Chapter 2: Room Service
Mallory stood by the door, a silhouette against the faint light from the hallway. Her robe, a plush velvet in a deep emerald green, was loosely tied at the waist, revealing the curve of her hip and the swell of her breast. The door clicked shut behind Calvin, the sound like a gunshot in the suddenly charged atmosphere. He kicked off his shoes, the sound of them skittering across the polished floor echoing in the silent room.
The air was thick with anticipation, a living thing that seemed to hum with desire.
Calvin stood in the doorway, his eyes roving over Mallory's body, taking in every curve and line. He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her robe, hard and pointed with arousal.
"You're beautiful, Mallory," he said, his voice a low growl. "I've been imagining this moment since I saw you on the plane."
She smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips. "And what have you been imagining, Calvin?"
He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've been imagining tasting every inch of your skin.
Sucking your tits until you're begging me to stop. Eating your pussy until you're screaming my name." Calvin's voice was a low growl, each word dripping with desire.
Mallory's breath hitched, her nipples hardening even more beneath his gaze. She ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes never leaving his. "And what about you, Calvin? What do you want me to do to you?"
He took another step forward, close enough now that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. "I want you to touch me, Mallory.
I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and stroke it like you fucking mean it." Calvin's voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with desire.
Mallory moved closer, her hand reaching out to touch him. She could feel the hardness of him through his pants, the length of him pressing against the fabric. She undid his belt, the buckle clattering as it hit the floor. His pants followed, pooling at his feet as he kicked them off.
His boxers were next, and Mallory's breath caught in her throat as she saw him completely naked for the first time.
His cock was magnificent, thick and long, the head already glistening with precum. She licked her lips in anticipation, her pussy throbbing with need.
"Fuck, you're big," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Calvin smirked, his hands reaching out to grasp her waist, pulling her closer. "You like that, don't you? You like knowing that I'm going to fill you up, stretch you out."
Mallory nodded, her eyes locked onto his cock. She reached out, wrapping her hand around the shaft, feeling the heat of him, the smoothness of his skin.
She stroked him slowly, her thumb tracing the tip, smearing the precum around. Calvin groaned, his head falling back, eyes closed.
"Fuck, that feels good," he murmured.
Mallory picked up the pace, her hand moving faster, tighter. She could feel him throb in her hand, could feel the veins pulse beneath her touch.
"You're so fucking hard," she whispered, her own breath coming in quick gasps.
Calvin opened his eyes, his gaze intense as he looked down at her. "And you're so fucking wet," he growled, his hand moving to cup her pussy through her robe.
"I can feel it, can't I? You're soaking wet and ready for me."
Mallory moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, fuck, yes. I want you, Calvin. I want you to fuck me."
Calvin's fingers found the tie of her robe, pulling it loose with one swift motion. The robe fell open, revealing her naked body, her large breasts heaving with each breath.
"Jesus, Mallory," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body.