Here it is! My entry for 2023 Bodice Rippers! It won Hottest Foreplay. I'm beyond delighted. Let's say, I tried! I hope you love it as much as I do, I had a great time writing it!
Room 1901. One hour.
My body clenched at the text before I swiped it away. No one was near me to read over my shoulder, but there was a principle at stake.
I was a married mother of two, on track to become partner at the firm. It wouldn't do for anyone to know I was being invited to a hotel room in the middle of the workday by the equally married and equally paternal Cullen, as in "Cullen, Cullen, and Hale."
Edward Cullen was the second Cullen. Carlisle Cullen, his father, was the first. The firm was once Cullen and Hale Associates. Cullen the younger and Hale the younger made partner together, four years ago, when Hale the elder retired. Shortly after, Edward Cullen announced that he and his new wife were expecting twins.
I shouldn't meet him. Not again. But, oh, it was tempting. He could make my body sing in ways no other man could.
Five minutes passed and then—
I need to taste that sweet pussy.
Damnit. He knew exactly what to say to make sure I couldn't ignore him.
I tried to put thoughts of him aside and keep working.
It worked.
… For a little while.
"I'm going out. I have a meeting." I tried to breeze past my assistant.
"There's nothing on your calendar," Tanya said, eyeing me doubtfully.
Damn it.
"Oh yeah, I just got word about it. It'll take me a few hours, and then I'll probably work from home."
There was no way I could be presentable for the office after what I expected Edward had in store for me. I'd do my best for the babysitter and my husband, but they'd accept "I got a work out in" as an excuse.
The office wouldn't.
Tanya shrugged and returned to her phone call.
"Okay, I'm back, Jess. She's gone," I heard as I rounded the corner. "Anyway, you think he's cheating on her?"
I paused, curious. Probably office gossip. Jess was Edward's assistant.
"Wait, he's sending flowers to hotels?" Tanya gasped. "You're so right. Used to be his house, right? Every Friday, like clockwork."
Fuck. I thought we'd been subtle. They had to be talking about Edward because it was true—he famously sent his wife flowers every Friday, timed to arrive home just before she did. They used to be red roses. At some point, he'd switched to huge bouquets of mixed brightly colored arrangements. The rumor was when she'd had the babies, he'd decided to focus on making their home as bright as the children made their lives. He still sent the flowers, but he also sent roses to the hotel, to me, every time I met up with him.
Cheesy, beautiful bastard.
"You don't know who it is? Well, maybe you can be next then." Tanya giggled. "Maybe I should get in line too. What I'd like to do to that man…" her voice trailed off before—"Jess! You're so bad! I get it, though. Who's surprised he's straying though. His wife had twins. Bet she's all stretched out now."
I rolled my eyes. Enough of this. I knew neither his nor my assistant was at all his type.
Besides, I would be late at this rate.
I want your mouth.
I swallowed a moan as I read the latest text and slipped into the hall to press the button on the elevator. It opened quickly but moved slowly. I tapped my foot impatiently; the sound muffled on the carpeted elevator floor.
Not one inch of you will go unlicked.
I squirmed, my face heating.
Finally, the door opened into the atrium. I strode through, enjoying the perfect click-clack of my shoes against the marble. Stepping into the sunlight, I stretched my hand to the cab about to pass.
"Chicago Grand, please," I said, slipping into the back and throwing the driver a smile.
He blinked at me once, twice, before nodding and pulling away from the curb.
We always met at the Chicago Grand. It was romantic, in its way, this tradition of ours. Hot as hell too.
I settled back in the seat and pulled a small mirror out of my bag to double-check my face. I wasn't wearing a ton of makeup, just enough to keep my skin even and fresh looking. I carefully freshened my mascara and lipgloss.
The texts kept coming in.
I have a surprise for you.
Gonna pound you so hard you'll feel me for a week.
Pacing this room like an animal … I need something juicy to sink my teeth into.
~o~o~o~
The cab stopped in front of the hotel, and a doorman darted forward to open the door for me. I paid the cabbie, tipped handsomely, and climbed from the car as gracefully as I could—I wasn't nearly as clumsy as I'd been as a child, but there's only so much grace a woman in heels can have when exiting a sedan.
I marched purposefully across the lobby and pressed the elevator button, my foot resuming its impatient tapping as I waited.
The elevator ride was interminable, thanks to a hotel guest with an enormous cart of luggage who didn't appear to know what floor he needed.
At last, I gave myself a final adjustment using the reflection in the shiny brass elevator doors, and set off down the hall.
I'd long since stopped hesitating before I knocked when meeting Edward. I didn't even have the chance to hesitate today. The door swung open before I had an opportunity to raise my hand.
"Finally," he breathed as he tugged me into the room. The door swung shut with a soft snick, and I was pressed against it, Edward's body flush with mine.
"Do you know how hard it was this morning?" he grunted, pressing his hips against my stomach, leaving no room for confusion on what precisely was so hard—or how hard. "How hard it was to sit across from you in that meeting? Knowing it would be hours before I would get you here with me? Hours before I could get my hands on that luscious little body."
I whimpered a little as his hand ghosted down my body to grasp my ass firmly.
"Fuck, baby, I love the sounds you make. Do you make them for him?"
He drew more, louder, sounds from me as he slipped his hand under my skirt, firmly pushing my thong aside, and slipping two fingers inside me.
Edward chuckled at my moan. "That's it, baby girl. Let me hear you. When was the last time he touched you like this?"
"This … morning," I stammered, a little breathless. It was true. My husband, a very loving and attentive man, had surprised me in the shower. I hadn't been meeting Edward in a hotel because there was anything wrong in my marriage—my husband wasn't lacking. I loved him, and he loved me. But these stolen moments with Edward were … exciting.
"Well," Edward smirked. "I'll have to make you come even harder than he did."
With that declaration, Edward began moving his hand more insistently, his thumb firmly circling my clit, his fingers pumping steadily inside me.
I tipped my head back, searching for his mouth.
"Greedy little girl," he grunted. "First you have this sopping pussy that's just swallowing my fingers, and now you want a kiss?"
"Please," my words came out on a squeal as he twisted his fingers. "I need … I need …"
"What do you need, baby?"
"More…" I whispered. Between the anticipation and his texts, it wouldn't take much for me to finish. I was so worked up before I stepped off the elevator.
"Oh, you can have all the more you want, my beautiful little girl," he chuckled. "Let me see you."
With his free hand, he gently, far more gently than I expected, unzipped my dress, withdrew his hand from between my thighs, and unceremoniously shoved my expensive silk sheath dress to the floor. And then his fingers were once again busily working me into a frenzy. Almost lazily, he unhooked my bra with his other hand and equally unceremoniously dropped it to the floor, leaving me in just my crooked thong.
I should've been self-conscious, standing there all but naked, in high heels, while a fully dressed man had his hands all over my body, but I couldn't find it in me to care.
"You're squeezing my fingers so hard, baby girl. Imagine how you'll hold my cock like a fucking vice. But you gotta come for me first. I have plans for you today. Come on, baby."
His fingers were moving faster and faster, curling and stroking that spot. His thumb circling my clit faster and faster.
Edward finally settled his mouth against mine, swallowing my cries as the pressure built in my core, his tongue swiping through my open lips to battle and dominate my own.
"Look at me," he ground out, pulling back from the kiss, fingers still stroking my center madly. "I want you to see who is making you come. Whose hand you're riding like there's no tomorrow."
I opened my eyes, unaware I'd ever closed them, and met his shining emerald gaze.
"Good girl," he crooned. Then, he ducked down and took my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking firmly.
"Come for me, baby," he growled against my boob.
I couldn't take it. He was drawing more and more pleasure from me until all I could see were stars.
I was dimly aware of him withdrawing his hand and fixing my panties before he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down ever so gently, a harsh contrast with how he'd manhandled me into my climax.
I was startled by a slurping sound and looked up to find Edward sprawled next to me, the fingers that had so recently been so deep inside me now in his mouth.
"You always taste divine," he moaned. "I need it from the source."
He settled himself between my legs, and I felt—and heard—him tear my thong.
"Must you destroy all my underwear?" I sighed, jolting involuntarily as his fingers brushed my sensitive pussy.
"You soaked your poor panties first," he said matter-of-factly, tugging my shoes from my feet. "I was rescuing them."
I rolled my eyes. Ridiculous man.
"Now, be quiet. If you can. It's time for my snack."
"Oh my god, you're gonna kill me," I whimpered as he hitched my thigh over his shoulder and dove in, sucking my clit into his mouth and slipping his fingers back inside.
As he licked and nibbled, I writhed, trying to get away, trying to pull him closer. I had my fingers buried in his hair, tugging him this way and that. Sometimes he let me move him where I wanted. More often, he just chuckled, the vibrations making me squirm and scream, before he ate me the way he wanted.
I was getting close—again—when he slipped his fingers out and then back in, harder, deeper, and … was he vibrating?
He lifted his mouth off me, laughing lightly at my gasps.
I looked down, and yeah, I was right. His fingers were—obviously—not inside me anymore. In their place was a hot pink buzzing hunk of plastic, which he was casually pumping into my body.
"I told you I had a surprise," he smirked before ducking his head and blowing a stream of cool air on my clit.
My entire body clenched, back arching, legs tensing, as I exploded.
He stroked me gently as I came down.
"Sorry, baby, I didn't expect you to come so fast," he said, not looking at all remorseful. "I'm not remotely done snacking though, so you're gonna have to be a good girl and lie still while I get my fill."
And then he began licking up and down along my center, again. His licks were almost lazy. The change from the frenzied way he'd been sucking me dry before made me doubt his words.
Edward Cullen wasn't a man who made mistakes. He wasn't a man who did things he didn't mean to. If he didn't want to lick me into a climax, he wouldn't.
My fingers knotted their way into his hair, desperately needing more, to stop, I didn't know.
He sucked my clit into his mouth again, making me shake, and kept pumping the toy into me.
"Look at you." Edward's voice was soft and velvety, washing over my breathless body like warm water as you sink into a steaming bath. "You've got the prettiest little pussy, all soft and bare and pink and always so wet. And you're so full. Fuck, baby girl, you look so good with a vibrator fucking you."
I squirmed and his eyes darkened.
"I know what you need." A dangerous smirk settled over his mouth, and he reached up to unknot his tie.
My breath hitched and he hovered over me, taking my hands and pulling them above my head to loop the silky fabric around them. I probably could've gotten out of it by myself, but I wasn't going to try.
"What's that for?" Oh, yikes. I was all breathless. My words came out on a moan like I was in a porno.
"I need my little slut to keep her hands to herself while I finish playing with her gorgeous body," he said, very matter-of-factly considering he was hovering over a writhing naked woman with a vibrator in her pussy and her hands twisted into a tie above her head.
He surveyed me for a moment before grinning. He walked over to the dresser, picking up something I couldn't identify.
And then he put the sleep mask over my eyes.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice suddenly sweet. He caressed my cheek gently.
I smiled and nodded into his hand. "Yeah, I'm good."
"Good, because you have this sexy little body, and I have things to do."
And then, his hand was between my legs, pumping the vibrator relentlessly. I whimpered, but he was just beginning. He took my nipple in his mouth and began kneading my other breast almost roughly in his other hand.
My back arched, shoving my chest further into his face and hand.
"More, please, harder," I panted.
He chuckled. "So greedy, but an excellent idea, my sweet little slut."
His hands disappeared from my body. That wasn't the deal.
"Hey!"
"Oh, you spoiled girl," he said, sounding like he was across the room. "Does your husband never say no to you?"
"Not usually," I grumbled.
"Well, of course not," he continued casually, as if he wasn't in the process of torturing and edging me into endless, powerful orgasms. "Who could ever say no to a pretty thing like you? I normally can't."
I pouted.
"Put that lip away, baby," he chuckled, his voice closer now. "Don't worry; you'll get your 'more' soon enough. When I'm good and ready."
But he didn't touch me. As far as I could tell, he stood motionless for a minute before he started moving, still not touching me. I heard a rustling but nothing else. At least, nothing I could focus on with that pink thing still happily humming away inside me.
I felt him lean over me, still not touching me. I shivered and heard him laugh softly.
"Oh, baby girl. What I'm gonna do to you…"
I gave a little scream as he slipped his hand between my legs and pressed another vibrator against my clit. It felt big. If I'd had the capacity to guess at what was happening, I would've guessed it was a wand. As it was, I could only wriggle and writhe, trying to get closer to it, trying to get away from it, trying to get something.
My back arched, and I twisted, a silent scream coming out as I exploded against the silicone he had attacking my body.
"Well, golly, I didn't mean to make you come so quickly again," he said, again not sounding the slightest bit believable.
I could only whimper, gasping, my mouth hanging open as I tried to catch my breath. Edward took pity on me—briefly—and tugged the pink vibrator out of my throbbing center. The relief was short-lived, though, since he pressed the wand back against me. And turned it up.
I let out a little cry.
"Well, my sweet little slut, if you're gonna keep your mouth open like that, I have to assume you're looking for something to do with it."
I scarcely had time to inhale when I felt his thick cock prodding past my lips.
I opened around him, running my tongue across his tip as best I could.
"Fuck, you look so good with a cock in your mouth," he grunted. "Open up, baby; let's see how much you can take."
With that warning, he began rocking his hips just a little, pushing deeper into my mouth with each pass. I swallowed around him, fighting the urge to cough, just focusing on taking him in as far as I could.
"Yes, that's it. Such a good little cocksucker. Your husband should never let you out of the house, with a mouth like that. I bet he wishes he could keep you on your knees all the time, sucking his cock with that perfect little mouth."
The groan I let out at his suggestion was stifled by his cock in my mouth. I got a chuckle in response.
"Of course," he mused. "I suppose your husband wouldn't want to neglect that juicy little pussy. I know I don't." He pressed the wand harder against me, and it began buzzing faster, this time in a pulsing rhythm.
I let out a muffled moan. I was so sensitive. My body was a live wire.
"It's ok, baby girl. You can take it." He rubbed the wand against me, sending jolts of sensation through me, as he flexed his hips, pressing further into my mouth, his other hand knotted in my hair. "What a good little girl. Swallowing a big cock. You're perfect, baby."
I thought he was going to come down my throat, but suddenly he was pulling out and moving away from me.
My unasked questions were answered when he grabbed my ankles and tugged me to the foot of the bed. In one smooth motion, he lifted my hips off the bed, wrapped my legs around his waist, and slid inside me.
I let out a scream as he filled me, my back arching.
"Oh damn baby girl, there's nothing better than those sounds you make when I fuck you," he ground out, thrusting hard and fast.
One hand slipped off my ass to press on my clit. That did it. I was already so far gone; my body exploded.
Edward slowed a little but never stopped fucking me as I came down from my high. I blinked as I discovered that sometime between my shaking and my screaming, he had tugged the eye mask off my face, freed my hands, and climbed fully on the bed. Instead of holding me practically in the air, he had one of my knees draped over his shoulder so he could draw out his thrusts … long and slow, but still deep and hard.
I could feel every hard ridge of his cock dragging through my center. I writhed with sensation when he pushed all the way in, hitting my G spot each time.
"Fuck you're so tight, baby," he growled. "Your pussy is milking me. It's just grabbing me like it never wants me to leave. I don't blame it. I would stay in your tight, perfect, little pussy all the time if I could."
I took advantage of my newfound freedom and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding his chest to mine. I twisted, reaching up with my mouth, desperate to find any part of him.
I settled on his ear and sucked the lobe into my mouth. Hard. I nibbled and sucked and relished the fresh little grunts of pleasure he released, so different than the sounds that came from fucking me.
Edward pounded into me one, two, three more hard thrusts, before he pulled out. I had scarcely registered his movement when he flipped me over, pulled me to my knees, and was back inside me.
"That's it, baby, squeeze my cock," he murmured, his hands stroking my back gently in sharp contrast to the way he was plowing my body. "You're close again; I can feel it. Give me one more."
"I can't."
"You can."
I shook my head and whimpered.
"Oh, I bet I can get you there again," he chuckled. "Mmm, that sounds like fun. How about a bet?"
I groaned. Bets with Edward were always dangerous. Somehow I never learned that lesson, though.
"What do you have in mind?" I flushed at the sound of my own voice, all breathy and moan-y.
"I get a weekend with you. I get to do anything I want to you. The whole time. A full forty-eight hours."
"And when I … win?" I stumbled through my question, squealing on the last word as he gave me an especially hard thrust.
"What do you want?"
"Same thing. Forty-eight hours where I get to do what I want. But not here. You have to take me somewhere. Somewhere tropical." He wouldn't want to. He liked being the boss.
"Deal." He sounded cocky. "If I can make you come twice, it's gonna be twice that, though. Four days at my mercy."
I should've known he had something up his sleeve. He knew his way around my body better than anyone had since long before my marriage. He could make it do things I never thought possible.
And then—I gasped. He spanked me!
He'd done that before. It was hot as hell. He'd never surprised me with it, though.
I hoped he would again. I felt it in my whole body, but especially in my core.
"That was one, my sweet little slut," he chuckled. "You get ten. You were late."
I wasn't, but I didn't suppose he cared. I didn't think I did, either.
He swatted my ass again. "We're still on one, baby; you have to say it."
"One!"
Smack!
"Two!"
Smack!
"Three!"
"Baby, do you know you get wetter with every spank? I should spank you more. Your pussy is trying to choke my cock."
Smack!
"Four!"
And on and on. A couple of times, he declared my counting wasn't good enough. He repeated those, thrusting hard into me with every swat.
When he got to nine, he started stroking my clit with his other hand. My whole body was shaking.
He laughed lightly and gave me a final smack, pressing hard on my clit at the same time.
"Oh fuck," I moaned.
He was right. I was about to explode. I didn't know what it was going to take, but it was about to happen.
"What's that, baby?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I shook my head. I wasn't admitting it.
"You're about to come for me again." It wasn't a question.
I shook my head again. Cocky, sexy bastard.
"Do you know how gorgeous this view is?" Apparently, if I wasn't admitting how close my climax was, we were going to have a conversation. Okay. "This beautiful ass and a sweet little pussy. I love watching my cock get swallowed up by you. It's so fucking hot. But you know what I want?"
"No," I whimpered. He was circling my clit faster and harder. Focusing was difficult.
"I want your ass," he growled, his voice low. His fingers swirled in my wetness, and then he was pressing against my back entrance.
I gasped in shock. That was very much a surprise.
"Has anyone ever played with your sweet little ass, Bella?" he asked, still pressing against me, very lightly, not entering … yet.
I shook my head.
"Hm. What a fool your husband is," Edward chuckled. "This gorgeous behind in his bed every night, and he doesn't play with it. I bet he starts, though. 'Cause I'm about to, and you're gonna want it every time now."
I whimpered and wriggled, hoping he'd stop teasing and give it to me.
"Oh, don't worry, baby, I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna give it to you so good when you go home and give your husband my sloppy seconds, you're gonna beg him to play with your ass again."
I moaned. He was probably right. What Edward did to me, I usually wanted my husband to do again.
His finger slipped inside, filling me more than I thought possible.
When a second finger joined the first one, it was more than I could take. That growing explosion hit.
I screamed as my climax hit me.
He slipped his fingers out of my ass, stroking my sides gently as I came down.
Edward pulled out of my body entirely and gently scooped me up.
He kissed my temple as he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing me against the wall.
"I'll never get enough of you," he said, softly enough I wasn't sure I was supposed to hear it.
I felt his cock prodding at my entrance. He flexed his hips and entered me, pausing just long enough for my body to adjust before he started thrusting.
I tried moving against him, but he held me against the wall, not letting me budge, just giving me that delicious torture.
I clenched and groaned as he rubbed against my clit and G spot on the same thrust. Cried out when he began kneading my breasts reverently, but still a little rough. Whimpered when his mouth found my nipple.
"That's it, baby, squeeze me," he murmured against my skin. "You feel so good. So warm and tight and wet. Fuck, baby girl, I'm so close."
It was too much and not enough. He was surrounding me, his hands everywhere at once, his mouth all over my skin, his voice gruff, dirty, and soothing.
"Come on, sweetheart, come with me. I need you," he groaned, nipping my ear.
His finger pushed into my ass, and I screamed, sobbing into his shoulder as I exploded around him.
Edward gave one last powerful thrust, and I felt him release inside me.
He stilled, keeping me cuddled in his arms, both of us gasping softly—and sadly—as he slipped out.
I barely noticed as he walked us over to the bed. He lay me down and stood for a moment, just looking at me.
"You look so good like that," he sighed.
"Like what?"
He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to my lips.
"Like you've been well fucked, with my come dripping out of your swollen little pussy."
I would probably have reacted anyway, but my shiver was a lot bigger because he punctuated his words with his finger gently trailing through our combined juices.
He chuckled, but didn't push it, instead settling beside me in the bed.
We lay together, all wrapped around each other, for a few minutes. He kissed me softly wherever he could reach.
Finally, he shifted. He didn't bother saying anything, just tucked me into bed. He'd long since learned to just let me take my nap. I loved how he worked me over, but then I needed to rest. That worked just fine for him.
I registered the sound of the shower as I dozed. He was still in the bathroom when there was a knock on the door.
I stumbled out of bed, grabbing a bathrobe from the closet.
Peering through the peephole, I saw the familiar two dozen red roses.
I smiled softly and opened the door.
"Mrs. uh … Cullen?" the delivery guy hesitated.
I smirked at the assumption. "Thanks," I said, reaching for the vase.
With the door closed behind me, I buried my nose in the flowers.
"I've always loved seeing you hold flowers," Edward said quietly from the open bathroom door. His hair was wet, and he was wearing his slacks with his dress shirt only half buttoned.
"That's because, underneath it all, you are a closet romantic."
He shrugged. "I suppose I am. Complaining?"
"Nope." I grinned, putting the flowers down on the dresser.
"I need to go back to the office," he sighed, buttoning his shirt. "Are you gonna work from home the rest of the day?"
"Yeah, I think you fucked the office right out of me."
"Well, that was my goal," Edward laughed.
He quickly knotted his tie and shrugged his coat on, before leaning down to kiss me.
"We should do this again."
I shook my head. "We should absolutely not do this again. One of these days, we'll get caught, and your mother will kill me."
He grinned at me. There was no way I'd deny him anything. "I'll text you. You owe me four days after all. Bye, beautiful."
He winked and was gone.
I took a leisurely shower before redressing. Big bundle of roses in hand, I headed down to the lobby.
~o~o~o~
"Ma'am!" I turned to see the hotel manager behind me. "Mr. Cullen sent a car for you. If you'll follow me?"
I nodded and followed. I wasn't surprised to see the limo. I shook my head and chuckled as I sank into the backseat.
Edward didn't do anything by halves.
Either the driver wasn't chatty or could tell I wasn't. Whatever the case, the ride was quiet.
Finally, we pulled up in front of my house. It was a big, with lots of natural light, a pool, and a giant master bathroom. It was the house of my dreams. I tried to tell my husband we didn't need it. He just kept asking if it was what I wanted. And as I said, he rarely said no to me.
I headed inside, smiling at the colorful floral arrangement on the table in center of the large foyer.
My smile widened when I heard the pounding feet.
"Mommy, Mommy! You're home!" echoed through the hall before two three-year-olds launched themselves against my body. I leaned down to scoop up my auburn-haired babies.
"Yeah, I am, my loves. What did you do today?"
The kids babbled at me as I kicked off my shoes and headed to the living room. They'd gone to the farmers' market with Grammy this morning and had lots to say on the subject.
It wasn't much later that I heard a car in the garage.
"Hey, sweetheart—oof!"
My husband's greeting was cut off as the kids barreled into him, screaming for daddy.
He scooped them up and grinned at me.
"How was your day?"
"It was good," I smirked. "I got in a serious workout, so I worked from home."
He kissed the kids and sent them to play before settling on the couch next to me.
"So, how was your workout?" his voice was so sincere.
"Spectacular," I sighed.
"Good," he said. "'Cause you owe me four days."
It's been a minute, but hi guys! Anyway, I hope you had fun with this. I'd love to know when you figured it out.
I have no current plans to expand this, but never say never. I'd love to give you the four days, but I don't have ideas for it yet. If you have something you'd love to see from them, lemme know. Maybe I'll get inspired.
I'm starting my masters in two weeks so ya'll may get the benefit of my procrastination.
And yes-I am struggling through an update for InstaPals. They're just not cooperating.
