I was going to write an intro for this, but then I decided not to. I think it works quite well as it is. ^_^
Leena got out of the taxi and look up at the hotel. Jeremy’s company always seemed to have them stay in flash hotels and she knew the key was to walk past the front desk like you owned the place or like you belonged there, which, hey, she did!
She walked through the fancy doors and after locating the bank of elevator, made a beeline for it. It dinged, the cabin opened and she stepped in it, pushing the button for the fourth floor. Just as the doors were closing she heard a call to wait and pushed the Open Doors button to wait for whoever it was who needed her elevator.
She immediately regretted her decision when she saw it was Steve Jones. Internally rolling her eyes she moved to the back of the confined space and waited for him to push the button which he did before turning to her.
“Well, well, well… look what the cat dragged in,” he said with a smirk.
“Hello to you too, Steven,” she replied, wishing the elevator to go faster.
“Didn’t expect you to see you here. Last I head you’d been given your marching orders from the boss,” he said with a raised eyebrow and it was all she could do to not scratch the smirk off his smug face.
“I was in New York, but Jeremy needs me… Cara understands,” she felt compelled to explain to him, hoping he wouldn’t go around telling everyone, but also knowing he wouldn’t let it drop.
“Wait… Cara? Davenport? THAT’s who your not-so-secret lover is?!” he exclaimed incredulous.
Leena gave a little nod and a tight smile.
“Ooooh and how does Boss Man feel about that, I wonder…” Steve continued and Leena could tell he was still not over the surprise. She shrugged.
“That’s none of your business, Steven,” she told him just as the elevator dinged and she wasted no time escaping down the hallway, glad to escape his knowing looks and the questions she didn’t want to answer.
She found the room she was looking for and lifted her hand but stopped short. She felt a bit nervous, after the way they had parted a month earlier, with all the yelling and the blaming and the slamming of doors…
Still Jeremy was the one who’d pleaded with her to come to London.
She took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door. She heard approaching footfalls and then the door opened and there he was. He looked surprised for a second, then his arm shot out and grabbing her by the wrist he pulled her into the room. He slammed the door shut and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face against her neck.
She let her bag fall to the floor and put her arms around his waist, holding him to her tightly.
“You’re here,” he whispered in her ear, “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Baby, you said you needed me to be here, of course I’m here,” she told him, her face resting on his chest, inhaling the scent of him and letting out a little whimper. She’d missed him so much.
He pulled back then so he could look at her, his hands moving to cup her face, his head bending down to place a soft kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, needing more.
She got up on tiptoes, her fingers pulling on his shirt on his sides, bringing him down towards her for another kiss. His tongue found hers and she moaned loudly, her fingers gripping his sides as she felt things starting to throb between her legs.
She pulled him closer and felt the ridge of his growing erection against her belly. He began nibbling a path down her jaw to her neck and her grip on his waist tightened.
“Do we… do we have time… for that?” she asked, panting, when he pushed her coat off her shoulders then was lifting her top up, her arms lifting to help him in his endeavour to get her undressed.
He nodded, his eyes on her breasts, his hands cupping them a second later. He let his thumbs find her nipples, loving her whimpery moan and the way it made her hips move against him.
Her hands were on his sides again and she pushed him backwards, walking both of them towards the bed. He smiled when he felt his legs hit the side of the bed and let her push him down on the bed, pulling her down on top of him.
She was on all fours over him, straddling him at the hips, her lace covered breasts inches away from his face, her hands on either side of his head. He reached up to cup her face, bringing her down for a kiss. She melted into him with a loud moan as their tongues duelled with each other, his hands roaming all over her back.
She broke the kiss, tugging lightly on his bottom lip before slowly sitting up, her hands trailing down his chest to the hem of his shirt then journeying back up, taking his shirt up with them.
He groaned when she raked her nails over his chest and moved his hands to the back of her knees, pulling her legs apart a bit, bringing her into even closer contact with his cock. She let out a loud whimper and started moving her hips.
The heat coming from her made him aware of two things: one, she was wearing a skirt and two, he was still fully dressed. His hands found her knees and the edge of her skirt, sliding under the denim, delighted to find bare skin on her legs.
She whimpered again, lifting her hips so he could pull her skirt from under her, then, still hovering over his crotch, she put her hands inside the waistband of his trackpants and pulled them and his boxers down just enough to free his cock, her hand closing around his length, making them both moan.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of her knickers and looked up at her. She gave his cock a light squeeze and his fingers dug into her skin a bit. She smiled, nodding her head.
“Do it,” she whispered and he didn’t have to be told twice, ripping her underwear off her and discarding it on the bed beside them.
Her hand left his cock and she grasped at his shirt with both hands, pulling him up to a sitting position so she could help him out of it. She threw his shirt on the floor, her hand finding his cock again and he lay back down on the bed, his hands on her butt to lift her up.
She was just about to sink on him when there was a loud knock on the door.
“Yo! Boss Man!” came Steve’s familiar and very unwelcome voice from the other side of the door.
Leena let out a frustrated moan and sat back on Jeremy’s thighs, but not the way she desperately wanted to. He looked up at her and linked his fingers with hers as the knocking started again.
“Boss? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Steve asked and Leena turned towards the door.
“I’m gonna kill him,” she whispered with a growl.
“He doesn’t know you’re here. Could be important,” Jeremy countered and she shook her head.
“Oh no, he knows, he was in the elevator with me on the way up. Of all the people in your leadership group…” She sighed.
Jeremy smiled sadly at her. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, sitting up when she got off him to stand by the bed. He watched her pick up his shirt and put it on as she made her way to the door.
Leena turned to look at her sexy near-naked man sitting on the edge of the bed and smiled at him.
“Can you please please please get naked while I get rid of this moron?” she asked, a little louder than necessary, and sure enough, a “Hey! I heard that!” came from the other side of the door.
Jeremy chuckled and nodded, pushing his pants all the way down before dealing to his shoes.
Leena fixed a very fake smile on her face and opened the door just enough to put her head through.
“Hello, Steven. What can I do for you?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm but she doubted he’d notice.
She waited a second and just as he was opening his mouth to say something she quickly continued.
“I’m afraid Jeremy is not available right now. You see, just before you knocked on this door right there, we were about to have this amazing, long overdue make-up sex and well, you interrupted us. So I’m sorry but whatever bogus reason you wanted to see my sexy man for will have to wait, because as soon as I close this door in your face, I’m getting rid of the rest of my clothes – he already ripped my panties off, FYI – and I’m going to walk over to the naked man on the bed and I’m going to straddle him and then ever so slowly sink on his enormous hard cock, until he’s all the way inside me, because, Steve, I’m so so wet for him right now and you know what? I don’t want to wait another minute. So kindly fuck off before I throw something at your head.”
She finished her tirade with a smile and closed the door in his shocked face.
She turned around and looked over at the now naked man reclining on the bed, his back against the headboard. She could tell he was trying not to laugh and she shrugged before unzipping her boots then her skirt, leaving them on the floor by the door.
She took his shirt off halfway to the bed and stopped to unhook her bra, letting it fall off her body and onto the floor as well. She couldn’t believe she was naked in a hotel room in London with Jeremy when just over 12 hours beforehand she’d been in New York.
She felt bad for abandoning Cara like she had, but deep down she knew (hoped?) that Cara understood that Jeremy always came first. She had quickly learned that when you were in love with more than one person, you needed to make sure you focused on the person you were with at the time.
So, with that in mind, she got on the bed, moving quickly to straddle him. He smiled softly at her and brought her down for a kiss. She met him halfway, whimpering anew when his tongue touched hers at the same time his big hand rounded the curve of her butt.
She gasped when she felt his hand lift off then coming down hard on her butt. She let out a loud moan and felt her pussy clench, her hips moving against him of their own accord.
“That was very naughty,” he growled against her mouth, his hand falling on her bottom again and again, causing her to moan louder and press her chest to his, her arms wrapping around his neck as he kept on spanking her.
She could feel his hard cock against her slit, putting pressure on her clit and her pussy was clenching like mad. She’d never needed him inside her that badly before.
“I’m… I’m… sorry…” she stammered, her head resting against his neck, loving every second of what he was doing to her, feeling her orgasm starting to build with every slap of his hand.
Suddenly she felt his fingers between her legs while his other hand was still dealing to her ass and she cried out in need.
“Please… I need…” she lost her train of thought when she felt the tip of his fingers enter her and she cried out again, louder this time.
Her hips bucked against him and suddenly the pressure on her clit and the feel of his cock against her slit and his hand on her ass were too much and she came with a strangled scream, her fingers digging into his shoulders and making him growl.
Jeremy needed to feel her come apart around him so lifted her butt and when he felt her hot and wet and oh-so-swollen on the tip of his cock he pulled her down on him, quickly realising that her orgasm was still coursing through her, by the way her pussy was clenching and squeezing his cock.
He groaned and flipped them over, driving deep inside her in one motion. She was so wet he found himself hitting the back of her pussy, causing another almighty clench that brought him one step closer to climax.
She smiled dazedly at him and spread her legs further so he could reach deeper. He started moving against her, breathing hard, loving the noises she was making every time his cock hit her A spot.
He bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, fully prepared but still surprised by the way it made her body arch against his.
She whispered “Harder…” and he happily obliged, slamming harder and faster into her until they were both moaning and grunting loudly. He could tell she was getting really close again by the way she was breathing and the way her pussy tightened around his cock.
He sucked harder on her nipple and she started screaming again as her second orgasm hit and his followed a second later. He collapsed on top of her. He was about to move off her when she wrapped her arms around him, holding him against her.
“No… don’t move…” she whispered so he smiled against her neck before dropping a kiss on the crook of her neck and they lay there in a spent heap, breathing hard, only vaguely aware of their surroundings.
Leena hoped Steve wasn’t still on the other side of the door, because that would make things even more embarrassing and awkward that they would be already after her little speech.
‘Oh well,’she thought. Some things couldn’t be helped.
She started giggling and Jeremy rolled off her, looking curiously at her when he gathered her in his arms, pulling her to his side.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, realising how much he’d missed her post-orgasm giggles.
“Oh, just remembering the look on Steve’s face right before I slammed that door shut earlier,” she replied, overtaken by a fit of giggles once again.
Jeremy laughed with her, then rolled on his side so he could look at her. He smiled at her and moved a strand of hair away from her face, groaning softly when she ran her nails lightly down his chest to his hipbone.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”