Haunted Hotel (MF) , livre ebook

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HAUNTED HOTEL
Edited by
Victoria Blisse



Publisher Information
Haunted Hotel
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Victoria Blisse 2014
The right of Victoria Blisse to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Letting Loose the Beast
by Victoria Blisse
Kiddo’s at her friends for the Halloween weekend. They’ll trick and treat and have a ball while me and my husband spend some quality time together. I don’t really want to go to some strange couples therapy resort, but apparently you don’t have to do the therapy at the Bojangles hotel; they’re happy for you just to do your own thing, thank God. And they’re open to... erm... unusual requirements, huzzah. I wouldn’t be going at all but I managed to win the holiday in an online contest and I didn’t want to say no to a free weekend.
If I was reluctant, Tim was even more so.
“Oh, but you know it’s a bad weekend for me, dear,” he whined, “I really don’t want to go.”
“It’ll be fun,” I told him. “We’ve not spent some time together in a very long time, not on our own anyway. Imagine what fun we could get up to.”
I won him over in the end. Tim’s a bit of a hermit, really. He works from home, fixing people’s website problems and other such technology related things that I don’t have a clue about. He doesn’t go out unless he has t o and then only if I’m with him. He has a few social issues. So he gladly stays in the car as I book us in at the main building of the hotel with a floppy haired blond guy who gives me detailed directions over to our little cabin.
“Well, this is lovely,” I sigh as I open the door into a little wood-ensconced chalet. Big French windows look out over the nearby woods and the room stretches on and on in a pleasingly open plan kind of way. Tim follows me in and dumps the suitcase and bags in the middle of the floor.
“Just need to check in on my email, sweetness,” he says, plopping down on the sofa.
“I’ll unpack then.” I’m sure bitter disappointment must edge my tone, but Tim doesn’t seem to notice. He just nods his head, shakes his shaggy brown locks and ignores me.
I love him dearly, I really do, but some days I wish he’d be a little less... well... Tim about things. I’d hoped being alone together like this would have inspired him to ravish me the moment we walked in, like he used to when we were first dating, when things were hot and heavy and I didn’t know his secret. We’d rush to get somewhere semi-quiet so we could fuck. I’m surprised we were never caught because we were never very picky. Park bench, back row of the cinema... and the frozen aisle of the supermarket on one particularly memorable occasion.
I’m not saying we don’t still, you know, do it , but it’s becoming a rare treat and I want more. It’s hard to just say that though, especially when we have the complicating factors we have. I wander over the huge bed and sit on the giving mattress. I work for a few minutes at taking things out of the suitcase and putting them into the drawers and when I’m finished, I shut the top drawer even though there’s one item of clothing left. I look over to my husband; he’s still tip-tap-tapping away at the keyboard. I’m determined to catch his attention and I know one sure-fire way to do it.
I stand up and kick off my shoes. They thud as they hit the wooden floor. Tim looks up and when his gaze is trained on me, I open the top button of my blouse. He looks back down at his laptop, but I keep unbuttoning. I’m rewarded a moment later when his attention switches back to me. I pop open the bottom button and let the top slide off, then I move down and push the black skirt I’m wearing off my wide hips and by the time it’s slithered to the floor my husband is by my side.
“I just thought I’d slip into something more comfortable since it’s just you and me.”
“Oh, I approve.” He nods and leans in for a kiss. His lips are plump and giving and the kiss may be familiar but it ignites my soul in the same way it always has. He wraps me in his strong embrace and I melt into him. He unfastens my bra and I slide my hands up and under his top. Our lips part for a moment as he helps my remove his T-shirt and then the kissing continues as if our lips are drawn like magnets and won’t be kept apart. I run my fingers up into the mat of hair on his chest., I pluck at his nipples and enjoy the rumble of his moan vibrating through my lips and fingertips. I follow the trail of hair down to his stomach, tickle at his belly button, making him giggle and spank my butt playfully and then my hand travels lower and I push his trousers down until the elastic at the waist stretches and falls away. Now we’re on equal footing, just a thin barrier of underwear between us.
Tim steps forward and I step back; he does it again and I bump into the side of the bed. He pulls apart from my kiss, smiles wickedly then shoves me back. I yelp then giggle as I bounce on the soft mattress and scrabble back to make room for him. As I do so he reaches down and grabs at the edge of my knickers so that, with my momentum and his tugging, I end up knickerless. I watch, panting, propped up on my elbows as he removes his own underwear. He’s hard and I can’t wait to feel his cock inside me. It stretches me so perfectly and when we fuck I feel like I’m complete in a way that doesn’t happen when I’m on my own.
“You’re so beautiful, Kate, I’m so lucky to have you.”
“Well, come up onto the bed and have me,” I purr. “I want you, Tim.”
He moves so quickly for his broadness and before I know it he’s hovering over me, splitting my thighs around him and kissing me again. I writhe against him, wanting to feel his hardness inside me. I want the heft of him completing me, but he holds back and I hump and wiggle and try to get the angle I need to push him into me. His cock slides up and down my wet slit and he growls. I love that noise; I know it means he’s losing control. Tom sits back on his heels and reaches down between us. He splits my wet sex lips with his fingers and looks at me. Heat pools in my chest and cheeks and I try not to move; I’m so lewdly displayed before him. He presses one finger against my clit and I bump my hips as the electric shock of pleasure takes me by surprise. He rubs up and down gently, then with a little more force, and soon I’m humping back against him, eager for the climax that is so close at hand.
I whimper when he pulls his hand away, but before the sound is complete he is thrusting into me and it transforms into a cry of delight. I tighten my lower muscles and pull him deeper into me. I am stretched, filled, and beyond ecstatic. All is right with the world when he fucks me. My eyes close and I wrap my thighs around him. I concentrate on absorbing the power of his thrusts, turning it into pleasure.