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The conference was short, and you spent far too much stuck inside your head. Price did most of the talking for the both of you, but when you did speak, you felt as if it were your body talking instead of you. While your body spoke, thoughts raced in your head. It took effort to keep your head on straight while acting like a different person entirely.
Things between you and Price were airy, but in those very few moments between conversations with others, you could feel the tension between you, thicker than ink.
You didn’t have time to see each other much when it came to getting ready before the meeting at the club, and as you sat beside him on the antique chairs, feeling a tightness in your spine, you couldn’t help the odd feeling of anxiety that continued to course through you. You were nervous about being at the club again, nervous about Zofia and Jack not being present, nervous about being the reason there was an obvious increase in security, and embarrassingly enough, nervous about Price.
You both hadn’t spoken much. The only things you’ve said since the moment in the parking garage were professional formalities between a wife and a husband. There was the usual small talk, the usual Price discussing business with the others gathered in the same old corner, and the conversation topics that weren’t all that comfortable to sit in for.
You were looking at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with the polish chipping on your nails when you felt his stare. You ignored it at first, thinking you were imagining things, but eventually you panned over to him, letting your eyes slide up his body until they landed on his. He was staring at you.
His large arm was around the back of the chair, and one of his thighs was against yours, the other touching the side of the chair as he rested an elbow on its arm. His knuckle rested against his lips, and his eyes were a darker grey-blue as they remained on yours.
Suddenly you felt so much smaller sitting next to him. Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth as you squeezed your thighs closer together.
There was a heat to his gaze, and suddenly all things faded into background noise. Your skin suddenly felt hot, and unless you wanted to embarrass yourself again, you let your eyes linger a moment longer before you settled your back further into the back of the chair at his side.
A hand came to your shoulder, and you felt your eyes widen as you were tugged into Price’s chest. He held you there as he leaned his head forward, his hot breath brushing against your ear as he spoke.
“Did finding out that they’re watching bother you?” he muttered, and though your shoulders were rigid against his chest, he pulled you even closer, letting his warmth ease the tension in your muscles as you relaxed into him.
“I…” you started, but trailed off. “I don’t know.”
“It seems like it did.”
“…Maybe a little.”
There was hardly a second before he asked, “why?”
“I just—” you started but turned to face him in the chair.
You regretted it instantly.
The look he was giving you now was nothing short of tempting. It was the same look he was giving you last night when you were losing yourself atop him before he even got the chance to take off his clothes. You swallowed, suddenly feeling all the hotter in your short, black dress.
“You just?” he urged, leaning his face closer to yours with the tilt of his head.
“I didn’t want them to think I was being unprofessional with you.”
“I think we’re a little past that.”
You felt the blush rise to your cheeks. “Price-”
He chuckled, and you felt his body rumble against yours.
“I’m not joking, Price.”
“I’m not either when I say that won’t matter.” He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he muttered, “what I plan to do to you tonight is anything but professional.”
You felt your pulse thrumming in your chest as you swallowed. “I’m ready to call it a night when you are.”
With that, he took your hand and stood. You were practically dragged out the door by the time you said your goodbyes.
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You two were hardly in the room before he pressed himself into you and kissed you harshly. His tongue quickly ran across your lips, and your mouth opened to him, kissing him back in full tandem.
He shut the door behind him as a hand came to your jaw. He cupped it as he angled your head for him to kiss you harder. Your knees felt weak, and your hands on his chest were the only things keeping you grounded on this earth. His kiss left you completely and utterly helpless to him and how he was making you feel.
His hold on you didn’t falter as he backed you further into the suite, and you were gasping for breath by the time you were backed into the hotel room’s kitchen. His hands left your face and slid down to the back of your thighs just below your ass, and he gripped them firmly as he lifted you up onto the countertop. You let out a yelp as your bare skin touched the kitchen island’s cold surface. It felt all the more dirty knowing that just last night, the two of you were sharing a meal atop this countertop.
With the tips of his fingers, he pushed the hem of your dress up over your hips and waist. He used his body to press you down into the cold counter, and a shiver ran through you as your bare upper back touched the granite surface. His lips never left yours.
“Do you know how difficult it is?” he began but paused. His hot breath fanned against your lips as you watched him move above you. He began to trail hot kisses toward your jaw, knowing you were watching him all the while. He finished, “to look at you in these goddamned dresses and act like I don’t want to rip them off with my teeth?”
Your mouth opened with a gasp. Whether it be from his kisses at your neck or his words, it didn’t matter. He had wanted you like that? For how long?
He used both of his hands to pull down the straps of your dress, not stopping until it all bunched around your torso. Price groaned when he saw that there was nothing covering your breast beneath your black dress. He didn’t stop placing open-mouthed kisses over your skin, and he brushed his tongue over each bud, relishing in the way you breathed out a moan.
“Someone this pretty should not be anywhere near such a dangerous place like this,” he muttered, pushing the hem of your dress higher, “people like me don’t deserve so much as your presence.”
“Yet here I am,” you said, whispering to him as you cocked your head to the side. You slid your fingers past his jaw and into his hair as you looked at him.
His eyes flashed to yours, and they lingered for only a moment as he lifted his head to face you.
“Here you are.”
You felt your heart flutter in your chest, but it began to flutter for a whole other reason as his fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties. He placed kisses down your stomach, planting a final kiss over your hip bone before he sank down to his knees.
You sat up on your elbows, watching him as he began to pull your panties further down and off you completely. He was a pretty tall man, so even though he was on his knees, he was still well above the height of the island. Price scooped up your legs from underneath, grabbing the fat of your inner thighs to spread you apart. Using the strength of his arms to keep you from moving, he blew cold air over your heat. You gasped, feeling it as it brushed over your clit.
“I’ve wanted to have you cumming on my tongue for days now,” he grunted. Without warning, his tongue finally ran through your slit, and your hips bucked of their own volition. He had barely touched you, and you were inches away from begging him to just fuck you already.
You moaned as his tongue came from your entrance to brush over your throbbing clit. He flicked his tongue, and your hand sank into his hair and pulled. His lips eventually settled around your clit, and your hips tried to buck as he continued to roll it under his tongue and sucked. His grip on you held you in place, and you felt completely under his control as he had you reeling from his touch.
His hand moved from your thigh, and you felt his middle finger lining up at your entrance. It pressed into you, and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you muffled a moan.
He pumped his finger into you, his mouth matching his movement with each thrust. When he added another finger, you sunk your teeth into your hand to stifle your cries. You didn’t know how thin these hotel walls were, but Price didn’t care. He took his hand off your thigh and pulled your hand from your mouth, silently commanding you to continue voicing your growing pleasure.
Price didn’t stop; he made your nerves sing as you felt the edge growing nearer. The muscles in your body tensed, bringing your chin to your chest as you whined, “Price, I-”
He didn’t answer, but curled his fingers, brushing that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling as you threw your head back.
“Go on, sweetheart. Let go.”
Your muscles clenched, and your walls began to spasm around his fingers as your orgasm crashed over you. His tongue continued to match every stroke of his fingers, and when his lips finally left your clit as he straightened, his finger-fucking never ceased as he watched you continue to come undone. When you finally came down from your high, your body fell limp against the counter. You let your head roll towards your shoulder as you saw him looking at you.
You watched him as he stood, and he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you forward. You were pretty sure he was the only thing holding you up as he carried you. Your legs were weak around his waist, and he used them to keep you steady as he moved to carry you into the bedroom.
He tossed you onto the bed, and the mattress dipped as he moved to crawl over you. He pressed himself into you, and you finally felt his length pressing into your core. You whined as he rubbed his clothed cock against you.
“I’m on the pill,” you breathed out, and he let out a terse laugh.
“Thank God,” he practically groaned.
His fingers were swift at undoing his belt buckle and pants, and he pulled himself free before you had the opportunity to do it for him. He ran his cock between your slit, brushing the head of his cock against your clit and making you whine.
“You can take it,” he grunted, and he slid into you with a shallow thrust of his hips. Your walls were tight against him, and he hissed between his teeth as he said, “good girl.”
You whimpered, and he massaged your thighs as your body adjusted to the size of him. His previous work had definitely made it easier for him to slide in, but he still took his time as he slowly fucked you deeper. He gradually picked up his pace, and eventually your body was rocking with each of his thrusts.
He moved the both of you then, getting to his knees so that you were held against him at the perfect angle for him to take your hips and raise them, just to drop you back down and fuck you hard on his cock. Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, and he was fucking you at an all-new angle that had your jaw going slack.
Your mind felt dizzy as the head of his cock brushed against your cervix. You would have never imagined that this short-tempered military Captain would have your legs shaking around him like this. As he adjusted his hold on your thighs to spread you further, all thoughts went out the window as he expertly fucked up against the spot inside you that had you nearly sobbing.
You were mindlessly babbling now, going on and on about how good he was making you feel and how thoroughly he was fucking you. At some point, you had him chuckling against your neck, and he brought his face inches away from yours with a smirk on his lips.
“Should’ve known this was all it took to get you to talk so sweet to me.”
You could’ve scoffed, could’ve laughed, but you were too busy crying out as he practically used you as his personal fuck toy. He was moving you to bounce on his cock, and you felt as if he were claiming you with how good he was making you feel as he practically ruined you.
“Are you close, love?” he whispered into your ear. You felt his hot breath run along your neck before returning to your ear, and a shiver ran down your spine as he grunted, “I can feel you tightening around me.”
You whimpered in response, and he picked up his pace, fucking you until you were barely holding yourself together. Your thighs were slick, and as they made contact with his body, they made lewd sounds that would make any decent person blush. You yourself were blushing, but you wouldn’t say it was for that reason.
You felt your body tensing, and you moaned as your arms went taut. Your grip on his shoulders became harsh, and your nails scratched against his skin as euphoria began to build in the pit of your stomach. It grew and grew until you lost control of your body as it moved towards nothing but more pleasure. Finally, it erupted with a wave that crashed over you, leaving you utterly breathless in his arms and gasping for air. Price came with a grunt, and you felt his cum leaking from inside of you as you settled against his thighs.
You were hardly thinking as he laid you down on the bed again, still breathless. He pulled himself out from within you, and you hardly had the energy to groan. His arms held himself up as he settled above you, and a hand moved your hair from your face. It was likely slick with sweat, but he didn’t care. He was looking at you in a way that made you feel utterly… revered. Admired.
It had your insides feeling warm for a completely different reason.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, and you felt yourself melting for him.
You smiled, and he smiled back at you.
He eventually asked, “Do you want to make use of that tub, or would you like a moment?”
You took a breath before you muttered, “a moment.”
He chuckled, his body rumbling against you, then said, “Ok.”