Melissa gasped for breath, unable to believe what she'd just done. Her body flamed with excitement and if Aidan had shoved his cock all the way inside her at this very moment she'd have gladly wrapped her legs around him and fought for her desperately needed orgasm no matter their location.
But reality slowly set in, and once again she struggled for the control she'd so easily lost. He handed her a handkerchief.
She was so turned on she could barely manage to stay upright on her shaky legs. Yet she knew she had to put a stop to this before she completely lost herself in Aidan.
"Now, cher, it's your turn." Aidan slipped his hands inside her dress, scraping his palms over her nipples and cupping her breasts.
Her pussy throbbed and spilled with liquid desire. She fought the battle within herself. She wanted his touch, his cock, his mouth on her so badly she couldn't breathe. But she was losing herself, becoming someone she didn't even recognize, and she couldn't, wouldn't let it happen.
"Let me go, Aidan," she said, trying to shut down the part of her that burned for him.
"What?" he asked, his hands stilling against her breasts.
Searching within herself for a resolve she didn't really feel, she blew out a breath and pushed him away. "I said let me go. I want to go back to the hotel."
She heard the sounds of his zipper and belt buckle as he righted his clothing. She inhaled and exhaled a few times to get her damned libido to calm down, until finally she managed to at least appear cool and calm on the outside. Never mind that she boiled to near overflowing within.
"I don't understand."
Ignoring the fact she was about to hurt him, she said, "Don't you? You got exactly what you wanted--an orgasm. Now, if you don't mind, we have a lot to do tomorrow and I'm tired. I'd like to go to bed."
"Lissa, let me--" he started, reaching for her, but she eluded his grasp and stepped out into the spotlight of the casino entry.
"No, Aidan. No more. Take me back."
"You're pent up, you need release. Let me take care of you."
She wanted to--God how she wanted to. She needed release right now. Touching Aidan, kissing him, cradling his hard cock in her hands, knowing how much she wanted to feel him inside her, was nearly unbearable. The building tension had reached volcanic proportions and she needed release from the incredible pressure threatening to erupt.
But she couldn't. Once she gave up her control to him, once she turned over her desires and wants and needs to him, she'd be putty in his hands. And she'd be in the same predicament she'd gotten herself into before.
She'd made that mistake once. She'd gotten involved with a coworker and completely lost sight of her goals. Never again.
"I don't need anything but to go back to the hotel. Now, if you don't mind."
He dropped his hand. "Fine, if that's what you want. But let me tell you this," he said, approaching her and grasping her upper arms, refusing to let her go when she tried to shake him off.
"Quit hiding your passion from me," he said. "It's pointless. A fire burns inside you, Lissa. Right now you need an orgasm so desperately that if I touched you once you'd climax."
Miserably, she realized he was right. But hearing it and acting upon it were two different things. Instead, she lied and said, "I'm fine, Aidan. I don't need anything from you."
"You ache inside and you damn well know it."
"I can take care of it myself," she countered.
He smiled slightly. "Yeah, you can, but not like I can do it for you."
"I'd rather do it myself than have you touch me again."
She turned her gaze away from the hurt in his eyes. Guilty pain washed over her, but she knew what she'd done was for the best.
Aidan let her go and nodded. They stepped out into the light and he signaled for the valet to bring his car.
They rode back to the hotel in silence, and when he stopped in front she quickly exited before he could even get out.
"Goodnight, Aidan," she said quickly, slamming the door of the car and hurrying up the stairs.
She closed her eyes and hoped fervently that he wouldn't come after her, wouldn't question her, wouldn't touch her again. If he did, she'd melt all over him.
When she reached the safety of her room she bolted the door and sat on the bed, nearly on the verge of tears.
What was wrong with her, anyway? Why couldn't she enjoy sex without churning herself into an ulcer worrying about what would happen down the road? Why couldn't she just fuck Aidan Storm without thinking she'd end up emotionally involved with him?
Melissa dropped her head into her hands, feeling shattered both inside and out. Two days. She'd been here two days and already she'd made a huge mess of things with Aidan.
Although she'd never considered herself a tease, she'd come awfully close these past days. Granted, she'd made Aidan come twice, so it wasn't like she was getting him hard and then walking away, but she knew he wanted more tonight. More than just a grope in the dark. But this whole hot and cold thing she gave him bordered on the ridiculous, and more than a little immature.
How old was she, anyway? Sixteen? No. She was a grown woman. A full-fledged sexual being. Why couldn't she simply reach out and grab sex when she wanted it?
The worst thing was, tonight she had wanted it. Wanted it with every fiber of her being. Touching Aidan had been a lesson in frustration. Sweet, satisfying, and oh so agonizing at the same time. Every time she'd grasped his enormous shaft she visualized his cock inside her--stroking, thrusting, making her scream with pleasure.
He'd have given it to her, too. So what did she do? She said no. Not only no, but I've-no-further-interest-in-you no.
Now what were her alternatives? Relieve the ache with her own hand, as she'd done so many times over the years? Frankly, she was more than a little tired of coming that way. Tired of being afraid to have a relationship, or even just plain old sex, for heaven's sake.
Not that sex with Aidan would be plain ole' anything. She already sensed that making love with him would be a forever altering experience. She simply wasn't sure how she knew that.
She stood, no answers forthcoming and resigned to the fact she'd made a mess of things tonight. With a sigh she walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Her reflection caught her eye and shocked her.
Her hair was unkempt - several strands had fallen loose from the clip in back, lending a look of complete disarray to her appearance. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen from Aidan's kisses, making her look wild and...dare she say it? Sexy.
She could have laughed if the idea of being sexy weren't so ridiculous.
Then again, why not? Resting her hands on her hips she twisted to the side. Not much in the chest department, true, but still the low vee of the dress showed off the sides of her breasts nicely. She was slender, her belly firm thanks to the gazillion sit-ups she did at the gym. Her legs were in good shape from running and tennis.
She wasn't exactly hideous. She was desirable. And obviously Aidan agreed.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
So what was the problem? Why couldn't she enjoy a little hot and sultry romp in the sack with a man who oozed sex appeal? After all, in a month she'd be back in Boston with fond memories and at least some sexual satisfaction. Aidan hadn't exactly indicated he was looking for a permanent relationship. Admittedly, he hadn't said he was interested in anything but sex.
And sex was something Melissa hadn't had nearly enough of in the past few years.
She cupped her breasts, palming them over her dress, her nipples springing to life against her hands. Moving her fingers in circular motions, she stroked the aching buds until they stood out prominently against the silk.
Desire pooled between her legs, reminding her that one hot guy had come in her hands less than an hour ago. She'd come herself, in that bizarre, out-of-nowhere orgasm that had rocked her senses in the casino. Was she so turned on that she'd had a spontaneous orgasm without being
touched? Maybe that was her problem.
Dammit, she needed sex. And if she hadn't been so stupid, by now Aidan could have had his long, hard cock buried deep inside her, making her scream with a desperately needed orgasm.
But no, she'd been stupid. Now she'd have to do it herself.
The thought made her shudder, and she contemplated lying down on the bed and stroking her clit to a quick orgasm. Heaven knows it wouldn't take long. The tension had been building all day. That's probably why she'd had that strange orgasm in the casino. She'd held too much inside for too long and the dam had simply burst. Once it had, it continued to refill, just like now. She knew a rapid release would be in order.
But as she started to turn away from the mirror, a thought occurred to her.
What did she look like when she came?
Masturbating in front of a mirror was something she'd never done before. It had a certain wicked appeal. Especially in a well-lit room like the hotel's bathroom, with a full-length mirror on the side wall. She'd be able to see everything.
Her pulse raced at the thought, and knew she had to do it. Reaching for the clasp at her neck, she released her hair and let it flow down her shoulders and across her breasts. Then she slowly undid the button and pulled her dress down, sliding the silk against her already swollen nipples.
She gasped at the sensation of the soft fabric massaging her skin, and glanced again at the mirror. Her hair covered her breasts and she looked like a modern Lady Godiva. She swept her hair behind her back and examined her breasts.
They were swollen, as were her nipples. Her breasts might be small, but she had nice nipples. Little pink areolas and large rounded nipples that were extremely sensitive to touch.
Most especially sensitive to Aidan's touch. Her nipples tingled as she recalled his hands, much larger than hers, sweeping over her breasts, enticing the buds to stand up and beg for his mouth.
Oh, she wanted his mouth on her aching breasts so much right now.
But, Aidan wasn't there. So she'd have to imagine him there, wish for him there, want him there. At least in her mind. She closed her eyes and conjured up a vision of him, standing with her in the bathroom.
What she wouldn't give to make that vision a reality.
A sudden shock of electric desire coursed through her body. Nearly painful in its intense pleasure, it rocked her until she had to brace herself to keep from wobbling.
Wow. What was that? Was she so turned on at the mere thought of Aidan that just picturing him and wishing for him could set her senses on fire?
The room heated suddenly, as if all the air had been sucked out through the vents. A fine sheen of perspiration settled between Melissa's breasts as the humidity in the room rose.
She was hot. Burning up inside and out, but she couldn't, wouldn't stop. Sliding her hands over her stomach, she pushed the dress down her hips, letting it puddle on the floor. Then she turned to the full-length mirror and surveyed her body.
A patch of fine, blonde hair covered her mound. She shaved everywhere else, preferring smooth pussy lips despite the fact that they were rarely seen, touched or kissed by a man. But Aidan had touched her there.
And now, she would as well. Only her touch would be his. She spread her legs and looked in the mirror as she moved her hands toward her sex, teasing herself just a little, knowing what was going to happen but wanting to delay the pleasure for a few more seconds.
The room was covered in a fine mist. Humid droplets rained down on her hair and face, covering her breasts and lower. She could barely breathe from the blanket of heat surrounding the room.
But still she didn't stop.
Tentatively, she eased her fingers between the folds of her labia, jumping when they slid over her clit. She paused there, circling the erect nub with her thumb a few times, then threw her head back and moaned with the wicked delight of sensations spiraling through her.
Her pussy was damp, like the rest of her, her juices flowing over her fingers as she slid a couple between the soft folds and stroked.
"Why aren't you here, Aidan?" she whispered to the empty room. "I need you to touch me."
No one answered, but the mist enveloped her, briefly cooling her heated skin. It seemed to soak deep inside her, becoming a part of her.
She gasped when another shock of pleasure raced through her, and quickened the pace of her fingers along the folds of her pussy. Every time she brushed her clit she sucked in her bottom lip and whimpered, wanting desperately for Aidan's lips to cover the swollen nub and suck it deep inside.
"Oh dear God," she moaned when a wet warmth surrounded her clit, almost as if in answer to her silent pleas.
With relentless pursuit of a climax she continued on, her movements increasing in time to the pressure against her sensitive bud. Pressure she wasn't putting there, but remained nonetheless. She'd given up trying to figure out where the incredible sensations came from, only that it was as intense as anything she'd ever felt.
Unable to stand upright any longer, she leaned over the bathroom counter and braced her hands on the cool, misty marble.
Then she spied the wooden hairbrush near the sink, peering at her reflection through the wet fog.
Yes, she needed something inside her pussy, something to pound away at the ache that wouldn't go away, something hard to take her over the edge before she dropped to the floor in sexual agony.
She smiled at the wicked woman in the mirror and reached for the brush, its smooth, thick handle a cool relief as she grasped the bristled end in her palm and brought the brush behind her.
Bending over at the waist, she slipped the brush over her buttocks and further down, knowing as soon as she'd found the mark she sought. The brush slid easily between the wet folds of her pussy, and without another thought she slipped it inside.
Oh, it was heaven. Heaven and hell and sweet, blissful torture. She pulled it out, just a little, stroked her clit and lips, then slid it back in a little further this time.
"Yes, like that," she whimpered, not sure to whom she was speaking, but wishing that she could look in the mirror and find Aidan's handsome face smiling behind her, his hands holding her hips steady as he rocked his hard shaft deep inside.
The brush was his cock sliding inside her. Long and thick filling her until she could take no more. She imagined Aidan's grip intensifying on her hips as she pulled back the brush and thrust again. Her body sucked the handle deeper inside, refusing to let it go.
"Fuck me, Aidan," she whispered. "Fuck me hard."
The huge object plunged deep inside, eliciting a scream of pleasure from her. She pushed back against the imaginary Aidan, rewarded when she imagined hearing a male grunt of pleasure.
"Yes, oh yes, harder, "she cried. " Make me come, Aidan."
The hands on her buttocks squeezed hard, ramming the long, thick member so deep inside she felt it in her belly. She gave what she got, bucking back against him as the first waves of her climax washed over her.
The mist began to fall like a soft rain, soaking her skin, her hair, the entire room as jolt after jolt of pleasure arced through her. Her pussy flooded with the juices of her orgasm and the hard object inside strained. The Aidan she imagined in her fantasies groaned loudly and shot a hot stream of come deep into her core.
She panted, nearly breathless, and held on to the countertop until the world stopped spinning. When she finally opened her eyes and peered in the mirror, she was completely dry. Her skin, other than a fine veil of sweat, had no more been rained on than the dry French Quarter outside. There was no storm, no thunder, no lightning, no rain--inside or outside.
The hairbrush, soaked with her juices, lay on the floor next to her feet.
She was completely alone in the room, having had an incredibly real fantasy that had caught her up in a maelstrom of earth shattering delight until she couldn't tell fantasy from reality.
With a sigh she turned on the shower. While she waited for the water to heat up, she heard the sound of distant t
hunder.
Maybe a storm was coming after all.
Chapter Seven
Bound and determined to change things between her and Aidan, Melissa charged into the hotel's conference room. She was tired of being alone, tired of masturbating herself to orgasm, and was more than ready for some rip-roaring sex of the Aidan Storm variety.
Yes, she'd screwed up with Aidan. She should have taken the hot sex he offered instead of worrying about where it would lead.
It wasn't going to lead anywhere. They both knew that, and it was time she stopped trying to make a relationship out of a little casual fling. He wanted the sex, she sure as hell needed it, and she was going to get it.
She'd even dressed a little differently today. A suit as usual, but this time she'd chosen one with a little more color. The green matched her eyes, and the skirt was a tad on the short side. Which was just fine. The more skin she revealed, the better. Instead of her usual short-sleeved silk blouse, she'd slipped on a white silk camisole that hugged her breasts.
Today might be a working day, but that was no reason to miss an opportunity for a little seduction. By the end of the day she'd have Aidan ready and willing to fuck her until she screamed.
She set her briefcase on the table and looked around, disappointed that he wasn't there waiting for her. The smell of strong coffee sailed under her nostrils and she strolled to the bar and poured a cup. She turned quickly and smiled as the door opened.
Only it wasn't Aidan, it was Shannon.
"Morning," she waved and grinned. "I thought I smelled coffee in here and the pot by my office is empty. I started a brew but I was too lazy and too desperate for caffeine to wait. And why am I explaining all this in such boring detail, anyway?"
Melissa laughed. "I know the feeling. I have a tendency to over-explain myself on a regular basis."
"Mind if I sit?" Shannon asked, pointing to one of the empty chairs.
"Not at all."
Shannon slipped in to a chair. She looked so cool and professional, no matter what time of the day or night Melissa saw her. Today she was dressed in a pale blue dress. Simple, yet very crisp. Her hair, thick and soft like fine sable, lay straight against her shoulders.
"How goes the marketing plan?" Shannon asked.
"Slow," Melissa admitted. "We have so much leg work to do first to make sure we have all our ducks in a row, that we haven't really settled on the official strategy yet."