What Happened at That Hotel Wasn't on the Agenda

The congress in Valencia had been devouring their hours for three days, and Lucía was starting to hate the smell of bad coffee in the hallways. She worked as a consultant for a software firm, one of those that sends its top people away from home to close deals, and she had ended up traveling with Diego. She had known him for a year, just long enough to know he was brilliant in a meeting room and dangerously easy to look at when he loosened his tie.

That afternoon, the final presentation had dragged on until the room emptied out. PowerPoint slides nobody would remember, figures repeated like a mantra, and among it all, the glances. Diego watched her from the other end of the table every time she spoke, and Lucía felt that attention on the back of her neck like a hand resting on her skin.

—We survived —he said when they finally stepped out into the lobby—. Dinner? I refuse to eat another minibar sandwich.

—Only if there’s wine —she answered, and hated herself a little for the smile that slipped out.

They had dinner in the hotel restaurant, facing a window overlooking the lit-up city. A bottle of red between them, candles at half-light, and a conversation that stopped talking about work far too quickly. Diego told her about his recent divorce with a honesty that disarmed her. She told him things she didn’t tell anyone at the office.

There was a silence that stretched longer than it should have, the kind that says more than any sentence. Lucía played with the stem of her glass, suddenly aware of every gesture, of how she crossed her legs under the table and how the skirt rode up a little when she did. Diego noticed. He lowered his gaze for a second and lifted it again, and in that movement she felt a heat that had nothing to do with the wine. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra and she felt her pussy dampen all at once, as if her body had gotten ahead of her mind.

—You know what’s worst? —he said—. I’ve spent the whole congress trying to focus on the numbers and I haven’t been able to stop looking at you in a single meeting.

—You shouldn’t say things like that to me —she replied, though she didn’t want him to stop.

—Probably not —he admitted, without taking his eyes off her.

At some point, when he passed her the salt, his fingers brushed hers and neither of them pulled away right away.

—You’re different tonight —Diego murmured, in that deep voice he used in meetings to close deals.

—I’m tired —she lied.

She wasn’t tired at all. She was wet, and she knew it, and she knew he suspected it.

They rode up together in the elevator. The silence turned dense, charged with everything they had spent months not saying. Lucía watched the numbers light up —four, five, six— and felt his body’s heat a few centimeters from hers. When the elevator stopped on the seventh floor, she was the one who turned her head first.

She didn’t know who made the first move. She only knew that suddenly his back was against the mirror and his mouth was on hers, and the kiss was nothing tentative. Diego’s hands found her waist, pulled her in, and Lucía felt against her belly the obviousness of his desire: his hard cock straining against his trousers, pressing into her pubis. Without thinking she ground her hips against him and drew a low groan out of him.

—We shouldn’t —she said without moving even a millimeter away.

—I know —he replied, and kissed her again, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth while one hand slid down her side to squeeze her ass over her skirt.

The doors opened. They walked down the hallway without letting go, stumbling, laughing from nerves, until they reached Lucía’s room door. She took three tries to get the card to work. When they went in, the outside world stopped existing.

***

Diego pressed her against the wall with a softness that contradicted the urgency of his mouth. He unbuttoned her blouse button by button, slowly, looking her in the eyes as if asking permission with each one. The fabric fell to the floor. Underneath she wore a black lace bra that he first traced with his eyes and then with his lips, kissing her collarbone, the tops of her breasts, the edge of the fabric. He tugged one cup down with his teeth until he uncovered a hard nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking it slowly, pulling with his lips, circling it with his tongue in long, slow turns that made her moan up toward the ceiling. He did the same to the other, harder, until Lucía grabbed his head and pressed him tighter against her tits.

—I’ve spent months imagining this —he confessed against her skin—. Every meeting, every flight. I’ve been jerking off thinking about your mouth, your tits, the way you looked at me when you crossed your legs in the board meetings.

—You weren’t the only one imagining —she answered, her breathing already broken—. Me too, fuck. Me too.

He knelt in front of her. He lifted her skirt with both hands, slowly, until her thighs were bare, and kissed her over her underwear, right where she was already soaked. The black fabric was dark with moisture and he inhaled against it before tugging the panties down with his teeth. Lucía let out a rough sound and tangled her fingers in his hair. Diego hooked one of her legs over his shoulder to open her fully, and drove his tongue between the lips of her pussy, first with a long deliberate motion that swept her from bottom to top, then in slow circles around her clit that made her arch her back against the wall.

—Just like that, don’t stop —she begged, her voice breaking—. Eat me out, fuck, eat me out all the way.

He didn’t stop. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked, tugging gently, while he slid two fingers up and shoved them in at once. He curled them inside her, searching for that exact spot that made her squeeze her eyelids shut and let out a long moan. He started fucking her with his fingers at the same rhythm he used to lick her, in and out with a wet sound that filled the room, and Lucía felt everything tightening in her belly. Pleasure surged up her legs in waves until her knees went weak. She came against his mouth, clenching his fingers inside her, riding his face with her hips without being able to control herself. Diego held her by the ass and kept licking her while she shook, licking up everything that ran down her thigh.

Before she could catch her breath, he led her to the bed and laid her on her back. Lucía rose onto her knees on the mattress, still trembling, and went for his belt. She undid the buckle, pulled down the zipper, and yanked his pants and boxers down to his knees in one motion. His cock sprang free, hard, thick, the tip already shining with precum. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling it pulse against her palm, and ran her thumb over the head, smearing it. Diego hissed through his teeth.

—Take it in your mouth —he asked hoarsely—. Please.

She didn’t keep him waiting. She lowered her head and took him all the way in, as deep as she could, until she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. Diego muttered a curse and buried his fingers in her hair, not pushing, letting her set the pace. Lucía sucked him slowly at first, drawing him out between tight lips, rolling the head with her tongue, then sucking his balls one by one while she kept stroking him slowly with her hand. Then she sped up, took him down to the root, moving her head at a rhythm that tore from him moans that got more and more broken. He looked down at her, eyes wet, with his cock glossy with saliva going in and out between her lips, and that sight was what almost finished him.

—Stop —he gasped, pulling her hair back—, stop or I’m going to come right now, and I want to fuck you.

She smiled, ran her tongue over her lips, and lay back, spreading her legs for him, offering him her wet, open cunt. Diego positioned himself between her thighs, grabbed his cock, and slid the head up and down between her lips, coating himself, playing with her clit with the tip before pushing in. He paused for a second to look at her, bit his lip, and entered her with a slow, deep thrust that drew a moan from both of them at once. Lucía felt herself opening around him, felt him filling her centimeter by centimeter to the hilt.

—Fuck —he whispered against her ear—. You’re so tight. You take me so well.

He started moving with a steady rhythm, unhurried, letting her feel every inch. He would come almost all the way out and then drive back in to the hilt in one stroke, and with each thrust Lucía let out a short moan. She dug her nails into his back and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist, trying to get him even deeper. Diego sped up, fucking her harder, his hips slamming into her thighs with a sharp sound. The headboard banged against the wall, the wet slap of their bodies filled the room, and she was no longer thinking about the contract, or the office, or the consequences.

—Look at me —he asked, and she opened her eyes. Holding his gaze while he sank into her body was almost too much—. Tell me what you want.

—Harder —she panted—. Fuck me harder, don’t stop.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the pillow above her head, and started pounding into her hard, without restraint. Lucía’s breasts bounced with every hit. She felt his cock hitting deep inside, touching something that made her see lights. She slid one free hand down and found her clit, rubbing it in quick circles while he kept fucking her.

—I’m going to... —she started, and didn’t finish the sentence.

The orgasm hit her all at once, intense, with her pussy clenching around Diego’s cock in spasms she couldn’t control. She screamed against his mouth when he kissed her, swallowing the sound. Diego had to stop for an instant, breathing hard, his cock buried to the hilt, to keep from coming immediately with her squeezing him like that.

***

When he caught his breath, he turned her carefully, put her on all fours, lifted her hips, and came in from behind in one thrust. Lucía moaned into the pillow. The new position put him deeper, hitting her from a different angle, and she felt him filling her entire belly. Diego stroked her back from top to bottom, brushed her hair away from her neck, and kissed her shoulder while he moved. He grabbed her hips with both hands and started fucking her like that, pulling her back with every thrust, burying himself to the balls.

—Stay like that —he murmured—, I don’t want this to end. Look at how he goes into you, Lucía, look at it.

She looked over her shoulder and saw his cock coming out shiny with saliva and her juices, sinking into her again and again between her ass cheeks. She bit her lips. Diego gave her ass a soft slap and squeezed it, spreading her open with his thumbs to watch her better while he fucked her. He ran a wet thumb over her back entrance, pressing just barely, and Lucía shuddered all over.

—Like that, fuck, like that —she panted—. Don’t stop. Break me.

She pushed back, meeting every thrust, and slid one hand between her own legs to rub her clit. She could feel his balls slapping against her fingers with every stroke. The second climax caught her before she could anticipate it, longer than the first, rising from the soles of her feet. Her back arched, everything clenched around his cock, and this time she dragged Diego with her. She felt him tense, hold her hard by the hips, drive in to the hilt one last time, and let go with a choked groan against the nape of her neck. She felt hot spurts of cum shooting inside her, one after another, while he kept moving slowly, emptying himself fully into her.

They collapsed onto the tangled sheets, breathing out of sync, skin shining with sweat. Diego pulled out slowly and Lucía felt semen sliding down her thigh. For a while they said nothing. She turned onto her side, still catching her breath, tracing a distracted line across his chest with one finger while Diego stroked her back with the tips of his fingers.

—Tomorrow we’re going to have to look the client in the face —she said at last, laughing at how absurd it all was.

—And in front of half the department when we get back —he added—. Do you regret it?

Lucía thought about it. She searched inside herself for the regret she was supposed to feel, the one dictated by the company’s unwritten rules, and couldn’t find it anywhere.

—No —she admitted—. And you?

—I’d spent a year regretting not having done it sooner.

***

They didn’t sleep much. Dawn found them tangled together again, this time without the urgency of the first time, with a calm that was scarier than desire. She woke with his mouth between her legs, licking her cunt slowly, patiently, as if he had all the time in the world. She came like that, against his tongue, her thighs pressing against his ears, and then she climbed on top of him and sat down slowly on the cock that was already hard again, riding him with her eyes closed until he emptied another load inside her.

Later, under the hot water of the shower, he held her against the tiles while the steam blurred everything. He lifted one leg and rested it on his hip and entered her there again standing up, fucking her slowly under the spray, covering her mouth with his free hand when she started moaning too loud. Lucía came once more against the tiles, biting his shoulder so she wouldn’t scream, and thought she would never look at a conference hotel the same way again.

When the sky began to brighten over Valencia, they lay entwined, too awake to pretend they were going to sleep.

—We close the contract in four hours —she reminded him against his chest.

—And then we’ve got a flight back —Diego said, and from his tone she knew he wasn’t thinking about the plane—. Three hours, no meetings, no clients.

Lucía smiled against his skin. She knew that on the way back to the office there would be furtive looks, supposedly accidental brushes by the coffee machine, the careful choreography of two people sharing a secret. She knew it was a bad idea, the kind people talked about in low voices and never in writing.

But she also knew that, when someone asked her how the trip to Valencia had gone, she would say it had been productive, and she would keep to herself the only part that really mattered. Some confessions are never made out loud. This one, she decided as he held her tighter, she was going to keep entirely to herself.