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.
With my help she slowly started pumping up and down, getting a little braver with each thrust. She released my hair and returned her arms to being wrapped around my shoulders, pressing her chest fully into my face. The almost suffocating feeling of being pinned between her breasts sent a jolt through me and I returned one hand to her thigh, pressing my thumb firmly against her clit. With my free hand I pressed against the small of her back, forcing her harder against both the strap and my fingers. She rode against the strap with my face buried in her chest. She paused momentarily, lifting herself off the strap.
She ventured across the room, discarding her saturated underwear onto the floor, and I watched her lean over a desk. I admired her ass and noticed how dripping wet she was. She glanced over her shoulder at me, impatiently waiting for me to join her. I followed, wasting no time in reentering her. I could feel my own wetness seeping onto the harness as she screamed out in pleasure at the first hard thrust. She held the edges of the desk and pressed her cheek to the wood, the condensation of her breath fleeting against it. My hands grabbed her hips as I drew in and out of her, pulling her back against me in sync with the strap plunging into her. Her sounds were mixed with moaning, grunting, and her whispering "fuck me" repeatedly. Her hair splayed messily across the desk, her breasts were flattened as much as possible against the wood, and her eyes closed tightly. I watched her bring her hand down to herself, meeting her clit. Her fingertips worked steadily to make herself come and as she was about to, I took a fistful of her hair. I pulled her head back and drove the strap inside of her once more, causing her to cry out. Her body started to spasm. Her legs gave out slightly and I held tight to her hips until her shuddering slowed.
I leaned down to wrap my arms around her, kissing up her spine as far as I could reach. I waited for her rapid breathing to slow before I slid the strap out of her. I pulled her up and engulfed her with my arms from behind, holding onto her shaky body and kissing down her shoulder. Her eyes remained closed until she finally spoke. "Fuck that was hot." I watched as the humidity from her body faded from the desk.
Freed from my arms, she went straight for the bathroom without shutting the door as I took off the harness, tossing the strap aside to be dealt with later. I went to the mini-fridge and pulled out an extremely chilled water bottle. Bringing the bottle to the bathroom, I unscrewed the lid and offered her a drink, which she obliged. and sat attempting to pee. Returning the bottle to me half empty, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to press her cheek against my stomach. I took a swig of the water before recapping it and pressing the ice-cold bottle against the back of her neck. She jumped and muttered, "Bitch." I laughed.
"It'll help, I promise." And seconds later, she went.
I returned to the bedroom, stripped all the blankets off the bed, and plopped down spread eagle on the king-sized mattress, attempting to take up as much room as possible. With my head on the pillow and my arms folded behind my head, I stared at the lights of the busy city. In an office building across the way a busy bee was at work, doing the typical drone work of tapping at the computer and jotting on paper. I wondered if they could see in if they dared and debated if I should close the curtains. I decided against it. Who cares if they can see, they looked bored anyway.
She returned from the bathroom completely naked and her hands in her hair, snapping a hair tie into place. "You look comfy," she said, as I watched her walk across the room. I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could answer she climbed the edge of the bed and pressed her still cold tongue against my clit. I jumped slightly at the cold and the unexpectedness of it. My hands immediately went from behind my head to clenching fistfuls of the sheets.
