Payback
On the black leather loveseat I waited, flipping the keycard through my fingers and feeling disappointed she was running late. I didn't like to be kept waiting, but she was worth it. After briefly entertaining the thought of how many people had fucked in this room--on this couch--and questioning if it bothered me or interested me, I stood quickly to move my mind to something else. I paced impatiently and walked to the near floor-to-ceiling windows, tossing the card on the nightstand as I passed it.
Seeing the sunset over the city and being amongst the skyscrapers made me feel a little powerful. The attire she'd asked for fed into the egotism. In black dress slacks and a deep red button up, I raised my chin slightly in confidence. She'd requested I wear black dress shoes, but in defiance I kept my high tops on and unbuttoned my shirt only two buttons when told three. Behind me I heard the typical card swipe. I listened to the door open slowly and close softly before speaking.
"You're late," I spoke without turning around. I watched her reflection in the window as she dropped her purse on the table and removed her high heels, tossing them aside. I almost shook my head at her unruliness, but I refrained at the expectation she was doing it on purpose. I realized as she came closer the eyes of her reflection were meeting mine. Her smile was coy before I returned my eyes to the almost faded sunset. Her arms slid around my waist before her warm body pressed against my backside. Suddenly a spark went through me and I closed my eyes as she rested her chin on my shoulder.
"I just wanted to torture you with anticipation even longer," she softly spoke into my ear, breathing warm air down my neck;
"The shoes? Really?" I laughed shortly before responding,
"Predetermined payback for being late." Opening my eyes caught her reflection's smirk and her arms moved to my shoulders, sliding forward to meet my shirt buttons. In the meantime, she had been kissing my neck which paused slightly when she came to my third shirt button and became a small bite. She unbuttoned it and unsure what to do with my hands, I started unbuttoning from the bottom until our hands met. Once my shirt was open her hands grasped my chest through my bra and squeezed. "Your nipples are a little hard."
I turned my head to meet her lips and spoke against them before kissing her, "It's a little cold in here." Her lips tasted like mint and I kissed harder, returning her nip from earlier by gently biting her lip. Her hands moved down my stomach and waist until they met the zipper of my pants. She pressed firmly to feel.
"I see you brought the strap like I asked." I leered at her, almost feeling a little bit shy, before grabbing her wrist over my zipper and pulling her in front of me, pressing her against the window. I pressed my whole body against her and brought my hand to her throat before kissing her again.
"Hope these windows are thick," I said against her lips. She briefly looked at the height of which we were, at least 10 floors up. I pressed my index and middle fingers against her pulse on her neck. "Your heart rate is a little fast." A smug smile came across my face. Her hands engulfed my waist and gripped me closer by fistfuls of my ass. I could feel the strap press hard against her and I knew she could feel it too. "Only a little?"
Dropping my hands to her thighs, I hiked up the black dress she'd probably spent hours picking out, even though she knew I cared nothing for clothes. I kissed her intensely, while my hands ventured up her body, dragging the dress up the whole way until I pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. With her body finally free I immediately dragged my nails across her back. A small noise escaped her throat and met my lips, causing me to smirk again. She pushed me back slightly and took my hand. The contrast of her pale skin, the matching black underwear and bra, and the flame of her red hair was extremely apparent while she pulled me back to the loveseat.
She somewhat forcefully pushed me onto the sofa and pulled off my pants from the pockets without even bothering to unbutton them. I lifted my ass to comply as she impatiently tugged them to my ankles along with my underwear. I watched her eyes drop to the strap that had sprung to life waiting for her. She quickly straddled me without removing her underwear with the strap between us, kissing me hard with her hands on my neck. I slid my hand up her back until I met her bra clasp, undoing it swiftly and removing it, adding it to the floor next to her heels. The ringlets of her auburn hair fell across my shoulders and over the top of my chest, sending little lightning bolts through my nerves. It fell over me like a canopy and I whispered quieter than intended, "Lubricant?"
"Don't need it," she whispered back.
"That's my girl," I grinned back before moving my hands to grasp her thighs tightly. She rose slightly and I slid her undies to the side, touching her with my thumb to test her wetness. I was pleased with how turned on she was and positioned the strap under her, guiding her down onto it. Her arms wrapped tightly around me and she buried her face in my neck, her breath hot against my skin. A mixture of a gasp and a swear escaped her lips as she bared down slowly yet firmly. I moved both my hands to grab handfuls of her ass, slightly digging my nails in. As payback she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, adding a mixture of kissing and biting along my neck while she got comfortable with the strap inside of her.
