Belong to You(5)

"Definitely."

"Yes, I work at Heston Hotel in New York City. That's how I was able to  afford this fancy schmancy Heston Resort, they give a great employee  discount. I moved to New York from Boston last month. I'm starting all  over and doing what is right for me for a change. I'm going to start  singing with Sienna again once in a while too, now that I am back in the  same city again."

Quiet again. I turned to look at him and his face was unreadable. He  looked into my eyes and gently brushed the hair on my face back. Then he  kissed me. A different kiss from last night, not a passionate, groping  kiss, but a beautiful tender kiss. It took my breath away. I couldn't  remember the last time a kiss stirred so much inside of me. He watched  me intently as I recovered from the moment. "Room service or  Restaurant?"

I smiled at him. I wanted more than anything to say room service, but I  was enjoying making him work for it a little bit. "Restaurant."

He looked at me seriously. "Whatever you want babe. But wear a dress and  forget the underwear. I want to know that it won't take me long to bury  myself deep inside you after dinner."

I probably should have been offended by his crudeness, but instead it  turned me on. Two could play his game. "I'd like to use my first  question."

He arched one eyebrow intrigued in response.

"Do you prefer to be on the top or the bottom?" I thought I volleyed his serve.

His response was fast and dead serious. "I prefer whatever makes you  yell louder when I fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked."

I gasped at the instant visual that his words inspired in my head. Damn, I needed a cold shower.

He stood and held out his hand to help me up. He didn't let go when I  stood; instead he pulled me hard against his chest and looked down into  my eyes. "And I'm going to have you both ways tonight anyway." He smiled  an evil victorious smile and grabbed my hand and started to walk into  the resort.





Chapter 4




I drank a glass of wine, as I got ready in my room for dinner. I was  glad that Jack said he had to take care of some business before dinner,  because I needed time to pull my thoughts together. Sienna made plans to  have dinner with Tyler and we were singing at the top of our lungs as  we blasted music from my ipod. I truly missed those moments, where we  were both happy and singing and dancing. I didn't even realize how long  it had been since I felt so carefree and happy.         

     



 

I picked out a pale blue strapless dress that hugged my curves in all  the right places. It was the dress I knew looked good on me and always  brought me compliments. My legs looked long and lean under the short  skirt and the pale blue showed off my dark tan. Last time I wore it,  Michael had told me that the pale blue color in the dress matched my  eyes perfectly. I left my long hair down, framing my tan face. The dress  made me feel pretty and gave me confidence. Oddly, I wasn't feeling as  nervous as I had expected to for my dinner date, and, more specifically,  what was to come after dinner.

I was feeling good and closed my eyes as I lost myself singing along  with one of my favorite songs, when I turned and saw Jack standing in  the doorframe. He took up most of the doorway and looked freaking  amazing.

"I was enjoying the show." His voice was low and husky.

"How long were you standing there?"

"Sienna opened the door for me on her way out. You look fucking incredible."

I shook my head at his compliment and smiled, pretending I found his  words harsh. "You have such a way with words." They may not have been  the most eloquent words, but I felt them somewhere deep inside of me.  His words were raw and honest.

My comment didn't faze him in the slightest. "If I take one step into  this room, I won't get to enjoy that dress and we definitely won't be  going to a restaurant. So let's go before I eat you for dinner."

Even though he said it in jest, I knew he wasn't really kidding. I  grabbed my bag and went quickly to the door. I opened my bag to put my  room key in and a dozen condoms that must have been crammed in came  popping out.

"I am going to kill Sienna." I was completely flustered and embarrassed.

"I'm going to thank her." Jack smiled a full smile and took my hand to lead me to dinner.



I was a little nervous that dinner would be awkward because we both knew  what was going to happen afterward. But it was just the opposite. Our  conversation flowed so freely; it was hard to believe that we had only  met yesterday. We talked and teased and laughed all the way through  dinner and drinks. He ordered us a dessert I had never heard of with two  spoons and I noticed that the waiter and most of the staff all seemed  to know him by name.

"Do you come here often? Everyone seems to know your name."

"Question number two. Yes, I come here a few times a year. It's one of my favorite hotels."

"That isn't really a personal question, I don't think I should get charged for that one!" I pouted.

"Asking a person where they vacation qualifies as a personal question."

"Fine. But I want it noted that I used that one under protest."

He pretended to be serious, but I saw the corners of his glorious mouth  twitch upwards. "So noted." A pause, and then, "My turn. Are you on  birth control?"

"Question number 3. You are going to cash in all of your chips before the end of the game, if you aren't careful."

Both his eyebrows arched in surprise and he smirked, but waited for my answer.

"Yes, I'm on birth control and I just had a physical last month. I'm  clean. I thought I might save you a question and throw in the second  part for free." I arched one eyebrow and smirked back at him. "My turn.  When … " I started but was quickly interrupted by Jack.

"Save the question, I'll donate the answer. Physical. Three week ago. Clean as a whistle. Plus, I've always used a condom."

"Always?" I assumed he was exaggerating.

His face was serious. "That one's gonna cost you. Question number 3. Every. Single. Time."

I was intrigued and starting to get turned on. It wasn't typical first  date conversation, but yet it seemed oddly normal to have the  conversation with him. "And you want your first time without one to be  with me?"

"Question number 4. More than I've ever wanted anything." He ran his  fingers through his sexy hair. Jack had the type of hair that looked  like he just had sex and I was more than a little jealous that it was  his fingers delving into his hair, and not mine. But I was glad to see  that he had a tell, the first sign that our conversation was starting to  affect him too. He caught my eyes, "I want to feel every bit of you.  Then I want to pump myself into you so far that you can feel it seep  deep into your body."

Oh. My. God. I had to recross my legs and clamp my thighs tightly together to keep my body from responding to just his words.

"Are you wearing underwear?" His voice was low and raspy. I heard the desire pour from his words.

"Question number 4." I bit my lip and hesitated for a brief second.  "No." I barely finished my word when Jack had lifted me up and out of my  seat and grabbed my hand heading for the door. We passed the waiter  bringing out dessert as we flew by him.         

     



 

"Put it on my room, Eduardo." He yelled to the poor confused waiter  without slowing down his pace. I had to practically run behind him just  to keep up with the pace that he was dragging me at.



I struggled to keep up as we weaved through the hotel hallways. We  arrived at the elevator and neither of us said a word as we got in,  finding an older couple already occupying the car. Jack stood close  behind me and inserted a room key into the control panel, wrapping his  arms tightly around my waist as the car began to travel.

I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and I was certain that the  couple next to us could too. The car stopped to let out the couple and  the tension grew as the doors closed leaving us alone in the car. Jack  pushed a button on the panel and I felt his mouth on my neck from behind  me. His wet full lips kissed and sucked at the tender spot between my  neck and shoulder. A small moan escaped my lips and he responded by  pressing my front up against the mirrored car wall. The palms of my  hands were spread wide against the cold hard mirror and my face turned  to its side, the cold not helping to reduce the heat in my body. He  kissed my neck, tracing his tongue up from my collarbone to my ear. I  could feel his arousal as he pushed his front gruffly into my back,  cornering me in between his hold and the wall.

His hands reached down to the outside of my things, burning a trail of  heat as they felt their way slowly from my thighs around to my bare ass.  I gasped as he lifted my skirt and pushed his hard body deeper into my  bare back. I was desperate to feel him against me, skin against skin. He  bit my ear and I stopped breathing, as I waited in anticipation for his  traveling hands as they reached around me and slowly moved down from my  belly button, finally reaching my swollen clit.