Flashbulbs went off and June began to scream at the people snapping her pictures, many of whom were paparazzi. Most of her screams involved curse words and then she began to spit. Matt, seeing the photographers moving close to where he stood, flipped up the collar of his coat and ducked his head lower, stepping a bit behind Rachel to avoid being seen and photographed by them. He felt like a coward for doing so but he also knew he had little choice. God forbid that anyone connected him with June and given the way paparazzi behaved it was possible.
Incredibly June began to sing, her voice cracking and breaking on the higher notes. Rachel began to giggle and Matt muttered, "She doesn't sound like that on her records."
"She has a good voice because it has character but otherwise she's not a good technical singer," a man standing beside them said idly. "Auto-tune is a star maker."
Rachel stuffed her face into her hands and giggled helplessly as June's husband appeared holding a robe. He tried to get it on her but she resisted and fought him, her feet flailed out and she shook her fists at him and the crowd.
"She looks like a demented Kewpie doll," the auto-tune fellow said and Matt chuckled. For the first time in a long time he laughed and it released the tension that had been building in him ever since it had been decided he needed to marry. Onlookers began to clap and cheer when June fell down and began to sing again from the ground.
"I have to get back inside and it's a circus," he whispered in Rachel's ear. "Can you help me out...again?"
She turned to look at him. His dark eyes met hers and her breath came a little too fast when she whispered out a yes. They went to the staff entrance and she led him through the door and back down the darkened hallway. The elevator that led to the upper floors sat forty feet down the hallway and Rachel used her key to call it.
The door slid open and Matt saw his last chance dwindling away. "Get in the elevator," he ordered.
She knew she should say no and that she should leave but she couldn't. Her foot came out and she stepped into the elevator. Instantly her face was cupped in his warm palms and his mouth came down on hers. Her lips parted, giving him access and his tongue twisted ran across the surfaces of her teeth and then twined around hers.
A soft moan broke from her lips as his hands tangled into her hair and pulled it free of its pins, letting it spill across her shoulders in rumpled waves. Her coat buttons bounced off the floor as he tore the outerwear open and she giggled even as she whispered, "Hey you're destroying my coat!"
"I'll buy you another one," he growled, pressing his body closer to hers. The wall met her back and she shuddered in desire as his teeth nipped at her neck and ear. Warm breath washed over her face and she opened her mouth, whimpering as another searing kiss was bestowed upon her and his hands cupped and kneaded her br**sts almost painfully through her blouse and bra.
The door slid open and they stared at each other and then at the staff entrance to the penthouse section of the hotel. "This way." Matt said and went to the door that led to the smallest of the penthouses.
They went inside the sumptuous suite, Matt leading. "I don't usually do this."
"Me neither." Rachel's face was red. "I don't know what came over me." Oh say it you ninny! This may be the only time you ever see this guy! A voice inside her head clamored and she took a deep breath, "I will likely never do it again either because I'm that girl, you know, the good girl. I would love to change that, at least just once."
Matt felt his passion explode. The bashful admission only inflamed the lust that had been eating at him all night. "Then let's do something utterly outrageous, what do you say?" A spontaneous yes popped out of her mouth.
"Strip for me." Rachel felt a frisson of desire at that command. It was a command, and she knew it. Her hands came up to her coat and she started to tug it off. She halted the movement and then started over, gliding her arms out of the coat and hanging it neatly on the back of a chair upholstered in stripes of emerald and cream.
The Persian rug was soft, the muted colors glowed in the dimness and her feet sank into the pile when she kicked her shoes. Her fingers trembled as she raised them to the buttons of her blouse. The first button was the hardest, she was too aware of his hot gaze and she had to bow her head slightly to get up the courage to undo it. The second one was easier.
She stood there indecisive and unsure for a moment and then humor struck her. She had worn her black lace bra and panties set and she found herself grateful for that fact. Her lust overrode everything else. The blouse dropped to the floor, followed by the rest of her clothes.
Matt watched as the garments fell away to reveal large, perfectly rounded br**sts capped with light pink aureoles and taut n**ples. She had a sexy little belly and a shapely set of thighs; her mound was covered by a thin strip of damp curls just slightly darker than the hair on her head. Curvy – she was wonderfuly, womanly, curvy. His breath caught as he watched her raise her hands to hide her br**sts, but before she could he commanded her.
"Put your hands down."
The command made her heart beat harder against her chest. She had no idea why but she wanted to obey him, to do as he said and to please him. She lowered her hands, aware that her p**sy had become wetter at his words. Slippery fluids trickled down her inner thighs and she swallowed hard as he stepped closer.
Matt bent down and picked her panties up. He held the soft scrap of black silk and lace in his hand for a moment, thinking hard. Then he planted his mouth on hers, kissing her hard and roughly, forcing her lips open. He drew back and stuffed her panties into her mouth, creating a makeshift gag. Rachel's eyes widened, the taste of her own arousal spread across her lips and into her mouth. Every nerve in her body lit up. Her legs trembled as he led her across the room to the bed and left her standing there, her back to it and the backs of her thighs resting against the mattress while he undressed.
Her eyes followed his strong fingers as he yanked his tie off and then unbuttoned the crisp white shirt he wore. His chest was broad and muscular, nearly hairless and his abs were well defined, his waist tapered and narrow. His c*ck sprang from his slacks: thick and long and she pressed her legs together in an urgent attempt to put pressure on that place that was screaming out for a touch.
Matt saw that movement. An irresistible idea formed and he grabbed his tie, went to the bed and carefully tossed her onto it. Rachel landed on the expensive high count polished Egyptian cotton sheets with a lusty gasp. Nobody had ever picked her up before, or thrown her either. The short flight sent adrenaline into her system and made her look again at the toned and hard muscles of his arms.
"Oh, did you like that?" Matt stuffed the panties back into her mouth and she stared up at his smiling face. "Let's see if you like this just as much." He hoisted her hands up and tied them together with his tie, making a secure knot in one to keep them together then he tied the other end to the headboard.
She moaned behind the gag. Her n**ples tightened and her belly sucked in when he blew a long breath across her delicate skin. Fingers traced her jawline and then his teeth grazed at her ear and neck, tiny little nips that made her h*ps buck wildly. He rested one hand on her belly, then he stroked that flesh softly, making circles around her navel as his teeth kept biting gently at her neck, he alternated the bites with kisses and licks, taking her breath away long before he moved lower.
His tongue licked across her n**ples and his hands kneaded the firm flesh of her right breast then the left. He squeezed a little harder, loving the way her heels dug into the mattress and her body jumped and jerked with pleasure at his touch. His mouth tightened around her nipple, his tongue flicked at the surface if it. He suckled and licked while his fingers ran down her belly and into the damp curls.
Rachel sucked in a long breath as his questing finger slid along the seam of her labia then parted them. The juices gathered there at the entrance made his entering her easy, she wriggled her ass so that she was at a better angle and he upped the ante by pressing a second finger inside her hot wet channel.
Her toes curled and her breath grew faster when his tongue and teeth moved along her upper thighs. A tiny nip, a sensual lick, each followed the other as he shifted his mouth lower. His breath stirred her pubic hair and she clenched her muscles in anticipation, her arms tugging at the tie as a desire to pull his hair, to use it to guide him to that tiny throbbing bud rose up in her.
She shrieked as he finally took her cl*t into his mouth, subsuming it. His fingers thrust harder, faster. Her legs shook and p**sy juice dripped down her ass crack to the sheets below. The panties came out again and her arms ached as she strained at the light bondage. Her fingers balled into fists and her eyes squeezed shut as an orgasm built inside her.
He stopped. Her eyes flew open and she slurred her protest, eliciting a chuckle from him.
"Would you like to come?"
"Yes! Yes, please..."
"Then maybe you should ask me if you can come."
"Please, can I come?"
His fingertips moved back and forth across her hips, leaving fiery trails in their wake and never quite touching her p**sy. "Manners, manners," he chided. "I'm sure you can, the question is if you may?"
"May I come?" She moaned out, feeling both utterly ridiculous and wanton at the same time.
"Yes." His tongue moved back to her clit, circling it. The coral flesh of her p**sy opened beneath his fingers and he drove them into her liquid heat. Her walls clenched and opened on his fingers, tightening almost painfully and she sobbed as she arched and thrust into his face.
The orgasm was powerful, so powerful she fell back into the mattress limp and drained. Her eyelids fluttered and small pleasant aftershocks rocked her. Matt untied her arms and she flexed her fingers feeling the blood coming back into her digits.
Matt knew he should stop there, send her on her way but he couldn't. The counter of the bathroom held a stock of 'supplies' undoubtedly sent up by the concierge. He had seen them earlier in the night and had noticed the condoms. He went to the bathroom, retrieved a strip of three and returned to the bed.
The mattress sagged slightly under his weight as he climbed back into the bed and pulled her up on her knees. Rachel opened her mouth eagerly when he pressed the tip of his stiff, latex sheathed c*ck to her lips. He moved forward an inch and she opened her mouth wider, taking him. She used her hand and her mouth to apply a tight pressure and the lubricant inside the condom added to his pleasure. His eyes closed as he moved in and out of her willing mouth, his hands gripped her hair, holding her captive to his motions.
Rachel had to fight to breathe and her throat ached. His c*ck was thick and long, bigger than what she was used to, her mouth felt stretched and bruised but the slight discomfort was worth it. She could feel his thighs tightening. Her hands went up around him and her fingers squeezed his ass, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing under her fingertips.
Matt pulled out. He wanted to come, badly but he wanted to f**k her even more and he didn't want to come as soon as he entered her. He laid her on her back, her legs spread voluntarily and readily. He waited, using his fingers to loosen her walls and to give himself time to regroup. Her hand came down and she guided him into her waiting p**sy.