A/N: Thank you for reading!
WARNING: language, pure smut etc.
Emily strode confidently through the door of his hotel room the following night as John held the door open for her. She bit her lip, checking him out shamelessly. White t-shirt, light-blue boxers, slightly see-through if she wasn't mistaken. Hair dishevelled, a few fresh cuts and bruises on his beautiful face.
Her eyes sparkled. She stood on her tip-toes and tucked a strand of his hair back with a seductive smile. "Good evening, Mr Wick - "
John grabbed her unexpectedly, pushed her with her back to the hotel room door, his mouth pressing roughly to hers. With a growl, he forced her to part her lips with his tongue.
He had just finished a job and was still riled up, aggressive. She loved it.
Emily tangled her hands in his hair and moaned into the kiss, kissing him back feverishly. When he moved one large hand up her back and gripped the back of her neck, she melted in his arms, letting out a submissive whimper.
Breaking the kiss, John took hold of her arm and dragged her further into the room, pulling her body close to his. She gasped when her back collided with his solid broad chest and his palm came to rest on her stomach. His hot breath on her neck, in her hair, she already felt dizzy and warm and wet from so much manhandling.
"Take your clothes off. Get on the bed." He breathed in her ear.
With shaky hands, she slowly turned to face him as she slipped her silky black robe off of her shoulders. This time she chose not to wear any underwear at all. The slight smirk on his face and the way his eyes roamed her naked body was confirmation enough that it had been the right choice.
She kicked off her heels and slowly backed towards the bed until she felt the edge of the mattress behind her knees. John stalked towards her, watching her every move.
She sank down onto the bed, looking up at him innocently as he towered above her.
"Good girl." He praised, dark eyes glued to her. "Lie down."
She did as she was told, a little out of breath already, and weak in the knees.
"Touch yourself."
"What?" She squeaked.
"You heard me. I wanna see how you touch yourself."
Emily hesitated, feeling insecure.
"What's the matter? You've done it before... right?" John said gruffly, voice dropping even lower if that was possible.
"But not in front of someone... like you..." She took a deep breath and pulled her knees up until she could plant her feet on the mattress. Spreading her thighs further so he would have the perfect view, she moved one hand up her torso hesitantly, feeling butterflies in her belly under his intense gaze.
His eyes seemed to have softened a bit upon her confession. John didn't say anything, didn't pressure her, but waited patiently for her to continue in her own time.
She forced herself to relax and sucked two fingers into her mouth to wet them, moved her hand back down her body and in between her legs. She was already wet, so she parted her folds, running her fingers along her wet slit, gathering the slickness before she brought her fingers to her clit and started drawing soft circles.
John licked his lips, his Adam's apple moved in his throat as he swallowed, his hands clenched into fists.
She moved her hips into her hand, letting out a little groan. Her nipples were hard, goosebumps formed on her skin, she felt hot all over with the way he was watching her with dark hooded eyes yet still keeping his distance.
When her eyes dropped lower, she noticed the slight bulge in his briefs straining against the thin material. She bit her lip to hide her smile. Feeling more confident, she closed her eyes and focused on her body, on the tingling sparks in her lower abdomen. She moved her hand faster, rubbed her little swollen clit harder, her hips bucking off the bed. Knowing that his eyes were still on her, she sucked two fingers into her mouth and cupped her breast, tugging at her nipple with wet pads, arching her back to give him a good show.
He cupped himself through his boxers, squeezing his erection lightly while she writhed slowly in the sheets, head tilted back. Her nipples were stiff, breasts round and soft, her pink pussy glistening. She was moaning and sighing quietly, working her sensitive little nub with her small hand.
John couldn't resist any longer. Emily felt him move, sensed him stepping closer. Suddenly he grabbed her calves and yanked her to the edge of the mattress, towards him. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a heavy breath. "John..."
He knelt on the floor and then his big strong hands were on her thighs, slowly caressing up and down. John held her gaze and propped her leg over his shoulder, turning his head to swipe his tongue over the sensitive spot behind her knee. A choked sob escaped her, her hand faltered in its movements, she lost focus.
"Keep going, darling. Don't stop." John muttered his command against her skin followed by a sharp nip with his teeth to emphasize his words, making her quiver and moan deep in her throat under his hands. He kissed and licked further down her inner thigh, his beard tickling her.
He sucked hard on her soft skin and she cried out, a rush of fresh slickness pooling between her thighs. Her hips arched off the bed, but John simply tightened his hold on her legs and held her close to him with a bruising grip.
"Now what did I say?" He chided her gruffly.
"Yes, sir, Mr Wick... I'm sorry..." She almost chocked on her words, remembering why she was actually there in his hotel room. To do what he wanted, to please him, not the other way around. Though he was making it so goddamn hard for her not to focus on her own pleasure only.
Her pussy throbbed, she was already breathing heavily, heart beating wildly in her chest. At this point, she was wet enough and ready to take him, but she realized he wouldn't bury himself inside her unless she made herself come first.
Emily moved her fingers faster, drawing tighter circles on her clit to bring herself to completion as fast as possible. But John took her by surprise again. His own hand snuck between her swollen folds, teasing her opening lightly at first, and then he eased two of his thick fingers in, carefully but in one go.
"Oh God..." She exclaimed in shock, clamping a hand over her mouth. He dragged his calloused fingertips slowly but forcefully along her walls, hitting her sweet spot on every thrust. He moved them faster and harder inside her, spreading his thick fingers and stretching her opening more to prepare her for his length.
She chocked on a sob and forced her shaking hand to keep working her clit just like he had demanded of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, panting hard against her own hand, trying her best to keep all the moans and mewls to a bare minimum at the heat enveloping her, at the tingling deep within.
"Good girl. That's it, just a little more, darling, cum for me. I know you're close." John praised and encouraged, keeping her pinned down easily as he tortured her with the hard strong swipe of his fingers in her pussy.
Hearing his deep hoarse whispers combined with his thick fingers deep inside her pressing against her sensitive patch just right made her topple over the edge and come undone.
She trembled and shook on the bed, her walls contracting as he fingered her through it. He never let up, and when he felt her orgasm subsiding, John pushed her hand from her pussy and closed his lips around her overstimulated clit, sucking it hard into his mouth.
She screamed at the almost painful electric shockwaves washing through her and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let her.
"John... no... stop, please... please..." She begged and sobbed, bucking against him, but he still ignored her. His pads scraped consistently against her walls, his mouth tormented her wet swollen clit.
She buried her hands in his hair, tugging roughly at the strands, pushing with her shins against his shoulders and chest as the pressure in her lower body grew and grew.
She couldn't get him off her. With seemingly no effort, he kept his bruising hold on her, enduring her pushing and shoving and yanking of his hair.
"John... fuck, don't stop... I think I'm gonna... fuck..." She changed her pleas, feeling another much stronger and different kind of orgasm close.
He put his forearm over her stomach, working her patiently until he felt her body stiffen and the wound tight coil deep within her finally snapped.
She gushed around his fingers, coming hard and wet with a long deep moan. When she finally stilled on the bed, body shaking slightly, John removed his fingers from her and released her clit only to grip her thighs firmly, spread her legs further and bury his face in her cunt.
Emily whimpered helplessly as he lapped up her juices with a possessive growl, not allowing her to move an inch. But he had mercy on her and refrained from tormenting her clit again.
To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clench and throb, sparks and tingles spreading warmth through her. He pulled with his lips on her folds, swept his tongue through the mess, nudged her opening teasingly, even licked the wetness off of her inner thighs. He licked the entire length of her pussy so thoroughly that she started to feel self-conscious, but longed to feel him inside her at the same time. She suppressed a moan when he shoved his hands underneath her ass and lifted her closer to his mouth. Weakly, she pushed at his head and he moved his mouth to her inner thigh, sucking one last mark into her skin before finally releasing her.
"The sweetest cunt I've ever had." He rasped, his voice seemed like another caress added to her already oversensitive body. John looked at her with intense chocolate eyes, pupils lust-blown, hair completely dishevelled.
His will-power was astounding, she had no idea how he managed to still hold himself back and not pounce on her. Another man, a lesser man, would never have had the strength to even wait for her to get wet enough to take him. And he made her fucking squirt.
Before she had the chance to overanalyze and be ashamed of the pool of wetness on the bed, John had gotten up and she was distracted as he stripped.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head, pushed down his boxers, standing before her completely naked for the first time. A few bruises and old scars marred his chest, a long and deep gash on his abdomen seemed to have been recently stitched up.
She whimpered submissively at the sight of him. He was dangerous, menacing.
"Mr Wick, you're hurt - "
"Don't worry about it, kiska." He dismissed her concern in a sharp tone.
She shuddered in fright of him, at the use of the foreign pet name, but reached one hand out to him. "John..."
John smirked at her neediness despite her evident fear of him. He took hold of her hips and repositioned her on the bed, moving her to a dry spot on the sheets before he got on his knees between her legs, dragged her closer to him and aligned his cock with her entrance. Since she was so sensitive, he pushed slowly into her but still with only one thrust. He groaned and huffed as her cunt stretched around his aching flesh, her small body twitching underneath him.
She whimpered when he entered her, feeling too tight to take his girth, but then he was fully inside and filling her so good.
"Does it hurt, darling?" He checked in with her, searching her flushed face for any sign of pain.
She shook her head slightly. "No... no, I can take it."
"You sure you don't need a break?" The corner of his mouth twitched and she realized he was taunting her on purpose.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing her walls around him, watching his eyes turn even darker.
"Tick tock, Mr Wick. You better start moving if you wanna cum tonight."
John chuckled darkly and gripped her thighs as he pulled out and rammed hard back into her. She cried out and clawed at his biceps as he started pounding her roughly and forced her legs back against her chest, gripping the edge of the bed to brace himself.
"Fuck... John..." She sobbed into his neck, clinging onto him. He shoved one hand under her ass, squeezing her flesh hard.
She was warm and soft and dripping, wrapping around his aching cock as if she was made for him. Made solely for him, ready to be taken whenever he needed release. Made to lie there and let him pound her sweet perfect cunt.
She was taking him willingly and with no complaints, making noises that drove him crazy and riled the beast within him even more. At this rate, he wouldn't last long and after her strong intense climaxes, John decided not to be too rough with her and cut her some slack.
He was hitting her sweet spot with each thrust and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it any longer, he slowed his movements with a grunt and suddenly stilled inside her.
Emily whined in confusion and exhaustion, body starting to tremble as he unexpectedly took hold of both her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing his lips to hers. Keeping a vice-like grip on her wrists, his right hand moved over her body, along her stomach, caressing and kneading her breasts as he kissed her deep and slow, moaning into her mouth with a growl rumbling low in his throat. She let out a sigh and arched up into his touch, feeling herself become even wetter. He slipped his hand up her sternum, his fingers wrapping around her throat, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her neck.
John felt her wet cunt flutter around him and more slickness leaking from her, covering his cock.
"Oh God..." She whimpered quietly against his lips, opening her eyes to look into his.
"You're doing well, baby... so good for me... you're exactly what I need..."
He was hot and heavy inside her, pressing into every single nerve ending and not moving.
"John... please... keep going... fuck me... I can't take it any longer, I need you to fuck me..." She pleaded helplessly.
He felt her arms tense and tug against his hold, her hips pushing up into his to rub against his pubic bone for some sort of friction. John gave in and circled his hips, grinding hard into her to relieve a bit of her ache. She hissed, biting down on her lip and squeezing her eyes shut.
Emily felt herself right on the brink, close to another orgasm despite her tired body, when he suddenly pulled out, leaned up, took hold of her hips and flipped her swiftly onto her stomach.
She was about to spread her legs for him but he stopped her and she felt him move and straddle her thighs instead, his hard length probing against her entrance. She pressed her cheek into the soft sheets of the bed and waited for him nervously.
John shoved a hand underneath her stomach to lift her hips a little for better access. He pushed in again, her pussy giving in to him easily. Emily was panting heavily, fighting the urge to open her legs for him.
"Keep still, baby. Just like that, you can take it." John kept grunting encouraging words as he slid all the way in. "Good girl."
She groaned loudly; he felt even bigger in that position. His strong thighs on either side of hers kept her locked in, his large palm under her stomach held her against him. John pressed his middle finger into her clit and started to move inside her.
"Fuck..." She choked out, buried her face in the sheets and sobbed and cried as he thrust in and out of her steadily, growling and panting hotly in her hair, talking dirty, whispering how tight and soaking wet and perfect her little cunt was for him.
She thought she would pass out. The low rumble of his deep voice was enough to make her come, but it still took her by surprise when she came undone yet again so easily. Her heavy breathing was muffled as all she could do was lay there and wait for him to finish.
Her small helpless frame underneath him drove him wild, he loved it how pliant and sensitive she was, how strongly she reacted to him. In that moment, he was more certain than ever that he needed to keep her around a little longer.
Her pussy squeezed around him and he felt the familiar hot pull deep inside, his hips stuttered and he faltered in his movements. John groaned, biting hard into the shell of her ear. "Can I cum on your back, darling?" He asked for permission, tightening his hold on her stomach to feel her close.
"Fuck... Mr Wick... you can cum wherever the fuck you want on me..." She cursed, a shudder running through her. This huge strong man, this assassin who could snap her easily in half, was asking for her consent.
"Thank you, baby." John chuckled darkly in her ear and bit lightly into her neck before he pulled out of her, stroked himself roughly a few times and spilled his seed all over her lower back and ass with a groan.
He flopped onto his back next to her, brushing a hand through his sweaty, dishevelled hair. He lay there for a few minutes before sitting up and taking a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. Scooting closer to her, he wiped the sticky mess off of her. She didn't even stir.
"Darling?" He said amused, smirking slightly when he heard her mumble his name sleepily. He was a bit too rough with her, too intense and had worn her out. Either she didn't have sex very often or was simply not used to being used like that. Maybe she was more familiar with men who fucked her once, twice at the max, and were done for.
He would try being more gentle with her next time until she got used to him. John moved her to a more comfortable spot on the bed and covered her with a blanket. A few drops of blood had stained the sheets. Looking down at his stomach, he saw that the stitches on his fresh wound had opened up.
With a groan, he poured a glass of bourbon and set to dress it again. The adrenaline after the hunt had left his body, the pain started seeping in, but he felt satisfied and calm enough to rest after the glorious fucking.
He never wanted to fuck the same woman twice, usually sex didn't help calm his senses enough to relax. But the sex with this girl did. He should have known she would manage to distract him from his demons since she had already captured his attention even with her clothes on when he had seen her at the bar downstairs for the first time.
John downed the last bit of bourbon and slipped into bed to finally allow himself to rest.
Emily woke a few hours later with a dry throat. Spotting the glass of water on the nightstand, she sat up in bed and downed it greedily. Running a hand through her hair, she realized that she was in a hotel room at the Continental. The first rays of sunshine were seeping through the huge windows, covering everything in a mysterious, warm orange glow.
John Wick was standing in front of the windows with his naked, tattooed, muscular back to her, dressed in only his light-blue boxers, and sipping bourbon.
It was morning. She had spent an entire night with the man. Emily panicked as it hit her. "Oh my God, Mr Wick, I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I'll be on my way -"
"No." John interrupted her sharply. "Stay right where you are."
Emily swallowed nervously, not sure whether she should do or say something or just shut the hell up before she made things worse.
"You're not a hooker." He stated calmly. "You're not one of the escorts registered at the Continental."
Fuck, he got onto her. "No..." She admitted meekly. "I didn't think you'd check."
"I didn't. Why did you tell Charon I asked for you?" He finally turned around, his sharp laser-like gaze piercing through her.
"I need a cigarette." Emily sighed heavily, scrambling out of bed to get the packet and lighter out of the pocket of her silky robe. She felt his eyes on her and remembered that she was stark naked, but was too proud to put her robe on and shield herself from him. It would have symbolized defeat. Avoiding eye contact with him, she climbed back into bed as gracefully as she could and covered herself with the blanket.
Lighting a cigarette, she took a deep drag and leaned back into the pillows. "Isn't it obvious, Mr Wick, why I knocked on your door?"
John raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to go on.
She blew out smoke, giving him a seductive smile. "Because I wanted to."
His eyes turned dark, she saw his jaw clench and thought he was going to pounce on her.
"You're playing dangerously, kitten." He rasped, eyes glued to hers.
"So far it's been working out just fine for me, Mr Wick, don't you think?" She licked her bottom lip, dragging it slowly between her teeth as her eyes scanned his body.
John smiled slightly at her words and took a sip from his drink.
"Truth is, I didn't know who you were when I first saw you." She confessed more seriously now, looking him bravely in the eyes. "When I came to New York I've heard the rumours of course, like everyone else, but I didn't know it was you people were talking about. I saw you at the bar and I wanted you, simple as that. By the time I found out that... that you were one of the most feared hitmen out there, it was too late. I... I couldn't get you out of my mind."
John remained quiet, she couldn't tell whether her words had affected him in any way.
"What are you doing at the Continental?" He asked in a normal, even tone, his voice raspy yet still warm.
She took a deep breath, her heart was pounding wildly in her ears. "I'm not an escort, but... I used to perform. At the Continental in Tokyo, Rome and then Paris. But I got tired of taking off my clothes in front of drunk assassins so I quit."
John stared long and hard at her without saying a word until she started to squirm nervously.
"You're looking for an adventure? Is that why you came to New York?"
"No... more like out of necessity. Winston helped me out, I didn't have anywhere else to go." Emily said with a hesitant smile. "I heard that some of the waitresses made extra money entertaining some men at the Continental... and... and partying with pretty rich boys whose daddies have more money than they could possibly spend in a lifetime..."
Again, John didn't say anything and she quickly stubbed her cigarette out to distract herself from his looming presence.
"I don't need your approval, John." She whispered quietly, feeling a rush of shame because she was still secretly hoping he wouldn't judge too harshly.
Everything clicked into place. Every time she was at the bar, sitting on the lap of a different man almost every week, laughing, drinking and joking with them. But still looking his way longingly, shooting him innocent yet seductive glances each time he looked at her.
John wiped his mouth slowly, feeling desire stir inside him again. "What is it that you do for them, sweetheart?"
"Uhm... well..." Her cheeks were burning, she couldn't believe he was asking her.
"Blowjobs? Handjobs?" John asked flatly, she couldn't read him. "Do you masturbate in front of them?"
"Uh... yeah... yeah..." Emily stuttered, pulling her knees up to her chest. She had never felt more vulnerable in her entire life.
John noticed how she had curled up on the bed, hiding her naked body from him. It made him grow even harder. "You like to go all the way with them?" He cleared his throat and set his bourbon aside, making her jump at the sound of glass clinking on wood. "You fuck them?"
"Sometimes... I sleep with the boys at the Red Circle if I'm attracted to them, but not for money... I like to go for the older, more harmless men... the old, retired assassins who can't even get it up with Viagra."
John raised an eyebrow again, his eyes growing softer. He licked his lips, staring her down.
Feeling a bit more confident since he seemed to be asking simply out of curiosity, she relaxed a little and leaned back with a sly smile. "They ask me for small sexual favours every now and then but most of the time they just appreciate my company, Mr Wick."
John stayed silent for so long, she didn't know what to do. When he turned his back on her again, she couldn't bear the uncomfortable silence any longer.
"That's why I lied. I knew I couldn't get close to you unless I used some kind of trick. I'm sorry Mr Wick... I'm gonna go, please don't tell the management..." She ended quietly, slowly getting out of bed.
"C'mere, darling." He suddenly commanded, making her freeze on the spot. He turned slightly and reached his hand out to her. Emily stepped forward and he grabbed her arm, yanking her towards him and maneuvering her in front of him. He kissed her neck, rubbing himself against her.
"Oh... Mr, Wick, you're hard... fuck..." She whispered in shock.
"We're not done here, my sweet little girl." His big hands stroked over her breasts, stomach and sides briefly before he dipped his fingers between her thighs and lightly touched her wet clit, his covered bulge pressed tightly to her.
"You're wet, baby." He commented with a chuckle, licking the shell of her ear, blowing hot breath against her neck. "Ready for me."
She pressed her lips together, holding back a moan, but then still let out a shuddering breath as she pressed back against him, moving her hips a little.
"Do you want me, baby?" He rasped, running his hands down her arms, taking her by the wrists and forcing her hands above her head. "Do you want to feel me deep inside you, darling?"
"Oh God yes... yes, Mr Wick, please..." She arched her back more, pressing her forearms and torso against the window in front of her.
"Stay like that." She felt him pull himself from his boxers behind her and shuddered when his bare cock brushed against her.
John parted her folds with the tip, teasing her a little as he dragged his length along her wet flesh and nudged her clit, smiling at the soft hums coming from her. She parted her legs more and rubbed herself a little on him, but kept still otherwise.
He groaned at the feeling of her warm softness against him, of her small body, the way she tried to move as little as possible and keep quiet, desperately trying not to be overzealous.
John placed a wet kiss to her shoulderblade, pressed the tip of his cock against her opening and pushed in, torturously slow. She let out a guttural moan when she felt him penetrate her, stretch her with his cock.
"John... " She moaned his name, revelling in the sensation of being filled inch by inch. "Oh fuck... you're so big... so big... oh God... John..."
He clenched his jaw with a grunt when he was fully inside, her tight walls wet and hot and snug around him. He held her waist firmly and gripped the back of her knee with his other hand, lifting her leg to open her more for him as he started to move within her slowly, languidly.
Emily whined, biting her lip at the torturous rhythm and turned her head, pressing her cheek against the cool surface of the window as she circled her hips.
"You like that, babe?" John rumbled low in his throat, practically growling with each thrust into her. "You feel so fucking amazing around my cock."
"Yes, sir." She mewled, panting. "You feel so good inside me, Mr Wick. So good."
The head of his cock hit her sensitive spot on each shallow thrust, making her shudder every time against him. John knew she needed just a little more to come apart, but she stayed silent and didn't ask for it, just kept mewling and whining quietly. It made his cock twitch deep inside her.
"That's my girl, doing so well for me."
Emily suddenly felt her body being lifted higher, being pressed more into the purchase that the window provided and she gasped in shock when she found the toes of her foot barely touching the floor. John was holding up the weight of her body easily. She cursed loudly, letting out a deep moan and heard him chuckle darkly in response.
He moved her a little faster up and down his cock, thrust up into her harder and deeper a few times, eliciting a few high-pitched moans from her before setting her with both her feet down on the floor and resuming a slower rhythm.
"Fuck... oh God... John..." Her soft moan turned into a helpless whimper when he covered her mound with his flat palm and his finger rubbed her clit, his cock still hitting that patch inside her. A few, hard tough circles around her wet little clit and she was falling over the edge, coming hard on his cock. John held her close to him, pushing deep into her, so that her clenching and spasming pussy wouldn't push him out.
He continued to rub her through it even after her orgasm had died down, folding his body over her and not allowing her to buck away from him until he was close to coming himself as she cried and writhed against him. When he was just about to spill, he pulled out, spun her around and shoved her with her back against the window, thrust hard into her pussy again; his pubic bone grinding into her swollen clit, one big hand grabbing her ass and the other clamping over her mouth as he stared deep into her eyes and forced her to be quiet.
She didn't know how it happened, how it was even possible. But she was so highly worked up that she came again in an instant, her loud cry muffled by his large palm. The way he manhandled her from one position into another, keeping her up against the window with only his body and one hand on her ass. His dark eyes burning right through her, pinning her to the spot. It only added to the intensity. All she could do was dig her nails into his biceps and shoulders and lock her legs around his thighs as he forced her into another orgasm, body trembling against his. He came right after her, spurting her walls with his load as he pressed his cheek to her head, growling into her hair. His hips pumped, her walls clenched and pushed him out this time. They both groaned loudly.
John removed his hand from her mouth and pressed a few kisses to her head as he brushed his fingers through her hair soothingly. Her legs slipped down his thighs and she leaned back heavily, looking up into his face.
"Bastard." She cursed under her breath, but gave him a weary smile. "Oh Jesus... fucking hell, John..."
"Are you okay, baby?" John looked at her with dark eyes and a satisfied smirk, cupping her face gently.
"Fuck... let me think..." She closed her eyes with a laugh, leaning into his touch.
"I didn't think you'd come again so quickly, sweetheart." He rasped against her forehead, kissing her gently as he stroked her arms. "I kind of lost control there at the end..."
"Really? Wow..." She laughed happily, feeling giddy knowing she had done that to John Wick. "I also didn't think I'd come again so fast... God, John... you'll fucking ruin me, baby. I need another cigarette."
She placed her hand on his chest to tell him to move, but he stepped even closer and braced his forearms on the window, caging her in with his body. Leaning in, he pressed his lips softly to hers and kissed her gently. Emily let out a soft moan, heat spreading from her head to her toes as he swiped his tongue against her lips, coaxing her into opening up for him. She snaked her arms around him and deepened the kiss, her fingers pulling at his hair and making him let out a growl. She stood up on her tip-toes, straining, pressing closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and simply held her, kissed her slowly.
"I'm checking out in a few hours." He said quietly against her lips when they parted, and felt bad when her face fell and he rejoiced in her disappointment.
"Oh... so you're not going to come here anytime soon - "
"Have breakfast with me." John demanded unexpectedly.
"What? Oh Johnny..." She licked a wet, teasing stripe up his neck and pulled at his earlobe with her teeth. "You had me all night. I don't do breakfast, baby."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back. "I want you to come with me and let me fuck you every night."
Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him in shock. With his hand in her hair, she was struggling on her tip-toes. Emily was a little scared to turn him down, but still felt a rush of excitement. "But John... I don't normally do this. I'm not a prostitute, it's not my job -"
"Yeah, I got that." John interrupted gruffly. "But I want you, no one else. Meet me for drinks tomorrow night."
Emily took a shuddering breath, her heart beating wildly. He was looking down at her pleadingly, almost desperate.
"You're not pissed at me?" She whispered in disbelief.
He gave her a soft smile and then bit his lip as his gaze turned hotter, eyes roaming over her. "Never. How can I be pissed at a girl with such a hot little cunt? Always ready for me to use and all mine."
She blushed at his words, feeling too naked again in his presence. His hands were still on her, not letting go of her. "This is not all yours, Mr Wick."
"But it will be, kiska." His words sounded almost like a threat.
"Okay, fine, it's a date. Drinks tomorrow, I'll be there." Shyly, she brushed her hair out of her face and looked away.
John nodded quietly, pressed one last hard kiss to her lips and disappeared into the en suite bathroom.
When she was alone, Emily sank down onto the bed, her knees buckling. Finally, she lit her cigarette and took a nervous drag. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, her head was spinning. It wasn't like she had unleashed John Wick's wrath upon herself, but it still felt like she had opened up a Pandora's box.
She wiped his sticky seed off of her, trying not to think about what he had done to her and what she had gotten herself into. Pulling her silky robe on, she stubbed her cigarette out and snuck out of his hotel room, hoping she wouldn't run into someone in the hallway.
John stepped back into the room to find her gone. He let out a sigh in disappointment. She got scared of him and his possessiveness, he should have expected her to run from him. But she wasn't going to get far, her longing for him would lure her back in.