Sex Break

Content advisory: erotic content

Marisol shook her head and pushed her cart to the next room on her list. The door she moved away from stood open and she was sure if she turned, the man would still be standing there naked. As a maid at Decadent, the hedonistic resort situated on its own private island, she saw a lot and got propositioned on a daily basis.

She’d come a long way in the two years she’d worked here. Growing up in a Catholic, sexually repressed household made her shy away from men for a long time. Then, she’d started reading those stories. 

It started with typical romances. Going to an all-girls school, she didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex. After moving out on her own, the books she read made her long for a connection with a man.

She’d tried. There were several lovers in her past, but that illusive connection evaded her. Thinking it was all fiction, she’d stopped reading those books. Until a friend recommended a hot read. She checked it out and, like that, she’d been sucked back in.

These weren’t her mother’s romances, though. No, these were hot and steamy and mentioned things in the bedroom that she’d never heard of. She started buying more and more, getting excited with each new experience she read of, longing to try it herself.

Then came the job at Decadent. It paid great, but she’d almost quit right away. She’d heard stories of the resort, but seeing all the nudity and sexual acts that happened literally anywhere on the grounds, it was almost too much.

But she’d stuck it out and daily propositions aside, she enjoyed her job. So, she gracefully dissuaded the guests that were interested in a different kind of turn-down service, as had happened at the last room, and forged ahead.

Mari knocked on the next door. “Housekeeping.”

After a moment of silence, she pulled the master keycard from her pocket. Just as she inserted it into the lock, the door opened.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought the room was empty.” Not even looking up in case it was another naked man, she backed away, slipping the key back into her apron pocket.

“It’s just me, Mari. Come on in.”

A curl of desire swirled in her stomach at the sound of the familiar, deep voice. Edwin, one of the maintenance crew, always had that affect on her. She looked up and met his light blue eyes.

They looked even lighter, set in his tanned face, blond shadow gracing his jawline. He was tall, over six feet, and had big shoulders and arms. A rumor had gone around when he first started working there that he’d been in the Marines, but if that were true, it wasn’t evidenced by the ponytail he wore now. 

“Hi Ed. I didn’t realize it was you.” Heat singed her cheeks and she knew she blushed. Even with her Hispanic background, she was sure he could tell. He always looked at her with such laser-like focus and that, combined with his good looks and overall masculinity, made her shy around him. He probably thought she was an idiot.

“Yeah, toilet stopped up. No one here, but me.” He stared for a moment longer, then backed up.

“Thanks. I’ll save the bathroom for last then.” Grabbing her checklist and a set of clean linens, she edged past him and made her way across the room.

She felt the weight of his gaze on her, but already feeling dumb enough, she didn’t look back. Instead, she pulled the sheets free from the bed, stripping it down to the mattress. After several moments, she heard sounds in the bathroom and knew Ed had gone back to work.

Making the bed reminded her of what went on here at Decadent. It also reminded her of the sexy man in the next room and all the things he’d done to her last night in her fantasies. Yes, she had it bad for him, but was too shy to throw herself at him like the other girls did.

Her mind wandered and the desire he’d started by just being there and talking to her, rose inside her. Tension knotted in her shoulders as she realized just how small a hotel room could be.

Covering the last pillow and placing it on the bed, she turned, her arms full of dirty sheets and stopped suddenly. Edwin stood in the doorway, his tool belt riding low on his lean hips. God, he was sexy. And he was watching her.

Another blush flushed her cheeks as she tried not to remember where her thoughts had just led her.

“All done in there?” She plopped the laundry in the bag on her cart.

“Mari?”

She busied herself marking off her checklist. “Hmm?”

“Why don’t you like me?”

She stiffened in shock for a moment before she whirled to face him. “I don’t dislike you. Why would you think that?”

Shrugging, he studied her face. “You tend to run away a lot. I enter a room, you leave. You barely talk to me. I can’t figure out what I did to make you avoid me.”

Heat suffused her face once more. She rarely blushed except around him, but that wasn’t his fault. Shame that she’d made him feel bad followed close behind the embarrassment.

“I’m sorry that I made  you feel that way. I don’t act that way because I dislike you. I – it’s because….”

“Because?”

Could the floor open up and swallow her whole? Could someone die from extreme humiliation? She could leave, not tell him the truth and he’d probably let her get away with it. But then she’d have to live with the knowledge that she’d hurt him. She couldn’t do that.

“I…like you, Ed, but I feel nervous around you. I’m afraid of making a fool of myself around you so I try to spend as little time around you as possible. I’m sorry that you thought I didn’t like you.”

She’d watched her shoes during her explanation, enough warmth radiating from her cheeks to heat a house in the winter. She didn’t want to see ridicule at her inept behavior around him.

Edwin lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her gaze to his intense stare. “When you say you like me, does that mean you’re attracted to me?”

Oh, God. She didn’t think this could get any worse, but she’d been wrong. Closing her eyes for relief from his scrutiny, her brain tumbled, trying to come up with something that didn’t make her sound even more pathetic than she already did.

“Because if so, you have to know I’m attracted to you.”

Her eyes popped open and saw sincerity in his ice blue gaze. “You – you are?”

“I am. I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to ask you out for weeks, but you’re always running away.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I should have realized that I made you nervous.”

Silence rose between them and for once, she returned his regard, looking deep into his eyes. A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth.

“You didn’t answer me. Are you attracted to me? Would you go out with me?”

A brazen courage that she’d never felt before rose up inside her. He’d opened to her without any idea of her own feelings. She would try to be as open as he’d been.

She rose up on her toes, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. At first, he didn’t respond and she started to pull back. Before she could, he leapt into action. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

Her panties felt soaked against her skin as wetness gushed from her. She gasped in surprise. She’d never gotten that hot that quick over a kiss. He took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

A moan slipped from her throat and the sound broke the spell. Embarrassed once again, she pulled away, though he still held her close.

“I guess that’s a yes.” Amusement, tinged with lust, colored his voice.

Yet another blush exploded across her cheeks and she withdrew her arms. She tried to pull from his embrace, but his arms tightened around her.

“I’m sorry. I’m not making fun. I’m just in shock that you feel the same way.” 

She stopped struggling and looked up at him.

“And I’m so turned on, I’m barely hanging by a thread.”

At his words, she finally registered the hard rod pressing into her tummy. The proof of his desire against her, along with the truth of his feelings wringing through every word, gave her a confidence she’d never felt before.

Her cheeks cooled and she reached for him, squeezing his hard length. He closed his eyes on a groan and tilted his head back.

“Mari. Please….”

“Yes.” Her whisper got through as his head leveled off, his gaze searching hers.

He seemed to read her intent. “Not here. Have you had your morning break yet?”

At the shake of her head, he searched the hallway. Apparently seeing what he wanted, he tugged her behind him, stopping halfway down the corridor. The door, labeled maintenance, stood before them.

He turned to her. “Are you sure about this, Mari? We don’t have to do this now.”

“I’m sure.”

After another penetrating look, he turned, inserted his key into the knob and let them into the closet. She glanced around and noted the shelves full of tools and products that Edwin used in the course of his day.

As the door shut, the darkness inside was blinding. She couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face and uneasiness knotted in her belly. Then she was in Ed’s arms. He turned her so she felt the door at her back and his hard body at her front.

His lips found hers and they shared another hungry kiss. He took control, deepening the kiss and arousal roared through her body, fast and strong and unexpected. Rubbing her body against his, she felt a need grow inside that only he could fill. 

He slipped his thigh between her legs and she began to ride him, pleasure shooting through her, despite the layers of clothing between them. A hand grasped each of her breasts and Ed kneaded the soft globes. Her nipples were hard and poking through her top. He must have felt them, yet he avoided them.

She continued to hump his leg as she pushed into his hands. A coil formed in her stomach, each pass of her clit on his leg, each squeeze of his hands on her breasts increased the tension inside her.

Tearing her lips from his, she sobbed. “Please. My nipples….”

He nipped down her neck to the zipper at her chest. Pulling it down, he bared her to the darkness and she could feel a cool breeze on the tops of her heated breasts. Edwin pressed on the front release latch and her bra popped open.

Finally, finally, he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb. Another gush of liquid gushed from her pussy as she moaned low and long. 

“Yessssss. Oh God, Ed. Oh God….”

She moved faster on his leg, the coil in her tummy tightened to breaking and she knew she was close. So close.

Suddenly, he was gone. His hands left her breasts and his leg disappeared from between her thighs.

“What—?”

She heard a rustle and tearing sound. “Ssh, it’s okay.”

Before she knew what was happening, he spun her around. She braced her hands on the door as his fingers tweaked her nipples. That quickly, her arousal soared again. She just needed…

As though reading her mind, one hand left her breast and slid down her belly, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that would send her flying. He rubbed and plucked her clit and alternated attention on her breasts.

In seconds, her orgasm built to a breaking point, the tension in her body so tight, she felt as though she would snap at any moment. She held her breath. She was going to come. She was so close.

The sudden thrust of Ed’s hard cock into her soaking wet pussy sent her over the edge. She screamed as pleasure rolled through like a tidal wave. Ed withdrew and drove inside her again. And again. And again. Each plunge prolonged her climax and drove it higher.

As he pounded toward his own release, another orgasm surprised her and she shuddered around him as he thrust one, two, three more times before holding himself still against her back.

She hadn’t known sex could be like that. As her body slowly came down from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, she wondered if she’d ruined things. Ed had been interested in asking her out. Had her wanton behavior turned him off? Would he think her only good for a physical release when he got horny? Would she be able to tell him no? What had she done?

Ed rested his forehead on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her damp skin.

“So, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

****

Please return on February 25^th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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