** Author's note: Not as a cry for attention, I'll definitely go on writing and happily after this installment, but, if you want me to continue this series in particular, let me know with comments upvotes etc. Not as a qualitative analysis, but my writing style is more of a time hog than many of the other authors on this site and I probably shouldn't continue a story with middling interest. But thanks to everyone who read to this point and I hope you enjoy. -LV **
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Harper knew it was her own doing, taunting Kyle like she was, but she really thought he'd make it through her recap of the night. Expecting her needs were next on the menu, she couldn't help but feel disappointed, seeing his wet penis lie listlessly against his thigh. Kyle was on his back, catching his breath while his mind continued to race. The two of them were quiet, each waiting for the other to speak. Harper grew a little perturbed. Usually, at this point, Kyle was present enough to step up and find a different way to meet her needs. But maybe he needed to be goaded into action.
"I guess Mathias was right. You couldn't satisfy me." she said and noticed a miniscule dance of motion from Kyle's flaccid member. Harper thought she might be able to reawaken her little friend and continued. She stood up and strutted over to the bathroom sink and washed her hands. "You know, since you're not up to the task, there is someone in suite 3210 who's more than happy to assume your responsibility." She stepped out of the little bathroom and saw that her words were already doing the trick. She leaned back against the door to the room, facing Kyle and rested a hand softly on her breast and let her body relax, slack and erotic, hoping to be taken. "I could go pay him a visit, unless there was someone who wanted to stop me?"
It pleased her to see how successful she was, Kyle was amazingly close to erect. She slowly played at opening the door, giving him the chance to stop her, to have sex with his wife, but he didn't. As the door slowly closed between the two of them, she gave her husband a look of uncertainty.
It felt as though, for the first time in this process, Kyle had the upper hand, and that wouldn't do. If they were going to play a game of chicken, she wasn't going to lose so easily. Harper stepped onto the elevator and selected the 32nd floor and took a picture of the lighted button, texting it to Kyle. Ellipses appeared on his side of the text thread, but he didn't reply. That was fine, she could keep going.
Checking her phone frequently, Harper got lost on the 32nd floor, making wrong turns and backtracking and deciding she had it right the first time. She texted Kyle again, saying she was off the elevator and walking to his room — still no response. She reached the door, 3210, and texted Kyle where she was — nothing. Finally, Harper opened her camera and took a selfie standing in front of the door. She sent it to Kyle along with a message:
No turning back. Unless you have something to say about it.
He finally replied:
I don't think you have the guts.
It struck Harper that they weren't playing the same game, Kyle might actually want her to go through with it. Then, the door to the suite opened and Harper found herself dumbfounded, standing face-to-face with Mathias. Some higher function in her mind thought about what bad luck it was that he opened the door at that very moment while the baser parts of her being stirred in anticipation.
For a man who never seemed out of sorts Mathias was genuinely surprised to see Harper standing outside his room. He thought he heard or maybe even sensed something from the other side of the door and thought to check it. They didn't say anything or touch, but Mathias stepped to the side and allowed Harper to walk into the suite. She was muddled, still reeling from her epiphany about Kyle and the sudden shock of finding herself face-to-face with Mathias. Her movements were automatic, and when she stopped and regained her senses, Harper became aware that she felt more than a small amount of terror.
"I enjoy flirting" said Mathias, breaking the silence.
"What?" asked Harper, unable to hide the distress in her voice.
"It's not a problem if that's the end of it. Though I admit you took things pretty far. If you're second guessing showing up at my door, I won't hold it against you, wanting to leave." He still held the door open.
Harper barely comprehended what he was saying. She stood and stared at him and tried to slow her breathing. He looked good. Mathias was likely getting ready for bed. He still wore the same dark slacks he had earlier but lost the collared shirt. His snug white T-shirt showed off his body and Harper felt silly looking at him and then pretending she wasn't. He was patient and he needed to be as Harper took her time thinking things through.
It seemed incredible to her that Kyle would want this result, for his wife to really have sex with his boss, but everything Kyle did that evening told her it was true. It wasn't as though she was an unwilling participant in all of this. For her part, Harper took things further than they needed to go, enjoying pushing Kyle's buttons with her conspicuous desire for a man who wasn't him. But when the situation finally crystallized in her mind, she knew, even with her love for Kyle, she couldn't go through with this for his sake.
Mathias still waited for her reply.
"I think we should go take our clothes off." said Harper, her voice matter of fact. If this was going to happen, it had to be because she wanted it.
Mathias allowed the door to close and, without ceremony, led her to the suite's primary bedroom. They still didn't touch as they crossed the suite. It was probably the only time that night that their interest in one another appeared benign. Harper was swept up in the unreality of the situation, feeling as though her actions were someone else’s. She unlocked her phone and messaged Kyle that she was going to bed and switched on the do not disturb function. Whatever happened or didn't happen she would tell her husband, eventually, but that could wait. There were other things on her mind.
It fascinated Harper that things had progressed so far. From the moment she stepped into Mathias' room she sought a reason to leave, expecting him to slip up. He wasn't the first charismatic or confident man to show her interest, but their casual demeanor was typically superficial. They were big talkers on first meeting, and some would flirt and maintain the facade a while after, but once the real possibility of sex was really on the table, all of that crumbled away. The boys that Harper knew switched from smooth operators to hopeless degenerates the moment she was alone with them. With astonishing eagerness they'd invent some excuse to pull their dick out and essentially beg for her to touch it. But not Mathias. He was genuinely cool, taking the world as it came to him. He met Harper's late-night arrival and all it intimated with the same disposition he always had. He was still a man. Certainly, he wanted to have sex with her, that was made clear a dozen times on the first day they met, but he wasn't going to simper and beg, he knew what he was worth.
They found each other standing on opposite sides of his room, the large bed with its pristine white thousand-thread-count duvet between them. The room was sleek and modern with moody low light coming from the baseboards. She started with her blouse and Mathias followed suit, not rushing. He slipped off his T-shirt and watched Harper as she untucked the blouse from her high-waisted skirt and continued to work down the buttons. Whether it was guise or a concession to some utilitarian prerogative, the two of them kept up the pretense of normalcy as they took off their clothes. What Harper couldn't hide was that she blushed, the telltale pinking on her cheeks and her upper chest. She stared at him and watched his eyes cast over her as she let her blouse drop to the floor. Next were her shoes and again Mathias mirrored her actions, removing his socks in tandem. And next their belts. And then they were in their underwear. And then they were naked.
Harper climbed on the bed, not getting under the covers. She at least wanted to get a good look at the man, and it was fair that he got to look at her. Keeping to her side of the mattress, she studied his body with brazen curiosity. She liked how he looked. He was muscular in an uncommon way, not in terms of size, but rather which groupings of muscles which were developed. She wouldn't learn until later that it was a product of years of rowing. He'd once held out aspirations of being a top rower, but even decades after giving up on those dreams, he still continued the habit. As admirable as his musculature was, however, her eyes kept finding themselves draw to the same spot. Harper was fascinated by his penis and the promise it held for her.
Eventually, her gaze moved up his body and she noticed his eyes perusing her form in the same fashion.
"I hate my breasts." said Harper, watching his eyes fall upon them.
"I can't imagine why." said Mathias. He had to hold himself from chuckling. After the long, quiet sex-laden atmosphere they cultivated, it was a surprising way for Harper to break the silence.
"I know it's probably only run-of-the-mill body image issues, but they aren't huge and kinda hang, even though I'm twenty-four and my areolas are too big."
Mathias laid and listened and gazed at the young woman's stellar body, while she explained why she wasn't that attractive. Harper was trying to talk through her nerves, but the agitation wouldn't subside. At least she stopped herself from complaining about the lines of cellulite on her hips.
"Sorry. I guess I'm nervous." she said. Mathias nodded understandingly. "Just to confirm, you want to have sex? With me?"
"Yes." He allowed himself a small chuckle at the question.
"If I were to do this, I need to set some ground rules. Condoms are a must and even though I need you to wear one you can't come in me. I'm not currently on birth control and really don't want that kind of surprise."
After the pregnancy scare with her first boyfriend, she had an IUD inserted. It lasted over five years, through the end of college and the start of her marriage, but they don't last forever, and she just happened to have it removed a little over a week prior. Her intention was to go on the pill, but when she got the prescription filled, Harper had just started her period. She began her regimen after it finished but was only through four days of medication. It was unlikely that those four doses were sufficient to guarantee she wouldn't get pregnant.
"What else should I say? You don't need to be gentle, but don't leave marks on my neck or wherever. I'm not doing anal tonight so, don't ask. And — I'm looking at this as a one-night thing. Do all of those work for you?" she said.
"Yes."
For such a simple answer, it had a significant effect. Harper felt the hot rush of blood move to her pubic region. They each sat up and crawled to the middle of the bed. Mathias took Harper in his arms and kissed her. Her whole body excited at his touch. She breathed quaveringly through her nose while tasting his lips and mindlessly strayed her hands across his body — his firm chest, the hair on his abs, and something else further down. He could feel the smile cross her lips when her hand found his penis. The shaft stiffened confidently as she explored it.
To an inhuman degree, Mathias allowed this woman to take the lead. He knew she wanted him from the moment they stood in her cramped foyer together, but even with her lavish flirtations, he could tell something was scaring her off. He didn't resent the role he needed to play to make her comfortable, his most enjoyable entanglements had never taken the common path. But now, he could sense it, her surrender to the inevitability of this moment, and knew it was time for him to respond.
Harper was startled when Mathias took the lead. She was so used to being with Kyle, and the need for her to gently direct her lover, that she forgot what it was like to have a man take her body at his own initiative. He told her wordlessly how she should be, how she could please him. He pulled her sideways onto his lap. She still held his erection which now rested against her left hip. He played with her body, holding her breast and kneading the hard nipple between his thumb and index and kissing up the line of her neck until he found her earlobe. She nominally massaged his penis during this, but mostly just let him do what he would. Harper was electrified by the feel of his naked flesh against hers — her butt pressing into his hard thighs, his strong hands finding their way down her soft skin, and his lips which caused her to stir each time they found their mark. When he parted her legs and pressed his warm hand against her, teasing the hungering entrance of her vagina, she mewed in abject pleasure.
From all accounts, Harper was good at sex. She knew the important tricks, how to find what the guy wanted and use it against him and to leave him wanting more. She wasn't amazing at first, but around the halfway mark with boyfriend number two she really hit her stride. Now, for the first time ever, she probably wanted it more than the man. She tried to keep focused and reciprocate the pleasing things he did to her, but she was spellbound — only able to kiss him and give his erection a fumbling massage while he exploited her weaknesses. Harper seemed to be losing control. A crude wet sound eschewed from her crotch as he tasked her soaked vagina. She was simply too turned on and willed herself to slip off of Mathias' lap to give him a blowjob and her a moment to cool down.
It barely worked. His dick seemed to excite Harper in a special way as she spat and licked and slobbered her lips along his significant shaft. It might have been because of pheromones or possibly that his size put Kyle to shame, but Harper was ravenous for this man. She stroked his length with her hands and bathed his sack with her tongue. Without realizing it, she straddled his shin, splaying wide to grind her eager mound against him. She took her time with his blowjob, kissing and rubbing and trying to deepthroat him. She found he was too big, and she was forced to withdrawal and catch her breath to avoid passing out.
Harper laid face down on his lap, coughing, face covered in spittle, and in desperate need of her orgasm.
"You know — I'm usually able to do that. But you. Geez." she said still breathing hard.
Mathias spoke rarely when he was consummating the act, but he made himself understood. He stroked a finger gently along her jawline, and Harper looked up from her low place beside his indominable penis. She made quite the picture for him, still laying on her belly, legs butterflied behind her, displaying a shameless view of her round, sumptuous ass. His eyes told her to sit up and she did. He reached and opened the end table and removed a condom. When he looked back to her, she was already getting into position on her back.
He stood over Harper's parted legs opening the condom then fitting it on himself. His face was serene, but he breathed through his nostrils with a clipped agitation. The woman was clearly having her effect on him.
Harper watched quietly as he prepared for what was next, his strong erection hovering above its destination. The stupid, obvious trajectory of the moment dawned on her and it broke Harper from the spell she'd been under, and a dozen thoughts flooded her mind —
He's about to have sex with me.
I'm married. I'M MARRIED!
Calm down, Kyle's alright with this.
But my husband doesn't really think I'm here.
God, I want this.
Kyle understands, he wants it himself.
But I'm not doing this for him.
I want it so fucking bad.
I'd be here even if Kyle didn't want this, wouldn't I.
I'd cheat on him for this man.
I am cheating on him.
I have a husband and I'm about to have sex with someone else.
I need this.
Am I really going to?
The pressure on her chest was significant, but she could bare it. She felt lost, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what that sound was. The noise was so obscene. It was so vulgar. It was so whorish. It was her.
Mathias continued driving his dick deep into Harper’s vagina. When he first entered her, the orgasm was so intense and immediate that she disappeared in the haze of her climax and champagne and the excitement of doing something so terrible that she wanted so badly. When Harper finally escaped from the miasma, she found herself screaming, "Fuck me harder Mathias!" He took her words to heart and began thrusting into Harper with force, using the well-developed muscles in his thighs and core to shove his cock deep in her throbbing vagina, again and again.
It was different. Not just from Kyle, but Seb and Johnathan as well. They had once been the high-water marks of her sexual experience, but not anymore. Mathias certainly wasn't gentle, but he also wasn't a monolithic lover. He was intuitive and dynamic in addition to his strength and endowment. He slowed his rhythm and sheathed his dick completely within Harper's vagina and grinded against her in an experienced, undulating motion. Harper had never felt anything like it, at once totally filled while his pubic crest massaged her clitoris. Her abdomen tightened and shuddered as the excitement inside mounted once more. Harper met his motions, arching her back and rolling her hips. As blissful as she was, Harper wouldn’t be a disappointing sexual partner to him. She played with her breasts and thought to provoke him with dirty talk.
"You already made me come so hard, and it feels like — Uhh! — you’re going to make me do it again." she said. He changed his motion once more, extracting himself almost fully from her and slowly sliding back in. The trouble was just how much she had tightened up. As he continued his motion, Harper felt the whole of her vaginal lining shift with his change in direction. "Ahh! You're driving me nuts! God damn, your body is gorgeous." She mewed as he penetrated her one more time. She indulged in the view of his taut muscles as they pressed him into her and a feeble expression crossed her face and she trembled fiercely.
"OHHH!! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!!!" she wailed. Harper's inescapable orgasm possessed her with a rapturous violence that she had never felt before. It took her with such intensity that she was oblivious as her erotic, twisting body incited Mathias. He breathed heavily and reddened and bucked hard into Harper's quivering vagina.
He thought of how sexy she was when she sought him out earlier that night. Her willingness to flaunt before everyone how much she wanted him. And he thought of how sexy she was now, her eyes were bleary with arousal and her siren’s body beaconing him with its glorious sweating curves. He could feel the warm, satisfying thrum of her orgasm echoing through her and into him and knew his time was near. He held it back one moment longer, allowing Harper to land her climax. But there wasn't much time. Mathias pulled himself out of her and tore off the condom and planned to finish himself while Harper recovered, but she saw what was happening and wouldn't abide it. In a flash, she slid down to meet him, taking his erection in her willing hands while her crotch still pulsed. Harper kissed and licked him and swirled her hands around his cock with lustful vigor. It made her terribly happy to finally see the passion on his face.
Mathias' hips jerked in a violent motion that preceded his orgasm. Then it happened all at once. He groaned mightily and hot discharges of semen gushed from him. Harper continued her self-assigned task, dutifully massaging his ejaculating penis while he covered her face and hair with his fluids. She kept her eyes open the whole time, staring at him with a deep possessive resolve as she relished his orgasm.
Afterwards, she fell back onto the bed with a self-satisfied grin on her ejaculate-covered face. Her body felt vibrant, awakened.
"Wow! You came so much." said Harper, checking the state of her face with her phone's camera. She was a verifiable mess. Even if his semen disappeared, and there was a ton of it, she would not have passed amongst decent company. Her lipstick was half gone, likely smudged off on Mathias' dick. Her eyes and nose were pink and dripping. And she had streaks of gray down her cheeks from her eyeliner and mascara. "Were you saving up?"
He laid beside her and said, "It has been a while, actually."
"Your lack of practice didn't show." she dropped her voice conspiratorially. "You might be really good at sex."
"It was terrific, but I'd probably attribute that more to compatibility than my prowess."
She eventually forced herself up and walked to the bathroom while he reclined, spent and happy. Mathias enjoyed watching her naked body move about his room, for the first time she seemed totally relaxed. Harper was going to wash but allowed the water in the sink to run for a moment. She needed to clean up and leave and figure out how and when to tell Kyle. Did she really have to tell him? What a stupid thing to consider. He wanted to know. Then, as she watched herself in the mirror, she did something. It might have been because of curiosity or some perverse sense of sentimentality, but before she started to wash her face, she daubed her fingertip in his come and tasted it. What a silly thing. There was nothing special about it, his tasted like every other mans' that she'd ever been with. But then, she tasted it again, and then once more before finally cleaning herself.
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