A Night at the Wesley (2 page)

“Have a seat.”
The huskiness in her voice surprised her and she headed to the mini-fridge with
dogged determination. After so long, why was the shyness that had crippled her
early years creeping up her spine and turning the simple task of pouring a
glass of wine into a monumental test of her dexterity?

You have faced
some of the most arrogant men on the East Coast and never flinched
, she
told herself. Surely, she could meet the gaze of Noah Cohen.

Squaring her
shoulders and shaking her hair back, she turned to find that Noah had chosen to
sit in the office chair. She handed him the glass which he raised to lips
immediately and swallowed, his eyes focused on the hem of the robe that landed
just above her knees.

“Noah.” Sitting
down on the edge of the bed, she slowly crossed her legs. “Why corporate law?”

His hand
tightened around the glass and he swiveled abruptly away from her. “You know
what you’re doing to me, right?” His voice was a deep, low rasp.

“What?” She walked
slowly over to him. Her hands hovered, trembling, for a moment and then with
great effort she began to massage his shoulders. “I never thought you were
attracted to black women.” She kept her voice low so that the shakiness
wouldn’t be as obvious.

Noah groaned
softly and eased his body forward in the chair as her hands moved lower. No
longer on the defensive, she was reinvigorated and bent to whisper in his ear.  “All
those pretty brunettes. Remember?”

His groans
became louder, as she planted soft kisses over the curve his ear to the nape of
his neck. His head rolled languidly to his chest, giving her room to nibble across
the back of his neck to his other ear. Sucking his earlobe into her mouth, she
twisted her hand into his hair and pulled his head back against the chair; her
free hand snaked over his shoulder on a downward journey past his chest.

He sucked in
his breath hard and grabbed her hand, securing it just above his waistband.
“You really want to do this?”

She flicked
her tongue into his ear before whispering, “The question posed to the floor,
counselor, is… Do you?”

His answer
came quicker than she’d expected. She found herself being half-pulled by his
hand twisting into her hair and half-pushed by his quick steps over to the bed
that dominated the small space. “It’s up to me?” he asked, lifting her onto the
bed.

Connie only
nodded, her eyes peering at the gorgeous body that was revealed as Noah peeled
off his conservative blue shirt and khaki pants. Looking up to the once soft
brown eyes now burning with a dark light, she wondered if she had been too
hasty in her choice for a seduction candidate.
What had happened to this
boy? Oh yeah, he had grown into a man.

Her breath
stuck in her chest as he reached down to undo the bow with one quick tug at her
waist and slid in next to her. Holding her against his chest with one arm
around her waist and the other curled between her shoulder blades, he kissed
her. A shy law student’s dreams were coming true with each lash of his tongue
over hers. She wanted to savor the taste of him, tequila and orange juice, but
his kiss was demanding and biting.

She struggled
to pull her head back, but he held her fast. Pushing his tongue further into
the recesses of her mouth, he twisted his hand into her hair to ensure her
compliance. She needed to gain equilibrium from the dizzying effects of the all-consuming
crush of his mouth and maybe be an active participant in what was supposed to
her seduction of him.

Tilting her
hips forward, she rubbed her aching sex against the hard muscles of his
stomach. She groaned having found some relief from the intense throbbing between
her legs and increased the pressure. Noah’s pulled his head back and slid his
hand over the curve of her ass, squeezing her as she circled her hips against
him. “Ahhh…ahhh”

“Take this
off.”  He jerked at the robe with a wild look in his dark eyes.

Oh, shit!
She had always known there was passion boiling beneath his conservative
appearance and sat up quickly, removing the robe to reveal her bare breasts and
the multi-colored thong. His hands skimmed over her neck, down to cup her
breasts, then to her stomach which twitched under his soft touch.

“Panties,” he
commanded.

She lifted her
hips off the bed, wriggling the thong down her hips and tossed it aside. Noah
lowered his body onto hers, softly kissing along her neck. “I’m glad you want
this,” he murmured against her throat as he slid his fingers gently into her
and claimed her mouth again.

He pushed her further
back into the pillows and began a slow circle of his thumb around her clit. Her
body was tingling, twitching off the bed. “I’ve always wanted you.” He
whispered in her ear before resuming his deep kiss. The soft, sweet words, the
delicious twirl of his tongue over hers, the incredible pressure of his fingers
massaging her from the inside sent her over the edge with a delirious cry of
release.

She was dimly
aware that he had gotten up from the bed, leaving her to regain control of her
hampered breathing and still her body against the convulsions that twisted her
body across the course comforter.

Noah eased
down between her legs; the mischievous grin across his face matched the playful
glint in his eyes. “The question on the floor, counselor, is…Whether or not you
like it from behind?” Though she couldn’t speak her breath still too rapid, she
flipped onto her stomach, making sure that her leg grazed him from shoulder to hip.

“Naughty,
girl.” He smacked her ass and she squirmed. The sensations that were abating roared
through her with renewed intensity. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she hissed
through her clenched teeth. The sting from his hand shot tingly spikes up her
spine. “I like that.”

“Good.” He
pushed her knees roughly up to her elbows and her back bowed in anticipation.
“You know I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this. Remember those short shorts
you used to wear?” His voice was low almost a whisper as he gently glided his
hands over the cheeks of her ass.

“You made me
crazy with those shorts.” His soft touches made her groan, making the waiting
unbearable as her inner muscles clenched and a trickle began to burn through
her. He continued the circling of his hands over her ass, squeezing and kissing
and setting her skin ablaze.

She pushed
back against him and he smacked her hard on the left cheek and then right. “Ahhh!”
she cried out and arched forward onto her elbows. She was shaking, groaning and
so close to her climax that she was sure that it only take another soft touch
and she would be flying again.

“Please, Noah.”
She pushed her ass backward. He rewarded her with another hard smack and then slipped
his fingers into her. “Oh, fuck…”

She was a
sudden jumble of powerful sensations. There was the devilish sting of his hands
across her ass, the immense fullness of his fingers jabbing in and out her, and
the hot wash of his breath across her back. She let go, soaring past the height
of the popcorn ceiling into the swirling snow that blanketed the windows.

~~~

Concentrating
on the pale beige wall, Noah slid his dick in and out of her. She gripped him
like a vice and he tightened his hands around her hips trying desperately to
control the impact of her ass against his pelvis. She was taking him faster
than he wanted and for the first time in years he was helpless to stop the
implosion. He held her wriggling hips against him as he climaxed, grunting out
her name.

Exhausted and
still groaning, he crumpled down onto the pillows. She was beautiful, lying
next to him and smiling that killer smile. He closed his eyes, pulling her
close to him.

~~~

Connie
wriggled out of Noah’s long arms and legs and slipped into the bathroom. The
harsh overhead lighting showed what she’d feared. Her hair was a mess. Not a
cute tousled look, but locks that were sticking oddly up and out in all
directions like she’d been blasted by a leaf blower.

She brushed
her hair into a ponytail and grabbed a wash cloth to tackle the smeared
eyeliner and puffy lips. Noah had kissed her hard. She had suspected that the quiet
and polite Noah was a good lover. Four years in the army before starting
college and traveling around the world. He was sure to have learned some
things.

She giggled
thinking that he was always such a good student and scrambled back out to the
bedroom. He was awake and bending over the mini-fridge. “Did the Wesley give
you these?” He stood up holding up two bottles of water.

They faced
each both naked and at ease.

“No, I stopped
at the store on the corner,” she laughed and rolled her eyes. They hopped into
bed and Connie pulled the comforter around them.

“Hmmm, I
thought it was something special for just the beautiful people.”

“Whatever!” She
laughed, setting her water down on the opposite table, and snuggled down next
to him tracing her fingers along the grooves outlining his stomach muscles. It
was already four.

Noah’s hand
slipped over hers and he brought it to his lips, kissing over each of her
knuckles. The delicate touch of his lips tickled her and she giggled.

“You are
beautiful. I’ve always thought so.” His voice was soft like it had been before
he kissed down her spine, but the seriousness in his eyes zapped the
playfulness in the room in an instant.

Why had he
accepted her invitation?

“Yeah, right.”
She pulled her hand from his and resumed her fingers’ trailing beneath the
coarse cotton sheets. “So why didn’t you ever ask me out, huh?” She twirled her
finger into the wisps of hair just above…His hand grabbed hers again and in the
quiet room, she heard him swallow hard.

“I was older
than you and you were such a sweet girl…”

“You don’t
think I’m sweet, now?” She joked trying to lighten the mood and get them back
on track for their early morning.

He flipped her
over onto her back, staring down at her. The soft brown eyes were blazing. “I
was always attracted to you, Connie. But back then you were always talking
about wanting a boyfriend and I wasn’t ready for that.”

“Well thanks
for being so considerate of my feelings.” She widened her legs so that he
slipped perfectly in between and hugged his hips with her thighs. “And don’t
worry. I haven’t been pining for you for the last ten years.” She leaned up and
smacked his lips, ready for a reciprocating kiss.

Instead his
serious gaze remained, catching her breath in her chest. “I’ve thought about
you. About what it would have been like if I’d brought you that drink instead
of Andy.”

“Then we’d be
divorced and not enjoying our night at the Wesley.”

Snaking her
hands into his hair, she pulled him down. Kissing him hard to stop whatever was
coming next. She lashed her tongue around his mouth, not releasing his hair
from her curled fist until he was moaning and kissing her back with the same voracity.
Most importantly he was not trying to talk.

Snapping her
head back with a grin, she scooted down into the bed and sucked his small dusty
rose nipple into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth. “Oh, baby”, he groaned
and shifted so that he was on his back and she could explore.

Crisis
averted.

Hopping up
next to him on her knees, she kissed from his chest down to his rippled
stomach. His groaning and twisting, spurred her on her journey down to his cock
which stood out from his body with the rigidity of a flag pole. She flicked her
tongue across the tip, before taking him into her mouth and twirling her tongue
around the smooth skin. “Shit,” he cursed softly, thrusting his hips upward.

Good
. No
more talking and she could enjoy vacation mode. Holding him firmly in her hand
she pumped him, following her twisting hand down with her cheeks pulled tightly
around his throbbing shaft. He sounded so excited and she sucked down harder,
bobbing her head in rhythm with the thrust of his hips and the soft sounds of
his moans.

“Enough,” he
hissed and snapped her head back. Within seconds, he was ripping open the last of
the foil packets and pushing all the way into her in one swift heart-stopping
motion. He intertwined his hands with hers and glow from his eyes was
mesmerizing, too much to take.

She closed her
eyes to ride the waves of ecstasy caused by the forceful bucking of his hips. It
was rare that she didn’t have to adjust her position so that a guy could hit
the right spot. Noah was perfect, twisting his body so that his stomach tickled
her exposed clit while maintaining the pounding rhythm of his thick cock in and
out of her. “That’s soo…soo..”  She wanted him to know how good she felt, but
it was hard to talk.

So she
screamed, succumbing to the sensations that had ignited her skin. If he didn’t
come soon, she would burn through the cheap bedding and set the building on
fire. Plunging into her twice more, Noah’s body stiffened and he found his
release with a loud heart pounding wail.

His limp body
fell immediately atop hers and she wrapped him in her arms. She tried to float peacefully
back down to reality without the nagging tug of the small thought that had entered
into her fevered brain.
I’ve thought of you, too.

~~~

Connie slipped
down into a plush, brightly upholstered armless chair near a roaring fire in
the five-star lounge. After an afternoon in the luxurious spa being massaged
and manicured, she was spent. The delectable dinner of crepe lasagna, berry
rich merlot and a slice of the heavenly Death by Chocolate cake had lulled her
body into a stupor of bliss.

There had been
no skiing today as the early winter storm moved south instead of east. It
hadn’t mattered. The ski lodge provided every other possible comfort with the
added bonus of hunky Brazilian soccer players prowling the grounds. So why was
her mind drifting to a slender, attorney in need of a tan?