Authors: Andrew Hess
“So,” Evan began, as he attempted to break the ice. He was unsure where to direct the topic of conversation. Usually it was instilled upon him by those he hung out with. His friends, his family, and his co-workers always dictated the topics and pace of the discussions. He took a deep breath and launched into a number of topics, trying to find out as much as he could about his date.
He found out she was an avid movie and T.V. aficionado, but mostly focused on mysteries, police shows, and her secret love for dance shows while they sampled the eggplant rollatini. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over his choice of wine, knowing white wine should not be paired with red sauce. Sara spoke about her job as an orderly at a local hospital while going to school to be a home health care professional while they waited for the entrees to arrive.
The interruption of the waiter bringing out the main course allowed for a change in conversation, which focused on Evan. The savory Chicken Concetta couldn’t deter Sara from asking everything she could about Evan and his life as an author. Due to the flow of wine filling their glasses as they ate, Evan and Sara held nothing back.
“Is there anything else I can get for you,” the waiter asked.
“Do you wanna stick around and get dessert or drinks,” Evan asked.
“I’d love to.” Sara asked for another bottle of wine and saw the look Evan gave her when the waiter walked away. “What? You said your agent’s personal assistant was taking care of it. Let’s enjoy the night.” She moved her chair closer to Evan’s.
He took Sara’s hands in his, feeling the soft silkiness of her skin pressed against his warmth sent a prickling sensation up their arms. They longingly into each other’s eyes as they moved closer. Their lips were inches from each other as they gently touched.
“Uh hem,” the waiter said loudly enough to cause Evan and Sara to pull back from the kiss. Their cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Should I open the bottle, or would you like it to go?”
They knew this was the waiter’s way of asking them to leave before they made a scene. Evan eyed Sara up, “we’ll take it to go.”
The limo door opened. Their bodies entered and waited for the driver to roll up the partition. Sara turned to Evan with hunger in her eyes. She felt his hand reach behind her head, pulling her closer to his body. Their lips met in a passionate embrace. The cold bottle of wine slowly slipped from her fingertips.
“Wait,” she regretfully said while breaking away from Evan. She held up the bottle and quickly placed it in the cooler filled with ice. “Now, where were we?”
With a lustful glare in her eyes, Sara inched towards him. The desire she hid all night was bubbling at the surface, waiting for the right time to unleash it. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket, launching herself at him, pummeling Evan with kisses.
His tongue swept the crease of her lips, begging for entry, finally gaining the access it craved. Sara parted her mouth, sucking on Evan’s bottom lip. She heard him groan softly as her fingers played with his wavy light brown hair. Evan’s hands gripped her waist, pulling Sara onto his lap. She could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her. Her heartbeat quickened as his hands traveled down her body, softly stroking her thighs.
She could sense Evan was losing control. His eyes screamed how bad they wanted her, but knew he was restraining himself. As much as she wanted him, she knew it would be a mistake for their first time to be in a limo.
Sara felt Evan pull away and watched him press the button for the intercom. “Can you take us back to my hotel?”
“Certainly sir.”
Sara didn’t know how much time they had before they arrived at their destination, but the burning desire to be with Evan was preventing her from restraining herself. Her fingers grabbed Evan’s tie, pulling it until their faces were less than an inch apart.
“How long do we have until we get to your hotel?”
“Ten minutes, fifteen if we’re lucky.”
A wicked smile crossed her face as she moved to his left. Her hands smoothed out his shirt as they slowly moved towards his belt. Before he could stop her, Sara’s mouth was on his while her hand rubbed the erection that strained against the fabric of his pants. Knowing Evan was distracted by her actions, Sara fumbled with the zipper until she freed the hardness that appeared to be begging for its release.
She could feel Evan flinch at her mere touch. “Sara, what the…” She pressed her lips to his, silencing his objection. Her fingers wrapped around his thick pulsating rod, stroking it against the palm of her hand. Evan pulled his mouth away from her. “Not like this.”
Sara leaned in closer, whispering in his ear. “Let me; I want to make this a night you’ll never forget.” She didn’t know what was coming over her. She never threw herself at a guy before. The men she dated were always forced to wait, and men from the clubs never had a chance. But something about Evan filled her with an uncontrollable urge that she needed to explore.
She lowered bent at the waist, keeping her eyes focused on him as her tongue grazed the tip. She could feel the chill run through Evan’s body as his hands braced against the leather seats. Seeing his reaction increased her desire to devour him. Her mouth formed an O as brought her lips around him. Her tongue snaked out, coiling around his shaft. Evan’s body shuddered as Sara took him deeper in her mouth.
Another groan escaped Evan, encouraging Sara’s pursuit of making it a memorable night. Her head slowly sucked him to the top before licking the sweet spot under the tip.
The look in Evan’s eyes told Sara he was close. She watched him grip the seatbelts, as if he were holding onto the last shred of control he had. She knew he was at the edge, and wanted to take him to the point of no return. She took him deep into her mouth again, deeper than she had previously. Her hand resumed stroking the base while her tongue encircled the sensitive spots at the top.
“Shit,” Evan blurted loudly as he pushed Sara away and fixed his boxers. His release brought a wave of intense satisfaction to Sara’s face as Evan’s body convulsed in the chair. “You,” he said while hooking a finger under her chin. “You’re in trouble when we get to the room.”
Her plump lips brushed against his gently. “Good, I can’t wait.”
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Evan
The driver pulled up to the front of the hotel and opened the door to the limo. Evan was the first to exit. His heavy breathing and flushed sweaty face was a dead giveaway.
“Are you okay sir?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just had a long day.” He turned back to the limo and held out a hand for Sara. She emerged with her dark brown slightly tossed to the left. She flattened her dress as Evan gave her hand a little squeeze.
They entered the hotel, briskly passing the front desk to avoid the judgmental stares from the hotel employees that met him the night before. Evan’s eyes swept from side to side as the approached the elevator. His finger jabbed the button anxiously until the loud ding rang overhead.
Evan entered first, pulling Sara in behind him. “Someone’s in a hurry,” she said as the doors closed behind them.
Evan pressed her against the elevator. His mouth left a trail of kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Each kiss felt like fire on her skin as if he were branding her with his lips. His fingers entwined with hers, pressed their hands against the wall.
When the doors opened, Evan led the way to his room, keeping Sara close behind. She turned on a switch in him that he didn’t know existed. He fumbled with the keycard to unlock the door and clicked on the lights. He watched her twirl with delight as she took in the spacious room. A moment was all she had before Evan’s eyes turned predatory. Thoughts of her body lying on the bed waiting for him to ravage her increased his lust filled hunger.
He moved quietly behind her, slipping his jacket off and placing it on a nearby chair. He did the same with the tie and shirt, exposing his bare chest as he approached her. His hands came around her waist, pulling her into his body. A finger stroked the side of her arm reaching her fingertips. His mouth caressed the back of her neck while he guided her body to the bed.
She turned to face him, only to be taken in his arms and gently placed on the bed. His murky brown eyes stared intently at her, savoring the moment before placing his lips on hers. Slowly he inched the dress over her hips until he hooked a finger around her white lace panties.
Sara arched her back as Evan’s relentless assault of kisses began a second wave of attack, targeting her stomach and working their way up. She leaned forward, allowing him to lift the dress over her head. The white lace bra displayed Sara’s puckering nipples. She reached back and released the straps that hid her beautiful mounds.
“You are absolutely beautiful,” Evan whispered. Heat radiated Sara’s body as Evan lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers. She moaned while arching her back. He lowered his mouth around it, capturing it between his lips.
“Ah…Evan…I want…”
He knew what she wanted, knew what she needed. She needed the type of release she had given him. His hand pushed aside the white lace panties and dipped a finger into her while his thumb rubbed her nub from side to side.
She gripped the side of his head, brought his lips to hers, as she whimpered with delight. “Yes, right there.”
Evan could feel her nails raking the back of his neck. He knew she was getting closer to a breaking point, but the thought of tasting her was overwhelming. He retreated down her body, tossing her legs over his shoulders. His face lowering until Sara could see him his forehead. His tongue flicked the nub, causing Sara’s body to shudder. One taste of her sweetness and he was hooked.
The roughness of his tongue massaged her clit. Sara’s body thrusted towards him while her hands gripped the top of his hair. “Faster baby. Please, I’m almost…” Evan listened to her words as her voice took a higher pitch. His tongue worked feverishly on her sensitive spot. Her grip tightened, her body tensed with her legs wrapped around his head. She placed a pillow over her mouth, but the words screeched through the pillow. “OH SHIT!” Her body shook, before her legs fell limply onto the bed.
Evan climbed towards the pillows. His arm snaked around her neck, letting her inch closer to place her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head. He traced a line up and down her shoulder as they drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Evan reached over to the side of the bed where Sara slept. The cool touch of the sheets alarmed him.
She’s gone
, the mere thought caused him to sit bolt upright, staring at the wrinkled sheets. He jumped out of bed to search for her, for a note, or any sign of where she may have gone.
He found his suit pants pressed and resting neatly on a hanger along with the jacket and his shirt. “How the…” He knew his clothes had been left in a ball on the floor and in on the chair. He checked the clock on the nightstand. At eight in the morning, it was too early for the cleaning service to check on him.
He found his cell next to the clock. He picked it up and found a voicemail from Kat. “Hey loverboy, hope your date went well last night. I’ll be swinging by your hotel at nine-thirty to pick you up. We’ll get breakfast and discuss today’s itinerary.”
Seeing the time, Evan jumped in the shower and started to get ready. The warm jets of water pelted his skin as images of Sara’s body quivering from the touch of just one of his fingers. The night replayed in his mind, with the limo ride home being the most memorable. He remembered the intensity in Sara’s eyes, and couldn’t wait to see it again.
A sudden knock at the door stole his attention away from his daydream.
Sara!
He turned off the water and toweled off in a hurry. Keeping the towel wrapped around his waist, he opened the door to find Kat waiting with her arms folded over her tight navy blue blouse.
“Kat, hi. I thought you weren’t coming until nine-thirty.”
She looked down, seeing the bulge pressing into the towel. “I guess someone was a little preoccupied this morning to see what time it is.”
Evan looked back at the clock. It was a quarter after nine. He spent an hour in the shower thinking about Sara and their night together. “I’m sorry. I guess I lost track of time.”
Kat scanned the room. There were no signs of women’s clothes littering the floor, and Evan’s suit was hung up neatly by the closet. “So where is she?”
“Who?”
“Your date. Did she just leave?”
“I don’t know where she went. I woke up and she was gone.”
Kat’s eyes lingered on his bulge. “I’m guessing she was that good, if she had that kind of lasting effect.”
Evan looked down, finally noticed what Kat was staring at, and shielded himself from her gaze. “Just give me a minute to get dressed.” He grabbed his suit and entered the bathroom.
“So how was the date?”
“We had a great time. We went to this nice Italian restaurant and had some wine. We came back here to uh talk and fell asleep.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you guys had a great discussion last night.” The sarcasm in Kat’s voice was blatant. “So are you planning to ‘talk’ again?”
“I don’t know. I mean she’s incredible, but she lives here in Jersey and I-I live out on Long Island. Plus, she left without saying a word this morning.”
“So you think this was a one-night stand or a groupie thing?
“I don’t know; maybe.”
“Is that what you want?” Evan thought about it. He didn’t know what he wanted with Sara, but knew it would be impossible to forget her. “That’s what I thought,” Kat said as she opened the bathroom door. “Come on; let’s go get breakfast and we’ll discuss where to go from there.”