Chapter 1 🔥
Cheesecake and Orgasms
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” – Lao Tzu
Attention all passengers on Flight 3479 to Chicago O’Hare.” Came a loud voice over the speakers in the terminal at LaGuardia Airport. “Unfortunately, due to the inclement weather in Chicago, Flight 3479 has been delayed until tomorrow at 7 AM. We apologize for any in – ”
I let out a deep sigh as I made my way to the ticket booth to stand in line behind the other irritated passengers. You’d think I was used to situations like these by now, yet somehow, delayed flights – no matter how frequent – got more and more annoying each time.
Not that there was much for me to go home to but still – it would have been nice to be in the comfort of my own home rather than stuck at the closest hotel to the airport.
As the United flight attendant handed me a hotel voucher for the night, I gave her a tight smile and dragged my carry-on towards the exit.
After hailing a cab, the ride to New York LaGuardia Airport Marriot was very short. During the car ride, I made sure to call the office back in Chicago and let them know I won’t be in until late tomorrow morning, maybe even noon. It wasn’t uncommon for those of us who traveled a lot, but they still wanted to be aware.
After the receptionist handed me my room key, I stepped into the elevator and hit the 10th floor.
The room was your standard hotel room with a large king-sized bed in the middle, two wooden side tables each with a black single light wall sconce above each it. There was also a large TV mounted on the wall directly across from the bed. The deep purple curtains were open, allowing the lights from outside to shine in.
Quickly pulling the curtains shut, I placed my luggage next to the bed and made my way downstairs to the bar. I was starving, having only eaten breakfast thing morning, and I could really use a drink now.
Ditmars Bar & Grill was bustling with guests by the time I arrived. No doubt many of the people here were in the same boat as me, stuck here overnight due to a delayed flight. Almost all the bar seating was occupied, luckily I was able to find an available stool towards the end.
As I took in my surroundings, the lights at the bar were dimmed except for the ceramic pendants above the bar and the flush mount lighting scattered around the room. A large mirror made up the wall behind the bar, lined with hundreds of bottles of alcohol and a neon blue light shining behind the register.
I settled in my seat and immediately picked up the paper menu lying around. I quickly scanned it before settling on a cheeseburger with fries and a Cosmopolitan.
As I waited for the bartender to come back with my drink, I decided this was as good a time as any to check my personal phone.
Three missed calls from my mom.
Ten texts from my sister.
Five texts from my best friend.
I figured it was best to tackle my mother’s wrath before everyone else’s. After all, you know what they say, nothing is scarier than a missed call from your mother. In my case, that was quite literally true. Despite being twenty-eight years old, my mother still freaks out and thinks someone kidnapped me if I don’t answer the phone the first time she calls.
As I dialed her number, she picked up on the second ring. “They made cell phones so that you can answer them!”
“Hello to you too mom.” I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer, my flight got delayed until tomorrow morning and I just made it to the hotel.”
“You know I worry about you.” She sighed, and I could hear the water running in the background.
Eye roll, again. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m fine.”
“Until you actually start to believe it yourself.”
“Look, mom, I just wanted to let you know that I’m fine and I should be back tomorrow morning.”
“Who’s picking you up from the airport?” She asked, concern lacing her voice.
“They’re sending a car,” I reassured her. “I have to be at work for a meeting at noon.”
Now, you might be wondering why my mother is so concerned about her twenty-eight-year-old daughter – I am, after all, an adult.
Perhaps we should rewind to six months ago when I showed up at her doorstep with two large suitcases and asked to crash for a while.
Until six months ago, everything was fine. I had a house, I was married, everything was fine. Well – everything except my happiness.
I married my soon-to-be ex-husband right after college, we bought our first house together shortly after the wedding, and we were living what most would call a normal married life. We’d go on weekly Friday night dates when neither of us were working, we’d go grocery shopping together, once a year we’d take a trip overseas, and sometimes we’d even cook together!
That is until one Saturday morning I decided that was not the life I wanted for myself. We were relatively happy together, we didn’t really fight or bicker too much and our sex life was average. However, there was just something missing. I think I had known for a while but I was too scared to admit it, even to myself.
I’m someone that functions on knowing what happens next. It’s why I don’t like surprises or watching scary movies. Hell, until recently, I had a five-year plan of what I wanted my life to look like. And it wasn’t until I was shoving another load of laundry in the dryer when I realized enough was enough.
So, I did what any normal person would do. I finished the laundry and sat my then-husband down at our dining room table and told him I wanted a divorce. The look on his face would have been pretty hilarious if it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation at hand. His face morphed into one of shock, anger, and sadness until realization finally took over.
After a few hours of screaming and crying, we both concluded that we would be better off as friends. The house was in both of our names, but I agreed to sign it over to him as long as I got to keep my car. So, that very same day I packed up as much of my stuff as I could and drove to my mother’s.
“Just –” Mom let out another deep sigh over the phone. “Be careful, honey.”
“I will mom.” I nodded in thanks as the bartender handed me my drink. “I have to go now. I’ll stop by the house tomorrow after work.”
After we said our goodbyes, I took a sip of my Cosmopolitan and let the bittersweetness run down my throat. It was definitely one of the stronger ones I’ve had, and I felt the light burning of the alcohol.
I don’t know how much time had passed when I finally finished eating my burger, but the bar had emptied significantly. As the bartender took my empty plate away, I motioned for another drink – this time a margarita.
“Is this seat taken?” Came a deep voice from behind me. I whipped my head back only to be met by an intense pair of dark green eyes boring into mine. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks with a white button-down shirt, his suit jacked draping around his arm. He also had a black-tie that was loosely wrapped around his neck, and his hair was styled back neatly in a comb-over cut.
He was really hot.
“No.” I shook my head as I tried to ignore the incredibly handsome man sitting next to me and went back to scrolling through my Instagram feed. It probably wasn’t the best idea since my entire feed was full of people announcing pregnancies, engagements, and all that other stuff adults like to post on social media to give the impression that they have their life together.
I scoffed as I scrolled past a video of a gender reveal where an overly enthusiastic couple jumped up and down with joy at the fact that they were having a girl.
My reaction must have been louder than I anticipated because the beautiful stranger that sat down next to me earlier, looked up and gave me a questioning look.
“I’m sorry.” I tried to cover up my laugh. “Just ignore me.”
“It’s pretty hard to do that when you’re sitting there making noises and funny faces at your phone.” His smooth velvety voice drawled out, and my face burned with embarrassment.
And to think I couldn’t make an even bigger fool of myself today.
“I’m Ethan.” He extended his hand out. I stupidly stared at it until my brain finally kicked in and I realized the normal thing to do would be to shake his hand.
“McKenzie,” I replied, trying to hide my now beet-red face.
“Well, McKenzie,” He turned so that he was fully facing me now. “What’s so funny.”
“Nothing –” I shook my head. “Just stupid stuff on social media.”
He nodded his head in understanding. An awkward silence had settled, and luckily, the bartender took that exact moment to come back with my margarita.
Come to mama.
No – I am not an alcoholic, I just happen to be drinking a lot more nowadays than I was six months ago.
“So, McKenzie,” Ethan drawled out from next to me. “What brings you here tonight.”
“Well –” I took a large sip of my drink. “Me and about 90% of the guests here tonight, had our flight delayed until the morning.”
“I don’t make it a habit of just sitting in random bars by myself on a Thursday night.” I continued sarcastically before I could stop myself. The corners of Ethan’s lips twitched up in a smile as he nodded in understanding.
“I would never assume such a thing.” He smirked.
Gosh – even his smirk is sexy.
That’s it, I have to stop drinking. All this alcohol is seriously getting to my head. That or the fact that I haven’t had sex in six months might also have something to do with it, but who knows at this point.
Before Ethan could say anything else, his phone started going off.
Saved by the ringer!
While Ethan gave his full attention to whoever was on the phone, the dessert menu caught my eye.
I could go for some cheesecake right now.
I figured I could finish my drink and take the dessert upstairs with me where I could eat it while watching a crappy pay-per-view movie.
By the time I had finally settled the bill and my dessert was all ready to go, Ethan was still engrossed in a pretty heated conversation with the person on the other line. Stealing one last glance in his direction, I made my way towards the elevators.
A wave of disappointment hit me when I realize I would never see this incredibly sexy man ever again.
I was fumbling with my room key when someone cleared their throat behind me.
“Geesh!” I jumped back, droppingmy purse and keycard on the floor. Luckily, the cheesecake was still intact in my other hand. I bent down to pick up my belongings when I was met with a familiar pair of dark green eyes crouching down to help me gather my stuff.
“You again,” I said before I could stop myself.
“Me again.” He bit his lip with a smirk.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “You know, stalking is illegal in the state of New York.”
“If that’s the case,” he chuckled. “What are you doing outside my door, sweetheart.”
I scrunched up my nose in confusion. His door? What the hell is he talking about.
“This is room 1040.” He pointed to the room number before taking the keycard from my hand. “Your room is 1042.”
“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath.
As he handed me back my keycard, his fingertips brushing against mine sent tingles shooting through my arm.
I seriously need to lay off the alcohol.
“Well, I’ll just um ... be going now.” I stammered as I took a step back from him. During the entire time, his eyes continued to bore into mine – holding them captive.
I didn’t make it very far before I tripped over my own two feet. I was waiting for my body to hit the ground and the pain to come, but it never did because a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist to steady me.
“I promise I am not usually such a hot mess,” I said straightening myself out. “It’s just been a really long week and I was hoping to be home by now because I have a me –”
Ethan chuckled as he interrupted my rant. “You don’t have to apologize, McKenzie.”
The way my name rolled off his tongue does things to me, and makes my body burn in places it shouldn’t.
“Thanks for um ... you know ... not letting me die via clumsiness.” I let out a nervous laugh. “Goodnight, Ethan.”
“Goodnight, McKenzie.” Ethan’s lips tugged upwards, and it was clear he was trying to suppress his amusement.
“Oh, and for the record,” He called out just as I had stepped through the door and into my room. “I like cheesecake too.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he slowly shut the door behind him and left me standing there with my mouth hanging open.
After a very long and cold shower, I changed into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottom shorts. I had just settled in bed with my cheesecake and the TV remote, when Ethan’s earlier words kept echoing in my head.
I like cheesecake too.
He couldn’t possibly have been insinuating what my horny brain is leading me to believe, could he?
I like cheesecake too.
Well, looks like there’s only one way to find out.
The fact that I would never see this beautiful stranger again was probably the driving force behind what I did next, or so that’s what I’ll be telling myself until I die.
As I stood in front of Ethan’s door having just knocked, I kept pulling at my shorts.
I never realized just how short these are until now.
I was just about to turn around and hide back in my room when the door swung open. “Hi.” Ethan greeted, looking vaguely surprised to see me standing in front of him. He had taken off his tie by now and unbuttoned the top buttons of this shirt.
“You said you like cheesecake.” I lamely said holding up the dessert.
His eyes drift to the container I was holding up, before they began to roam my body. I was all of a sudden feeling that much more self-conscious at the fact that I was standing before him, and all that was separating my naked body from him is the pair of flimsy shorts I have on over my lace panties, and an oversized t-shirt.
Not my proudest – or sexiest – moment I have to admit.
Ethan’s eyes darkened as they stopped right at my chest, pulling me into his room.
He quickly grabbed the container out of my hand and set it somewhere on the table before returning his gaze to me. In a matter of seconds, he had hoisted me up in his arms and pushed me up against the wall. I instinctively tangled my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck.
His lips were on mine in a matter of seconds, and it didn’t take me long to completely melt into his arms. His lips were strong yet gentle as he bit down on my lower lip demanding access.
Every touch was electrifying, and every kiss increased my desire to have him tear my clothes off.
Ethan gently tugged at my shirt’s hemline and I lift my arms in anticipation, allowing him to lift it over my head and discard it somewhere in the room. His hands continued to roam up and down my body while his eyes stopped to admire my now naked chest. Then, he lowered his head so that his eyes were leveled with breasts. “You are so fucking sexy.”
I watched as he bent his head down, capturing my now erect nipple between his lips. Ethan’s warm mouth gently flicked my aching peaks as his teeth skimmed the nub. Lavishing my breasts with his attention, all I could do was let out moan after moan.
The way this man’s mouth worked, should be illegal.
He then moved on to my other nipple, his tongue swirling around it with the same vigor as he had on the other. Taking my nipple between his teeth, his hand cupped my other breast until his fingers found my engorged nub and began rolling it gently.
That was all it took for me to let out the high-pitched moan I had been trying to contain, and arch my back in anticipation. Despite his full attention being on me and working my body, I wanted more of him.
I needed more of him.
With one last gentle tug, Ethan came back up so that we were once again at eye level. His eyes pierced into mine as he cupped my hands. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded and began to slowly unbutton his shirt until he was able to shrug it off loosely. My fingers trailed the outline of his well-defined abs until I reached the hemline of his pants. I slowly pulled his belt through the loops and tossed it aside. As I fumbled with the button on his slacks, Ethan brought a finger to my chin and lifted my head so that I was looking up at him.
He looked like a lion ready to eat his prey.
My fingertips finally managed to undo the button on his pants and he kicked them off in one quick motion. My eyes inadvertently looked down at his hardening erection, my mouth all of sudden becoming very dry.
“What is it you want, McKenzie?” Ethan demanded as his lips once again found their way to my neck – nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe. His hand trailed down my skin until it finally reached the lace material separating my pussy from his fingers. Still staring intently into my eyes, he slowly moved the lace material aside and dipped into my hot and ready core.
I bit down on my lip, attempting to suppress my moans.
This only motivated him to push in deeper.
His fingers began to move rhythmically inside of me, pushing me over the edge.
“I want you!” I finally released, fully giving in to him.
Ethan kept his eyes trained on me as he slowly dropped to his knees. I gasped at the sensation of his breath against my sex. Ethan continued to pump his fingers in and out of my wet pussy as he spread my legs and began leaving butterfly kisses up my inner thighs. Then, in one swift motion, he tore my lace panties apart so that they were all but a forgotten memory.
The closer he got, I could feel his smirk against me, his tongue inching closer and closer. “I am going to enjoy making you scream my name, McKenzie.”
I could see his lips moving, but my mind was not registering anything he was saying. My mouth moved of its own accord as his tongue found my clit and ran circles around it vigorously. His fingers were suddenly gone but before I could protest, his tongue eased into my entrance and began licking up my folds.
My head thudded against the wall, a rush of heat pulsing through my body. My legs flexed against his shoulders, and my hands tangled themselves in his messy hair. My back arched even further as he continued to lap at my throbbing pussy. When his thumb began working my clit, it sent my body over the edge and I began to shake and wither above him, spewing an incoherent jumble of words. “Fuck, Ethan!”
Once I had come down from my high, Ethan picked me up and led us to the large king-sized bed where he threw me on the firm mattress. I had a hard time taking my eyes off of him as he removed his boxers and took out his hard and eager cock.
He took one long stride to the nightstand where he pulled out a golden foil package. Quickly tearing the foil, he slipped the latex on his cock before pulling me to the foot of the bed. I felt his shaft graze against me as Ethan situated himself in between my legs.
His lustful gaze continued to stare back at me as he slowly positioned his tip in between my folds. He began slowly pushing in, my walls tightening around him. “You are so fucking tight.” He growled, taking a deep breath before plunging himself all the way in.
“AHHH!” I gripped the sheets as I adjusted to the intrusion. Ethan didn’t wait for me to recover from the shock before he pulled out and once again thrust in deep, making me forget my name.
Each thrust brought earth-shattering pleasure to every fiber in my body. I was trashing underneath him and my hips began to buck against his in an attempt to get closer to him. His fingers dug into my hips and he groaned, biting his lip to control himself.
He firmly grabbed both of my arms and pinned them above my head as he continued to thrust in and out, all while leaving a trail of love bites along my collarbone. Ethan shifted slightly above me and before I knew it, I was on top straddling him and he was underneath me.
As he slammed into me again, it tore me open once again, sending a new wave of pain and pleasure throughout my body. Ethan let out a loud groan as his hands tightened around my waist.
I lifted myself up until it was just the tip that was hovering over my entrance. I paused before slamming down hard into him. He made a deep growling sound and his eyes became even darker. As I was lifting and dropping with aggression, he was thrusting up powerfully each time to meet me. A high whimper escaped my lips as I continued to bounce up and down on his cock. My nipples also ached with need as the cold air in the room caused them to harden.
Ethan must have sensed my desire because he finally took pity on me and reached up so that he was rolling my right nipple in between his fingertips. That’s all it took to set me over the edge. “Oh god! I’m so close.”
“Cum for me, baby.” Ethan managed to say in between each thrust. My core continued to build and build until I finally shattered and came undone.
“Oh my god!” I let out a high-pitched scream as my walls tightened around Ethan’s cock. “I’m cumming, oh my fucking god!”
He rode out my orgasm before allowing himself to climax. With one final thrust, Ethan grunted in pleasure before finally loosening his grip on me and I collapsed on top of him.I lay still on top of him for a few minutes, not daring to move. Afraid that this was all a dream I would wake up from, and reality would inevitably come crashing down.
“You’re amazing.” He managed to croak out as he rubbed soothing circles up and down my spine.
Not as amazing as you, I thought. Yet – no actual words came out so I just nodded against his chest and continued to listen to the rhythm of his breathing.
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