“Thank you,” I whisper, breathless. My clit is throbbing from the orgasm he just tore from me with his tongue; my nipples are so hard they ache, and his cock—thisfuckingcock—is touchingplaces inside me that my ex never even tried to find with his fingers.
Okay, this isn’t romantic at all. It’s proactive. It’s sweaty and dirty and completely unexpected. Each time he drives into me his balls smack against the back of my thighs making everything even hotter. His one hand is tugging on my hair, the other alternating between my throat, clit and breasts. And the sad thing is that I wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t slammed those shots at the bar with Alexa and told myself I was going to do this small act of rebellion to stick it to my circumstances.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Seth groans out again. “You’re taking me so good.”
I whimper as his fingers swipe between us, teasing at the slick mess he’s made, before trailing back. I barely have time to process it before he grabs my ass, squeezing both cheeks before spreading them wide.
“Look at your asshole. Fucking pretty,” he murmurs, half to himself.
Then, like he’s cataloging me, his hands move.
“This hair.” He tugs it again, making my scalp prickle with heat.
“These tits.” He groans, cupping them, weighing them in his hands before giving a firm squeeze and running both thumbs across my nipples.
“This throat.” His fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze.
“This pussy.” He groans, sliding his fingers down, rubbing my clit just to make me clench around him then back to where he stuffs a finger inside of my already full pussy.
Uh, whoa.
And then his hands move lower again, spreading my ass in a way that feels so obscene, so stimulating, sosensual, that heat flares across my cheeks as I wait for him to say it.
“Even your asshole is hot.”
I burn. I know my cheeks are bright red, probably the same shade as my hair, and I’m so glad I’m facing away from him. Because if he only knew I wasn’t the vixen that he thinks I am. That I enjoy my sweet romance novels, sitting outside with the birds, drinking my matcha in peace, romanticizing every moment of my life and wearing flowy dresses when I’m not in scrubs and leggings working—if he only knew I’ve never doneanythingeven close to this before with a stranger, let alone had anyone ever look at my asshole and praise it—I’m not sure what he’d think.
His rhythm starts to falter. Less controlled. More desperate. A little sloppier and I can tell he’s close. His cock swells inside me, every thick stroke begins to hit even deeper as his breathing turns ragged. I push up onto my knees, shifting the angle, and he groans so filthy, so needy, that it sends another thrill through me that I can make this strong guy feel this way. That I have the power to make him feel anything at my expense.
His hand snakes around my throat, fingers curling around my pulse in a grip that’s possessive. His other hand never stops working my clit. His lips move to my temple, brushing damp with sweat hair away as he curses against my skin.
“You’re so hot.” His voice is strained, almost pained. “I swear, I need to check the condom first because I’m about to unload.”
My heart races.
“I want to claim you. I want to—fuck!” His teeth graze my neck as he drags his long cock out, inch by inch to inspect it, before slamming back inside me so deeply I see stars. I whimper andcome so hard I forget how to breathe. My vision blurs, my body locks up and all I can do is ride the waves while my pussy squeezes around him.
I black out. For a second, maybe more, everything goes blank while he fucks me through it. The next thing I register is Seth groaning from behind me, his body going stiff as he roars his release, his cock swelling, pulsing, one hand still clamped around my throat, the other still pressed tight against my clit like he’s stuck there. His pelvis jerks, muscles flexing, and I swear—if he has neighbors in this hotel room who are players they’re going to be talking about this tomorrow.
We stay like that. Panting. His chest is heavy on my back, his cock still buried so deep inside me that I start to wonder if he’s stuck. Like this is some weird biological phenomenon where I’ll have to live the rest of my life attached to him. Frankly, it doesn’t sound back. The orgasm wrecked me. And judging by the way he’s not moving either, I think that the intensity of it might have shocked him too.
We’re both just… stunned. By the time I’ve caught my breath I know what I have to do. I move. I don’t jump off him as much as I fall forward, my limbs suddenly feeling like overcooked noodles, my knees and stomach hit the mattress before I manage to scramble forward. Because I need to go. I need to get out of here fast before my stupid little heart starts to tell my head that this was romantic.
I did what I came here to do. And well look at that. We bothcame, too.
Seth hasn’t moved yet. His cock stays hanging between his legs heavy as he kneels there, his hands still molded into the shape of my hips even though I’m gone and he’s just holding air, like hisbody is still catching up to reality. I don’t wait for him to catch up.
I move fast, scrambling to the foot of the bed and yanking my clothes on so quickly that I put my ridiculous,Daddy’s Little Monstershirt on backward. Oh well. I snatch my shoes, grab my wallet, and then—because I’m awkward as hell and never have doneanythinglike this before—I give him a stiff nod, a salute and throw up the peace sign just to cover all my bases.
“Peace out. Thanks for the orgasm, Sloth.”
Then I bolt. Straight out the door, across the hallway to the elevator bank so quickly that I almost trip over my own feet. My red hair whips around my face reminding me that I left the ponytail holders back in the room. They were Alexa’s but I’m sure she won’t miss them.
Please don’t chase me.
Please don’t chase me.
Please don’t—
