The Fling (18+)

Chapter 3

Walking into the dim room, lit only by a pair of lamps, I fought my sudden nerves. As I dragged my suitcase behind me, I felt a twinge of embarrassment, wondering if I should have dropped it off in my room first.

But then his hands were on me, and suddenly I couldn't give a fuck.

Ghosting his lips across my cheek, I felt the heat of his breath as he asked, "Do you like this shirt?"

My heartbeat jackhammered against my ribs, and I whispered, "No."

Reaching up to my collar, he tore the thin fabric like tissue paper, ripping it down the middle right to the hem.

Tugging it off of my arms, he tossed the ruined scrap aside. Then I felt his hand snake behind me, unclasping my bra with an ease that revealed years of experience.

I'm way out of my depth...

Skillfully, he slid the straps down my shoulders, pulling the garment off and letting it drop to the floor.

The cool air of the hotel room swathed my bare skin, and I watched as he undid the fly of my jeans.

As he guided his hand between my thighs, he leaned into me, placing his lips against my ear.

When his fingers found the aching pulse of my clit, I gasped, clutching his shirt.

Stroking idly, he asked, "Who made you this wet?"

His voice was damnation and deliverance, a sinful lure that I was helpless to resist.

"You..."

He rewarded me with a quick nip on my earlobe. "And who's going to keep you this wet?"

I smiled, wicked delight surging through my veins. "You."

"And who owns this pussy tonight?" he demanded, all but growling the words.

My breath caught in my throat. "You."

His other hand came up, caressing my breast. "Do you want a safe word?"

Safe word?

I shook my head, "'Wait' and 'stop' should be enough for tonight..."

"Okay," his thumb circled my nipple, "Any hard limits?"

Are we actually having this conversation?

Swallowing nervously, I replied, "Unless you have lube, no anal."

He chuckled, warm, husky and intoxicating. "Fair."

Nuzzling against the bristled plane of his cheek, I asked, "How about you?"

"Me what?"

"Hard limits?"

I felt him smile, "Well, unless you have lube, no anal for me either."

I let out a snort, "Like I just carry a strap-on with me?"

"Hey, I don't know your life."

I broke, erupting into helpless giggles, unaware as his hand come up to cup my cheek. But then my laughter cut off as his mouth captured mine.

The ghost of whiskey lingered on his tongue, and I kissed him back hungrily, eager to taste him.

A whine left my lips as he broke away.

"You want to be my whore?"

A shiver raced up my spine as his fingers worked faster, sending sparks of ecstasy through me.

"Yes." I pressed my hips harder against him, needing more.

Instead, he pulled his hand away.

My eyes shot open, meeting his.

Hypnotic darkness ensnared me. "Then you don't come until you earn it."

What?

And, as the fog in my head cleared, I knew exactly how I was going to do that.

Dropping to my knees, I faced the rigid outline of his erection. Working my nimble fingers as fast as I could, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. Tugging down the expensive cloth of his trousers, I revealed the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen.

Taking it in my hands, I admired it, testing its hardness with my fingers and tongue.

At the hissing inhale above me, I looked up into the fiery inferno of his stare, smirking, "You've been holding out on me."

Furiously unbuttoning his shirt, he whipped it off, exposing his fit, powerful torso.

My pulse thundered within me as I leaned forward, pressing soft, teasing kisses along his shaft.

With my hands wrapped around him, I caught his gaze as I took a long, savoring lick over the tip.

"Fuck-"

Smiling smugly, I promised, "Baby, I'm going to make you crave this mouth..."

And then that mouth was too busy to speak.

Using my tongue and my hands in sync, I worked his cock with single-minded focus. With suction and friction, I toyed with him, bringing him to the brink before backing off and slowing down.

The eloquent string of curses that came from his lips soon devolved into incoherent begging.

"Oh god-"

Looking up into his fathomless, yearning stare, I felt his desperate need for release.

And, in that moment, I needed it too.

Drunk on the uniquely masculine taste of him, I took him faster, harder, listening as his groans betrayed his imminent climax.

Then he gripped my hair in his fist and rasped, "I want to come on you..."

Pulling back with a 'pop', I looked up, smirking as I continued to stroke him.

Then his grip tightened, and I felt the first spurt of warmth on my face.

Closing my eyes, I felt his cock pulsing in my hands as his orgasm rocketed through him, adorning my skin with his cum.

His hand cradled my chin, the rough pad of his thumb wiping over my bottom lip and the mess he had made there.

"Look at me," he commanded.

My eyelids fluttered open as I obeyed, melting under the carnal intensity of his stare.

Then, he smiled, the silver in his beard brilliant in the low-wattage lamplight.

"Let's get you cleaned up."