The Billionaire Band Director

Chapter 24

            Landry lunged at Martha and scooped her up into his arms, kissing her deeply at the same time.  He rose to his feet, carrying her like a newlywed back towards the hotel.  She grabbed her purse as he lifted her into the air and threw it over her shoulder.

            “Landry, the basket, all that stuff…” she started to say.

            “Don’t worry about it,” he answered in a husky voice.

            Landry pulled the door open and carried her inside.

            “Landry, your shoes!” said Martha.

            “Don’t worry about it,” he said again.

            Landry continued to carry Martha as he ran barefoot down the hall, past the restaurant and the wedding.  They giggled like two teenagers acting silly and rebellious in an elegant hotel, which, other than their ages, they were.  They reached the front desk where the same employee was still stationed.  Without taking his eyes off Martha, Landry said, “We left our stuff out on the beach- the picnic basket, the food…  Oh, and my shoes are by the back door.”

            If the employee thought this was unusual he did not let it show.

            “Of course, Mr. LeBlanc.  I’ll have someone collect everything and bring your belongings to your room,” answered the employee.

            “Thank you,” said Landry, keeping his eyes on Martha.

            Landry carried Martha to an elevator and pressed the “up” button.

            “You know,” said Martha, “you can put me down now.”

            “I know,” said Landry, not putting her down.

            “I have legs,” said Martha.

            “Yes,” Landry agreed.  “Beautiful legs.”

            Martha giggled.

            “You should put me down- I want you to save your strength for when we get to the room.”

            Landry laughed.  “If at any point I seem too worn out for your satisfaction, please remember to say ‘I told you so.’”

            The elevator door opened and Landry carried her inside, never letting her bare feet touch the ground.  He pressed a button then kissed her deeply again as the elevator door closed.  He was still kissing her as the door opened on the top floor and he carried her off the elevator and down the hallway.  When they reached the end of the hall he lifted his head from hers, pulled the key from his pocket, and opened the door.  He carried her into the hotel room and turned on the lights.

            The room was large and stately, with navy blue carpeting and drapes accented in gold.  The large four-poster bed and other furniture were all made of a rich and ornately carved mahogany.  There were French doors that appeared to lead out to a balcony.  Landry carried Martha over to the bed and gently set her down on it as if she were made of glass.

            “Martha,” he said pleadingly, his eyes full of tenderness.  “I want you to be comfortable.  I don’t want you to feel any sort of pressure just because I brought you to a hotel room…”

            “Landry,” she replied bluntly, “I was ready to get down and dirty with you on the beach, and I don’t even like PDA.  I don’t think you need to worry in the slightest about me feeling unduly pressured now that we’re somewhere private.”

            Landry c****d a devilish grin at her reply.  He climbed on to the bed and held himself up on his hands and knees over Martha, suspending his torso above hers.  He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily on the lips, then down her neck, then across her collarbone.  Martha reached her hands above her heads and stretched like a content cat enjoying sunlight, savoring the touch of his lips against her skin. She moaned as his lips brushed against the upper swells of her breasts.  He ran his mouth along the low neckline of her dress.  Martha felt her n*****s harden in response.

            “Landry,” she purred.

            He looked up her body into her eyes, keeping his mouth up against her cleavage.

            “Tell me what you want, ma chere.”  His voice was low and his accent thick.

            “More,” said Martha.

            Landry smiled.  He shifted his weight to free his hands.  He moved both hands in sync to the undersides of her breasts.  He ran his thumbs across the peaks her n*****s were making in her dress.  He moved his thumbs upward and tucked them in to the low neckline of her dress and pulled downwards, while also pushing upwards with his fingers so as to free her full breasts from the red dress.  While his mouth eagerly kissed and sucked at the newly exposed flesh, his hands traveled down the length of Martha’s body.  His fingers toyed with the hemline of her dress, teasing it upwards inch by inch. 

            When the hem of Martha’s dress made its ascension past her hips Landry slide further down her body.  He lifted one leg and delicately placed it over his shoulder.  He kissed her inner thigh and continued to trail soft, wet kisses up the inside of her leg.  When he reached the top he stopped and looked into Martha’s eyes, as if begging for permission.  Although he had not said a word out loud, Martha looked back into his eyes and said “Yes.”

            Landry used both hands to slide Martha’s underwear off her hips and down her legs.  When it was off, he kissed his way back up the previously neglected thigh until he reached Martha’s exposed center.   He kissed the top of the opening with great reverence, as if it were some sort of holy relic.  He kissed again, and again, and again.  As he tasted more of her, his restraint dissolved.  He licked and sucked and moaned into her s*x with increasing ferocity. Martha felt any semblance of restraint she may have had disappear too.  She arched her back and threw her head back as she panted and groaned.  She threw her hips around uncontrollably, grinding into his open mouth.  Her wildness only excited him more.  He grabbed her backside with both hands and pulled her up into his face, holding her tight against him so she could not escape the furious lashes his tongue was raining down on her.

            Landry moved one hand so his fingers were at her opening.  He slid a finger inside and moved it in and out with a circular movement, then curled the finger as if he were beckoning her.  Martha’s body responded to his summons.  She arched her back even further and let out a guttural scream as a wave of pleasure crashed inside her.  Landry clamped his mouth down and sucked vigorously on her exposed bundle of nerves as she continued to orgasm.  Her body trembled.  Landry eased the suction and switched to hard and then gentle licks with his tongue, then deescalated to soft kisses.  Martha slowly lower herself back onto the bed and tried to catch her breath. 

            He does have strong fingers, she thought to herself when she was finally able to process thoughts again.  Thank you, piano!  And that tongue!  Martha knew that lots of band instruments called for quick and precise tongue movements, but in her state of euphoria she could not name one.

            Landry disentangled himself from Martha’s legs and threw himself onto the pillow next to her.   He lay on his back with his eyes closed for a minute, then turned to look at her.

            “You good, ma chere?” he asked with a teasing smile.

            Martha wanted to give some sort of smart-ass response but she was too delirious and out of breath to do anything but nod.  Although Martha’s dress had been moved such that it was only covering her stomach, Landry’s eyes never left her face.

            “You are so beautiful, ma chere.  Ma belle chere.  And so sweet.”

            Martha closed her eyes and smiled.  She felt Landry’s hand reach out for hers and their finger entwined.  They lay like that, holding hands in silence, as Martha caught her breath and returned to Earth.  Eventually she opened her eyes and turned to see that he was still studying her face.

            “What are you thinking about, ma chere?” he asked.

            “That musical skills are more transferrable than I had ever realized,” she answered honestly.

            Landry laughed so hard that he shook the bed.

            “I should take that as a compliment, non?”

            Martha smiled as she blushed.

            “You have…ah…quite some talent, with your tongue.  And your hands too.”

            Landry propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over her.

            “Well, ma chere, my tongue and hands are at your disposal.”

            He leaned down and kissed her.  She moved her hands to the side of his head and buried her fingers in his soft curls, holding his face to hers.  Then, she moved her fingers to his chest and felt the taut muscles under his shirt. She liked what she felt.  She undid the first button of his shirt, then the second, then the third.  Landry finished unbuttoning the shirt and helped her pull it off his chest.  Martha’s fingers roamed across his abs. She moved her fingers down towards the waistband of his pants.  She lightly brushed her fingers across the front of his pants where she could feel his throbbing erection.  She started to undo his belt buckle.

            Landry pulled away from her and sat back on his ankles.

            “Nah, ma belle chere, tonight is all about you.”

            Martha sat up and looked him in the eye.

            “What if what I want is in there?” she said coyly, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his pants.

            “Then you’ll have to wait, ma chere, the way I’ve been waiting.  Ever since you spilled your coffee on me.  But I can try to make the waiting enjoyable for you.”

            Martha gave him a devious smile.  She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress.  She pushed it down over her hips without breaking eye contact with him.  She slid it down her legs and kicked it off the bed.  Before the dress even hit the floor Landry’s mouth was on her again.