Twisting the Sheets

The Player

    I knew I meant nothing to him.  I knew he just wanted a quick lay.  Yet that didn't bother me.  I was tired of being the stuck up, borish, ice queen I was known as.  That was part of the reason I had made the trip to Australia for vacation instead of working through the holidays again.  So in the hotel bar I decided to throw even more inhibitions out the window when the tattooed god leaned on the counter next to me and whispered in my ear. 

His tongue lightly grazed the curve of my ear and I shivered.  It had been so long since I had done this.  He had a few good lines but that was all they were, lines.  I didn't want things to drag out, I was horny now, so I gathered what little courage I had left and leaned into him to whisper, "I really don't care what your name is or what you're doing here tonight.  I just want you to take me up to your room and fuck me until I can't stand on my own two legs."  The shocked look on his face was quite priceless but I meant what I said and I didn't want to wait. 

I slipped off the barstool and took his hand, leading him to the elevator.  Once inside, he seemed to have recovered.  Slamming me against the wall, he proceeded to ravaged my lips with his, his tongue sweeping out and taunting mine.  His hands roamed my sides until one landed on my breast and the other on my hip.  The one on my breast teased and pulled, sending me into orbit.  The way he commandeered my own mouth sent drops of arousal down my legs. 

I wasn't aware of the elevator doors opening until he tugged me out, still kissing me as he led me down the hall to his room.  He fumbled with the  key card when I slipped my hand into his pants and teasingly tugged at his manhood.  The few lost seconds at the door were made up for as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and pressed me against another wall. 

His hand slipped under my short dress and met freshly shaven skin.  I had forgone panties when dressing earlier and after unzipping his pants, I found he had also.  With one quick thrust, he had sheathed himself in me, filling me completely.  His low groan of pleasure matched mine.  His rhythm started slow but quickly increased until he was pounding into me with a force I hadn't experienced before.  His hands were busy holding me up but I didn't need the extra stimulus to fall apart in his arms.  He pulled away long enough to find a position at the foot of his bed where he bent me over and continued to fuck me from behind.  This time, his hands wandered to my breasts to tug and twist my sensitive buds.  Even quicker than the last time, I rose higher and shattered again with him not far behind me.  I winced slightly when he pulled out but I knew we were no where near done when he tossed my limp body on the bed and climbed up after.  I couldn't say I felt like protesting either as he dipped his head to taste my core.