“Relax, Seven. It’s okay.” He takes my hand, leading me up to the entrance, and he gives the employee his name. A young man with thick accent greets him.
“Right this way. Your private flight should be ready in just a moment. The capsules keep moving, some off-loading families or couples exiting in loving embraces. It’s a tourist hot spot, for sure. It’s also something I never thought I would want to do. However, the more I watch the carefree expressions of those exiting the experience, even on the children, the more I find myself relaxing and the anxiety fleeing.
“Mr. Parker. Your room is ready.” Levi takes my hand, and we walk toward the entrance of the impressive room. As we enter, I notice a full dinner for two set up, along with champagne, and the soulful voice of Billie Holiday singing. This couldn’t be any more perfect. As much as I will never admit it to another living soul, the moment I step foot inside, I give a piece of my heart to Levi Parker.
CHAPTER 7
In all my years, I’ve never been on a real date. Back in college, Daniel never took the time to plan anything special. I thought shit like this only existed in Hollywood. Levi never releases his tender grip on my hand as he walks me to the center of the thick glass window. I release his hand and grasp the railing in front of me as the entire room starts to move, climbing into the night sky. Lights line the outside of the spacious, moving room, leaving a low glow shining into our private space.
“The view is beautiful. The city is gorgeous at night.” I stare out as far as the eye can see. Lights shine in the night sky over London. Landmarks glisten in the distance and the rich history of the city is catalogued in my memory.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you, Seven,” Levi counters. Smooth. I want to laugh at him, but I just smile uncomfortably. I’m not good at accepting compliments on my looks; I never have been.
“Laying it on thick, Levi.” I turn for the table, taking my wrap off and laying it on one of the two antique chairs.
“Hey, I speak nothing but the truth.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection, and nuzzling his nose into the hair resting around my shoulders. “You smell good enough to eat.” His words send a shock through me, and my pussy slowly becomes slick with my need for him. Moving out of his arms, I walk back to the glass, only to discover we’re almost at the very top of the Eye. His arms wrap around me once again, and my anxiety starts to flee.
I turn in his arms, my back pressed against the glass and railing. He gently lifts me and presses my ass onto the railing as a seat. We’re almost level, but he still stands taller than my petite frame. I stare into his eyes, not knowing what comes next. Anticipation builds through my veins as I watch his expression carefully. His eyes show me lust, and hunger. He wants to ravish me, as much as I want him to.
“Seven,” he says as he leans in and kisses me. His lips work slowly, barely grazing. His tongue skims my plump bottom lip and sucks it between his teeth, coaxing my hungry mouth open. I allow his entry, and I meet every stroke of his tongue with one of my own.
We play this game for what seems like an eternity, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. His hands start to explore my body and my nipples stand at attention against my barely there bra. As my dress shifts, I feel his strong fingers caressing my inner thighs. Remembering we are in a very public place, in a room made of glass, I start to pull back. Sex in public has never bothered me before; if anything, it has always set me on fire with want. But the fact that we are in a foreign country on a business trip kind of ruins it for me.
“We can’t do this.” I break our kiss. My head falls back onto the glass wall and I let out a sigh.
“Yes, we can. I paid for this private room for hours. We will fuck up against this glass, then eat that delicious gourmet meal, Seven.” His words turn me on more than they probably should. But I can’t deny it anymore. I want to fuck him, just as bad as I want all the strangers on the ground below us to watch as he takes me against this glass wall.
“Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me hard against this wall for all of fucking London to see.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Reaching up my dress, he tears at my panties, pulling them down until they slide over my heels, still firmly in place on my feet. “Oh baby, I plan on it. I’ve been waiting to get back inside this tight little cunt for days. I can’t get enough of your pussy, Seven.” His dirty talk cheers me on as I reach for the zipper on his expensive dress slacks, pulling it down and reaching in, expecting to come in contact with the sexy boxer-briefs he always wears. But to my surprise, his velvet cock falls right into my hand. Hard and leaking the littlest bit of pre-cum, anxious to fill me.
“Fuck!” he bellows as my hand starts to work him. He pulls my fist away and runs his hands through his hair.
“What, Levi?” He’s clearly distraught about something.
“I fucking forgot condoms. I was too busy planning everything else.” He’s pissed, and so am I. I can honestly say I have never fucked without a condom in my entire life. Then again, besides Daniel, I have never fucked the same person twice.
My body aches for him deep inside me; throwing caution to the wind even more, I speak. “I’m clean, and protected.”
My words wash over him in relief. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?” His question lingers in the air between us as I wait to respond to him.
“Yes,” is all I can say before he attacks me once again. His mouth crashes hungrily against mine as I feel the head of his dick press against my wet opening. In one frantic thrust, he drives his thick cock deep inside me. I gasp and moan all at once.
“Oh fuck!” Another moan slips from my lips as he licks up and down my neck, stopping to bite occasionally. My hands work through his dark locks, as my legs wrap around his waist, frantically holding on for dear life as he fucks me up against the glass wall.
“Oh, Seven. Your pussy is so fucking good. I could spend all night in it.” God, I wouldn’t mind having him inside me all night like this.
The feeling of skin-on-skin is nothing short of amazing. I can see why so many people rave about fucking bareback. I can feel every ridge and delicious detail of his glorious cock. He shifts and I can feel the head of his erection rubbing my G spot. Once, twice, and, on the third time, the orgasm crashes over me, out of nowhere. “FUCK! Levi, oh my God! Your dick is magic. Fuck me harder! I’m coming. Oh, fuck, I am coming!” I can’t help but scream. His pace increases and I can feel him twitching deep inside me, as my pussy continues to grip his cock.
“Fuck!” he cries and his come pours inside my waiting cunt. The hot jets fill my pussy, and I can feel my second orgasm of the night coming. The feeling of him emptying his seed into me sends me over the edge.
“Levi! Oh God! Again! I’m coming again! Don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me!” He keeps pumping into me while I scream.
My ass is pressed against the glass and the railing, and Levi is panting against my ear. The aftershocks of our orgasms ripple through our bodies as we hold onto each other.. I can feel him slowly start to pull his semi-hard dick out of my soaked pussy, followed by his come dripping slowly down my leg. This probably ranks up there in the hottest moments of my life.
He steps away slowly, tucking himself back into the dress pants. His smile could light up the dark London night sky. I run my finger along my inner thigh, cleaning the come he left behind. His dark eyes go wide as he watches every move I make. When my come covered finger dips into my mouth, he stalks forward and his lips crash on mine, sharing the mixture of our juices between our mouths.