I make a move to get off Seth, but he holds me down on top of him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks me.
“I just figured I should get off you now,” I answer him quietly. “I don’t really think that this is a cuddling situation.”
“Stay right where you are,” he orders, casually putting an arm behind his head.
So I stretch my legs out behind me and just rest there on top of him, my chin resting on his muscular chest. I stare at some of his tattoos and trace the large one on his chest with my finger.
It’s an incredibly beautiful and detailed black wing that covers most of his right peck and spreads up toward his shoulder. I feel him shiver while I do this, and his eyes close.
“I don’t want to put that thing back on.”
I hear Casey complain. I glance over at Casey, and she catches me looking at her.
“My dress,” she clarifies, smiling widely.
“Me neither,” I agree with her, “but are we really just going to lie around naked together?”
“That would be great, but I’ll take care of it,” Lucas offers, standing up, gloriously buck naked.
He wanders over to one of the closed doors and disappears. He comes back a few short seconds later with two plush terry cloth robes in hand.
He brings one over and drapes it over me, and then he returns to Casey, draping the other robe over her.
“Thanks, babe.” She smiles up at him.
“Happy to help.” He smiles and then bends down to grab his underwear off the floor to put them on.
He sits back down next to Casey just as she sits up to shrug into the robe. Seth and I don’t even move. Instead, we just stay where we are. I feel relaxed, buzzed, and a little tired.
Seth trails his fingers up and down my bare back, and it feels nice. I’m surprised by his tenderness. It kind of seems out of place compared to how he’s been all night.
Seth is getting better and better with every passing minute.
“I’m fucking tired. How about you?” Seth asks me, and I nod.
“Let’s go to bed then.” He smiles.
“’Kay,” I answer and carefully sit up, wrapping the robe around me.
Seth swings his legs off the sofa and sits up on the edge of it. “I think we’re turning in,” Seth announces.
“Aw, already?” Casey whines.
“Not going to finish your drinks?” Lucas asks, his eyes darting between Seth and me, looking disappointed.
“Nah, fuck it.” Seth stands up and gathers our discarded formal wears. “Let’s go, beautiful,” he says, reaching out to take my hand.
I take it and stand. Then he starts leading me toward the door next to the one Lucas had gone through for the robes.
“Good night, Case.” I smile back at her, and she smiles and waves.
“Have a good night, you two,” she replies with a suggestive tone—as if she needs to be suggestive anymore when we have kind of already crossed that line.
I’m still unsure of how the two of us will talk about this tomorrow in the bright light of day, without the masks, and without the alcohol flowing through our veins, making us brave.
I guess this is all stuff that I’ll have to think about tomorrow, so I will worry about it then. For now, I feel like it’s been a very long and exciting, if not life-changing, night.
Seth and I step into the sizable dark bedroom. I close the door behind me as he drops his clothes on a chair and then drapes my dress carefully on top of them.
I walk over and sit on the edge of the king-size bed and start removing my stockings as Seth turns on the bedside light.
“You know what?” Seth speaks. “I could really go for a shower before bed.” He looks at me, eyes heated.
That actually sounds like a great idea.
“Care to join me?” he asks, walking over to me and standing right in front of me, still naked.
I look up at him. “I think that would be nice,” I whisper, biting my lip.
He’s insatiable, and right now, so am I.
Seth smiles broadly and walks over to the en suite bathroom, flicking on the bright light. I hear the shower turn on, and steam starts creeping out of the doorway.
“Oh, Roxanne.”
I hear him sing from inside the bathroom.
I stand and remove my robe and go to join him. I walk into the large marble stone bathroom and close the door behind me, trapping in the steam.
Seth stands just outside the door of the shower, waiting for me.
“Shall we?” He grins, gesturing to me to step in first.
I walk up and brush by him as I step into the hot shower. Seth steps in behind me and moves in close, even though it’s not necessary. This shower could fit six people or maybe even more.
But I think I’ve had enough of the group activities for tonight, and I’m ready for a little one-on-one time. I step under the hot pressure of the water and let it wash over me.
“Here, let me get that for you,” Seth murmurs.
I don’t know what he’s talking about until his hands start working on my hair.
He begins gently pulling the many bobby pins out of my hair and then releases the tie, letting my hair fall in a wave down my shoulders.
He puts the hairpins down on a little shower shelf, then turns and starts massaging my scalp with his fingertips. I sigh in appreciation because it feels heavenly.
My hair had been so tight, and I hadn’t really noticed until now.
“Tilt your head back,” he orders softly, and I comply.
He moves me further under the water, letting the water soak my hair. He runs his fingers through it, and then his hands disappear.
“Does that feel good?” he murmurs.
“Very,” I sigh.
Seth rinses my hair and continues on with some conditioner. He works it down, untangling my long red strands as he goes.
“You’ve got beautiful hair, Roxanne,” he compliments.
“Thank you, Seth,” I breathe, thanking him for the compliment and the pampering. He’s pretty good at this whole seduction thing.
“All done,” he says.
I turn to face Seth, and he steps under the water himself. He closes his eyes and lets the water soak his head.
The cute hairstyle he was sporting before is gone, and his hair goes flat against his forehead.
I watch the water flow down his muscular body, and I can’t help but reach out and run my hands down his chest. He is truly yummy. He opens his eyes and smirks at me.
“Just enjoying the view,” I say with a coy smile.
Seth growls playfully and pulls me underneath the water with him, and then he kisses me hard. I moan into his mouth, and he presses me up against the cold marble wall.
His kiss is so good that it makes my knees shake. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and then gives it a little lick. I grasp his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin a little.
“Mmm, Seth,” I breathe.
“Mmm, Roxanne,” he grunts, spinning me around so that my front is now pushed up against the wall.
Seth starts kissing my shoulders and slowly works his way down my back until he reaches my buttocks.
“Spread ’em,” he orders so quietly that I almost can’t hear him, but I do and follow his orders.
He crouches behind me and runs his hands up and down the back of my legs, and then I feel one of his fingers enter me. A moan escapes my lips as he starts moving his finger in and out slowly.
“Fuck, Seth,” I hiss between my teeth as he adds another finger.
I push my backside out, welcoming it. Just when I think that’s as good as it’s going to get, I feel his hot mouth join his fingers.
“Oh god,” I moan loudly, and my legs start to shake.
“You taste so fucking good,” Seth growls, his voice gruff.
I want him inside me so bad right now, but he just continues his sensual assault. He moans appreciatively into my backside, and I think I’m going to combust.
“Fuck me, Seth, please!” I moan.
Seth stands up abruptly, and I hear the shower door open. I turn around, feeling confused.
“Stay right where you are. Don’t fucking move,” he orders.
He walks out of the bathroom, dripping wet, and comes back a moment later holding up his hand, and I see the condom in it.
He steps back into the shower, and I turn back around, resuming the position he left me in.
“Good girl.” He kisses my shoulder, and I hear him rip the condom open.
Then I feel him. He rubs himself along my entrance, teasing me with it. I push back into him eagerly.
“Want it?” he asks as he twists my hair around his fist and tugs lightly.
“Yes!” I pant.
I hear him chuckle, and he slowly and torturously dips the tip inside of me, but not all the way. He keeps doing this, and it’s driving me crazy with desire.
“More?” he asks again, sounding amused.
“Yes, Seth, please!” I beg, pushing into him even harder.
Finally, he slams into me all the way, and I cry out. His fingers dig into my hip as he holds me in place and pumps a few times.
His other hand is still in my hair, and he pulls on it again, but it doesn’t quite hurt. It feels good.
Seth pulls out of me quickly, causing me to wince, then he turns me around and grabs my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me against the slick marble wall.
At the back of my mind, I’m concerned he’s going to slip, but he doesn’t seem to struggle at all. He continues to move effortlessly, pushing into me against the wall, and I am lost.
Seth groans loudly, the sound reverberating off the enclosed space, and I feel him go rigid, as he slams into me once, twice more, holding me still as he pours himself into me.
His legs shake slightly, so he carefully sets me down, but he doesn’t back away as we wait for our heart rates to slow back down.
“Wow, Seth, that was…,” I pant.
“Fucking awesome,” he finishes.
“Something like that.” I laugh.
Seth and I continue our shower, washing away the sex and sweat, and when we are both squeaky clean, we step out of the shower.
The whole bathroom is completely filled with steam, and the mirror is fogged out. Seth cracks the door open, releasing some of it as we towel off.
“There should be a hair dryer in one of those drawers,” he tells me.
I am grateful because I hate going to bed with wet hair. I search the drawers and find it. It’s an expensive model and dries my hair quickly.
Seth has opened the hotel toiletries and now brushes his teeth. I find this comfortable interaction between us kind of funny. It feels like we’ve known each other far longer than just tonight.
He glances over at me through the mirror, and he sees me watching him.
“There’s two!” He smiles, holding up a second toothbrush.
“Awesome.”
I set the hairdryer down and take the toothbrush from him. Again, I am grateful for it. Seth finishes up and steps out of the bathroom, giving me a little privacy.
Thank you, Seth.
I squirt the toothpaste on the toothbrush and brush my teeth vigorously. What a crazy night this has been. Never in a million years had I imagined this night would turn out like this.
I had a threesome with two guys I had just met, found out one was my best friend’s boyfriend, and got hit on by a handsome billionaire.
I had sex with Seth, formerly known as Joe, in front of my best friend, and then again with Seth in the shower. Yes, it’s pretty messed up, I would say.
My makeup is now washed away, and now it’s just me—no disguise. I’m thankful that my skin is smooth and clear, because I do not have any of my makeup with me except gloss.
Leaving tomorrow will be interesting since both Casey and I will have to do the walk of shame in our gowns. I really wish I had a change of clothes.
I walk out into the bedroom, and Seth is already in the bed, covered only by a sheet up to his waist. He stretches out leisurely, his hands behind his head.
“Come on, get in,” he coaxes.
I slip under the crisp white sheet and pull it up to my chest, and I lie back on the plush white pillows. The sheets feel smooth and expensive against my bare skin, and the mattress molds to my body.
Seth turns onto his side and stares at me.
“So, Roxanne, are you going to give me your phone number?” he asks quietly, obviously hinting at the time when I had given it to Lucas earlier.
I turn on my side to face him and rest my head on my hand.
“You want my number?” I ask him a little incredulously, thinking this was a one-night thing.
“Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, furrowing his brows.
“Because I figured this was a one-night stand,” I answer him honestly.
“You know, at first I thought so too. But I think I’d like to get to know you a little better, if that’s okay with you. If it makes you feel better, you can have my number too,” he says softly, reaching out to stroke my arm.
“I think I’d like to get to know you better too, Seth.”
He really does seem like he could be a pretty good guy, underneath all his sexual bravado.
“I’m glad, Rox.” He moves in closer to me. “I think I’ll be personally deleting your number from Lucas’s phone tomorrow.” He chuckles darkly.
“Oh? No more sharing then?” I tease him.
“Not unless it’s on my terms.”
“I think I have something to say about that,” I protest.
“Well, of course you’d have to be cool with it too, Roxanne. I just mean that I don’t want Lucas to think he can just step in and—”
I cut him off. “I’m not interested in him anymore,” I say, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, something in the very back of my mind tells me that this is not entirely true.
“All I’m saying is…say the three of us are together, and we want to have some fun…if you’re into it, I want to be the guy in charge. Not him, like before,” he says.
“Maybe I want to be in charge,” I retort.
“Roxanne, you hold all the power, believe me. I just don’t want to become the back-burner guy again,” Seth clarifies.
“Okay, I think I can agree to that Seth, but honestly, I don’t see that happening again. It was sexy as hell, but I think once was enough,” I reassure him.
He smiles in response, seeming pleased by my answer.
“Oh, and one more thing,” he adds. “Could you do me a favor and not use that card Spence gave you?”
“Okay, but why not?” I ask curiously.
“Because if that man takes you out, I’ll no longer have a chance in hell with you,” he says seriously.
So I guess that means he’s more intimidated by Spence than he let show earlier.
“Don’t worry, I think he’s a little old for me,” I tell him.
“He’s only forty-two,” Seth counters, “and most women don’t give a shit how old he is. He’s a charming, single, good-looking billionaire.”
“I really don’t give a shit about how rich he is. He’s almost twenty years older than me,” I clarify. “My own parents are barely five years older than him. It would be too weird.”
“That’s good to know.” Seth nods and breathes a sigh of relief.
“How old are you, Seth?” I ask him.
“I’m thirty,” he answers me.
“Perfect.” I smile, and he laughs.
“Not too old for you then?”
“Nope, just right.”
“How old are you?” he asks me.
“Twenty-six,” I answer.
“Just right,” he teases.
I feel myself relaxing a lot more, and I let my head fall back onto the pillows, my eyes starting to feel heavy.
“Long night?” Seth brushes my hair away from my face.
“Very.” I nod, my eyes drooping.
“Let’s get some sleep then. I’m pretty tired myself,” Seth agrees, and he drapes his arm over my waist and pulls me closer to him so that my face is near his chest.
He smells heavenly, a mixture of soap and something else. I place a hand on his chest and trail my fingers along his skin sleepily.
I hear a low contented “hum” escape his throat, and soon, we both pass out cold.
