Leverage (Part Three)(9)

“You sure know how to kiss a woman,” Ally said, grinning. “I can’t wait to see what you can do in the sack. I’ve only been with four guys in my life. This trip is supposed to help me get over my shithead boyfriend who dumped me for another woman.”

He paused, smothering his annoyance at her sharing and forcing a smile. “Well, then we’ll just have to make sure No. 5 is the fuck of your life.”

“That would be awesome,” she giggled and eagerly followed him into the hotel room. Once inside, she gasped at the fine furnishings and it was at that moment she realized he must be loaded to stay in a room like this, which he was. He smiled and poured himself a drink. He’d need scotch to get the taste of mint gum from his mouth. “Anything for you?” he asked solicitously. She nodded and indicated she’d have whatever he was having, and he poured a finger, knowing the girl probably hadn’t sucked down anything better than the rot-gut whiskey served at cheap bars and he didn’t want to waste it. She accepted the glass and downed it, without savoring a hint of the flavor, and grinned like a freshman who’d somehow been given an invitation to party with the seniors. Let’s get this party started already. If he didn’t get things going, nothing was going to happen at all. After a generous swallow, he gazed at her from above the rim of his glass, and said in a firm voice, “Take off your clothes. Slowly.” She bit her lip and nodded as she set down her empty glass on the marble tabletop and began slipping out of her sarong, letting it fall to the floor with a soft swish. Her compact body was petite but strong. Nice, pillowy tits bounced free from the tiny bikini top and when she shimmied from her bottoms, he was pleased to see her waxed clean. Nothing but soft, dewy skin from cleft to ass. Nice. “Turn around. Let me see your ass,” he said softly, enjoying the way she trembled. She did as he instructed and he was happy with the firm, round flesh. It would have a nice jiggle with each hard thrust, which he enjoyed very much. Of course, not as much as he enjoyed Julianna’s near-perfect ass. He hid his irritation at the intruding thought behind the rim as he downed the glass. “Touch yourself,” he said roughly and she gasped as if shocked and embarrassed. He tsked and placed his glass down before walking to her, handling her softly, trailing his finger down her arm, causing her to shiver. “You can’t tell me a beautiful woman such as yourself has never touched her own pussy? I find that hard to believe…”

“I…do,” she admitted, suddenly shy. “But I’ve never done it in front of anyone else.”

“Then you’re missing out on all the fun,” he said, adding in a sultry whisper, “I think it’s hot watching a woman finger herself. Won’t you do that for me?”

“Y-yes,” Ally said, breathing heavy at the idea.

“Good girl,” he said, walking her to the bed. He gave her a little push and she went to the bed, her breasts bouncing nicely with the motion. “Now show me what makes you wet, little Ally-cat.”

She slid her finger down to her slit and shuddered as she pushed her own finger between the folds. “Ohh,” she groaned, closing her eyes, biting her lip. “I like it…here…” she rubbed her swollen pink nub slowly, her cheeks flushing as her pleasure built and he felt his cock finally spark to life. He refused to compare how every little sound Julianna made him harder than granite and how when she rolled her hips, it was more sensual than hard-core dirty. Ally was working herself good, making little pants and grunts that were worthy of an AVN award and it was enough to get him primed but there was little satisfaction. Fuck! He ripped his shirt off and his cargo shorts followed as he roughly palmed his cock, demanding it to perform but it was his brain that wasn’t cooperating. He swallowed hard and knew that he had two choices: one; tell Ally this wasn’t working for him and run the risk of looking like a complete jackass who couldn’t deliver what he promised or two; he could close his eyes and pretend the woman in his room was Julianna just so he could get through it. Those were his options? They both fucking sucked. But screw it! He wasn’t going to let this woman leave his hotel room until he’d given her what he promised. He may be jerk, but he wasn’t a liar. Just as Ally started to reach her peak, he slapped her hand away and she cried out in shock and dismay but only for a moment because seconds later, he was between her thighs, lapping at her tiny clit, gritting his teeth against the sensation that he was royally fucking up any chance he might have of winning Julianna back and pretended to enjoy the taste of a stranger against his tongue. He sucked her clit and inserted a finger, almost on autopilot, his only saving grace was imagining that it was his beautiful, responsive Julianna twisting and crying out, shaking and trembling as he worked her clit and strummed her G-spot until she was quaking like one helluva an earthquake on the Richter scale.