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When you were first told you would be attending the Umbrella conference, you were annoyed. Sure, you knew your promotion in the pharmaceutical department would come with all the accoutrement of a high-end company position, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. After a few days the details came to you in an email. The first red flag: Mentioning that the location was chosen for “discretion.”
You went straight from your inbox to your search bar, typing in the address of the hotel. The town came up as a tiny blip on the map, just barely scraping 40 thousand residents and without much to show for it. The hotel they chose looked like the prettiest thing in town, and you’d be forced to sit through hours of executive bullshitting with nothing fun to do afterwards. Of course it couldn’t be a beautiful ballroom in New York. You boarded the charter plane with little in the way of expectations, and got about what you imagined for the first few hours of the conference.
That is, until the hottie on the security team kept giving you bedroom eyes from across the conference hall. You glanced behind your shoulder, and back to him. Pointed to your chest in disbelief. Me?
He scanned the room for a moment, presumably to see if anyone was watching him before he met your eyes again and stuck his tongue out, just barely poking over his bottom lip. Yeah, you.
Blush bloomed on both your cheeks. You could admit to being fairly attractive, but to get the attention of a guy like that? You knew you were on the younger side of Umbrella’s senior staff but...hell, some of the other security guards around this room were drop dead gorgeous compared to you. Yet here was this stud eying you down like he planned to eat you up. You straightened your back, put your knuckle up to your lips and batted your eyelashes. Well, hello there.
He smiled, flashing perfect teeth and a glint in his eyes. God, the more you looked at him, the harder it got to stare. His hair was perfectly teased, his buttoned dress shirt was juuust tight enough to show off his physique, and here you were in an off-the-rack pantsuit and barely enough make up to pass as professional. You felt unworthy. Then again, you hadn’t expected to get ogled this early in the morning.
Your breath hitched as you watched him clasp his fists together in front of him, giving you the subtlest thrust of his hips as he did. Another flash of his tongue and, judging by the smile that followed, he liked your reaction to it. Shit, what were you supposed to do in this situation? You worked 60 hours a week, it wasn’t like you knew how to flirt.
This time it was you who glanced around. Everybody who wasn’t nodding off at their table was focused on the head speaker, walking everyone through Umbrella’s annual budget plan with diagrams on a big screen. You pretended to be quite interested, all the while you swiftly unbuttoned the top two buttons of your undershirt and spread them apart to reveal your cleavage.
When you glanced back at him, he had diverted his eyes but it was easy to tell from his face that he was trying to contain himself. You watched as he fought and failed--repeatedly--to not stare. Well, that was a win in your book.
“Alright everyone, energy’s looking a little low around here,” the speaker noted, checking his watch with exaggerated motions. “Why don’t we let everyone go get some brunch and we can pick back up in an hour?’
The shift in the room was immediate, dozens of executives standing to get out of the presentation as fast as their legs would carry them. You quickly covered your cleavage with your hand, hiding in the shuffle long enough to escape in the hallway. You waited until you were in the elevator bay around the corner before buttoning your shirt back up, heart hammering away at your chest.
The excitement didn’t die down even as you pressed the call button and waited. You didn’t catch the eye of many strangers, let alone ones as hot as him. Maybe if you wandered around the hotel over the weekend you might be lucky enough to run into him and get his name.
He’s probably in the dining area, you told yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go check. Your heart was racing just from the little snippets of eye contact; you couldn’t imagine trying to talk to him in front of all those people. The elevator doors opened and you sighed, stepping into the cool metal cube. You’d have some time to freshen up in your room, as well as process just how risky you were being.
The doors were sliding shut when a hand reached in and stopped them from closing. When it slid back open, your heart leapt into your throat with such force that it turned your surprised “oh!” into a barely audible squeak.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you sneak off,” the man said, inviting himself into the tiny space with you. His eyes trailed down to your chest and back up to your face with a pout. “Put ‘em away already?”
“I…” you froze so stiffly that the only thing you could think to do was be honest. “I’m not gonna lie to you, I still can’t believe I did that.”
He brought his hand up to cover his laugh. God, he was even more beautiful up close…
“I can’t either.” The doors shut behind him, and he gestured to the number pad. “What floor?”
“Oh, four--” your throat seized as you realized what was happening. You tried to swallow the thought down while he pressed the button to send you both churning into motion. There’s no way he was inviting himself to your room. Not with a face like that, ridiculously handsome, practically model quality, getting closer to you--
The elevator suddenly felt all too small, because it only took a single step for him to cage you against the back wall, his arms trapping you on either side. When you met his eyes they were dark, much hungrier than the sideways glances he gave you mere moments ago.
“Would you do it again?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “For me?”
It took everything you had not to short circuit right there. Your sputtering made him smile but his stare was unwavering. “Now?”
“Right now.”
You were alone in an elevator with the sexiest man you had ever seen, and he wanted to see more of you. Almost without thinking you grabbed your top buttons, undoing the first two and, after seeing his approval, the third as well. Now your lacey bra was just barely poking over the fabric, and it was definitely catching his eye.
“What’s your name, handsome?” You struggled to keep your voice steady under the intensity of his gaze. He hummed and lifted his hand to your chest, sliding his fingers ever so slightly beneath the edge of your bra.
“Carlos,” he told you, inching downward in slow, kneading circles. “And you, gorgeous?”
Gorgeous. You were too far gone for this world and you knew it. No amount of self control was going to stop you from being putty in this man's hands. So you told him, and you shivered when his fingertips finally brushed over your nipple. He hummed and slid two fingers around it, giving it the gentlest of tugs.
“Nice to meet you,” he purred. “You’re even more beautiful up close.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” you wheezed.
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The road to no return began the second your door shut. Carlos was on you in an instant, his chest pressed against your back, his hot breath on your neck.
“So how come I haven’t seen you around before?” he told you, hands sliding around to your chest. Fingers once more creeped beneath your bra, while his other hand wasted no time to undo the rest of the buttons.
“This is my first business conference, and if they’re all like this, then you’ll be seeing me a lot.” Your own confidence shocked you. Carlos, however, loved every second.
“I’m always working security for Umbrella’s little conventions, so, yeah.” He pulled your jacket and shirt over your shoulders in one fluid motion. “Pretty good chance you’ll run into me again.”
You did the next step for him, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra strap. “I look forward to it.”
“Oh honey, you’ve still got right now to look forward to.” He waited until your bra slid down your arms before hooking his hands beneath your armpits, turning and tossing you into the air. You squealed, your heels flying off your feet before you landed on the king-sized bed. In only a few seconds he had unclipped his waist holster before he was on you again, one hand placing the weapon on your nightstand while the other ran over your stomach and up to your exposed chest. "Sorry, I can get a bit rough."
"I'm okay with that," you answered in a daze, when what you really meant was that single display of strength made your pussy throb in excitement. You arched into him as he grabbed both your tits, massaging them in harsh circles and pinching your nipples between his knuckles.
"Perfect." It was difficult to tell if he was saying that in response to you, or at the sight of you. You had never been looked at with such shameless desire, so much that it was easy to forget this was just a hotel room fling. Easy to let your shy, reserved nature unravel in his hands. When he leaned down and kissed you, the passion and fierceness he brought was electrifying.
You reached up to tug at the top of his dress shirt, pushing the top button undone with your thumb. He broke the kiss to whisper. "That's all you, beautiful."
You took the invitation in earnest, making quick work of the rest of the buttons. He had a tank top underneath, but the neck scooped just low enough for you to run your fingernails down his chest, earning a deep, quiet moan against your lips. He moved his hand to your side and pushed himself back to his knees, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders.
"How long do we have before the meeting starts again?" Well he was certainly more present than you, because you had all but forgotten about the conference going on downstairs. You blinked, looking over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"About 45 minutes?" you guessed. In all honesty, you hadn't checked the clock since you left for the meeting at 9. You knew you had an hour, but you had no idea when the meeting had let out to begin with, so your guess was as good as his.
"Hmm," he sighed, pulling his tank top over his head. "Less time than I'd like, but that just means we get to pick back up later." You were so distracted by the sight of his chest, by the wink he shot down at you, that the promise in his words took a few seconds to hit you. Later?
He undid the button to your dress pants, dragging the polyester down your legs. Carlos moved to the side, gently guiding your legs up to your chest so he could pull your pants off. When he realized you were wearing pantyhose, he let out a loud purr.
"I have such a thing for ruining these..." he muttered, running his hand up to your inner thigh. His fingers curled, fingernails just barely catching on the thin fabric. He looked up at you, his begging eyes far too captivating to resist. "If you don't mind."
"I have more," you blurted out. You absolutely didn't, but to hell with rational thought. Nothing in this moment sounded hotter than this man ripping your stockings apart. You'd just go to the drug store. With your permission he grinned, grabbing you by your thigh and flipping you onto your stomach.
"Perfect." His finger slid up and down your clothed slit before he grabbed the nylon and began to split it down the middle. The hole stretched towards the middle of your thighs, his hand sliding between the skin and grabbing onto you as he went. Gently he coaxed you up to your knees, and slid his hand over the curve of your ass, letting out a low, appreciative whistle.
"Oh, I should ask," he leaned down to look you in the eyes, not losing his smile for a second even as his voice flipped from seductive to serious. "Birth control?"
"Yep!" It wasn't like your sex life had seen any attention lately, but there was always the chance of a spontaneous fling. Thank god your past self had held out hope that you'd get laid eventually.
"Good to know." Carlos positioned himself behind you, unbuckling his belt and tossing it on the floor. "I'd rip your panties too, but these look expensive."
You giggled. "Yeah, I don't have time to go lingerie shopping after this."
Carlos hooked his finger in your panties, pulling the damp fabric to the side and exposing your cunt. It was hard to describe the noise that came out of him at the sight, something between a hum and a gasp of disbelief. "Hell, just go commando. Something as beautiful as this shouldn't be hiding."
"I can't go to a conference with no underwear!" you cried out, amused.
"Statistically speaking, someone in that room isn't wearing underwear." Carlos tucked your panties to the side, leaving his hands free to undo his pants. "Might as well be the sexiest one."
You had a response on the tip of your tongue, but he stole it from you when the flat of his tongue pressed against your slit and slid between your folds. He slowly tapered his tongue as he moved down, until the tip ran along your clit and your body was shaking just a little too much. He grabbed your legs to steady you and pulled his mouth away to ask, "Been a while?"
"A long while," you admitted.
"Same here," he said, surprising you immensely. With a face like that? He went on to explain, "Umbrella keeps me busy. I usually don't have time to sneak off, which means you're going to be dealing with a lot of pent-up horniness...I hope that's okay with you?"
"Of course," you chirped. Such a sweet and innocent tone for "please treat me like a living sex toy and take out all your frustration on my body." With that though, he grabbed your thighs harshly and dove back into your pussy for a much more shameless taste. He got the message.
You bucked and shook and whined, reaching back and grabbing onto his wrists as his tongue worked magic on every sensitive nerve ending it could reach. You realized, with a surprised yelp, that he was working you up to an orgasm in seconds. No slow teasing like earlier; Carlos went straight for your clit and circled it with his tongue relentlessly, and reaching back to grab his mess of hair only encouraged him to lick harder.
He dug his fingers in your hips as you came, legs shaking and falling out of form on either side of his head. He let you fall this time, watching your hips shake out the electric shocks before he sighed.
"Fuck this," he grabbed you by your side and flipped you over onto your back, "I want to see your face."
Your face was a mess, hot, red, and frazzled from your quick orgasm. You couldn’t see yourself, but judging from his reaction you were the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He positioned himself between your legs, and for the first time you noticed the huge cock barely confined in his boxer briefs. The very sight of it made your eyes roll back in your head and your head fall back on the pillow. “Oh fuck me.”
“Working on it.” He shuffled and suddenly it was touching you , resting comfortably against your inner thigh. That would be a tight fit, if it even fit at all. When he sensed your panic he stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. “I’ll go slow.”
You nodded, finally opening your eyes to watch him pull back and guide his cock to your entrance. Your back slowly arched as he pushed his way inside of you, slow as he promised. Your pussy, still spasming from your orgasm, was eager to hug every inch of him until the tip of his cock rubbed along your cervix.
All the while, you watched him. Every look he gave was perfect. It was as though he had a face made for fucking, the way lidded eyes and heavy breaths suited him. When he began to move back and forth his moan made your inner walls clench, and that in turn strengthened his moan to a breathy “God damn.”
He rocked his hips slowly, only speeding up when you hooked your legs over his hips and urged him. Already he was sweating, a shaky grip on your shoulder that told you just how hard he was trying to outlast you. It wasn’t as though you’d prolong his torture; your body was quickly reascending the cliff you’d just plunged, this climax coming slower than your last but no less intense. You wrapped your arms around his body and dragged your nails down his back.
“Fuuuck. ” Carlos was practically melting in your hands. You laughed quietly when you felt his legs shake between yours, his heavy rhythm disrupted. When he recovered he only fucked you harder. All the more reason to leave more scratch marks with your left hand, reaching up to pull his hair with the right. He growled like a feral beast and dove down for your lips, a kiss just as world-shaking as the first.
“I’m gonna--” you tried to whisper against his lips but he just slid his tongue in your mouth, launching the spark down your spine that sent your orgasm firing through your body. The second you came so did Carlos, moaning into your mouth as he did. He pressed into you deep, tiny little thrusts where he barely pulled out before bumping his tip against your back wall over and over and letting your tight cunt milk him dry.
Rather than pull out, he broke the kiss and let his head fall besides yours. You were both breathless, sweaty messes, bathing in euphoria and the smell of sex that had completely filled the room. His limbs gave out, pressing your damp chests together and breathing in a reciprocal tandem that slowly brought you down from your high.
Somehow in all the warmth and comfort of the post-sex haze your career managed to reach in and yank you to your feet. You were lucky that the sudden urge to check the alarm clock came, because you had somewhere between 5 to 10 minutes before the meeting started back up. Showing up late on your own was bad form, but showing up late at the same time as Carlos was a gossip-fest waiting to happen. Though it took every ounce of willpower in your body, you reached up and tapped the back of his shoulders. "Meeting."
Carlos groaned, pushing himself up to his elbows to look at you. "Sure we can't just skip it and fuck all day?"
The laugh you let out was breathless and genuine. "Maybe you can, but my job actually relies on this shit."
He sighed and began to slowly, achingly slowly, pull out of you. "Fair enough. Better hurry and get dressed then."
As much as you wanted to bathe in everything from the sheen of sweat to the warmth dripping down your thigh, you didn't have the time. You hopped off the bed, straightening out your panties and what remained of your hosiery. When Carlos saw you pulling your dress pants over the mess of nylon, he let out a throaty purr. "Not gonna change?"
"Don't have time," you answered, picking up your bra and shirt off the floor.
"Easy access for later," he replied with a shrug and a smile. "Makes sense to me."