For One Night Only (7 page)

‘No,’ he said throatily. ‘Don’t hide from me.’

Obeying him, she felt self-conscious as she waited, watching him strip slowly.
He sure knew the value of anticipation
, she realized as he took forever to undo his jeans before letting them slide down his legs. Her attention centered on his groin as he flicked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, easing them carefully over his erection.
Bethany swallowed dryly, unable to help but stare. His wasn’t the first hard-on she’d ever seen. It wasn’t even the biggest. But damn he looked good and she wanted him inside her. She felt the wetness dampen her crotch as her muscles convulsed in anticipation.

‘I’ve been trying to imagine what you had on under that dress all night,’ he said, moving to stand in front of her. Snaking out a hand, he clasped the back of her neck and forced her to close the gap between them. The soft skin of his erection touched her first, sliding up her abdomen and resting there as he pressed his body into hers. A bunched fist in her hair dragged her head back and he looked down at her briefly before trailing his tongue across the slash of her lips. She palmed the skin on his back, letting her fingers trail slowly down to his firm butt. His warmth filled her hands as she pulled him harder against her groin. Taking her lead he slipped the straps of her underwear from her shoulders. Filling his hands with her breasts, his thumbs brushed across her nipples repeatedly and he paused to watch her reaction briefly before dropping his head. His lips started a slow, tortuous journey down from her neck, over her collarbone and onto her breast. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Cursing him silently as he removed his lips to focus again on her camisole, she waited as he stroked it down her body, kissing every inch of skin he exposed until coming to rest at the apex of her thighs.

Staying on his knees, he kissed her abdomen, using his weight to push her back to lie on the bed.
Bethany began to sit, but he stopped her by hooking her legs over his shoulders, forcing her to lay back. Strong fingers parted her thighs as his head lowered. He didn’t touch her instantly, but she began to writhe as his soft hair trailed along her skin. Just his breath against her nub caused a little tremor and she pulled back instinctively. He held her still as he flicked his tongue over her the first time—as if he knew she would buck against him as the sensation shot through her. Gentle at first, his strokes became bolder until finally he sucked her fully into his mouth, moving his head randomly as he groaned against her.

She was shocked by her reaction. Throwing her head back, she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds coming from her. Barely able to breathe, she gasped and jerked as his tongue stroked her over and over again. His attention moved suddenly to her inner thigh, nibbling and sucking the skin between his teeth.

She sagged against the bed as the overwhelming heat building in her subsided briefly, allowing her time to register the pain she was inflicting on herself by digging her nails into her palms. His mouth returned to her clit, sending sensations slamming through her again. Clutching desperately at the bedcovers beneath her palms,
Bethany started to shake—amazement that she was about to climax replaced by a desperate need to. Her torture increased as he circled her pussy with the tip of his finger, causing her to writhe against him, moaning. Her thighs trembled against his cheek as he kept her on the brink. What was he waiting for? She began to groan and rub against him, praying that he knew what she needed. The teasing finger plunged into her immediately—his mouth and tongue still moving against her as he began to take her with his hand.

‘Oh my God…Ruben!’ she exclaimed, lifting her hips from the bed and grinding against him as the first spasm hit. He rode it out with her, not letting her go until she collapsed, chest heaving as she struggled for air. Finally opening her eyes to find him leaning over her, slightly breathless himself, she clasped his face in her hands.

‘Wow.’

‘You liked that?’ he smiled, fishing for compliments. Reaching up, she brought him down to her for a scorching kiss.

‘What do you think?’

* * * *

Ruben couldn’t help but laugh in triumph as he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She straddled him immediately, running her hands over his hard body. Dropping her head, she feathered kisses over his neck and torso, rubbing her soft wet groin against his hard one. He placed his arms behind his head allowing her the freedom she wanted. Slipping down to kneel in the gap between his thighs, she began to caress his cock. Ruben tensed the instant she touched him, inhaling sharply. Her hand closed around him, sliding easily up and down, bringing Ruben up on his elbows to watch what she was doing to him.

Suddenly she leaned closer—so close that he could feel her breath caressing his engorged head. He tensed in anticipation, but she didn’t put her lips on him, leaning over to kiss and bite at the crease of his hip instead before raising her head to look at him. Taking hold of the shaft, he ran the tip of his penis slowly across her lips—asking for what he wanted.
Bethany flicked a tongue out to caress it gently before opening her mouth tortuously slowly, allowing him in a little at a time.

His body jerked with every movement of her lips as she took him in further. Looking down at her through slightly glazed eyes, he groaned as she finally opened her mouth wide and slid down his length, taking as much of him in as she could.

‘
Bethany!’ he groaned, his legs scrambling on the sheets as he felt a tremor shoot through his groin. Moving slowly back and forth on him, she dropped her hands to cup his buttocks. He could feel his muscles tensing as she sucked on him, taut with the urge to thrust into her mouth. Pulling her head up abruptly, he slid away from her with a groan.

‘No…I don’t wanna come yet Baby. I want to be inside you,’

Reaching under a pillow, he scrabbled around a moment before finally producing a condom that he put on as quickly as his shaky hands would allow. Pulling her forward to sit over him, he guided her legs to the sides. Her pussy slid along the length of his cock and she groaned in surprise before repeating the motion. Grunting in satisfaction, Ruben’s hands flew to her thighs, parting them to allow him in. Her moist heat closed around him and he urged her body upright, forcing her fully onto him.

The breath caught in her throat and she rocked against him as he went deeper and deeper. Lifting her slightly, he held her still and began to slowly push in and out, filling her again and again, gently at first. Within moments he was pounding up into her, watching her every reaction to his thrusts. Bracing her hands against his chest, she began to push back, riding him just as hard. Eyes locked with hers, his vision blurred as he surged upward to meet her—knowing he would come sooner than he wanted to but unable to stop himself.

‘Oh fuck! Fuck,’ he rasped, the last thread that held him snapping. Grabbing her head, he thrust his tongue between her lips as his orgasm hit. Jerking and writhing, he could do no more than gasp into her mouth as she ground against him. His hands twisted in her hair and he barely registered the thought that he hoped he wasn’t hurting her.

She collapsed on top of his body as the final spasms shuddered through him. The blood pounded in his ears and he could do no more than lay still until his strength returned. Needing to catch his breath, he had to lift her off, turning them both to lie next to each other. He smiled, hoping she wouldn’t feel rejected.

Thankfully, she smiled back at him. Stunned again at how beautiful she looked—especially now with her hair hanging wildly around her flushed face—he leaned over for a kiss. Propping himself up on an elbow, her nipples reacted as he traced idle circles around first one then the other.
She couldn’t be ready again so soon? He certainly wasn’t.

‘I’m really glad you stayed,’ he said, voice low. ‘That was amazing.’

‘It was, wasn’t it?’ she smiled at him dumbly, not attempting to hide her satisfaction.

It was great to see her so relaxed and happy.
If he’d known she would look this way after sex, he wouldn’t have been able to wait two days to have her.

She became a little shy under his gaze and pulled the sheet over body, smiling as she pushed him away. ‘As much as I love the attention, I’m gonna need a rest before we go again,’ she teased.

‘I couldn’t raise an argument at the moment,’ he laughed. ‘Don’t be offended if I fall asleep okay?’ She shook her head, smiling as she slid over to wrap her arms around him.

He turned toward her to rest his lips against the crook of her neck, and kissed it, inhaling her scent. He fought the tiredness that threatened to overwhelm him for as long as he could, wanting more of her. Satisfying himself with the thought of what he would do after he had recovered his stamina; he allowed his eyes to close. Minutes later he was asleep

* * * *

The Fan scrambled to her feet, swearing repeatedly under her breath.
Why the fuck had she slept so long?
Squinting at her watch in the semi-darkness, she cursed again when she realized it was almost
6am
.

Poking her head out of the linen room, she saw the door to Ruben’s room thrown wide— the maid’s cleaning trolley holding it open. She realized with a groan of disappointment that she had missed him
.

She had followed him the previous night, forsaking the concert in order to loiter in the foyer, waiting for him to return. He had appeared just after
midnight
, entourage in tow, passing right by the lounge bar where she had been sitting.

Deciding to wait a little longer before going up to her own room, her plans had changed when she’d seen the woman from Vegas walking through reception.
The bitch was staying in the same hotel!
Hesitating only to gulp down the rest of her drink, she had followed her to the elevators—nodding in casual civility as their gazes crossed.

Staring at the brunette from such close range, she’d felt able to reassure herself once more that he could never be involved with a woman like that
. Sure, she was attractive enough and her hair was nice, but she could afford to lose a few pounds and appeared to be on the wrong side of thirty.
The woman had caught her staring and flicked a polite—if slightly bemused—smile her way as she’d left the elevator.

She’d continued up to his floor, checking the corridor before daring to enter. Scanning the area quickly, she had found an unlocked linen room, and slipped
inside as she’d heard the elevator arrive. Leaving the door open a crack, she had been able to see a waiter, pushing a trolley laden with food, wine and flowers, approach one of the suites. Moments later, Ruben had appeared, swinging the door wide to let him in.

Trying to fight the thought that was forming, she couldn’t deny that there had been too much food for one person. She hadn’t had to wait long before her worst fears were realized as the brunette approached his door, nervously smoothing her ugly dress down over her fat ass. The smile he’d given the woman when he opened the door had torn at her heart.
He liked her…God only knew why…but he did. Since when had Ruben’s tastes run to frumpy, middle aged women?

Beginning to shake from rage and the incredible pain searing through her, she’d wanted to strike out, break something or hurt someone, but she couldn’t move.

The waiter had left about an hour later, which meant they were alone together. Emerging from her hiding place, she had crossed the hallway silently, pausing to listen for sounds of anyone approaching. Pressing an ear against the door, she’d strained to hear through the solid wood. Frustrated, she had squinted through the wrong side of the spy hole, unable to see anything but the opposite wall. Looking around once more, she had tested the handle— turning it slowly and carefully to muffle any sound. She’d known it would be locked, and didn’t really want to think about what she would have done if it hadn’t been.

Returning to her hiding place, she had waited, scared at what she could discover, but needing to know if the woman would spend the night...

The next thing she had known was waking up stiff and sore from sleeping crouched against the doorframe.

Peeping back out into the hall, she found the maid walking slowly toward the other suite. Moving quickly, she crossed the hall again, slipping into Ruben’s room, dead locking the door behind her. Tiptoeing stealthily through the rooms, she checked that they were empty before allowing herself to breathe again.

Checking all of the surfaces, she was disappointed to find he’d left nothing behind. A quick search of the drawers and wardrobes turned up nothing either—she guessed he had no need to unpack properly in every hotel he visited when he usually only stayed for one night.

His bed was a still unmade—rumpled sheet thrown to one side. She picked up one of the pillows, recoiling in disgust from the smell of another woman’s perfume. Unable to afford herself the luxury of a full-blown tantrum over the evidence, she quickly stripped the case from the pillow on his side of the bed, breathing in his scent before stuffing it into her pocket and racing from the room.