Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel, Page 3

  At six thirty on the dot, my breath catches as I watch her walk in. She wore red… as I demanded, and I knew it would look fucking fantastic on her. The dress is practically painted on to a slamming body with the hem just hitting at mid-thigh and the low cut plumping her breasts up and over the top. It’s sexy as sin, but not slutty. She has on fire engine-red lipstick to match it, a color I hated on Marissa, but Stella wears it very well.

  I hope to have that lipstick smudged all over my cock later tonight.

  I take a sip of my whiskey and watch her over the rim of the glass as she walks to the bar. She holds her head high, her gaze roaming the room. Luckily, she doesn’t look toward the corner where I’m seated, but she makes eye contact with anyone that deigns to look back at her. Her hips swing softly, but her shoulders are held back regally.

  And those eyes… pale green loveliness sparking electric… filled with brilliance.

  I peg her as a banker or a financier.

  Tilting my glass back, I take the last swallow of Jameson and let it burn its way down my throat. She orders something from the bartender as I stand from the table and throw a twenty down. As I make my way over, I let my eyes roam down the long expanse of leg she has exposed, capped off by a pair of black heels that I wouldn’t mind being pressed into my shoulders later… if she can get her legs up that high.

  “I’ll pay for that,” I say, just as the bartender sets a glass of white wine in front of her.

  Stella turns slightly in her seat, her mouth poised open to say something. When she sees me, her eyes go wide with surprise and her mouth closes. She shamelessly runs her eyes down the length of me and when her gaze comes back up, they shine appreciatively over what she sees.

  Turning to the bartender, I hand him my credit card and nod toward Stella’s wine. “And I’ll take another Jameson neat.”

  When I turn back to Stella, her lips are pursed in amusement. I stick my hand out with a genial smile. “Mike… Number 134 at your service.”

  She laughs at my introduction, and it sounds like the beauty of when you hear church bells tolling. She places her palm in mine, and I swear, a frisson of electricity courses through me from the contact. I can’t fucking help myself because of the overwhelming need to touch her skin with my lips. Pulling her hand up, I brush a light kiss over the back and love how the smile slides off her face a bit.

  She seems confused for just a moment, and then her eyes fill with flirtation. “So, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

  Lame… so lame, yet I can’t help but laugh. “I heard there was going to be a stunningly ravishing woman at this bar tonight, and I simply had to come out and try to win her.”

  I know that was equally as lame, but I’m enjoying whatever this is we’re doing. This banter.

  She giggles and takes a sip of wine, which causes my gaze to go to her slender throat as she swallows. My lips have plans to spend a lot of time there as well.

  “I heard about this woman,” she says, setting her glass back down. Then she leans toward me and whispers, “They say she’s kind of a sure bet, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

  Fuck, she’s funny. It’s been a long time since a woman made me laugh, and that’s exactly what I do. Reaching out, I tuck a long lock of her hair behind her ear, not because it needed it, but because I need to touch her again. “I have to say, I’m beyond pleased with our match. Your picture had me entranced, but it really didn’t do you justice.”

  “You did hear the part where I said I was a sure bet, right? No need to spout compliments. I’m sleeping with you tonight.” She’s grinning at me, but I do sense a tiny bit of nervousness about her. It might be the way her hands are gripping the edge of the bar, but I don’t think Stella has much experience at this.

  Good thing I have enough for both of us.

  “Yet, I felt compelled to give it to you all the same,” I tell her smoothly. “I’m the kind of man that sort of just speaks his mind.”

  “I like that. In fact,” she says as she leans in toward me again, her perfume subtly teasing me. It’s spicy and bold… just like her. “What exactly is on your mind tonight?”

  Fuck. I could probably get arrested in thirty-seven states for what is on my mind. I bring my hand up and wrap it around the back of her head, my fingers sliding through her silky hair. Pulling her closer to me, I lean in and skim my lips along her jawline, straight toward her ear.

  I hover there a moment, and then ask, “You want to know what’s on my mind?”

  She shivers… doesn’t even attempt to hide it, and it punches straight through to my groin.

  Leaning just a tad further, I kiss her just below her ear, loving the way she trembles again. Pulling back so my lips skim the outer shell, I tell her in a quiet voice, “I’m trying to decide if I want to fuck you in the elevator or wait until we get in the room. Then I’m trying to figure out if I should fuck you missionary or from behind… probably both, and only after I’ve gone down on you.”

  She groans over those words, but I don’t let up. “Then it’s always open for debate whether I take you out on the balcony. It’s been a fantasy of mine, you see, and I made sure to reserve a room with a gorgeous view over Central Park tonight.”

  Her breath floats out of her mouth in a lovely sigh that smells of Pinot Grigio and when I pull back, I see lust clouding her face.

  Fuck finishing our drinks, I think, as I wave the bartender over.

  ***

  We take an escalator up one floor to the lobby of the hotel over Sullivan’s. I had already checked in when I arrived, and I keep my hand on the small of Stella’s back as I lead her toward the elevator. She walks with that same sexy confidence she exhibited earlier, and I don’t fail to notice the way men’s heads turn to look at her.

  It fucking pisses me off. She’s mine tonight, and I don’t like anyone but me imagining how amazingly wonderful she’s going to feel underneath my body.

  I press the elevator button, and we only wait a moment before one opens up. It’s paneled with dark mahogany, brass railings, and sumptuous, dark green carpeting. We step in, and I press the button for the top floor. Knowing that we have a bit of a ride up and because I cannot wait a minute more, I grasp Stella’s face with my hands and kiss her.

  Yes, kiss her. That intimate thing that sometimes gives me the willies because it’s too intimate.

  Yes, I kiss her deep, my tongue plunging in ruthlessly and swiping sensually around her mouth, and it in no way freaks me out. It’s bold, carnal, and immensely fucking intimate, and it only makes me crave more so I back her up against the wall of the elevator, bringing one hand between her legs. She gasps into my mouth, surprised that I truly may be fucking her in the elevator as suggested just a bit ago. Her short skirt rides up easily, and then my fingers are brushing up against what feels like lace.

  Wet lace.

  That thought causes me to groan and I ease my finger under the seam of her panties, coming up right against her lush heat. There’s no room for hesitation and I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, so I sink one finger into her all the way up to my third knuckle, fucking loving the way she gasps, starts moaning into my mouth, and then her legs start to falter. I quickly move one of my own in between hers to help hold her in place.

  So fucking hot.

  I know I don’t have time to get her off before we reach our floor, which means I certainly don’t have time to fuck her here, so I break the kiss and roam my lips along her neck lightly, moving my finger in and out of her leisurely but so very deeply. Her hips flex against me, trying to demand more, but she’s just going to have to wait.

  When the elevator chimes indicate we’ve reached our floor, I pull my hand out of her panties and pull her dress back into place in one move. Placing a kiss lightly on her nose, I grin when she mumbles, “Thanks”.

  Taking her by the hand, I lead her down to the room where I’m itching to get her naked. After walking in, I make a cursory glance out the wi
ndow, confirming the balcony over Central Park is there as requested. The room is elegant, decorated in a slick, contemporary design with sage greens and chocolate browns. A huge vase of white lilies sits on a table by the door, and I throw the room key down next to it.

  “Do you want another drink?” I ask her, and I hope she says no. My dick is aching to be inside of her.

  She lowers her gaze to the floor and shakes her head, for the first time not making eye contact with me.

  What the fuck? She’s suddenly shy? I don’t fucking believe this woman has a shy bone in her body.

  I wait until she looks back at me, and then I crook my finger at her with a sly smile… silently commanding her to come. She doesn’t hesitate and thankfully maintains eye contact with me as she walks my way, stopping right in front of me.

  Taking her hand, I rub my thumb over her skin in a very uncharacteristic, but tender move. “How often have you done this… used One Night Only?”

  Her cheeks turn rosy, but she doesn’t look away. “This is my first time.”

  Oh, baby. Practically a virgin when it comes to this type of fucking. I don’t know whether to be horrified at her inexperience or turned on by it. My cock leaps at the thought, so I guess I’m turned on.

  “Really? You seem so confident… at least, downstairs you did. Now I’m seeing it though… a touch of shyness.”

  That I intend to fuck right out of her.

  “Don’t worry,” she says, her voice sure and strong. “I’m not getting cold feet. I’m going through with this.”

  “Damn right, you’re going through with it,” I growl, and then internally wince. I hope that didn’t come off as sexually predatory as it sounded in my head. Softening my voice, I say, “I felt enough of your response in the elevator to know that. But don’t worry… tonight—I’ll lead.”

  Stella surprises me when she steps back, but her eyes are challenging. She reaches to the side of her dress and slowly drags her zipper down. She watches it descend all the way, and then looks back at me. “You can lead. But I’ll start.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. This woman could sexually torture me just with her words and honey-sweet voice.

  I look down to where her hands are resting at the base of the zipper and murmur, “By all means.”

  And yeah… fantasy porn all the way. She peels her dress off and it slithers to the floor, leaving her standing before me with pale, smooth skin and some tiny scraps of black lace. Her breasts are perfect… not overly large, but full and pushing up over the cups of her bra. Her stomach is flat, her ass nicely curved—but then again, I knew that from the snug dress she had on. Her calf muscles are well toned and flexed slightly because of the four-inch heels she’s still wearing.

  My cock… that eight-inch piece of equipment that had been jumping and twitching like an excited puppy now goes to full mast, pushing hard against my zipper. Stella’s gaze drops to my crotch, and she eyes it ardently.

  “It’s your turn to takeover,” she says with a soft smile, and I move in close to her. I graze my knuckles over the swell of her breasts, so very softly, but she purrs a little moan in the back of her throat and closes her eyes.

  “Standing up or lying down?” I ask her and her eyes snap open, slamming locked to mine. “Missionary or doggie style? Any preference?”

  I don’t care what she chooses because that’s just where we’re going to start. We’ll get through all of it tonight, and I’m not letting her out of here until I’m satisfied we’ve done justice to every bit of it.

  Stella’s gaze is filled with heat and lust, and there is nothing sexier than a horny woman who is ready to get it on. “I don’t care,” she says saucily. “As long as there’s an orgasm involved.”

  I chuckle and then sweep her up in my arms. She gasps in surprise but her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers twirling in the back of my hair.

  “I guarantee you two… to start out with,” I promise her savagely, just before I toss her on the bed.

  Never have I stripped so fast, not because I have any intention of fucking her just yet. I have other plans first. No, I’m eager to have her eyes on me.

  When I’m naked, I did just as I did the other night when I was standing at the foot of the bed looking down at… what was her name? I forget. But anyway, just as I did that night, I start stroking myself.

  Last week, I did it to make sure I was ready to go, because my boy needs to make sure he stays interested.

  Tonight, I do it just because I’m so fucking turned on by this woman that I want just a moment to feel something against my cock because I’m going to be ignoring it for a bit. I have two orgasms to hand out to Stella first, and my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

  When I’m at the point that I don’t think I can get any harder or any larger, Stella swallows hard and says softly, “I hope that will fit.”

  There is mirth in her voice, but there’s also a little hesitation. I’m a pretty big guy, but I haven’t heard a word of complaint yet. I grin down at her, “You’re funny. But no worries… I’m going to have you so wet, I’ll slide right home. Trust me.”

  Stella’s breath hitches, and I hear her mutter, “Oh, God.”

  She can pray all she wants right now, but I’m positive it’s going to be my name being called out to the heavens when I’m finished with her.

  Chapter 4

  “So, I know we won’t share any personal information about ourselves with each other,” she starts out, “but I think you look like a banker. Yes. Mike the Banker.”

  I laugh out loud, clutching at my stomach. We were talking about an exhibit at the Guggenheim when she hit me with her banker hypothesis. I’m lying on my back next to her on the bed. She’s on her back as well, our shoulders touching companionably, our hands curled around bottles of water I just retrieved from the mini fridge as we stare upward.

  I just had the motherload of all orgasms, so explosive I was on the verge of passing out for a moment. Stella’s wrecked too… she had four orgasms. Two while I ate her out… she tasted fucking divine. I wanted to give her a third that way, but she begged me to fuck her, so I did—my hand working between her legs while I pounded inside of her. She came again with a hoarse cry, then I flipped her over and took her from behind. Only after she came that fourth time did I let go, and almost gave myself a coronary in the process.

  It was just that fucking good.

  And, there’s no way I’m letting her out of this room anytime soon.

  “It’s funny,” I tell her after I take another sip of water and resume staring at the ceiling. “I have you pegged as a banker. Stella the Banker. I think that sounds right.”

  “You’re so wrong.” She giggles.

  “But you’re not going to tell me what you do for a living?” I ask as I turn on my side to face her. She moves her gaze from the ceiling to me, and her eyes are warm and filled with good nature.

  “Nope. I’ll just be Stella the Banker, to you.”

  “Stella, the unbelievably hot banker,” I amend as I reach a hand out and circle a fingertip around one nipple.

  “You make one hot banker yourself,” she says with a soft pant.

  Leaning over, I let my tongue move along the same path, lightly circling the hard nub, scraping my teeth over it. I pull it into my mouth and suck gently, causing her hands to come up and wrap around my head, holding me tight in place. Flexing my jaw, I pull her nipple in deep with a bit of a harder suck and she bucks softly against me. I let it go and intend on hitting the other one hard, but I make the mistake of looking in her eyes.

  They are full of wanton desire, and so focused on me that my cock starts growing.

  Impossible, I think to myself, because given how hard I just orgasmed a bit ago, I was almost positive I’d be out of action for another half hour at least.

  But it’s true. Just from one sinful look and I’m ready to get going for round two.

  “Balcony,” is all I say, pushing myself up off the bed. She sits up and I grab
her hand, pulling her along behind me. She doesn’t hesitate and follows right behind me as I push the doors open. A light breeze filters in but it’s still muggy outside, which is typical for July. We’re on the twentieth floor, but we can still hear the rumble of engines and the honking of horns below us on Madison Avenue. The quiet darkness of Central Park stretches out beyond.

  I walk up to the edge of the balcony, which is made of stone and concrete, sitting about three and a half feet high. I pull Stella in front of me, stepping in close behind her and I rub my semi against her ass cheeks until I start to get harder. Pushing my whole body into her, I try to make her step right up against the concrete wall but I notice she braces her hands on the edge, refusing to get closer.

  “I’m afraid of heights,” she whispers, and I immediately feel like such a douche.

  Stepping back, I grab her elbow and try to pull her away. “Come on… let’s go back inside.”

  “No,” she says, turning her back on me and facing the wall. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

  Yup… dick now supremely hard, because I know how hot it can be to get fucked while your eyes are closed. Having nothing but the sensation of sound and touch to rely on. Her idea has merit, so I step back up to her and push her up against the wall. I assume her eyes are closed but her body is still tense, so I bring one arm around her shoulders, laying a palm over one breast. I squeeze it, plump it, and test the weight in my hand. I rub a thumbnail over her nipple, eliciting a soft sigh from her.

  Good, she’s relaxing.

  While still massaging her breast, I bring my other hand around to work her clit. Straight shot… right to her center. Her head slams back on my shoulder, while my fingertips circle and rub against her. Every third or fourth stroke, I plunge a finger in and work her clit with my thumb. She’s so fucking responsive that it doesn’t take much to get her body ready for me, and I can feel her start to tremble all over.

  I pinch at her nipple and push two fingers inside, the slickness of her desire making entrance easy. She groans, pumping her hips back and forth, and I let her ride my hand for a bit. Slowly, I push my chest forward, causing her to start bending over, never decreasing the pace of my fingering.