Forbidden Heat: Tales of untamed desires

CHAPTER ONE: THE MIX-UP

   I drag my suitcase through the lobby, my Louboutin heels clicking on the marble floor. It’s past midnight, and this conference has me wiped out. Networking all day, shaking hands with suits who pretend to care about my pitches. My flight got delayed, so I missed the welcome dinner. Now all I want is a hot shower and bed. The front desk guy looked half asleep when I checked in.

  “Floor 11, suite 1504, Last room available ma’am, enjoy your stay.”

  He hands me the key card. I nod, too tired to chat. Elevator dings, doors slide open. The hallway is quiet, carpet muffling my steps. I swipe the card; the green light flashes, and I push the door open.

   The room's dark, except for a silver light from the bathroom. Steam rolls out, and I hear the sound of water running. Shower? Did housekeeping forget to turn it off? No, that’s a guy’s voice humming some tune. My heart jumps. Wrong room? But the key worked.

    I freeze by the door, bag still in hand. Should I bolt? Call the desk? Curiosity hits me first. I set my stuff down quietly and slip off my shoes. Creep toward the bathroom. The door creaks open, the mirror fogged up. Through the gap, I see him.

   Tall dark-skinned guy with broad shoulders, water cascading down his back. He’s soaping up, hands sliding over his chest, abs lower. Damn. He’s built as he lives in the gym. Dark hair slicked back, ass firm. I swallowed hard, cheeks burning. What am I doing? This is creepy. But I can't look away.

   He turns, rinses off. Cock swings heavily between his legs. Not hard, but thick. My thighs clench. It's been months since I got laid. My last boyfriend dumped me for his secretary. Now I'm here, peeping like I'm a pervert.

   Water shuts off. He grabs a towel and dries his face. Steps out, wraps it low on his hips. I back off into the shadows, heart pounding. The room’s big, with a king bed, a desk, and a city view through the windows. He hasn't seen me yet. Flips on the bathroom light brighter, checks his phone on the counter. “ Should be here soon,” he mutters to himself. Deep voice, confident.

   Escort? Oh shit. He ordered a hooker? And I'm in his room by mistake?

    I should speak up.” Hey, wrong room” But my mouth stays shut. He drops his towel, naked now. Strolls into the bedroom, dick half-chubbed like he’s anticipating. Switches on a lamp, dim glow. I press against the wall, behind a chair.

   He sits on the bed, leans back on an elbow, strokes himself lazily, eyes closed. “Come on baby, Daddy’s waiting.” My pussy throbs. This is insane. I'm just wet watching. He pumps slower, growing harder. Veins popping. Tip glistening. Knock at the door? No, that's my phone vibrating in my pocket. Shit! I silence it quickly but he hears.

    “Who’s there?” He sits up, scans the room. I step out, hands up,” Uhm, I think there must have been a mistake”. He grabs the sheets, covering his laps. Eyes wide then narrow. “You're the girl from the service?”

     What? No. But…his body is still on display, chest heaving. He’s hot, with a strong jaw, blue eyes, and stubble. Maybe in his thirties, like me. “I…yeah?” Lies spill out. Why? Adrenaline? Horniness? He smirks. “Sneaky entrance. I like it. Come here”. I hesitate. This could go wrong. But fuck it. One night. No names. The conference ends tomorrow, and I'll never see him again.

     I walk over, hips swaying in my pencil skirt. He watches, hungry. “Strip for me”, he says. “Slow”. I unbutton my blouse, let it fall. Bra’s lacy, black. He licks his lips. “Damn, you’re fine. Turn around.” I do, unzip the skirt, shimmy it down. Ass in thong facing him. “Bend over.” I lean forward, hands on knees. He groans. “Spread your cheeks.” Fingers hook my panties, pull aside. Cool air hits my wetness. “Fuck, look at that pretty pussy. Already dripping for me?” “Yeah,” I whisper. Voice shaky.

   He stands, presses against my back. Hard cock nestles between my ass cheeks. Hands cup my tits, pinch nipples through bra. “Tell me what you want,” he breathes in my ear. “Your dick inside me.” He chuckles. “Greddy slut. On your knees first.” 

    I drop, face level with his cock. Thick, curved up. I lick the tip, salty pre-cum. “Suck it deep.” I open wide, take him in. He grips my hair, guides me. “That's it. Choke on it.” I gag a little, eyes watering. He thrusts gently at first, then faster. “Good girl. Worship that cock.” I bob, hands on his thighs. leanstensedeeplyy palms. He moans low. “Enough. Bed. Now.” 

   He pulls me up, tosses me on the mattress. Rips off my bra and panties. Spread my legs wide. “Look at you. Shaved smooth. Begging to be fucked.” “Pĺease, " I gasp. “Fuck me.” He rubs his cockhead against my clit. Teases my entrance. “Say it louder.” “Fuck me! Please!” He slams in. Deep. I cry out, back arching. “Tight as hell. Do you feel that? Stretching you wide.” He pounds hard, bed shaking. I claw his shoulders.

  “Harder, " I beg. He grunts, hips snapping. Sweat drips on my chest. “You’re mine tonight. This cunt belongs to me.” “Yes! Oh god, yes!” He flips me over, ass up. Enters from behind. Smacks my cheeks. “ Take it all.” I push back, meeting his thrusts. The room fills with slaps and moans. “Come for me,” he orders. Fingers find my clit, rub fast. I shatter. Waves crash through me. Pussy squeezes him tight.

    “Fuck, gonna fill you up.” He roars, buries deep. Hot spurts inside. We collapse, breathing ragged. “That was just the start,” he says, kissing my neck. I smile in the dark. What have I gotten into? He rolls off but keeps a hand on my hip. Possessive. I turn to face him, our faces close. His breath smells like mint toothpaste.

   “What's your name?” he asks. “No names,” I say quickly. “Keeps it fun.” He raises a brow. “Mysterious. I dig it.” His fingers trace my side, down to my thigh. Goosebumps rise. “You came hard,” he says. “Like you needed it badly.” “Been a while,” I admit. “Me too. Work’s crazy.” “What do you do?”

    “Sales. Boring shit. You?” “Marketing. Here for the conference.” He nods. “Same. Small world.” Shit. We might know people in common. But fuck it. He andleans in, kdeeplys me deep. Tongue explores my mouth. I melt into it. “Round two?” He murmurs. “Already?” His cock stirs against my leg. Hardening again. “I’m not done with you.” He pushes me on my back, crawls down. Kisses my belly, inner thighs. “Spread it for me.” I do. He dives in, tongue flat on my clit. “Oh shit!”

     He licks slow circles, then sucks. Fingers slide inside, curl up. “You taste like honey. Mixed with my cum.” Dirty. I love it. “Finger me faster.” He adds another, pumps quickly. Tongue flicks. “I’m close again.” “Come on my face.” I grind against him, explode. Shaking, cursing. He climbs up and wipes his mouth. “Good girl.” Now he’s rock hard. I straddle him, sink down. “Ride me.” I bounce, hands on his chest. He grips my ass, helps lift. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He sits up, sucks a nipple. Bite gently. “Harder,” I said. He thrusts up, meeting me. Our rhythm builds. Fast. Urgent. 

    “Squeeze that pussy.” I clench around him. “Yeah, like that.” Sweat slicks us. I lean back, hand on his knee. Deeper angle. “God, you’re huge.” “All for you, baby.” he flips us again. Missionary now. Legs over his shoulders. “Pound me.” He does. Ruthless. Balls slapping my ass. 

    “Tell me you’re my slut.” “I’m your slut.” He groans. “Take my load.” Comes hard, pulsing. I follow, nails in his back. We pant. Tangled. “Stay the night,” he says. I nod. What choice? It’s my room too. Or is it?.

   Morning light will tell. But for now, sleep claims us. I wake to his arm over me. Cozy. Wrong. Gotta pee. Slip out, tiptoe to the bathroom. Look in the mirror. Hair mess, lips swollen. Satisfied grin. Back in bed, he stirs. “Morning wood,” he mumbles. I laugh. “Insatiable.” “Guilty.” He pulls me close. Spooning. Cock nestles my ass. “Again?” , “Why not?”

    He lifts my leg, slides in from behind. Slow this time. Lazy thrusts. “Mmm, perfect way to wake up.” His hand roams, pinches nipple. “Fuck me awake.” He speeds up. Reaches around and rubs my clit. “Come with me.” We build together. Quiet moans. Release hits are soft, warm. After, he kisses my shoulder and whispers softly “Best service ever.”

     Guilt twinges. But thrill overrides. Shower together. Soapy hands explore. Under water, he fingers me to another orgasm. Then bends me over, takes me against the tile. Water drowns our cries. Dresses now. Awkward. “Tips on the dresser”, he says. I glance. Hundred bucks. Pocket it. Play the part. “Call again sometime.” He winks. “Count on it.” The door closes behind him. I flop on the bed. What a night. Check your phone. Messages from work.

     The conference starts soon. But first, coffee. Down in the lobby, spot him at the breakfast buffet. Our eyes meet. He smiles. Know? No. Just friendly. I nod back. Secret safe. For now. Wait, the front desk calls my room later. “Mix-up last night. You got the wrong key. His room was 1504, yours was 1540.” I laughed, “No harm done.” Indeed.