The VIP Room (23 page)

L
iz could feel
the effects of the alcohol taking a hold of her now. She wrapped herself in a towel and put her hair in another one. In her haste to explore the condo and get in the shower, Liz had forgotten to grab some clean clothes out of her bag. The thought of putting her bloody clothes back on was not appealing, so she decided to go grab her clean ones.

She peeked out of the door and looked into the living room. Not seeing Harrison anywhere, Liz darted to the front door to grab some of her clothes.

“So are you alright?” Harrison said from the chair in the corner of the room.

“Yes. It looks worse than it is.”

“I doubt it.” Harrison moved from his chair and closer to Liz. He began examining her face. Then pulled her arm up and looked at the cuts on it.

“Really. I’m fine.” Liz offered. Suddenly realizing she is standing there wrapped in a towel with Harrison touching her.

“Liz. You don’t look fine. In fact, you look like you should go to a hospital.” Harrison says with such a sense of finality; Liz actually thought he was going to force her into his car and take her to a hospital himself.

“Let me grab some clean clothes. I’ll tell you what happened. No hospital needed.”

Harrison gently placed his hand on her cheek. His touch, combined with the look on his face, sent electricity throughout Liz’s body. He looked so worried. He looked genuinely perplexed to be looking at such an injury on her face.

“Do you have clothes? Bella has some here.”

“Yes, I have some” Liz reached down to her bag and began to pillage through her roughly packed belongings.

Harrison took in a deep breath. Liz had her ass only inches away from him. He took another step back so he could fully enjoy the view. Amazed that he had never really noticed what a knock out Liz was before. Oh, he noticed that she was smart and sensible, but man oh man he hadn’t noticed this figure she had.

His cock began to rise to attention as he imagined sliding inside that ass of hers. Oh, it had been such a long time since he had been with a woman. Instantly, he moved farther back away from her and back to his chair. Harrison didn’t want Liz to see how excited he was just by watching her bend over.

“Be right back?” Liz said as she grabbed her clothes and headed back into the bathroom.

When she returns, it is apparent she, in fact, is alright. Her face is full of smiles, and she is eager to clear up what she is sure Harrison thinks was some horrible attack on her.

“So are you ready to tell me what happened?” he asked.

Liz went into the whole story about Matt and the club. She told Harrison about the girl in her apartment and the makeup being thrown all over the floor. Finally, she explained how the picture fell and cut her face and arm. Throughout the story, Liz was somehow able to look at Harrison and talk like they were old friends.

The normal rush of red had not filled her cheeks again.

Liz was seated on the couch and wearing some old shorts and a white t-shirt. Her wet hair dripped gingerly onto the shirt since she did not take the time to dry it.

Throughout Liz’s story, Harrison could not take his eyes off of her. She was stunning. Even sitting there with bruises and bloodshot eyes, he was enthralled with her. How she told the story of this horrible boyfriend. How she was not histrionic about everything, he did. Liz was matter a fact about the whole situation.

Harrison could not help but watch her hair drip onto the white t-shirt she was wearing. The wet area of the shirt spreading down from her shoulders, and he was sure if she kept talking soon that entire shirt would be see thru soon.

“Wait. So why didn’t you leave this guy before this?” Harrison pulled himself out of his t-shirt daze and blurted out his question. Honestly unable to figure out why a girl like Liz was even with such a loser.

“Sometimes you just don’t have a choice,” Liz said, in a matter of fact voice.

“You always have a choice.” Harrison offered.

“Well someone like Bella, she has choices. I don’t have choices.” Liz could feel Harrison’s gaze honing in on her eyes, and she felt compelled to look away.

“Why? Why don’t you have a choice?” He was baffled by this statement. Everyone has a choice.

“I don’t have a family. I pay my tuition with my two jobs. I needed a place to stay. Matt was that place.”

“So you have no one that cares about you?” Harrison looked baffled.

“Yep. Just me, myself and I.” At this Liz stood up. “You don’t have to worry though. I can find another place to stay now that you are home.”

Liz started to walk away, but Harrison grabbed her arm.

“No.,” he said as he stood from his chair. Now standing face to face with Liz. “You will stay here.”

“It’s ok Mr. Wellington. I was just going to stay because you were gone. I can go.” Liz was looking at the ground again. It was hard to keep looking into his blue eyes and not turn into a total puddle of sexual emotions.

“It’s Harrison, call me Harrison; and No. You are staying. It’s the middle of the night.”

Maybe it was the look in his eyes. Maybe it was the way he kept holding onto her hand after he stood up. But something about that moment sent tears welling up into Liz’s eyes again. Her tough exterior crumbled and her knees gave way as the emotion of the night hit her again.

Harrison quickly wrapped one of his arms around her waist and steadied her.

“It’s ok.” He said as Liz wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

It had been years since she had truly felt safe with someone. Here Harrison was, strong, sexy, caring. He was worried about her and cared about her wellbeing. After the night, she had just had all she could do was hug him.

T
he wet t-shirt
against his skin was too much for Harrison to take. Her body pressed up against his. Her arms wrapped around him. Harrison felt an urge of desire shoot through his body. He reached down to Liz and gently lifted her chin.

Without a thought in his head, Harrison kissed Liz.

His lips against hers were soft and yet firm. He slowly parted her lips with his and let his tongue slide into her. The thought that this was Harrison Wellington, only lasted a moment before Passion consumed Liz.

A man has never kissed her like this. A strong, amazingly handsome, real man.

Liz let her hands explore the muscles of his back. Soon allowing them to slide under his shirt and glide up and down his ruggedly defined back. This was happening. This was real. Liz couldn’t believe what was going on. But she certainly wasn’t going to stop it.

“I’m sorry,” Harrison said as he pulled away from Liz.

Liz didn’t move. She just looked at him with passion. She wasn’t sorry. Liz was in a daze. Partly believing that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this, and partly thinking she didn’t want to ever wake up if she was dreaming.

“I’m not,” Liz said as she slowly licked her lips.

Harrison looked down and noticed Liz had perfectly round, hard nipples that were now pressed up against her soaking wet t-shirt.

All control was gone now. Every last bit of reasoning had disappeared.

He reached down and grabbed Liz by the hips and pulled her close to him. Letting his lips meet hers again, but only briefly. Soon he was exploring her neck.

Liz couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh of ecstasy. His hands on her body felt so strong. They were commanding her to be there with him. His lips on her neck were electrifying every last sexual nerve in her body.

Harrison reached for her wet t-shirt and pealed it off. Throwing it forcefully toward the front door. This was a man. He wasn’t some boy with ego issues. Harrison was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted Liz.

He started unbuttoning his own shirt while he looked at Liz. She quickly looked down at the ground.

“Why do you do that?” Harrison said when he noticed she looked away from him.

“I don’t know,” Liz said, still looking at the ground.

“I like it when you look at me.” He said this and Liz slowly looked up to him.

Her eyes held a sense of sadness but also of sweetness. She was innocent, yet hard as nails. It wasn’t something Harrison was to comfortable seeing in a woman.

As he finished unbuttoning his shirt, Harrison again reached for Liz and grabbed her by the hips. This time lifting her off the ground and wrapping his arms around her.

Instinctively Liz wrapped her legs around his waist. She looked him in the eyes as he walked the two of them down the hall and to his bedroom. The passion he had towards her was something Liz had never known before. He looked like a man who was hungry for her. Hungry like someone who had not eaten for weeks.

As he placed her on his bed, Harrison slowly slid her shorts off. Letting his lips make a trail of kisses down her inner thigh. Then moving them back up again once her shorts and panties were off.

Liz inhaled a deep breath as his lips made it all the way up her legs. He was slowly moving his tongue around her. Gently exploring every inch to see where the perfect spot was to set her on fire.

His slow movements began to quicken when he felt Liz tighten her thigh muscles. There, he had found the perfect spot.

Gently Harrison let his hands hold onto her thighs as his tongue continued to work on making her breath quicken even more. Liz grabbed onto his wavy hair and let out another deep breath. But this time it was followed by a moan. Then another moan.

Soon he was deliberately trying to get her moans to come fast. First with only his tongue, then sliding his middle finger inside of her.

“Oh God.” Liz let out as he began moving his finger in perfect harmony with the circular motion of his tongue.

Harrison couldn’t help himself. Watching her body tighten up. Hearing her moans. He hadn’t heard that in a very long time. Yes. He wanted to hear more. He wanted to see her body tighten with delight as he brought her to orgasm.

Liz could feel her body building up the excitement. Her hips were moving against his tongue. She wanted to feel the explosion. Liz grabbed his hair and pushed on his head, holding him exactly where she wanted him.

Harrison loved this.

He worked harder, faster, firmer to build her energy as high as it could go. Then he felt it. Liz stopped moving so much; she tightened her grip on his hair. Her hips thrust hard up into the air.

“Oh god! Oh god.” She let out as the rumbles of orgasms started rolling through her body.

Just as this was happening, Harrison decided to thrust a second finger into Liz. Her whole body let go. Her muscles tightened around him. Her hips thrust hard against him. But Harrison wasn’t about to let go. He pulled her clit into his mouth and held onto it tight, letting the orgasm shoot through her body again.

This was what Harrison had missed. The passion. The willingness to let go.

T
hey had
both been so exhausted. The sleep that came was necessary for them both. Harrison had flown all the way to Boston and back without getting any of his work done because he had left some important papers at his house. Liz had experienced one of the longest days of her life.

As the sun started to rise, Liz rolled over and placed her head on Harrison’s chest. She was still asleep, but Harrison had woken up already. Getting four hours of sleep was plenty for him. He just didn’t need more than that.

Watching Liz sleep Harrison thought about waking her, but he just couldn’t do it. She looked so broken. So tired. She looked like she could sleep for the entire day and still wake up tire.

Her porcelain skin was bruised with dark purple all along her face. Her cut was starting to heal but was crusted over with dried blood. He decided just to lay there with her for awhile longer and ended up drifting back to sleep for a little bit.

When Liz awoke, she looked down to see her head was on Harrison’s chest. Oh yes, she thought to herself. That did happen.

She let her hand start exploring under the sheet. Slowly moving down to feel his cock. Oh god yes! Liz couldn’t help but lift the sheet up a little and take a peak.

With that quick peak, she was suddenly awake. Every ache and pain in her body starting to disappear. She wanted to feel his hard cock inside of her. After what he could do with his tongue last night, she knew this would be even better.

She let her hand move gently up and down his shaft. Feeling him start to harden under her hand. Lifting her head she turned to look at him.

Harrison was laying there, wide awake and looking at her.

Liz burst into laughter.

“Not very often that a girl laughs while holding my cock in her hand.” Harrison joked.

Then he swiped her up and placed her on top of him. His cock pressing against her, but not inside of her. Yet.

“Oh.” Liz let out as he manhandled her.

She leaned down and kissed him. While his hands moved to her ass and held her against his cock. He began to gently sliding her back and forth. Liz could feel how hard he was. She wanted to feel him inside of her, but Harrison was holding her so she could not lift her hips up.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a random condom from his drawer.

Liz let her lips leave his and moved to his neck. Gently kissing down one side, and then moving over to the other side.

“How are you feeling,” Harrison asked as Liz kept kissing his neck.

“I feel good. Very good.” Liz said.

Harrison let one of his hands move around to her clit, and he began massaging it. His fingers were dipping down to explore all of her, and then coming back up to put pressure on her most erotic zone.

“And your head? It is ok?” He asked as he continued moving his fingers around working her body up with excitement in anticipation for sliding inside of her.

“Um. Yes. It is good.” Liz responded as her body starts getting wet with excitement for him.

“How is your head?” Liz can’t help but ask as she reached down and grabbed a hold of his cock.

Her hand enjoyed the feeling of his hard girth. She rips the condom open and slides it onto him. Then glides him into her as Harrison let’s go of her hips for a brief moment. His body incapable of resisting.

They begin moving together. Harrison was again holding onto Liz’s hips as he thrusts slowly into her. Liz with her hands on his chest letting her body rock in rhythm with Harrison. The moment if filled with passion and their eyes don’t turn away from each other at all.

Liz could feel a sense of comfort that she had never felt before with Harrison. Before she always looked at just his outward appearance, never looking at who he was. But at that moment Liz could feel all of him. With each thrust she could feel his passion, his conviction, he power.

Sweat began rolling off of both of them. Their bodies were relishing the moment. Liz can’t help but let out moans of delight as the thrusts get harder. She feels her body starting to rumble again as Harrison is holding her tightly.

Her hips start grinding against him as they move up and down.

“Cum for me,” Harrison said as he held her hips tight.

Liz is about to do exactly that as her body begins to tighten...

“Liz. Liz are you here?” Bella hollered from the entry way.

Instantly both Liz and Harrison stop moving. They are brought back to the reality of the moment. Harrison is having sex with his daughter’s friend.

“Shit” He lets the word out before he even realizes it, as they both start scrambling to find clothes.

Harrison was able to grab some clothing from his dresser while Liz is left unable to get anything but her shorts on. Her shirt was thrown across the living room in the heat of passion the night before.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Harrison continued.

“Liz. Are you awake?” Bella continued yelling from the kitchen. “I’m going to make you something to eat.” She said as she started looking through the cabinets.

“I’m going out there. Try to make it to Bella’s room.” Harrison grabbed Liz and planted one last intense kiss on her. Then headed straight for the kitchen.

“Well, you won’t find any food in there.” He said as he greeted his daughter and turned to stand on the other side of her so her back would be to the hallway.

“Daddy! What are you doing here?” Bella said in surprise.

“Well, I was in Boston and forgot some important documents, so I had to come home. I got in late last night.” Harrison continued to distract Bella as Liz snuck out of the bedroom and down the hall to Bella’s room.

When she arrived in Bella’s room, Liz rummaged through her closet and found a shirt that would fit. Liz was much better endowed in the bust area, so it was hard to find something of Bella’s that would actually fit her.

Liz could hear Bella and her Dad talking about what had happened to Liz.

“I’m pretty sure her boyfriend hit her,” Bell said with concern. “She said it was an accident and a picture fell. But he is a real jerk. I bet he did it.” Bella continued with her version of the story.

“When I got here Liz was asleep. She did wake up and tell me what happened. She says she is ok.” Harrison said as he reached for some instant oatmeal to put in the microwave.

“She always says things are fine. That’s just how she is. Did you see her face! She is not fine.”

“Ok, honey. We can talk to Liz about it over breakfast.” Harrison was just relieved that Liz had made it into Bella’s room safely without being caught.

“I’m going to go check on her.” Bella made her way down the hall to her room and knocked.

Liz opened the door and pretended to be half asleep. Her hair was certainly messed up like she had been sleeping.

“Oh, Man! Look at your face!” Bella said as she came in the room, and the two girls stood at the mirror looking at Liz’s face.

“Oh, I wasn’t that great looking before this.” Liz joked. But all the while gently putting her fingers up to her face so she could feel what the swelling felt like and how deep the cut was.

“Liz. It looks horrible. You should go to the doctor.” Bella said, just like her father had said only a couple hours earlier.

Liz couldn’t help but laugh. If only Bella had known just how good Liz was feeling at that moment. She certainly didn’t need to go to the hospital. What Liz did need was to get back into bed with Harrison.

Liz couldn’t help but think that his cock needed it to be inside her again, very soon. She stood there looking at Bella and half smiling as the thought of Harrison’s hands on her body distracted her from the moment.

Her thoughts wondered to his tongue on her, his hands on her. The feeling of his cock sliding inside of her. It was certainly nothing Liz could have ever planned, but now that it had happened; she wanted it to happen again and again. His body just fit so well with her. Their passion, their chemistry, it mixed into a perfect combination.

“I’m fine. Let’s go eat something. I’m starving.” Liz said and headed out of the room. As she walked to the kitchen, Harrison gave her a wink and a thumbs up. It seemed like the two of them had been successful in hiding what had happened between them last night, and again in the morning.

“Liz?” Bella questioned from inside of her bedroom.

Liz turned away from Harrison and looked toward the hallway where Bella was starting to come out of her room.

“Why is my bed still made? It looks like you didn’t sleep in it.” Bella looked at Liz then again to her father.

Instantly the color drained out of both of their faces.