She walked into the hotel room, with him following her, guiding her with his fingers pressed firmly in the small of her back. It wasn't the first time they had done something like this, but it was the first time they had planned it.

They met at a business conference, strangely, it was two conferences in the same town, so they didn't really have any reason to mix. She noticed him across the bar, when she looked a second time, he caught her, she felt her cheeks flush, and he just held her gaze like he didn't have a care in the world. What the hell do you do when someone is so brazen, he just kept looking? Every time she looked, there he was, unwaveringly looking back. She felt like she was young again, that embarrassment of the first crush in school, hoping your friends don't notice. He had noticed and he was letting her know all about it, so why didn't she just bloody stop looking?

Finally, she summoned up the courage to walk over, if she was already embarrassed, so she might as well lean into it. As she cut through the crowd, her wrist was grabbed, she felt a shocking tingling of excitement, head spinning to see him, fucking hell, it was her colleague, who was doing her a favour by "bringing her into the circle" for a chat. For god's sake, this wasn't the time to hear the same "motivational talk" about her job, she regularly out preformed her boss, with customers coming directly to her to get issues solved and that was something she was proud of, if only her boss was able to appreciate that happy customers meant they were all winning. Instead, he clearly felt threatened, as he should, he is rubbish, no idea why they kept him on.

As the motivational chat drew longer, she kept trying to look beyond her boss, moving from side to side to check out where that man had been. Her boss called her on it, "Are we keeping you from somewhere?" he asked, sarcasm for all to hear. She looked him dead in the eye, "Yes, I thought I spotted an old friend, and I really need to catch up with them". Her friend let an ice cube plop back into her drink, caught off guard, her boss looked caught off guard but she didn't back down, she pressed the advantage "I'm off the clock having a social drink, so I think it's best if we discuss strategy when I'm back in the office, we don't want the competition overhearing do we?" There were a few knowing nods around the group, she might actually get away with it, but it would absolutely be something she worried about until the next department meeting on Thursday.

She moved away, hearing giggles from behind her. She walked a circle around the bar, but didn't see him. She decided another drink would help her keep this newfound confidence, or at least the pretence of it. Waving down the barman, she held up her glass, and he nodded, returning surprisingly quickly. The gentleman left you this, madam, he said as he put a glass in front of her. It was green, who the hell drinks a bright green drink? She picked it up, smelled it and was taken aback by the sweetness of it and noticed the napkin with a number on it. Well, in for a penny, she thought, the barman had it behind the bar, so it was obviously safe, taking a swig of the drink. Jesus, it's sweet, does that taste like melon? It wasn't anything she would pick herself, but it wasn't terrible. Anyway, to the napkin, her mind wandered to his eyes locked on hers. That flush to her cheeks was back again.

She picked it up and took a good look, no international code, but what else did she expect to get from it, it's not like there are particularly sexy phone numbers. She noticed the name, Gary. Jesus, what was this guy like? He picks strange drinks and has the most ordinary name she could think of. She was sure there was a kid in her class called Gary; she was pretty sure he got bullied.

But, she was doing it, her phone was pulled out and she typed the number in, she debated several messages, flirty, funny, but finally she settled for a simple "Gary?". It had been about a minute of her staring at the screen before she put it down, drank the Midori, which was actually growing on her. And tried to think about anything other than how his name was Gary.

On the bar, her phone vibrated, she was trying to play it calm, but she wasn't even fooling herself. It's from him,

"You must be desperate, I couldn't have come up with a more dull name if I tried," Gary replied

She was more embarrassed, "Well, that's no way to introduce yourself, is it?"

"Like I said, I am not the desperate one here"

Her cheeks were so red now, between the alcohol and being called out, "Well, thank you for the drink, it's unusual"

"Glad you enjoyed it, sorry you got caught up, I was looking forward to meeting up face to face," Gary taunted her a little more, "but I thought I should get an early night, big day tomorrow"

"Really? What is it you are doing?"

"Nothing much, I'm here pretending I went to some talks, how about you?" It felt like he was avoiding every question she was asking

"We came out for a few work drinks, had a client to thank, and they are at the conference, so we were in town"

"Makes sense, can you give me one minute? I just need to give someone a quick call, what's your name before I go?"

"Gemma, I don't plan on hanging around forever, but I'm happy to wait a few seconds," she thought two could play at the false name game; she felt like she had the upper hand for a second

As she leaned on the bar, feeling smug, she felt a hand on her back, like someone was trying to squeeze past. It drew her back to reality. She turned to apologise, and there he was, really close, really, really close. She looked up at him and stared.

"Do you often pick clients up at the bar?" he had a grin on his face, she just kept looking back at him. Feeling how warm he was, how he smelled, noticing his half-rolled sleeves, she was off guard.

Gary didn't move away; he stayed surprisingly close, but it was busy enough nobody else would notice. "So Gemma, do you have something you wanted to ask? I thought I spotted you heading over earlier"

She just stood there, that confidence was long gone, but fuck, he looked good. She put her hand on his hip, not wanting him to move back, but he leaned closer, his hand moving up towards her face, brushing her hair behind her ear. Instinctively, she closed her eyes, tilting her head, waiting to feel his lips.

Then she heard him ordering two more drinks, and she was so embarrassed, fucking hell, what had she done, was she so desperate, her entire chest and face was beet red.

Gary asked the barman for extra ice for her drink, but he was laughing at her. She didn't know what to do with herself, so she spun round to face away from him, trying to hide it. Gary's fingers rested against her back and hip. She was so embarrassed, but could still feel that touch.

He leaned into her ear, "Sorry, I didn't know you would blush so hard" he chuckled, Shall we drink these quickly and head off before your work sees you? She stood there, incredibly embarrassed, feeling that heat coming off her face, but so distracted by his fingers, she nodded.

The drinks arrived, she almost treated it like a shot, needing it to dull that shame, not wanting to be seen by her team, chewing ice, wishing it would help.

Gary squeezed her hip, looked at her dead in the eye and told her, "Hurry up," and stood up he let her finish her drink and grabbed her by the wrist, leading her from the bar.

Her head was spinning, more from the embarrassment than alcohol. He took her across the lobby, tucking in near the plants against the side wall, "I don't think they spotted you," as he scanned the way they had come. She watched his focus. Suddenly, he stopped scanning the lobby, his fingers pushed her jacket off her shoulders, slipping it down and taking it in his left hand, he pushed the stair door open with his right and guided her into the stairwell.

"Sorry, I spotted your friend, I thought the change of top would help you hide" The door closed softly behind them, leaving them stood in the stairwell in silence. Her heart racing over nothing, so what if her friend spotted her, she had no reason to be embarrassed, Gary looked pretty good.

Then something changed, she heard her jacket hit the floor, next thing she knew her wrists were being held together above her head, his knee between her legs, pressing her into the wall. A small gasp escaped her lips, and he looked at her, face so close she could feel his breath, and he paused.

It was her turn; she leaned forward and kissed him, and the whole world exploded. Her wrists pressed the wall harder, his free hand grabbing at her skin, she felt herself grinding against him. She pulled back, catching her breath, as she mumbled something about his room. He turned her around, pressing himself against the arch in her back. "Upstairs two floors," she leaned her head back, looking how far, and she felt his teeth against her neck, and she melted.

"Now," she mumbled, he nodded, wrapping his free hand into the hair on the nape of her neck, softly twisting it. She had thought about sex like this; she read about it, but no matter what she asked her ex for, it never happened. She got pushed against the wall once, and he stopped immediately and apologised. This is exactly what she wanted, in fact it is what she craved.

They dragged each other up the stairs, kissing, fumbling, tripping, but with a clear goal. They burst through the stair door with such a clatter anyone in the corridor would be looking, but he didn't care, he twisted that hand in her hair tighter, she felt the embarrassment melt away, the door lock chimed and in they fell. He threw her towards the bed, she landed face down, she grabbed the sheets, twisting them, as his hands pulled at her skirt and underwear, but it didn't even come all the way down.

She didn't care, she needed this, then she felt his breath on her thighs, the scratch of his beard as he spread her, and started to bite his way to her. She moaned loudly, his fingers gripping her, holding her where he wanted her. Pulling her back, she felt his tongue against her lips, a shock of electricity shot through her, and her body spasmed.

One hand moving to the small of her back, she felt him move behind her, the sound of his belt pulling through the loops. Trousers falling, shirt being pulled off. She felt his weight shift behind her, her skirt pulled off and thrown, and her legs spread. She held her breath as the tip of his cock brushed against her, spreading her lips.

The sensation as he pushed in the tip, spreading her, it felt amazing, she tried pushing back, wanting more, he gripped her hair again, holding her as that tip pulled out, stroking over her clit. Her body was screaming for more, but he held her, and he pushed in again, her legs giving way; she couldn't push back if she wanted.

He just kept the same depth, but wound his hips, grinding against her; she was trying to squirm, to get free to get more of him. But he refused, as she pushed back, he moved away, no matter what she did, that was all she was getting. Then he pulled out, stood over her. She looked back over her shoulder, watching him, she turned over, laying on her back she spread her legs, reaching slowly to her clit, feeling it throbbing, flinching at the softest touch.

"Don't you dare cum" his words calm and calculated, she was struggling she wanted it, her fingers easily slipping into her, shocked by how wet she was. She could feel her response to him, she wanted to defy him, looking into her eyes he said it again "don't you fucking dare cum" she froze, what would happen, it felt like a dare, she never looked away as she pushed deeper into herself, moaning, her eyes rolled back feeling the tension washing over her. She was so close.

His hand shot out, her neck feeling that grip, the squeeze of the sides, an immediate tingle in her brain as his other hand pulled her to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off it as she gasped his cock pushed into her mouth.

She had never tasted herself before, and now she felt him pulsing against her tongue the mix of him and herself, she tilted her head to take more of him, and he pushed, working with her, feeling him getting deeper, her struggling but not stopping him, she had no idea how much she could take.

Then he pulled out, spit and her own juices smeared over her face, she couldn't stop herself reaching for him, feeling the thick hardness of him, as she reached for her clit, he pulled her hand away, slapping her clit. The shock shot through her, the pain was immediately replaced by throbbing as he pinched it, alternating between slaps and pinches. She was becoming incredibly sensitive, gasping for air as she felt him pressed against her mouth again.

She gladly took him, hearing him tell her, for every inch she fits in her mouth, she gets it inside her. She immediately starts taking everything she can, gagging, spit dripping from her mouth as she gasps for air when he pulls out. She never really practiced blowjobs, she told her ex she didn't enjoy it once and never tried again.

But this time, she wanted everything she could get.

He pulled out, with her gasping for breath, she didn't care, "fuck me" she begged him. He climbed on the bed, spreading her legs, then stroked her with his cock, she lifted her hips trying to take him right now. Her tales her hand, places it on her clit and says "now" she understands and begins furiously stroking, pressing her index finger as fast as she can, then she feels it.

He begins stroking inside her, each stroke a little deeper and a little faster. She feels the world drawing closer, the tension in her body squeezing every muscle tight, as he presses deeper, she is so close.

Then his hand is back on her neck, squeezing the left and right, the world narrowing at the edge of her vision slightly, she is so close.

Finally, he hits that last perfect spot, feeling her pulse around him. She explodes in a blinding flash, unaware of the scream that tears from her throat, her nails clawing into his back. As he tightens his grip on her neck, everything vanishes in a burst of color behind her eyes, brilliant, blinding.

He pulls out, shooting beyond her stomach and onto her chest. She lies there twitching, panting, the world tingling.

And as she starts to recover, she wonders how she will make it home, makeup smeared, cum on her top and she doesn't give a single fuck.