Sage's Conquest Pt. 2

I walked into the inn with a small box around 9:30. There was a chance that he could have gone home already but I had to at least try. With the things that happened tonight, I needed a release. I stood patiently at the door waiting for Mr. Drake to open it after my light knock. He opened the door and let me in without a word. I could tell from the way his silent stance by the wall that he wasn’t very happy with me. I shouldn’t feel this guilty for being late. We’re not even a couple. I shouldn’t feel this guilty, but I do.

“I’m sorry I’m late. Family emergency.”
“What happened?”
“Does it matter?” I asked slipping out of the black coat I wore to reveal a red and black fishnet lace-up front camisole and thong. I could see his Adam apple move while he swallowed. His eyes roamed my body slowly, stopping on my hard nipples.
“Ahem. Yes,” he choked out I dropped the coat on the floor and opened the box, taking out the whipped cream I had brought with me.
“I thought we could have fun tonight,” I said, holding up the bottle. “If you want to act like an angry boyfriend, you’ll get what an angry boyfriend does.” I put the bottle back in the box and moved to get my coat. “Really, Mr. Drake, I should be worried. You make things much more --” He took me by surprise, picking me up and pushing my back against the door, with my legs around his waist. “--complicated.” I smiled and watched his eyes continue to devour me.

“My first name’s Austin if you ever want to use it.”
“Austin,” I breathed. I watched his lips move into a smile. Our eyes locked, and I waited for him to make his move. After what felt like an eternity, he had not stopped staring into me. I left a trail of soft, cherry flavored kisses from his cheek to his neck. With my head against the doorframe again, I moved my hands lightly through his fluffy hair and watched his mouth part. He hadn’t kissed me yesterday. I know that he knew he could have, and I couldn’t, wouldn’t kiss him first.

I unbuttoned his shirt and traced his chest and ribcages with my fingertips. I felt a jolt when he moved away from the wall toward the bed. He sat me at the edge of the bed and held my legs open before he slipped out of his slim-fitted grey shirt. I sat still, trying to memorize his body. I looked up from his chest and saw him smiling at me. He kept on smiling as he caught my bottom lip in his. I responded, running my tongue across his top lip and then nibbling and sucking on it. The kiss became passionate, both of us moaning, kissing faster and exploring each other’s mouths. My breathing quickened, and I tugged on his hair. I pushed him back and pulled my hair from its ponytail, running my fingers through it to make sure it lay nicely on my shoulders. I kissed him again, biting hard on his lower lip. I broke away and moved both of my legs to one side. I stood up and motioned for him to stand up with me. Hooking my finger into his jeans, I tugged him into what I knew from previous experience of the inn’s rooms was the bathroom, kissing him all the while. I kicked the door closed behind us and unbuttoned his pants and pushed down the zipper with a single motion. He finished the process, pulling off his pants and boxers as I turned on the shower and adjusted its temperature.

I made myself look innocent, with widening eyes and a finger moving over my bottom lip as I viewed his growing erection. He groaned and moved toward me. I grinned up at him as he melded his body into mine, making me squirm for him to touch and taste more. His fervent kisses alone were taking me over the edge. I moaned into them as his large hands moved from the sides of my breasts to my waist and a finger slipped beneath the string of my thong. The other hand moved up and its thumb brushed my nipple as it unlaced my camisole. It moved to the side, and my taut breasts became exposed.

“You. You,” he uttered. I cocked my head and felt like I was in a trance looking at him beneath lowered lids. I slipped my arms out of the camisole, dropped it on the floor and removed my thong. I stepped into the shower and moved into myself until I got used to the heat. My hair was becoming matted to my head, and the water was covering me like a fiery blanket. I was glad to have worn waterproof mascara. The lip-gloss was hardly needed now that my lips were swollen and red. He leaned against the door of the shower, his head resting against his forearm, admiring the view. I shook my head at him standing there until he finally joined me. Leaning down, he gave me an open-mouthed kiss on my neck, my collarbone, my nipple. I grabbed at his hair moaning and catching my breath in my throat to contain myself. I touched the sides of his neck, indicating he move up. I shoved him against the tiled wall. Taking him by surprise, I kissed him gently and slowly, unlike the frenzied kisses we’d had before. I laid my hand against his chest, slowly moving my hand down. I gripped his erection, opening my mouth as he gasped.

Waiting another minute was too long for Mr. Drake. He parted my legs, avoiding my clitoris. I half-expected him to tease me as he had done the day before, but he stunned me, rubbing lightly on my clit and my opening, gently nudging his finger inside of me. I clutched it inside, breathing heavily. “Mi--, please.” He hadn’t needed to be told twice. Effortlessly lifting me up, he entered me with force. I was so wet that though it had been a few months since I had had sex last, I didn’t feel any discomfort. I moved rhythmically with him, while he grunted into my neck, entering me harder and harder each time. I cried out, scratching his back. We moved into the thrusts, slamming into each other. He placed a hand around my neck, holding it in his hand firmly. It only intensified things. He gave me a solid thrust, jerking back to lift my left leg above his shoulder. He went deeper and deeper inside of me, harder and faster with each stroke. He moaned and I laid my hands flat against the wall, attempting to lessen the blow I felt each time I hit against it. He pulled out slowly and then rammed into me, making me scream and shudder as my body reached its first orgasm. He leaned into me, clenching his body. I could feel him coming. Scratching his back and biting his shoulder, I attempted to smother the sounds of my ecstasy. He moved slightly and another wave of pleasure coursed through me. He moved back and held my face in his sight while I came.

Sighing, I was let down and stretched my arm to receive a bar of hotel soap. I opened the box and held it beneath the water to loosen its suds. I ran it across a loofah and proceeded to wash his back. I turned to let him wash mine, pulling my hair out of the way. We washed each other under the steady stream of hot water until we both were squeaky clean. I moved to step out, but he stopped me, telling me he would get the towels instead. I rubbed my eyes, turned off the water and waited. After a minute, I started to feel like he wasn’t coming anymore. I had one foot out of the shower when he wrapped me up in a fluffy, white towel. I smiled at him, dried off and grabbed my lingerie from the bathroom floor and my coat from the bedroom. I put my hair into a folded ponytail and made for the door.

“Umm, I had a nice time tonight.”

Fully dressed by now, Mr. Drake stood at the side of the door. Leaning in and kissing me lightly, he said, “I’m glad you came.”
“Right. So am I.” When I turned to go, he placed a hand on my upper arm.
“I like being with you, and it’s not just being with you. I’m old enough to know the difference. You know, we could…date.”

My mouth dropped. “You want to DATE me?” I angrily asked. I took a deep breath before stating, “Okay, let me explain something to you. We’ve satisfied each other, and that’s good, but you don’t want a relationship with me. How do I know? You don’t KNOW me.” I was half-way out of the door before I turned back to add, “P.S. I don’t want to date my teacher.” I could feel his gaze on me as I walked steadily down the hallway.

To Be Continued…