*Andrea*
After the phone call, Alejandro looked conflicted and didn’t touch his meal again. I’m sure whatever he heard on the phone was disconcerting for him to act that way.
And the fact that he evaded my question and decided to deal with the problem alone worried me. The food tasted bland in my mouth after that, and soon, I pushed it away, and we left.
The ride back to the hotel was silent, and I kept glancing at Alejandro worriedly. His brows were set in a furrowed line, and it was clear that something was eating at him.
As soon as we entered our hotel room, he began pacing. “We need to leave,” he said before he resumed his pacing.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked him.
“Yeah.” I watched as he stiffly walked over to the window and looked out. His posture was rigid, and I sighed as I walked up to him.
Standing behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, my cheeks pressing against his back.
“Alejandro…” I whispered.
“Anna,” he replied, resting a hand against mine.
“What’s wrong with you? You know you can talk to me about anything.” I probed a little.
He turned around in my arms and cupped my cheeks, his eyes were stormy, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the way he looked dangerous at the moment.
“It’s nothing, love. I just need to get back and take care of the problem.”
I removed my hands from his waist and stepped back, taking his hands in mine. “Come. You look stressed, so let me help with that.” I led him to sit on the bed as I stood in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt.
He held my stare, his eyes never straying from my face. I made quick work of his shirt and went to open a drawer where I kept a small bottle of sweet almond oil. I always packed it with me on long journeys, and it will do for what I have in mind.
I made my way back to Alejandro, and he fixed me with a curious gaze. I smiled as I got on the bed behind him.
Opening the bottle, I dripped a little on both shoulders and gently massaged him. His head fell backwards as he groaned deeply. I worked on his shoulders for a while, trying to loosen up his stiff muscles.
When I was done, I got off the bed and moved between his legs. Kissing him softly, I pushed him until he fell back against the bed with his feet still on the floor.
I disentangled from the kiss and dropped the oil on his chest and abdomen, massaging them gently. Alejandro’s eyes were shut, and he allowed himself to relax under my hands.
When I was satisfied with my work, I dropped the oil bottle back into the drawer and went back to Alejandro. His eyes were still closed, and his body was relaxed; the stiffness from earlier nowhere to be seen.
I smiled mischievously as I eyed his body. He was glistening from the massage, and I bent to kiss his chest and abdomen. Alejandro stiffened as a moan escaped his throat.
His hands went to my hair, but I removed it. He opened his eyes and stared at me in confusion. “Just relax, let me do this.” I told him.
He looked at me for a while, but I held my ground. I wanted to take care of him, take his mind off whatever was plaguing him, and do it on my own terms.
Finally, he agreed and put both hands under his head to act like a pillow as he looked at me. I went down on my knees as I began tugging his belt.
His throat bobbed as I removed his trouser, then his boxer, making his dick spring free from its restraint.
I playfully traced featherlight kisses on it, and it bobbed. I chuckled as I took out my tongue to trace the veins protruding from it. He groaned and sat up, but he didn’t forget my instructions because his hands stayed fisted by his side.
I lowered my gaze from his eyes, dipping my head as I ran my tongue over it in one long lick. He jerked but stubbornly kept quiet even though every single muscle on his body stretched taut.
“Beg me, Alejandro,” I told him, remembering our first day in this same hotel room when he had told me the same thing.
“Anna…” he replied in a strained voice, and I felt powerful at that moment. It was hard to believe that the ruthless businessman was at my mercy. But I didn’t miss the part where he didn’t beg.
Wanting to tease him some more, I ran my tongue up the underside of his thick shaft, and he moaned, closing his eyes and pushing his hips forward.
Even though he didn’t want to say “please,” his body was begging me to touch him in ways he could only dream of, and the thought made my pussy clench.
I was so aroused, and all I wanted to do was to climb on his shaft and have my wicked way with him, but I restrained myself. He needed to want it so much he would almost go crazy with longing.
But as I was punishing him, I was punishing myself as well.
Leaning forward, I engulfed the tip of his dick in my mouth. It was big, and I hummed as my tongue darted out to lick around him. The delicious sounds he was making didn’t escape my notice, and I concluded that he was enjoying it.
But it was supposed to be a punishment, so I sucked him hard into my mouth.
“Fuck Anna, yes.” He moaned out, and I let out a wicked laugh in my head as I released his dick with a pop.
He opened his eyes and looked at me pleadingly. “Say it, Alejandro. Tell me what you want.” I coaxed him gently, hoping that was enough to dissolve his restraint, but I knew the sexy man before me was stubborn.
And he proved me right when he clenched his jaw and looked at me with dark eyes that promised to do dark things to me once he got his hands on me.
I giggled as I blew on his dick and stood up, slowly undressing myself. When I finally shimmied out of my panties, I made my way to the chair across from the bed and sat down.
My pussy was dripping, and I raised my hands to my breast, slowly teasing my nipples. My eyes were on Alejandro, and I liked the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at me.
Pinching one of my nipples, I closed my eyes as I threw my head back, moaning loudly. That was my mistake because as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Alejandro in front of me.
I yelped from the shock and panted heavily as he looked down at me. I wasn’t sure what he would do next, so I just watched him warily.
His expression gave nothing away, and I didn’t know if he was pissed at me or proud of me. Without saying a word, he knelt down and pulled me forward harshly.
I gasped when his mouth made contact with my drenched pussy. He sucked, licked, and ate it like someone starved. Not like I was complaining, no. I was making incoherent noises, talking gibberish in appreciation of the way he worshiped my pussy.
He groaned as he removed his mouth, looking up at me, and I could see the tiny string of my juices that connected all the way from his mouth to my cunt.
Still keeping his eyes on me, he pushed one finger slowly into my dripping core. Once the tip was in, he refused to go any further. I wiggled my hips forward to force the finger inside of me, but he just evaded all my tactics.
I was hot, bothered, starving, and, above all, I was frustrated. He had already forced my hips open so I wouldn’t be able to get friction, and his finger was just teasing me with a promise he kept out of reach.
“Please Alejandro…” I sighed as tears sprang into my eyes. He had been waiting for that, and his lips split into a wolfish grin. Without preamble, he jammed his whole finger inside me, and I moaned, arching out of the chair so badly I almost fell off.
But Alejandro placed a hand on my lower belly to keep me in place as he began working his finger in and out of me. He still didn’t break eye contact as his tongue joined his finger in the assault, nipping at my clit as I experienced sensory overload.
I was almost there and began to rock back on his hand. He curled his finger inside me before slipping out and massaging my clit, and I squirted. I squirted all over Alejandro’s face, my belly, and the floor.
Alejandro moved forward to kiss me as he carried me from the chair. He placed me on my feet and directed me to the dresser in the room.
We locked eyes in the mirror, and I loved the hunger I saw in his, especially because I was the one he was hungry for. I could see myself all sweaty and flushed.
He bent me over the dresser and rubbed his palm against my ass softly. I gasped as his hand descended in one sharp strike against the soft flesh of my ass. I moaned when he rubbed it to soothe the pain, and from my position, I could see the red mark his hand had left on it.
He continued like that, spanking me and then soothing the pain, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. After a while, his finger slid down to my pussy, and I moaned loudly, placing my head on the dresser.
“Look at me, Anna,” the statement was followed by a spank, and I pushed back against him, feeling his cock slide through my ass. I wiggled against it, and he groaned out, gripping my hips tightly, almost to the point of bruising.
“Do you want my cock, love?” He asked as he teased my entrance with the tip of his dick.
“Yes… Yes, please, Alejandro.” I whimpered, trying to push back to let him slide in, but he held my hips in place.
“That’s my good girl,” he said as he slipped into my entrance. The sensation of his dick slipping inside of me and the pride from his words made me enter in a state of euphoria, and I clenched around his dick as I spasmed.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight love.” He groaned as he began slamming into me with enough force to rattle the dresser as he banged me against it.
I moaned loudly. Despite the fact that I had already squirted, I knew I wasn’t going to last long…
“Fuck Anna,” He aired my thoughts, and I watched in the mirror as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, the muscles on his neck and arms glistening as he pounded into me.
I looked at my own eyes in the mirror, glazed over with desire, and I started pushing back against him, meeting each thrust with mine.
I felt my orgasm coming, and I screamed as the pleasure shot through my body, making me spasm as I fell face flat on the dresser, my limbs so weak they couldn’t support me.
Alejandro came seconds later and fell on top of me as he peppered kisses down my neck.
“That was a hell of a stress relief, love.” He murmured into my ears, and I blushed, suddenly remembering how it all started.