They texted all week and talked on the phone a couple of times. Andrew picked her up a little before six Thursday evening, and they stopped for dinner in Clearwater before checking into their room there. It was located just minutes from the airport, and he could leave his car parked there for free over the weekend.
He collapsed face-first onto the bed closest to the AC unit along the far wall. “Yay, a bed I don’t have to make.”
“A whole weekend of beds you don’t have to make. Oh, hope you don’t mind but, when I stay somewhere, I usually don’t have housekeeping service the room. I prefer my privacy.”
He rolled over. “That’s fine, as long as you don’t hog all the towels.” He grinned. “Or the toilet paper.”
If nothing else, she’d have a fun weekend alone with a guy she was looking forward to getting to know better. “I promise if we run out of TP, I’ll walk down to the front desk and get us more.”
“Atta girl. Take one for the team.” He rolled back onto his stomach. “Just promise not to molest me in my sleep or awaken me before daylight. Except on Monday.”
“So I can molest you on Monday?”
He snorted and rolled onto his side to face her. “I thought you wanted to have some talks first? I’m okay with wild, hotel, monkey sex.”
“Depending on how Saturday goes, I might let you liquor me up and spank the hell out of me Saturday night to get my mind off things.”
He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to meet her gaze. “In all seriousness, if you want to play this weekend, all you have to do is ask. I’m never going to force myself on you. And if you want to get drunk and have me be your DD, I’m good with that, too. But I won’t play with one or both of us drunk.”
“No morning remorse, huh?”
“Well, maybe, but without the annoying hangover or missing memory.” He patted the edge of the bed next to him, and she moved to sit next to him, cuddling with him like they did during aftercare following a scene. With his arms folded around her, her head against his chest, it was horribly tempting to say fuck the flight and fuck the trip and just spend the whole weekend there in that room with him.
“Thank you again for coming with me,” she softly said.
He kissed the top of her head. “Hey, even if this is as sexy as the trip gets, I still mean it that I’m happy I could be here for you as a friend.”
She looked up at him.
Part of her wanted to throw herself at him right then.
Fortunately for her, he wasn’t that kind of Dom. He was a gentleman, even if he could shred her ass and leave her feeling the good kind of pain and bruises.
Before he could pull away, she brushed a kiss across his lips. “Sorry about the drinking comment. I wasn’t thinking about what you went through with your ex.”
His expression softened. “I appreciate that, but that wasn’t why I said it. I mean it that I don’t want to fuck things up with you.” He smiled. “And if I take really long showers this weekend, and you need to use the toilet, you might have to knock to interrupt me. I’ll leave the door unlocked and promise not to peek.”
“Yeah, well, if you come out of the bathroom and hear a weird buzzing, you might want to go back into the bathroom again for a few minutes.”
He snorted. “Maybe we need to discuss orgasm play sooner rather than later. Not like we didn’t exchange test results already.” They had early on, because it simplified things in case they’d decided to take their play to a more sexual level. No extra delays needed. Neither of them had been sleeping with anyone else, and Andrew wasn’t doing any intimate kind of play with others.
“How about we tentatively schedule a session for Saturday night after I survive the afternoon with my family?” she suggested. “I’ll probably need a spanking and orgasms then.” She stared into his eyes, hard. “And I’d be happy to give you a blow job. Or…more.”
* * * *
Somehow, they’d taken a hard left turn—and he did mean hard—from teasing and playful into sexy and serious.
“How about we call that a date?” he said after swallowing to regain spit so he could talk. “With the caveat that I won’t hold it against you if you change your mind. You haven’t had to try to wake me up early in the morning. You might hate me before we even get to the airport tomorrow.”
She had this adorable little snorting laugh that he loved hearing her make. “I’ll take you grouchy and undercaffeinated over some of my relatives.”
“Again, don’t be so sure.”
He opted to wear a pair of boxers to sleep in that he’d brought specifically for that purpose. She wore an oversized T-shirt and panties—more than she normally wore when they scened, but it still looked sexy on her.
Fortunately, he had his laptop open on his lap, and the sheet pulled up, so she couldn’t spot his reaction to her choice in sleepwear.
Man, this might be a longer weekend than I thought it’d be.
Unless, that was, Rachel was serious about taking things further.
His usual routine after they played and said good night for the evening, either outside the club or after a private party, was for him to go home, take a shower, and masturbate to memories of playing with her.
Just like he’d done after dropping her off at her place last Saturday night.
Okay, so I’m a fucking idiot.
The “perfect” woman for him had been in front of him the whole time. He’d just been too scared of getting burned again—or scaring Rachel away—to grow a set and say something.
Some fucking Dom I am.
They spent the rest of the evening talking, defining limits and boundaries—not very many—before they made love again and fell asleep.
The next morning, Rachel awoke in Andrew’s bed, draped over him, his warmth a nice contrast to the chill in their room. She got up, dashed over to the AC unit and bumped the heat up a few degrees, then hit the bathroom before returning to bed.
Based on the light outside, it couldn’t be much later than seven, meaning they could sleep in.
As she snuggled up against him again, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “No fair escaping.”
“I wasn’t, Sir.”
He opened his eyes and stared at her. “We okay?”
“As long as I keep the hand sanitizer off the nightstand, yeah.”
He snorted. “I can laugh about that now, but I’ll admit I was beginning to think we were cursed. The cousins, my quick-draw cock, that. Holy hell.”
She stroked his arm. “You haven’t even met most of my family yet. You sure you want into this madness?”
He kissed her, one hand cupping the back of her neck.
Why had she waited this long to have sex with him?
Oh, yeah. Stupidity.
He rolled on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress, his hands finding hers and pinning her hands over her head. “Stay,” he whispered before disappearing under the covers.
She didn’t have to wonder long what he was doing. He nudged her thighs apart and buried his face between them, making her moan.
As she squirmed against his mouth, his talented tongue and lips did delicious things to her clit and pussy. It didn’t take long for him to make her come the first time, but he was an overachiever. He barely let her cool off, drawing circles around her clit with his tongue, before he started working her up again.
This time, he took her right to the edge, but didn’t let her get over. One finger, then two slid into her pussy, followed by a third.
Just as she thought maybe he was about to get her over, he stopped.
“You got batteries for that vibrator?”
She had to swallow before she could form words. “Yes, Sir. In my suitcase.”
He was up and out of bed, and when he returned a moment later, he clicked the vibrator on, then off again. He rolled her over and nudged her up onto her knees, shoulders on the bed, ass in the air.
She moaned into the pillow as he slowly started fucking the silent vibrator into her pussy, not happy until he had it all the way in, apparently.
Then she felt him reach for something, followed by the cool feel of lube down the crack of her ass.
“This is lube,” he confirmed. “I double-checked.”
Her breath came in quick gasps, knowing what he was about to do.
She confessed to him the night before that she’d wanted to try anal with him.
She just hadn’t expected him to be this frisky without coffee.
He leaned in and bit her right ass cheek, hard, then her left. “I want you to think of this every time you sit down today,” he said. “That way, any bad thoughts in your brain will have to struggle against the memory of me doing this to you, and you wanting me to do it to you again.”
He turned the vibrator on low as he worked one, then two, then three fingers into her ass, slowly stretching her and making her moan, but not letting her get off yet. Then he wiped his hand on a towel he’d also brought out, grabbed one of the condoms and sheathed himself in it, and slowly pressed the head of his cock against her ass.
She moaned, trying to rock back and forth against him, but his hands held her hips still. “Shh, pet. Let me drive.”
She squirmed and begged him to go faster, but he wouldn’t be rushed. The low, humming vibration of the toy buried in her pussy still wasn’t enough to get her off, just enough to offset the burning pinch of how stretched she felt by his cock and the toy at the same time.
It was only when she felt his thighs pressed against the backs of hers that he let go of her hips and stroked her back. “Okay, baby,” he said. “Go ahead and fuck me.”
She started rocking, pushing up on her arms and thrusting back against him, loving how full she felt with his cock and the toy stuffed inside her. He reached around her and felt for the vibrator’s switch, turning it to high.
Rachel’s arms gave out as the orgasm slammed into her. With her face buried in her pillow, she cried out in pleasure, writhing against Andrew and impaling herself even more deeply as the hardest climax she’d ever felt in her life washed through her. Andrew grabbed the toy and started fucking her with it, even as he fucked her with his cock, see-sawing them back and forth inside her, drawing out her release and triggering another one.
She bucked against him hard, wanting both him and the vibrator deep inside her, but he let out a pained gasp and fell over backward.