© Lexie Bay
“Sasha, I can’t take my eyes off you,” he whispers, squeezing my waist, “you look amazing and I had to tell you, all I can think about is kissing you.”
My breath catches in my throat. He’s so close I can smell his skin, an intoxicating musky smell which renders me speechless. His hand is burning me like a brand; possessive and slightly pushy which is turning my insides to liquid. I’m a sucker for a strong man and the way Guy’s holding me makes me think he might be up for some games. I get a picture of him holding me down and I gasp involuntarily. His grip tightens around my waist and I can feel his hot breath against my cheek. I wonder whether thinking about kissing me is making him hard. I bet his cock’s rubbing against the tight fabric of his jeans, so I push back a little, grazing his crotch with my bum. The soft moan in my ear that I get in response makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.
“I need to get you alone or I’m going to kiss you right here across the bar, and to be honest Sasha, I can’t trust myself to stop at just a kiss.”
My heart’s pounding and I can’t think. “Where can we go?”
“I’ve got a room,” he says pressing against me; the thick, hard outline of his cock rubbing between the cheeks of my arse through my dress. “Number twenty five, second floor. Give it five minutes then follow me.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer him, turning and disappearing into the crowd. I swallow hard, my legs like jelly, my knickers so wet it makes me wonder if I actually wet my pants with excitement. I knew it! I knew he liked me too. Oh God, and now I’m going to get to live out every naughty fantasy I’ve ever had about him. All I have to do is follow him to his room without anyone noticing I’m gone. I down my drink, pretend to answer my phone then disappear out towards reception, making sure someone sees me go so no-one starts looking for me. I text Ally and tell her that something came up and I had to go. That should keep any gossip at bay.
Shooting a quick glance around the lobby to check that no-one sees me I take the stairs to the second floor. My heart’s pounding so hard, I’m amazed I can’t see it through my dress. Looking down the corridor it’s thankfully empty, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. I check the doors. Oh my God there it is, number twenty five. I lean against the door frame to catch my breath, then straighten my skirt, wipe under my eyes to check for stray eyeliner and knock gently on the door. It opens immediately and Guy pulls me inside, slamming the door and pushing me up against it, hard. I bang my head as the weight of his body pins my hands by my sides and the pain makes me dizzy with lust. Then I’m looking straight into his deep dark eyes, his pupils dilated. I can smell the musky scent of his arousal over the top of his sexy aftershave. There’s a brief pause as we look at each other and we both know that we’re on the brink of something huge. Then his lips find mine and they’re hot, soft and wet. It’s better than anything I’ve imagined and it’s a good job he’s holding onto me because my legs give way and if it wasn’t for the door I would be on the floor. His tongue slides between my lips, pushing into my mouth like he’s fucking me and I moan his name, my breath ragged. All the hours and days of pent up sexual tension come flooding out of me and I arch my body up against his, incoherent with desire.
“Sasha,” he moans against my lips, his hands all over me, “Baby I’ve wanted to do this forever. You’re all I’ve been thinking about and you feel even better than I thought you would.” He kisses me again and again and then he seems to take control of himself and pulls back slightly. The lack of pressure from his body is like an actual physical ache.
“No, no, no,” I whisper, trying to pull him back into me, but he backs away, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed.
“I was watching you at dinner and all I could think about was fucking you,” he says, stroking my face, tracing my lips with his fingertips, sending shivers through my body, straight to my clit, making me flood my knickers again. “You look so beautiful, and I’ve wanted you since you first walked into my office and told me you were my assistant editor. Christ Sash, do you have any idea how sexy you look in those tight skirts and low cut blouses you wear to work? Sometimes, I’m so distracted watching you through the glass wall of my office that I can’t think about anything except calling you in, pulling you against me and sliding your skirt up your thighs; oh God, exposing your long, tanned legs, you’re little white panties.” He closes his eyes a shiver shaking his body. “Then bending you over my desk and fucking your brains out. Jeez, I’m surprised I haven’t been fired already.”
I’m practically panting, my whole body shaking with the need to be close to him. “It’s all I think about too,” I murmur, nuzzling against his neck. I can smell his aftershave again, its soft and intoxicating, maybe D&G or Gucci, something warm and masculine. His grip on my waist is slightly too tight, his fingers jabbing me in the ribs, which makes me even more excited. “All I want is you to kiss me, touch me and fuck me.”
Lexie started writing to immerse herself in a fantasy world where women are adored and men fall at their feet. Then she realised that sometimes men do that so you can stomp all over them in your sexy stiletto boots and since then she’s been creating stories that stay true to her original romantic dream while exploring the erotic, the kinky and the downright filthy. She finally found the courage to unleash them onto the world and now writes about anything that emerges from the murky depths of her imagination, whenever she gets the opportunity.
Lexie lives with her husband and two daughters in a house by the sea on the south coast of England, and spends her days working as an accounts manager. She loves chocolate, theme parks, BBQs on the beach and cosy winter Sundays and her dream is to write full time. You can find her stories in Uniform Behaviour and Seducing The Myth edited by Lucy Felthouse as well as in Immoral Views published by Kojo Black at Sweetmeats PressWEBSITE FACEBOOK TWITTER