Your skirt was too short, but its a pool. Still though, whoever thought of the idea to make a pool waitress wear a bikini top and a barely there skirt was..well..a genious. You'd gotten almost $300 dollars in tips already and it was just 11am. You we just on your way to clock out for lunch.
"Oi, waitress," you hear someone call in a strong irish accent so it sounds more like 'woyetress'. You look towards the sound, holding your tray to against your hip and walk over to the well tattooed bloke who's seated close to the pool.
"Yes, sir?" you say to him, kind of intimidated by him, not just because he was around your age, but because he was all tattooed and pierced. You had to admit though, the way he stared up at you was really really hot.
"Could ya please get me a beer? Maybe your number and whatever panties you're wearing at the side," he smirks up at you when he speaks, droplets of water making their way down his chest, running over the nipples that you'd rather be sucking that staring at.
You roll your eyes, "No, thank you, but i'll be back with your beer." You turn away from him, walking towards the bar and ordering it, glancing back at him to notice him still staring. You look away when you see him stand and make his way over to you.
He leans down to you, lips close to yours and states, matter of factly, " I've been watching you prance up and down this place for an hour, at least be a little nice to me. He smirks, seeing your longing for him in your eyes.
"Sir, i'm not..interested," you hand him his beer and step slightly away from him. You were so interested..but it was so against the rules.
"Whatever you say, babe. Room 102," he smirks as he walks away, towards to exit, beer in hand.
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0 self control.
You had no self control at all. You sigh at yourself and knock on the wooden door that read 'ROOM 102'.
The door flew open almost at once and you see him standing there, the handsome stranger from the pool. The one with tussled blonde hair, hot tattoos and a lip piercing that you think would feel amazingly cold pressed against your clit.
He smirks and steps aside, "Took you long enough, Y/N"
You wonder for a second how he knows your name, then remember the name tag still fastened to your bikini top.
"And you are? I kind of need to know what name i'll be screamed..you know..given you make me scream." you smirk at him, almost chuckling at the way your sudden confidence and strong words throw him for a second.
"Oh, you'll be screaming it for sure, " he growls, pulling you into him and running his hands along your body, "Niall. Call me niall." His lips press down to yours abruptly and as soon as it does you both are fighting to rip each other's clothes off. Before you know it, you're lying on the soft white sheets, watching him unroll a condom.
"My gosh, hurry up," you groan, looking up at him, your center dripping wet for him and you can see his dick throbbing in anticipation for you.
"I'm fecking hurrying," he growls back, finally getting it on, then leaning into you and pressing his lips to yours as he slides his dick into you. You moan out, leaning your head back against the headboard, holding onto him as he rocks you back and forward.
You moan out loudly into his lips, pulling gently on his lipring, loving the way he moans when you do. He keeps pounding, hands pulling on your hair, dick thrusting in and out of you mercilessly.
You yell out his name when you feel yourself getting closer, feeling him smirk against your neck when you cum.
He keeps going, thrusting into you until he reaches his high, then rolls over, plopping against you on the bed, breathing heavily.
"Best hotel ever."
