Page 77 of I Love My Mistake
Chapter Thirty-Two
Two Hours Later
Walking into the lobby of Thompson Gild Hall where Mark is staying, we stroll holding hands to the elevator. I look around. From the cool mix of wood and stone, to the modern furniture rocking a 1960’s retro vibe, to the packed bookshelves, to the silver antler-shaped chandeliers, I can tell this hotel caters to the men who work on Wall Street. It’s nestled in the financial district, after all. But the masculine décor strikes me as another sign that women still haven’t balanced out the gender ratio in some of the more powerful professions. This place is designed to appeal to men, not women. But I keep this annoyance to myself. I do like the vibe. It’s a very nice hotel and my artist’s eye can’t help but picture men with pipes sitting in the lobby oozing smoke and ego, with women on their arms in beehive hairdos, dying for the sexual revolution to start, panties pulling at the seams at the urgent need for freedom.
Mark pushes the elevator button just as an older man in a suit walks up. The three of us wait, facing the doors.
Mark throws me a sideways glance. “What’s got you smiling?”
I look up at him. “Just happy.”
The businessman looks over at me, then looks back to the closed elevator doors. He appears to be nearing fifty; graying hair, very distinguished and upper class. What was he thinking just then? The doors open and the three of us step in. Mark and I stand near the door, our sides touching. He puts his arm around me and I lean my head on him.
“Excuse me,” the businessman says, as the door opens on floor two.
“Oh, sorry.” I scoot closer to Mark to give the man room.
After he steps out, he turns around and looks right at me. “It’s nice to see someone happy.”
A smiling flush flashes across my face as the doors slowly close. He tips his hat just as he disappears.
Mark laughs. I look sideways up at him. “That was nice of him.”
“True though. It’s always nice to see someone happy.”
I don’t tell him I don’t agree with him. There’ve been times when I’ve felt very lonely and happy people just made me more depressed. Like some of those nights I was a fifth wheel. That’s why I didn’t go out with everyone the night before Amber and Josh moved in together. I was in a dark place and seeing my girls paired off was something that would make it darker somehow. Have I wanted a relationship this whole time? I shiver at the thought. Who knows how to even do that anymore? One person – all the time? Letting them really see me, hold space for me… love me?
The doors open and Mark lifts me off my feet to carry me out. I yelp in surprise, so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t expect this!
“I’m glad you cancelled plans for me. I’m feeling very selfish right now.”
I kiss him. “I can see them anytime.”
“Mmhmm…” he says, and kisses me harder, escalating in an exciting steady build of burning desire. He carries me down the red-painted hallway, kissing me passionately. We bump into a wall by accident, and start laughing. “I should probably watch where I’m going.”
“Pffth. Walking straight is overrated,” I say with a funny shake of my head, my eyes narrowing.
He sets me down just long enough to find his room key, kissing me even as he slides it in the door. He picks me up again, tongue playing with mine, his hands exploring my body over my dress as we walk in, pulling it up and sneaking his hands in as the door closes and locks on its own behind us. We don’t make it to the bed. My hands fumble and pull at the buttons of his shirt. With my back to the wall, I pull his shirt off, undo his belt and pull out his engorged cock to stroke its crimson shaft, bending and kissing his chest. I reach and press my fingers to the small space underneath his sack, the little stretch of skin that’s so rarely touched. He groans with pleasure, head falling back, the muscles of his chest stretching tight, caught in the light of a single lamp set way on the other side of the room. I kneel down, lit by the warm, subtle glow of it, and take the tip of his cock in between my lips, alternating licking and sucking it. I wrap one hand around the mesmerizing fullness of him, and stroke him once. I take all of him into my mouth, aroused by the way his hips press toward me, gyrating and aching, begging me to keep going. I suck on him until his moans grow so loud that he reaches down and stops me, not wanting to cum without being inside of me. In a final French kiss, I run my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the top, and look up with a devilish smile. He shakes his head and says, “Wow.” Then he crooks a finger in my direction, inviting me to rise. I face him, my pussy tight and tingling under the look he gives me as he slides my dress off over my head, throwing the dress so that it flies far, falling in a lovely crumpled ball. I hook my legs around his hips. He moves my panties over as he pushes his fingers up into me, my liquids sliding down his fingers. I’m beyond wet. I moan long and low against his delicious mouth as he envelops me. He grabs my thighs, mashes his chest into mine, my lacy black bra still on. He’s moaning at the sweet slippery wet invitation my body has given him as he grabs his cock and slides it into me, pushing through my tightness. Our mouths crush each other as we push our tongues out. He hammers me deeply, holding onto both of my thighs, using them to pull me harder onto his stone-hard perfect cock, my back pressed into the wall. I grip onto his neck, his shoulders, his head, his chest – any part of him that interests me as I ride him. He whispers my name, “Nicole. Oh, God, Nicole,” hoarsely into my ear, bites and growls into my neck, slides in and out of me until my moans twist into panting screams, crying out as his fingers press into the underside of my thighs, into the tender skin of my ass. His chest becomes slippery with tiny beads of sweat. It heaves against mine. The strength of him, the feeling of being overpowered by sex, by him, by surrender – it unleashes the volcano inside me. I tell him over and over that I’m close – I’m about to cum. He nods and grunts, reaches under and tickles the hole of my ass as his mouth blends with mine, our bodies undulating in perfect harmony like we were made for this. It sends me into a whimpering mess as his cock keeps thrusting, overwhelming my senses. I wilt.
“Too much for you?” he growls, still thrusting.
“So good…so, so good,” I answer, barely above a whisper. “But you have to hold me up! I can’t move my arms!”
His head swings back and his face contorts with pleasure, his neck exposed, strong and gorgeous. “Oh God. Yes!” I stare at it, rocked by sensations that stream out of my spirit as much my body as he explodes with abandon, yelling out, the veins in his neck throbbing in time as he pushes in deeper and holds there, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my neck. I kiss his cheek, as best I can, because my whole body is numb and throbbing with savage satisfaction.
A tear falls down my cheek. He pulls back, having heard my breath catch. He looks at it, leans in and kisses it into my skin. I feel so happy that I can’t even believe it. Completely and totally…happy.