Chapter 7 - Aimee

Jesus I’m going to need a bath.  I can’t believe Richie stuck his hand up my dress and finger-fucked me in the cab.  I can’t believe I let him!  And what the fuck was I talking about ass sex for?  I know full well that the last orgasm I had in the alley rid me of the last vestiges of my buzz, so I couldn’t even blame this brazenness on the Patron.

This was all me.

I was all HER.

Whoever I am, I know for a fact I’m the luckiest bitch on the planet right now.  I am on my way to a swanky hotel for no-holds-barred sex with a gorgeous man.  This kind of shit just does NOT happen to me.  But hey, I’m not complaining.  If the Karma gods want to make reparations for forcing me to spend the last fourteen days in the sixth circle of Hell by sending me THIS man to fuck the funk out of me?  I almost say, bring on another shitty week.

Or two.

Please.

Here we are at the Westin.  Richie is funny, throwing a handful of bills at the driver and all but yanking me out of the cab.  He locked his hand around my wrist – yeah, like I was going to TRY to get away; not in this lifetime – and strode through the opulent lobby at nearly break-neck speed.  Once in the elevator, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly.  He was turning on the “seductive man” side of him, and damn I was hooked.

He slid a hand into my hair, pulling the scrunchie out and tucking that in his pocket.  Wonder what else of mine he’s going to stuff into his pockets.

When my hair spilled down around my shoulders he grumbled, “much better,” against my mouth.

He teased the seam of my lips with his tongue for just a second – I wanted to deepen the kiss as much as he did.  I opened eagerly to taste him.  Our tongues did a slow, lazy, get-to-know-you dance as our hands roamed each others’ bodies.  I couldn’t get enough of his chest.  I mean fuck, it’s fantastic.  It’s warm and broad and tanned and smooth.  Christ, it’s smooth.  There are like nine hairs on his chest.  I love a smooth chest.  Fur belongs around his cock, not on his chest.

The elevator dinged, and Richie waited until the doors were sliding shut again before breaking the kiss.  He jammed his hand against the bumper on the door.  Shit, he shouldn’t do that – not with those hands.  The doors bounced open again, and he pulled me out of the elevator car. 

We walked down the hall to the double-doors at the end of the hall, which he opened with a flourish.

“Nice,” I said, looking around at the flowers in crystal vases spread around the living room.  It was about what I would expect in a suite at the Westin.  Very tasteful, very expensive, not a single luxury overlooked.  In short, it was fabulous.

“Yeah, I do alright,” Richie said grinning.  “So,” he said, hanging the ‘Do not disturb’ sign out and fastening the security chain.  “What first?”

“What first,” I repeated, kicking off my shoes, and walking around the room.  “So many things to choose from.  I could draw us a bath, maybe soothe my bruised butt.”  I lifted the back of my dress, holding it around my waist and showing Richie the damage.

He crossed the room behind me and put his hands on my waist.  I felt a rush of air as he dropped to his knees.  “Aw,  baby,” he said, kissing the scratches.  “Your poor butt.”

I couldn’t help it, I had to giggle.  He sounded so earnest.  I’m glad I couldn’t see his face, because if he had a serious look on his face, I’d burst out in a belly laugh and totally fuck up the evening.

“It’s not so bad,” I answered, barely keeping my laughter in check.

“Maybe a bath is a good idea,” he said.  “Nice warm water, maybe some foam or something?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” I said, turning gently in his grasp; my dress still bunched around my waist. 

Richie groaned.  “Damn, Aimee,” he said, pulling me in toward his face.  He inhaled deeply and moaned, which was such a freaking turn on that I shivered.  He looked up at me as he slowly ran his hands down my legs.  He circled my ankles and tugged on them gently; telling me what he wanted me to do.

With a shaky sigh, I complied, opening myself to him.  He slid his hands back up my legs, not stopping until his thumbs were high enough to spread my lips.  He leaned in, and I registered that glorious hair brushing my thighs a split second before his breath tickled my clit.  He blew on me, making my knees buckle a little. 

“Sweet Jesus,” I muttered as he nipped at my clit.  “I’m all for taking this all the way lover,” I said, “but fuck, Rich, I need a bed.  Or a couch, or something.”

Richie simply chuckled and sucked my clit deep into his mouth. 

I screamed when he drove his tongue into me.  A few seconds later, he pulled away and stood.  “I believe you demand a bed?” he aside, one eyebrow raised.  He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, which was amazingly dirty, and pressed a hard, quick kiss to my mouth.

“Come on then,” he said.  “I don’t want your flavor to fade on my tongue.”  He stripped off his shirt and tossed it in the general direction of the sofa.  “You’re right, you do taste better by yourself.”

I didn’t really hear him; I was distracted by Half Naked Richie.  Sweet fucking hell that is one amazing chest.  I can not wait to explore that for an hour or two.  After I let him explore me.

“You can leave your dress here,” he said over his shoulder as he stalked toward the bedroom.

I gave a delighted laugh and pulled my dress over my head.  “Bra too?” I asked, folding my dress neatly and putting it on the coffee table.  After all, I have to wear it home tomorrow.

“What do you think?” he retorted, turning to roll his eyes at me.

So, the last piece of clothing I was wearing fluttered to the floor, and I followed Half Naked Richie toward the bedroom.

He opened the door and ushered me inside, sweeping a gentle hand down my hair as I passed.  In the center of the room was a California King, in deference to Richie’s height.  The bed was turned down for the evening, and looked so inviting.  It was done up in neutral tones, but the sheets had to be Egyptian cotton.  When I crawled up on them, they felt so soft and cool, and I knew I was right.

I reclined on the pillows and watched eagerly as Richie shucked his shoes and pants.  I think my eyes must have nearly bugged out of my head when his pants hit the floor.  He was just so beautiful.  His legs and feet were strong and solid, the muscles of his thighs tight and ripped.  I’ve already waxed poetic about his chest, but his cock?  Let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t get a look at it in the alley or I would have been terrified.

Don’t get me wrong, it is absolutely gorgeous, but it’s HUGE!  It’s so thick and heavy that even erect it droops down a little.  It’s knobby and ridged, and has one throbbing blue vein running around the base of it.  I swear, Richie must have to almost dislocate his shoulder to jerk off.  Either that, or he – oh! --  cums all over his chest. 

Sweet baby Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to watch that.

Maybe later.

For now, he’s smirking at my reaction.

“Everything alright, darlin’?”  He idly stroked his dick as he talked to me.  He had to pull it up a little to reach all the way to the tip.  I think my mouth was watering.  I know my pussy was.

“Couldn’t be better,” I answered, mesmerized by his fingers wrapped around his erection.  “You’re so big!” I couldn’t help it; the words just slid out.

Richie chuckled.  “Darlin’, what do you think I was fucking you with?  I don’t recall you having a problem taking me all in.”

“C’mere,” I beckoned, crawling to the edge of the bed.

When he was close enough, I took him in my mouth, sucking lightly on the tip before slowly inching my head along his length.  He widened his stance a little, and took a deep breath before looking down at me.  I had my eyes on him the whole time, and when he groaned and dropped his head back, exposing that delicious-looking Adam’s apple, I nearly choked myself.

Long minutes later, Richie raised his head and locked eyes with me.  I let my lids flutter a little as I inched that much closer to his fur.  He reached out to cup the back of my head and gently urged me to take him deeper.

Not at this angle.

I pulled back, sucking as hard as I could, drawing the skin forward with my suction.  “Switch places with me, baby,” I said, climbing off the bed.  Richie leaned down to kiss me before he complied, sitting on the edge of the bed.   I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth again.  He leaned back, resting his weight on his elbows as I slowly crept along his length.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, then did it again, but I still couldn’t take him all in.  What I had was fantastic though.  He was so warm and tasted purely male.  The scent of his musk was intoxicating, and I wanted him to rub his cock all over me so I could have his scent on me.

Richie took a deep shuddering breath as I drew hard on him.  Abandoning all pretense of swallowing his length, I bobbed up and down on him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock.  He pushed back up to a sitting position and grabbed my head, trying to pull me away. 

“Baby,” he grunted.  “I’m too close.”

I hummed my approval and tightened my hold on him. I could taste the few drops of thick, silky pre-cum, and my life now, at this moment, had one purpose.  I sucked and swirled and squeezed until Richie’s rock-hard thighs were quivering.

“Aimee,” he whispered, pushing at my head again, though half-heartedly.

“Hmmmm?” I asked, pausing in my motions to look at him.  His eyes were glazed over, and the lids riding somewhere around half-mast. 

I eased back until just the tip of him was in my mouth, and I slid my tongue into his slit before swirling it around the head.   I let him pop from my mouth and licked down his length, tracing the vein that I knew would deliver my protein shake in just a few more minutes.  When I got to his balls, I pulled first one then the other into my mouth, savoring the slightly sweaty taste of them.  They immediately tightened, and Richie’s breathing became really ragged. 

It was time to put him out of his misery.  I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, and started a steady up-and-down rhythm accompanied by gentle squeezes of his balls.  Richie muttered an oath and tensed on the bed.  He grabbed my head again, this time intent on making me stay where I was.  His hips started moving, and he matched my rhythm stroke for stroke.

He let out a low, long moan, and his fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair as the vein I lovingly licked a minute ago throbbed, and his release came.  His cum was thick and musky, slightly salty, and perhaps the best thing I’d had in my mouth in a long time.  He pulsed for nearly a minute, and I had to swallow twice to keep from choking.

When he started twitching and hissing, I knew he had had enough.  I pulled away gently, kissing the very tip with the merest brush of my lips.  I sat back on my heels and looked my fill.  Richie had dropped back on the bed, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.  When he looked over at me, a smile on his face, I made a show of wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.  Tit for tat, as it were.

“You are utterly scrumptious, lover,” I said to him.

He chuckled.  “I still need to taste you properly,” he said, crooking his finger at me.

“Why don’t you rest a minute first.  Don’t want you falling asleep on me.”