Until Next Time (Liam Payne)

I drew my bath, turned on the TV for noise, grabbed the room service menu and slid into the tub for a long soak. I decided on a cheeseburger, with fries, a Coke and to balance it out, a cup of fruit. I called it in and slid into neck deep, lavender scented bubbles. The only thing that could have made it more perfect was a glass of wine. Room service arrived just as I had finished dressing. I sat down on the plush floral patterned couch, pulled up the coffee table and watched a world news channel while I ate. Upon finding the guide I decided it was a night of Friends and Seinfeld re runs. I finished my dinner, and decided now was as good as anytime to set my room service try out. I opened the door and almost dropped the tray but as I steadied the tray to the right of my vision I see someone.
"Everything allright down there?"
"Dear Jesus he has a British accent", I thought to myself. Now I am a blubbering idiot.
In my sweetest southern accent, "Want to come down for a drink?"
What was I thinking? Crap - hes coming!
He has on Batman pajama pants and a Batman T shirt . Seriously? I just invited a man with Batman sleep wear to my room!
"Thanks, I was thinking of having a night cap." and he walks in. Just like that. He walked right to the mini bar, and pulled out two bottles and handed me one.
I was absolutely lost. I was an absolute idiot. Do I invite him to sit down?
I think youre suite is nicer than mine" as he looks around. "But definately more of a girly feel to it". "Oh?" is all that would come out.
"My name's Liam. Yours?'
"Uhmmmm, Rachel."
"Nice to meet you Rachel. I see you've recovered from the rain shower from earlier"
Well, he did notice me, ugh.
"Yes, its amazing what a bath and clean, dry clothes can do for someones appearance."
Wow, he's handsome!
He walks over to the sitting area and has a seat and starts making some small talk. The weather, the hotel, what the news casters have on . . . I decide to sit in a chair across from him. He takes a sip and pats the area next to him on the couch.
"I dont bite, promise"
And like a child being told what to do, I move. I take a sip of something, I have no idea what he handed me out of the mini bar, but its rather potent and doesnt take long to start going to my head. I set it down because I need to keep my wits about me, I dont know this guy. He finishes his and gets up, I follow and he walks to the door, dropping his bottle in the trash can.
He stops at the door and turns to me.
"Thanks for the drink".
Takes half a step towards me and kisses me. Not a peck, not a full on french, more of a longing, stay-a-bit-longer kiss.
Wow! Who needs alcohol with an intoxicating kiss like that? When he pulls a way I can barely open my eyes, I dont want it to end. He reaches up and places a finger under my chin and pulls it up to him and kisses again, this time with more passion.
He unties my house coat to reveal my cutesie pink Victoria Secret short set pajamas. His face, still inches from mine. One by one he unbuttoned my top, by this time I'm all but shaking from the impulses running through my body. He removed his shirt. Tatoos, I am going to die. Very neat tattos on the insides of his arms. Muscular arms. Tan arms. Someone pinch me I have died and gone to heaven. He bends over and kisses my neck, right under my ear. All I can do is put my hands on his waist, I am stunned. Thankfully I had put on my matching pink bra and panty set from the same store. I slid off my shorts as he slid off his pants.
How did we end up next to the bed. I missed that part. He unfastened my bra with the greatest of ease. Thank you God for blessing me with boobs. He put his mouth over one of the nipples and gently sucked while rubbing the other inbetween his fingers.He than moved down my to my stomach, gently kissing as he moved. He took his fingers and ever so smoothly removed my panties, which were by this point very wet.
He stood up in front of me and motioned me to the bed, I sat, then proceeded to removed his boxers. Well endowed to say the least, but I wouldnt have expected anything less.
He got down on his knees and went between my legs, starting at my thighs, kissing all the way up. About the time I knew he would be at my wetness he stopped and gently placed a finger inside. Slowly going in and out. It was all I could do not to moan in pure pleasure. He then put his mouth on my clit and sucked, while his finger was moving slowly in and out. The whole time I'm thinking to myself "Just fuck me, please! Youre teasing me!" He stopped fingering me and started eating me out. Now, I'm moaning out loud. My hands are gripping the sheets, back arched, its all I can do to lay still. He finishes and he stands up and takes my hand to pull me up to a sitting postion. I dont even wait, I go down on him and he moans. Not too hard and not too fast cause I'm not through yet. When I get to the top I dont remove my mouth but lightly flick the tip of his head with my tongue. He has his hands in my hair holding it back ever so gently so as not to pull it. When I get to the bottom I make sure he can feel that hes all the way in. I repeat this several times but not to forceful to make sure he lasts. I come up for air and he signals for me to move back to the pillows.
I laid my head and he lays over me, his face inches from mine. He's beautiful. Chocolate colored eyes, kind, well chiseled face. Slight beard. Model-esque. I reach up to put my hands in his hair. Short, well kept hair. He leans down and pationately kisses me.As he stops he gives me a "are you ready smirk", a devilish grin. He puts his hand down at my slit and places his thumb on my clit and massages it in a circular motion and about the time I almost loose it, he slides in and it takes all the will power I have not to scream out in ecstacy. With every thrust its almost more than I can stand. Must. Make.This. Last.! He keeps building up speed and intensity. It wont be long, I cant last much longer, but I want it to last all night. Oh God Im about to come! My back arches and I scream his name right about the time he groans and finishes spilling inside of me. We are both out of breath. He crawls over me and lays down next to me, kisses me and smiles. All I can do is lay there. I'm paralyzed. I roll over as he gets out of the bed and goes to the bathroom and gets cleaned up. I've pulled the covers over on top of me. He comes back through and gets dressed, leans over, winks, kisses me and leaves.
I'm still in a fog. I shower and change into one of my frumpy t shirt I brought and go to bed with his scent on the pillow next to me.
The alarm clock wakes me up, I sit up and wonder if it was all a dream. Nope. Theres my clothes from last night where we left them. I get dressed, more meetings today, I have to do a presentation today for the board, must get my head on straight so I can get through the rest of the week. I grab my things, head out the door and look to the right, no movement and get to the elevator, no wait. Taxis are lined up outside, no wait. I make it to the meeting with plenty of time to set up and go over my outline and power point just to make sure it all there and in order.
It was a long day. My presentation went off without a hitch, the board bought it. Success. Now, about last night. I catch a cab and head to the hotel. Thankfully its not raining today. Go to the desk and ask for any messages. None. Kind of let down. But who am I kidding, it was a one night stand to never be repeated. No wait at the elevator either. As I enter I stand there and search for his scent. I close my eyes hoping that will help. Its not there. I make it up to my floor and decide that tonight I will watch my sitcoms. I go and place my things on the side table and head to the bedroom to change. There on the bed is a huge Victorias Secret box all tied up with ribbon. I slowly walk to it, untie the ribbon. Inside is a beautiful baby blue bra and panty set with matching garter. To the side a card that reads, Until next time. Great, like there will be a next time.
My room phones rings and scares me. I answer with a questionable, "Hello?" The lady at the desk begins, " I have been asked by a "Liam" to call to let you know that a car will be arriving at 7:00 for dinner." Thank goodness I had packed my black cocktail dress for such occasions. Took my shower put on my new bra and panties and garter belts, lipstick, perfume. I think I'm ready and head down stairs. I arrive at the desk at 7 sharp and notice through the doors a huge black limo. A door opens and out he steps. He catches my eye, and I his, he smiles, I smile back.
In my peripheral vision I see a camera go off. No biggie. We get in the car and go to dinner. We sit and talk and get to know those small facts about one another that everyone does on a 'first date'. Odd, since we just had mind blowing sex the night before. We then go to the roof of the restaurant and look out over the skyline of the city with a stringed quartet playing in the corner and candles lit all around.
He then lets me know that he travels a lot with his job and cant make or keep many promises in the relationship field but that he really liked me and would like to get to know me better and when he is back in the area if he could call on me. I assure him that I would love to hear from him again, but I'm not exactly from that area, I'm from Nashville, Tennessee. He assured me that Nashville would not be a problem and would still like to see me again.
The limo took us back but before arriving at the hotel he said he would not be able to get out he had to catch a flight but not to take it personally, he had a wonderful time. We exchanged cell numbers and a quick kiss before I got out of the limo.
The next morning, still in a haze from the previous two nights, there is a knock at my door. I look to see a hotel employee standing there with a box. I open the door and accept the long rectangular box. I open it to find a dozen red roses inside with a card. Until next time.
I turn on the TV to catch up on the news, and there I am gettin into the limo. What the heck? I turn up the volume to learn that I had been on a date with a member of a boy band that I knew nothing about! I wasnt into pop music - how was I to know? They had been in town doing a concert . .Wait! I had earth moving sex with a pop star?! My cell phone rings, I didnt even look at the caller ID. "Im sorry, I tried to keep it out of the news".
"I didnt even know thats who you were. A heads up would have been nice." I say kiddingly.
"Again, I'm sorry.Sometimes I forget and assume people know who I am."
"Forgiven, I've been scratching and clawing my way to the top I didnt keep up with the who's who of the world." I joke with him, somewhat laughing.
I could hear through the phone what must have been a smile.
"I'll talk to you later, if that is still allright?"
"I look forward to it".
Did this just really happen? Someone pinch me because I am obviously dreaming. Never been into boy bands but obviously I should have been.
I have a seat on the hotel bed, because I'm still trying to wrap my head around the past 2 days.

Notes

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