Jase opens the door to his suite. My eyes nearly bulge out head. I’ve never been to the Château Marmont, but now that I have- I’m not sure I want leave. We walk in to a small lounge area with that has an ottoman recliner next to the curved shaped couch. Off to the left is a small study, and next to the study leads to two bedrooms that are enormous.
Both rooms lead out onto a massive patio big enough to entertain a small group. Both bedrooms have an ensuite that have marble floors and walls. There is a giant television screen inside each bathroom, complete with a spa bath and two vanities. The rooms also have a massive TV screen that’s built into the wall and there’s a fireplace just below it. The rooms are stunning. I don’t even want to think about how much this suite costs each night. Probably a lot.
I turn to face Jase who is studying me quietly.
“yes?” I ask
“No nothing,” he responds.
Liar.
“There are bath towels in the in the bathroom, and there is a robe there too with slippers. There is shampoo, body wash, moisturiser all there for you. I’ll grab you one of my shirts so you can sleep. I’ll be in the lounge room until you’re ready,” he says whilst digging around in the cupboard for a shirt.
“I um…” How do I tell him I have no underwear?! Gosh this is so embarrassing. “I might need a fairly long shirt, I um…I’m not wearing any underwear,” I murmur staring at the carpet.
I quickly look up and realise Jase has stopped sifting through his clothes. It’s like he’s frozen in place. Almost like he’s holding a pose. Then a second later he slowly goes back to finding a shirt.
“Okay then. Try this, it should be long enough for you, if not I have shorts,” he says while throwing me his shirt.
I hold it up to me and it’s more than long enough, covering all my private parts. I figure I’ll sleep in the robe if I have too.
“It should be good. Thanks. I’ll just have a shower now.” I turn towards the bathroom and close and lock the door behind me.
How on earth am I going to survive this night? I should be feeling anxious right now, but my lustful hormones seem to be taking over. He knows I’m not wearing underwear. Who knows what thoughts are dancing in his mind? Besides I almost let him have me tonight. There have been too many close calls. I don’t know how I’m going to get any sleep.
I peel out of my dress and tie my hair up not wanting to get it wet. I hang up the dress and coat inside the cupboard that is also hanging a robe, slippers and bath towels. I slowly make my way over to the shower and turn on the tap. Water that feels like rain falling on my body sprouts from the ceiling. It’s one of those fancy rain shower heads and it feels amazing. I find the bodywash and lather it all over my skin. I feel like I’m a floating bubble. I step back into the shower and let the water wash away all the soap. After a couple of minutes of standing there enjoying the peaceful, blissful hot water trickle down my body, I step back into reality and jump out of the shower drying myself off.
I apply the hotel’s moisturiser all over my body and I suddenly envisage Jase massaging my skin like this. I quickly shake my head to banish that thought.
Come one Sophie. He’s just a guy and you’re a girl. You’ve been in the same room with opposite sex before. Get a grip!
I shakily slip Jase’s shirt over my body and I’m instantly smacked in the face with his smell. He smells like cologne, soap, and crisp sunny days. That’s the best way to describe how his shirt smells like. The t-shirt is absolutely humongous; I’m practically drowning in the material. Luckily it covers all the important bits; however I have to remember not to yawn or stretch in front of him. That’s cutting it too close. I throw on the robe just in case and untie my hair as I walk out to get into bed.
Jase looks up from the couch surveying my covered body with his sinful eyes. “You’re all done? Is the shirt okay?”
“Yep everything’s all good. I’m just going to get ready for bed.” I say awkwardly back to him.
“Goodnight Sophie” he says while pulling the door shut.
“Night,” I say meekly.
This is going to be one long night.
*******
I wake with a startle at about 4am and notice the pounding in my head. Fear strikes me immediately until I remember where I am. I’m in Jase’s hotel sleeping in the bedroom next to him.
I realise just how parched my mouth is and I desperately need some water. I slowly head to the bathroom where I pick up a glass and fill it under the faucet. I gulp the whole thing down and decide to fill another glass and get back into bed.
As I walk back into bed I trip on one of my shoes and I go flying face down while the glass cracks on the bedside table and I’m pretty sure I’ve landed right into the cracked glass.
“Ouch…! Shit.” I slowly try and get up and search for the light but Jase barrels through door turning on the light.
“Sophie, are you—Shit what happened, your bleeding everywhere,” he says while looking at my legs and seeing the glass on the floor.
“I was just getting a drink of water and I slipped on my shoe and I guess cracked the glass which cut me.”
“Don’t move. Just sit on the bed and I’ll grab a cloth and clean you up”. He dashes back to the bathroom, carefully jumping over the glass and wetting a couple of towels. He comes back with some towels and immediately starts to wipe the blood off my leg.
“You don’t have any glass there. Just a few cuts that need to be bandaged up so you don’t keep bleeding,” he says inspecting my legs and thighs. He then gets a bandage and wraps it around my thigh, lifting my thigh up as he wraps it around me.
“Yeah I think I’m fine. Just some blood and me being silly,” I say trying to get out of his grip.
He slowly looks up at me and I stare back down at him. I realise just what a compromising situation this is. Me on a bed with my legs all exposed and nothing on underneath. Him kneeling on the floor with just his underwear on looking sexier than ever, holding me by my upper thighs, his hands so close to my private parts. If he goes an inch higher, it’s over.
The tension that’s been building up between us is at an all-time high. My breathing becomes shallow and there’s a dangerously hungry look in his.
It’s now or never.
He stares at me as he slowly lets his hand inch ever so slightly higher, almost asking for my permission to tell me to stop him.
I should stop him. But I’m caught in some weird hypnotic trance where once again, I’m the puppet that will do anything he says.
As he moves the shirt above my most private parts, he moves my legs apart and there I am.
My whole sex is spread apart and probably glistening with how wet, how naughty, and how turned on I am. He makes a low groan and starts to kiss my hip flexor and down around to the middle of my thighs, just before my opening. His kisses leave hot trails where ever they go and my need for him is so strong I have to grip the bed sheets so that I don’t pull him inside me. I moan softly at the feel of his mouth on my body. The mouth that has been driving me crazy for so long.
He continues his slow torture of kisses all around my thighs and legs and my hips and stomach, but he purposely leaves the place I need to be touched the most.
I moan softly, to let him know my need. My want.
He quickly pulls away from kissing my thighs and gets up. I almost scream at him for stopping his beautiful torture. Wordlessly he slips off the t-shirt that’s drowning my upper body which now expose my breasts that are already swollen from my arousal.
But Jase just lingers at every inch of my skin. It’s like he’s cataloguing every curve, every freckle.
“My god, Sophie,” he mumbles under his breath before closing his mouth on one of my breasts. I can feel him sucking my breast flicking his tongue over and over around my nipple.
He cups my other breast with his hand and kneads it slowly. I feel his whole body pressing against mine, and even though he has underwear on, I can feel the hardness of his shaft pressing into my lower abdomen.
He rubs himself slowly on me, grinding his cock on the tip of my clit, sending me wild. I can’t stop the moans escaping my lips. My fingers curl into his hair while he sucks my breasts over and over again.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he begins to gently suckle the delicate skin on my neck and I’m done for. I’d do anything he says right now. He’s touched my trigger zone and I’m hungry. He moves up to my jaw and then stops to look me in my eyes. His mouth hovers over mine for just a second before they come crashing down on mine.
There is so much fire, so much passion, and need in the kiss that I don’t realise my lips are bleeding until he starts sucking on my lower lip where I can taste the copper like tang that blood smells of. He keeps flicking his tongue over mine, controlling me, and taking ownership of me. My lips feel so bee stung and swollen, but he continues to nip here and there letting small amounts of blood come out and then sucking them dry.
My clit is almost sore from the throbbing of need for him to touch me there.
“Fuck your beautiful, Sophie,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’ve wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you. And your body…well you don’t know what you do to me,” he says with dangerously hungry eyes.
The desire pooling from below is about to erupt from his possessive words. I take my hand to try and touch my self but he pushes both my arms up, clasping my writs above my head with his one hand.
I lay there like prey for my hunter.
He comes down on me again but this time he pushes my knees right back before spreading them wide apart. I’ve never felt more exposed in my life. I wouldn’t let anyone do this to me. But for some reason, I like the way Jase possesses my body.
So completely turned on, I look down to find his face in between my legs gazing into the opening of where his cock should be right now.
“Your glistening baby. You are so wet. I can see all your juices all over your inner thighs.”
I’m practically panting by now and just when I can’t take it anymore, he inserts one of his fingers into my vagina and I immediately scream out, wanting, needing more.
I pump myself on his finger, fucking it like its Jase’s dick. Al l I can do is moan. I’m not capable of words at this point.
He inserts another finger and pushes them in and out of me.
I feel a little sore from just his two fingers. But he continues to push his fingers in and out of me, going as deep as he can go. Thinking he’ll stop at two, he puts a third, and then a fourth.
Oh my god
I feel like there is a cock in me, yet there isn’t. I can’t believe I pretty much have his whole hand in me. And I love it. I feel like so naughty, so terribly turned on that I bounce up and down on his hand, pumping on whatever he can give me.
“Yes baby, take it all. You can fit it all in your tight little pussy,” he says gruffly.
He then pulls all of his fingers out and licks each one so slowly, staring me right in the eyes as he does.
“I want to taste you with my mouth Sophie; I want to drink your juices. Let me clean you up.”
His sexually explicit words only get me more heated, and I’m dying to have his cock in me. I need to be fucked my him so bad it’s driving me crazy.
I then feel his hot mouth clamp down on my clit and I moan so loudly I’m sure the neighbours can hear. Jase puts his entire mouth on my opening and sucks. He moans while he’s down there sucking and nipping and licking my entire pussy.
I can feel the build coming through me and I’m on the verge of combusting. I grip the sheets above my head and tilt my pelvis up as his hands grab my ass cheeks and feasts on my pussy.
I rub into him and I can feel the pressure building. It starts in my core and pulses out of my clit.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, Ohhhhhhhhh. “ And then I moan and scream, I don’t know which because I’m coming all over and my body jerks all over the place.
After what feels like an eternity of orgasms I finally settle down and realise my brow is covered in sweat. I feel beyond satisfied. I can’t believe I came just by his mouth.
Jase hovers over me smiling. His underwear is off and I can see his cock sitting upright, almost pushing his perfectly sculpted abs inside his skin.
“I really, really want to fuck you Sophie. You have no idea how much. But I’m going to hold myself back. I don’t want tonight to be the night we fuck. I want to see you again, and have a proper evening, and really take my time with you. Because I’m going to fuck you so hard that it’ll hurt you,” he says with sexual desire in his eyes.
I can’t even comprehend what he’s saying when I stare at his cock. It is enormous. It is the thickest, longest, largest dick I have ever seen. There is no way that will ever fit inside me. And even if it does, I’ll probably never be able to walk properly again.
Jase then straddles me but puts his huge cock near my chest. He starts to jerk himself off, burning holes into my soul with his emerald green eyes.
I don’t speak; I’m transfixed in this weird state where I’m turned on. It’s like I’m caught in some weird dark state of mind, that’s stirring taboo feelings inside me. Some naughty dark side of me wants him to come all over me. I want to be marked by him. So I squeeze my breasts together, smothering his cock with them.
He pushes his cock in between my breasts, and slides it in and out, in the same way he’d be doing my pussy.
“Fuck your tits are so big, so supple, and so perky.”
He closes his eyes and then stiffens before letting out a loud moan and spilling his milky fluids all over my chest and breasts.
I feel so turned on from the way he gets so turned on just by looking at me. I have never felt so wanted, so attractive to someone who I thought was so out of my league. I can’t wipe the giddy smile on my face as Jase wipes me down and kisses me gently on the forehead before lying next to me and pulling me close to him.
But that smile soon fades.
What have I done?
I know I’ve crossed a line I should never have. And as much as I enjoyed it, I’m already wishing it never happened. I know this won’t last. It can’t. I’m still dealing with way too many issues and he doesn’t need this baggage. Because that’s what I am- baggage.
Jase runs circles on my skin with his fingertips which start to banish away all the scary thoughts. Before long, I’m falling into a deep sleep in Jase’s arms.