Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (4 page)

I hover there a
moment, and then ask, “You want to know what’s on my
mind?”

She shivers…
doesn’t even attempt to hide it, and it punches straight
through to my groin.

Leaning just a tad
further, I kiss her just below her ear, loving the way she trembles
again. Pulling back so my lips skim the outer shell, I tell her in a
quiet voice, “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.”

She groans over
those words, but I don’t let up. “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.”

Her breath floats
out of her mouth in a lovely sigh that smells of Pinot Grigio and
when I pull back, I see lust clouding her face.

Fuck finishing
our drinks
, I think, as I wave the bartender over.

***

We take an escalator
up one floor to the lobby of the hotel over Sullivan’s. I had
already checked in when I arrived, and I keep my hand on the small of
Stella’s
back as I lead her toward the elevator. She
walks with that same sexy confidence she exhibited earlier, and I
don’t fail to notice the way men’s heads turn to look at
her.

It fucking pisses me
off. She’s mine tonight, and I don’t like anyone but me
imagining how amazingly wonderful she’s going to feel
underneath my body.

I press the elevator
button, and we only wait a moment before one opens up. It’s
paneled with dark mahogany, brass railings, and sumptuous, dark green
carpeting. We step in, and I press the button for the top floor.
Knowing that we have a bit of a ride up and because I cannot wait a
minute more, I grasp
Stella’s
face with my hands and
kiss her.

Yes, kiss her. That
intimate thing that sometimes gives me the willies because it’s
too intimate.

Yes, I kiss her
deep, my tongue plunging in ruthlessly and swiping sensually around
her mouth, and it in no way freaks me out. It’s bold, carnal,
and immensely fucking intimate, and it only makes me crave more so I
back her up against the wall of the elevator, bringing one hand
between her legs. She gasps into my mouth, surprised that I truly may
be fucking her in the elevator as suggested just a bit ago. Her short
skirt rides up easily, and then my fingers are brushing up against
what feels like lace.

Wet lace.

That thought causes
me to groan and I ease my finger under the seam of her panties,
coming up right against her lush heat. There’s no room for
hesitation and I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, so I sink one
finger into her all the way up to my third knuckle, fucking loving
the way she gasps, starts moaning into my mouth, and then her legs
start to falter. I quickly move one of my own in between hers to help
hold her in place.

So fucking hot.

I know I don’t
have time to get her off before we reach our floor, which means I
certainly don’t have time to fuck her here, so I break the kiss
and roam my lips along her neck lightly, moving my finger in and out
of her leisurely but so very deeply. Her hips flex against me, trying
to demand more, but she’s just going to have to wait.

When the elevator
chimes indicate we’ve reached our floor, I pull my hand out of
her panties and pull her dress back into place in one move. Placing a
kiss lightly on her nose, I grin when she mumbles, “Thanks”.

Taking her by the
hand, I lead her down to the room where I’m itching to get her
naked. After walking in, I make a cursory glance out the window,
confirming the balcony over Central Park is there as requested. The
room is elegant, decorated in a slick, contemporary design with sage
greens and chocolate browns. A huge vase of white lilies sits on a
table by the door, and I throw the room key down next to it.

“Do you want
another drink?” I ask her, and I hope she says no. My dick is
aching to be inside of her.

She lowers her gaze
to the floor and shakes her head, for the first time not making eye
contact with me.

What the fuck? She’s
suddenly shy? I don’t fucking believe this woman has a shy bone
in her body.

I wait until she
looks back at me, and then I crook my finger at her with a sly smile…
silently commanding her to come. She doesn’t hesitate and
thankfully maintains eye contact with me as she walks my way,
stopping right in front of me.

Taking her hand, I
rub my thumb over her skin in a very uncharacteristic, but tender
move. “How often have you done this… used
One Night
Only
?”

Her cheeks turn
rosy, but she doesn’t look away. “This is my first time.”

Oh, baby.
Practically a virgin when it comes to this type of fucking. I don’t
know whether to be horrified at her inexperience or turned on by it.
My cock leaps at the thought, so I guess I’m turned on.

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

That I intend to
fuck right out of her.

“Don’t
worry,” she says, her voice sure and strong. “I’m
not getting cold feet. I’m going through with this.”

“Damn right,
you’re going through with it,” I growl, and then
internally wince. I hope that didn’t come off as sexually
predatory as it sounded in my head. Softening my voice, I say, “I
felt enough of your response in the elevator to know that. But don’t
worry… tonight—I’ll lead.”

Stella
surprises me when she steps back, but her eyes are challenging. She
reaches to the side of her dress and slowly drags her zipper down.
She watches it descend all the way, and then looks back at me. “You
can lead. But I’ll start.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This woman could sexually torture me just with her words and
honey-sweet voice.

I look down to where
her hands are resting at the base of the zipper and murmur, “By
all means.”

And yeah…
fantasy porn all the way. She peels her dress off and it slithers to
the floor, leaving her standing before me with pale, smooth skin and
some tiny scraps of black lace. Her breasts are perfect… not
overly large, but full and pushing up over the cups of her bra. Her
stomach is flat, her ass nicely curved—but then again, I knew
that from the snug dress she had on. Her calf muscles are well toned
and flexed slightly because of the four-inch heels she’s still
wearing.

My cock… that
eight-inch piece of equipment that had been jumping and twitching
like an excited puppy now goes to full mast, pushing hard against my
zipper.
Stella’s
gaze drops to my crotch, and she eyes
it ardently.

“It’s
your turn to takeover,” she says with a soft smile, and I move
in close to her. I graze my knuckles over the swell of her breasts,
so very softly, but she purrs a little moan in the back of her throat
and closes her eyes.

“Standing up
or lying down?” I ask her and her eyes snap open, slamming
locked to mine. “Missionary or doggie style? Any preference?”

I don’t care
what she chooses because that’s just where we’re going to
start. We’ll get through all of it tonight, and I’m not
letting her out of here until I’m satisfied we’ve done
justice to every bit of it.

Stella’s
gaze is filled with heat and lust, and there is nothing sexier than a
horny woman who is ready to get it on. “I don’t care,”
she says saucily. “As long as there’s an orgasm
involved.”

I chuckle and then
sweep her up in my arms. She gasps in surprise but her arms wrap
around my neck, her fingers twirling in the back of my hair.

“I guarantee
you two… to start out with,” I promise her savagely,
just before I toss her on the bed.

Never have I
stripped so fast, not because I have any intention of fucking her
just yet. I have other plans first. No, I’m eager to have her
eyes on me.

When I’m
naked, I did just as I did the other night when I was standing at the
foot of the bed looking down at… what was her name? I forget.
But anyway, just as I did that night, I start stroking myself.

Last week, I did it
to make sure I was ready to go, because my boy needs to make sure he
stays interested.

Tonight, I do it
just because I’m so fucking turned on by this woman that I want
just a moment to feel something against my cock because I’m
going to be ignoring it for a bit. I have two orgasms to hand out to
Stella
first, and my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

When I’m at
the point that I don’t think I can get any harder or any
larger, Stella swallows hard and says softly, “I hope that will
fit.”

There is mirth in
her voice, but there’s also a little hesitation. I’m a
pretty big guy, but I haven’t heard a word of complaint yet. I
grin down at her, “You’re funny. But no worries…
I’m going to have you so wet, I’ll slide right home.
Trust me.”

Stella’s
breath hitches, and I hear her mutter, “Oh, God.”

She can pray all she
wants right now, but I’m positive it’s going to be my
name being called out to the heavens when I’m finished with
her.

“So, I know we
won’t share any personal information about ourselves with each
other,” she starts out, “but I think you look like a
banker. Yes.
Mike
the Banker.”

I laugh out loud,
clutching at my stomach. We were talking about an exhibit at the
Guggenheim when she hit me with her banker hypothesis. I’m
lying on my back next to her on the bed. She’s on her back as
well, our shoulders touching companionably, our hands curled around
bottles of water I just retrieved from the mini fridge as we stare
upward.

I just had the
motherload of all orgasms, so explosive I was on the verge of passing
out for a moment.
Stella’s
wrecked too… she had
four orgasms. Two while I ate her out… she tasted fucking
divine. I wanted to give her a third that way, but she begged me to
fuck her, so I did—my hand working between her legs while I
pounded inside of her. She came again with a hoarse cry, then I
flipped her over and took her from behind. Only after she came that
fourth time did I let go, and almost gave myself a coronary in the
process.

It was just that
fucking good.

And, there’s
no way I’m letting her out of this room anytime soon.

“It’s
funny,” I tell her after I take another sip of water and resume
staring at the ceiling. “I have you pegged as a banker. Stella
the Banker. I think that sounds right.”

“You’re
so wrong.” She giggles.

“But you’re
not going to tell me what you do for a living?” I ask as I turn
on my side to face her. She moves her gaze from the ceiling to me,
and her eyes are warm and filled with good nature.

“Nope. I’ll
just be Stella the Banker, to you.”

“
Stella
,
the unbelievably hot banker,” I amend as I reach a hand out and
circle a fingertip around one nipple.

“You make one
hot banker yourself,” she says with a soft pant.

Leaning over, I let
my tongue move along the same path, lightly circling the hard nub,
scraping my teeth over it. I pull it into my mouth and suck gently,
causing her hands to come up and wrap around my head, holding me
tight in place. Flexing my jaw, I pull her nipple in deep with a bit
of a harder suck and she bucks softly against me. I let it go and
intend on hitting the other one hard, but I make the mistake of
looking in her eyes.

They are full of
wanton desire, and so focused on me that my cock starts growing.

Impossible,
I
think to myself, because given how hard I just orgasmed a bit ago, I
was almost positive I’d be out of action for another half hour
at least.

But it’s true.
Just from one sinful look and I’m ready to get going for round
two.

“Balcony,”
is all I say, pushing myself up off the bed. She sits up and I grab
her hand, pulling her along behind me. She doesn’t hesitate and
follows right behind me as I push the doors open. A light breeze
filters in but it’s still muggy outside, which is typical for
July. We’re on the twentieth floor, but we can still hear the
rumble of engines and the honking of horns below us on Madison
Avenue. The quiet darkness of Central Park stretches out beyond.

I walk up to the
edge of the balcony, which is made of stone and concrete, sitting
about three and a half feet high. I pull
Stella
in front of
me, stepping in close behind her and I rub my semi against her ass
cheeks until I start to get harder. Pushing my whole body into her, I
try to make her step right up against the concrete wall but I notice
she braces her hands on the edge, refusing to get closer.

“I’m
afraid of heights,” she whispers, and I immediately feel like
such a douche.

Stepping back, I
grab her elbow and try to pull her away. “Come on… let’s
go back inside.”

“No,”
she says, turning her back on me and facing the wall. “I’ll
keep my eyes closed.”

Yup… dick now
supremely hard, because I know how hot it can be to get fucked while
your eyes are closed. Having nothing but the sensation of sound and
touch to rely on. Her idea has merit, so I step back up to her and
push her up against the wall. I assume her eyes are closed but her
body is still tense, so I bring one arm around her shoulders, laying
a palm over one breast. I squeeze it, plump it, and test the weight
in my hand. I rub a thumbnail over her nipple, eliciting a soft sigh
from her.

Good, she’s
relaxing.

While still
massaging her breast, I bring my other hand around to work her clit.
Straight shot… right to her center. Her head slams back on my
shoulder, while my fingertips circle and rub against her. Every third
or fourth stroke, I plunge a finger in and work her clit with my
thumb. She’s so fucking responsive that it doesn’t take
much to get her body ready for me, and I can feel her start to
tremble all over.