Nervous
Rating: NC-17
CW: mention of nipples, vaginal parts, etc
Series: Deep Dive in Delusion
Part 1: Releasing Tension
"You seem a little....tense."
I look up at him and nod slowly. We've not made it far into the hotel room, still standing in the very nice entryway, just awkwardly chatting. I tell him that it's my first time in a fancy hotel room, with someone....like him. Which is true. While I'm not a virgin and certainly not a.....more reserved person, I've never done the whole one night stand thing. Definitely not one that involved the amount of paperwork I had to sign, for sure. He smiles, offering his hand to me. I take it, noting how pretty his hands are up close and how soft they feel. He leads me over into the living room area of the room, another expansive area definitely made for at least a family of 6, if not multiple families.
He releases my hand, sitting on the sizeable couch, and gestures to the space next to him. I nod, smoothing out my skirt as I sit, diagonally facing him with a safe, decent amount of space in between us. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable, even if I can't stop staring at his chest in that black vest, or how well his tailored black slacks fit him. Even now, as he's sitting, they hug his thighs in a way that allows a feral thought to break the anxiety I'm experiencing: I want to bite his thighs. I shake off that thought, allowing the nervous feelings to return, and focus on his face.
"Signing an NDA doesn't mean anything is implied or required. We could just talk. I've done that before, honestly. Let's just talk, yeah?"
I nod, adjusting the way I'm sitting again to be only slightly less tense. I always struggle to find a comfortable sitting position when I'm anxious, and under his soft, caring, yet intense gaze, I almost feel too exposed. He's very observant, something that I've known about him as my bias, and I can tell he's trying hard to get me to relax.
"You know, one girl and I just talked about our dogs for an hour and half, and then she went back to her hotel. I love talking about my dog back home."
He grins, that beautiful smile I've come to love lighting up his face, and I chuckle. I thank him for the offer, admitting that I would love to hear about his dog (and subsequently, the fandom dog because she's an angel) and tell him that I'm just a little nervous about being alone with him.
"Dog talk later. Maybe would it help if I brought in the rest of the kids? We can just play games. They're very competitive, though, and the puppy one tends to cheat."
I laugh out loud at that, knowing that my bias wrecker absolutely cheats and it's one of my favorite aspects of watching them compete against one another.
"Ah, she laughs! And a beautiful one at that."
I can feel heat rising in my face at his compliment, the little flirt. I tell him to quit with all that, and remind him that the fandom loves his laugh more than anything.
"Ehhh it's alright. Do you like it though? You can tell me if I sound like dying kookaburra or something."
I am more relaxed as I laugh again, mostly at the ridiculously Aussie reference. Can't take the Australian out of that man if you tried, and I love him for that. I assure him that I also find his laugh adorable, even attractive. He tilts his head to the side, licking his lips.
"So you DO find me attractive? Here I thought you just wanted to trick me into getting a good night's sleep."
I giggle at that, and shrug, mentioning how 1) he DOES need to sleep more, because he keeps terrible hours, especially before comeback time and 2) how would I even get him to sleep anyway? His expression changes, his eyes softening into a flirty look, and he bites his lip.
"I mean, there are a few ways to do it. But those are trade secrets, I'm afraid. Real hush-hush, super secret stuff."
I shake my head at him, allowing my back to relax into the couch, with my legs still crossed. I remind him that I've already signed an NDA and he should share with the class, making him laugh.
"Fine, fine, twist my arm into telling you."
I clock that he moves a little closer to me, as if actually divulging a huge secret, which makes me chuckle. He's much closer than before now, and I can smell the remnants of his cologne at this distance: warm vanilla with soft notes of earthy, tobacco notes.
"The least effective way, unfortunately, is me trying to force myself to fall asleep in bed. I try, stripping off my clothes and just laying there, but that doesn't work if my brain can't shut off, you know? So then I'm just naked and awake."
He chuckles at that, while I'm actively forcing my brain to focus on the conversation and not think about what he looks like in bed, naked. Unfortunately, my mind betrays me, flooding me with images of him laying restless, sheets only covering his lower body, nipples erect from being exposed to the cold, just begging to be touched or sucked-
"Something that's a bit more effective, though, is working out and a nice, long, hot shower. Sometimes I just sit in there and massage my tired muscles, to help myself relax."
My focus snaps immediately back to what he's saying, as images of him wet in the shower invade my mind, him touching his chest, his shoulders, his abdomen, and maybe moving lower--
"But the easiest way, I think, is when I can have a gorgeous woman sit on my face first."
I choke, blinking rapidly as if I didn't hear him correctly. Every single horny thought I'd previously had comes rushing back, igniting a strong desire in my lower stomach. He's smiling now, his head cocked to the side, studying my face for a reaction. I realize very quickly that he did all that on purpose, like the hot menace he is. Collecting myself, I slyly ask which he thinks will be the most helpful tonight. He sighs, changing sitting positions so he's leaning forward on the couch, forearms resting on his thighs, and clasps his hands. I'm focused again on his veiny hands, with long, delicate yet masculine fingers.
"That depends on you, and if you want to help me sleep tonight."
I swallow slowly, channeling every bad bitch and confident woman's energy I know, and nod, mustering up courage through the insane amount of heat and longing that has built up inside of me during our conversation. I smile, and admit to him that I consent to doing whatever he needs to get some good sleep tonight.
"In that case, open your legs for me."
I incline my head a little quizzically at this very forward request, but oblige him, and he rests his hand on the inside of my thigh. I'm immediately turned on even more, the anticipation stoking the heat I'm feeling both from his hands and in my core. I love his hands, and am even more appreciative of them on me in this moment because they're on me. I study his face as he begins tracing the skin on the inside of my thigh, moving his way up at a tortuously slow pace. He's making a simple figure eight-like pattern with his index and middle finger, sending even more sparks up my thighs and making my core feel like it's vibrating. He looks up at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"How does this feel so far?"
Ever the gentleman and attentive person. I adore this man. I tell him that it feels nice, which isn't a lie. It does, but now instead of anxious feelings about being here, I'm desperate for more contact. The anticipation of the end of his hand's journey is more than I can bear at this point. I can feel my nipples get hard at the thought of him touching me directly, stimulating my body into the orgasms it's building toward already. I finally feel his fingers trace his full name over the seat of my panties, and I'm already breathing hard and at a rapid pace. I close my eyes, and actively try to not whimper.
"You're already so wet for me. Such a good girl."
He leans in and kisses my neck, adding a light nibble in as he continues his languid finger movements over my underwear. I'm moving against his hand, slightly pushing upward to feel more of his fingers against me. He applies a little more pressure and switches his finger movements, and I moan, throwing my head back.
"I love hearing you moan. Do you want me to touch you more like this-", he applies a little more pressure, "-or like this?"
His fingers slip briefly under the seat of my underwear, moving them to the side, and deftly slide against my clit. I cry out, using his name this time.
"Fuck, that's really hot. I like hearing you moan my name. Let's see how many times I can get you to do that tonight."
He gets on his knees instead, arms snaking around my thighs, and yanks me to him. I yelp in surprise, but don't complain as he places both of my thighs over his shoulders. I feel him rip the seat of my underwear, taking me by surprise. I start to protest, but his head disappears between my thighs and I feel his tongue graze my clit softly, making slow circles with the tip as if he's taking his time tasting me. I immediately whimper and moan in succession, putting my hands in his hair.
He's very determined, his tongue alternating patterns against my clit, licking and sucking like I'm his only source of nourishment tonight. He hums a little when he sucks it into his mouth and I cry out, arching my back and unintentionally pushing his head farther away from me with my hands. He growls in determination, spreading my thighs wider and tightening his grip, and looks up from between my legs.
"Don't fight this. I'm not stopping until you come on my face like a good girl."
He dives back in immediately, his tongue finding my entrance, and I cry out in ecstacy, losing myself in how good it feels to have him devour my soul this way.
To be continued........
