet.

My eyes widen as
Mike takes himself in his hand and starts to stroke. He grows
unfathomably larger before my eyes, and I swallow hard.

I can’t help
myself when I giggle and voice my inner thoughts. “I hope that
will fit.”

A blinding smile
peels across his face, and he laughs. “You’re funny. But
no worries… I’m going to have you so wet, I’ll
slide right home. Trust me.”

And I do for some
reason. Because he is standing before me, radiating sexual charm and
a confidence that is unmatched. Besides… he’s Number
134. He’s been around the block a time or two.

I guarantee he knows
what he’s doing, and that’s good enough by me.

My bedroom door
flies open and Macy comes barreling in, launching herself on top of
me.

“Tell me, tell
me, tell me! I want details. I was too tired and couldn’t stay
awake for you to tell me last night when you got home.”

Snickering, I think
to myself,
That’s because I didn’t come home last
night.

I had gotten in
around 5:30 AM and, as I glance over at the clock, I see it’s
only a little after eight. Mike and I had stayed up all night and
into the wee hours of the morning. I don’t even remember the
amount of times we had sex… or in between having sex, fooled
around. It was a cornucopia of kisses, licks, touches, thrusts, and
oh, shit
… just thinking about it now makes my girlie
parts start to wake up on overdrive.

I snuggle back down
into my blankets as a smile plays across my face, thinking about last
night.

Mike had indeed
given me two orgasms to start out with. He had stripped my bra and
panties off, leaving the Louboutins on because he said they were
“sexy as fuck”. Pulling my legs apart and crawling in
between, he’d proceeded to show me that, with his mouth alone,
I could come twice in under five minutes.

Taking the lead as
he promised, he chose missionary to start out, granting me another
quick orgasm as his hand worked me and his hips pumped hard. He then
flipped me over on my hands and knees and brought me to the promised
land once again. Only then, did he finally come for the first time.

He didn’t need
long to recover and, in between, we shared a bottle of water and
talked about mundane stuff, neither one of us willing to reveal what
we did for a living. We talked about movies and the arts, and then,
all of a sudden, Mike picked me up off the bed and carried me out
onto the balcony. It was dark and we were sheltered, but New York
buzzed below us. He took me from behind again while I gazed out over
Central Park and tried not to scream too loudly when nirvana struck
me.

I blush when I
remember that Mike took me straight from the balcony into the shower,
equipped with no less than eight water nozzles. He slowly washed me,
and then himself, and when he was done, he pushed me gently down to
my knees and said, “Let’s see how fast you can get me
back into the game.”

That thought alone
starts my blood flowing because it was incredibly domineering, but
also incredibly hot. Plus, I had been imagining doing that to him
anyway, so it was with a happy smile on my face that I took him into
my mouth. I was never very good at giving a blow job—I think
because I just didn’t enjoy doing it. But for some reason…
with Mike… it was an almost divine experience for me. I knew
he was exhausted, and he had just come supremely hard not ten minutes
before, but I immediately wrought out strained groans and hip flexes
with my touch, and yeah… it didn’t take him that long at
all to get back into the game again.

Then it was on for
some all-out, slippery good shower sex.

Finally, we crashed
on the bed, spooning and dozing for a few hours, his arms wrapped
tightly around me. I woke to him poking me from behind as his hand
went between my legs again. Within moments, I was ready for him, and
he had lifted my leg to enter me from behind.

Finally, yes…
finally, because dayum… I was getting a little sore, Mike told
me he wanted to give me a big send off. He crawled back between my
legs once more, putting that gorgeous face and those sinful lips
against me, and made me come one last time. I’ll have to say,
he had to work for it that time, because I was beyond exhausted. I
had even pushed his head away at one point, telling him to forget
about it… I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me, but
he merely swatted my hands away while growling and doubled up on his
efforts. It took him thirty minutes, but he got the job done, and I’m
proud to say that last time he made me come was the strongest of them
all.

Then… it was
over.

We got dressed,
walked down to the lobby together, and Mike waited for me to get a
cab. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips and whispered, “That may
have been the best night of my life. I shit you not!”

I snickered on the
inside, because… come on… seriously? A guy like Mike
has some major experience, and I’m betting he’s had many
nights like that. But for me… I won’t lie… it was
absolutely the best freakin’ sex I’d ever had in my life,
and I’m pretty sure it can’t be topped.

“Are you going
to give me the juicy details or not?” Macy complains.

“Or not,”
I grumble, trying to burrow deeper into my covers. It’s Sunday,
and I plan to sleep most of it away.

“Fine,”
she huffs. “Just tell me… on a scale of one to ten—”

“Eleven,”
I cut her off before she can even finish.

“Eleven?”
she asks, stunned.

“Solid
eleven,” I assure her.

That satisfies her
for now and she jumps off my bed, yelling that she’s going to
make us breakfast, but already my eyes are starting to close from
fatigue. No sooner do they shut though, than my phone starts ringing.
Grabbing it from the nightstand, I see it’s from my boss,
Lorraine Cummings. It’s not a call I can ignore. It doesn’t
matter what I’m doing, or what time of the day or night, she
always expects me to answer.

Clearing my throat,
I try to sound chipper when I say, “Good morning, Lorraine.
What can I do for you?”