Intimate Affairs [ON HOLD]

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"Fuck me."

Two words was all it took.

Then Jack-I think that was his name-was unleashed.

After a long night of cat and mouse games in the club, I finally allowed him to take me to his motel. He had declared his drunken lust for me, and to get what I wanted I would oblige.

At the sound of the soft click of the door, I felt him approach me. He reeked of liquor, but his hands were steady as they traced the bodice of my sheath dress. The strapless design provided him enough exposed skin to explore and he wasted no time littering my shoulder with kisses. He tongue darted out against the racing vein in my neck. Hyperaware of his body against mine, I tried to clear my head but I fell into the thralls of arousal as his erection pressed into the small of my back.

Reaching behind me, I rubbed him through his jeans, earning a deep groan in response. "Ah, yes. You're so fucking beautiful." He started to speak again, but he abruptly hiccuped.

That was almost sexy, Jack. I started to say, but I wasn't supposed to get too comfortable or else I'd forget why I was truly here.

He turned his attention back to my neck while one of his hands cupped my breast and the other found the zipper of my dress. When he released me from the dress it made a pool around my feet leaving me barren except for my G-string that'd been my only article of clothing left.

"You're too dressed." I said. I reached for the buckle of his belt then i did the button to his fly. "I want your cock inside me."

This had been easy.

Taunting a man into doing exactly what we both wanted because we both were vulnerable. Our conversation was intimate at the bar what with our lives being so screwed up. We both chose the company of good liquor. Under the influence, our words flowed so easily. We could both blame the alcohol but in truth the substance gave us the courage to say what we really wanted to each other.

I needed the distraction. He needed the temporary company.

He was enthralled with everything about me, but I knew better. This was just a temporary fix to our screwed up lives and tomorrow we'll go back to being strangers.

"Go to the bed." He commanded. "Lay down."

Wordlessly, I did as I was told. I made sure I walked with a deliberate sway in my hips to keep up the ruse.

Don't get me wrong, Jack was a handsome man. Well-built, tall, and absolutely endowed from what I can tell through his jeans, but there was a hidden reason for why I was here.

All I had to do was keep up the scam.

I have needs too, don't get me wrong, its part of why I do the things I do. Some of my partners were gifted.

"How badly do you want me, baby?" He asked. He kicked off his shoes as he trotted towards me. His gaze was unfocused and his balance was a little off, I'd known that look on his face. I've seen it before plenty of times to know that he wasn't going to be conscious for long.

Nevertheless, I had to stay level headed. I bit my bottom lip teasingly and nodded like a good participant.

"Very badly." I cooed.

He complicatedly stumbled out of his clothes, his erection bobbed when he took off his boxers. I turned my neck to the side when I got a good look at his cock. Hm, not the size I'd imagined, but it'll do.

He touched my breasts again, needling the hardened nibble before giving it an abrupt squeeze. I yelped at the brief prick of pain, but he messaged it away with his tongue when he claimed my nipple in his mouth.

Now that turned me on.

"Mmm, you like that."

"Yes." I moaned.

"I can't wait anymore, I have to be inside you." He crawled off the bed to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket. Inside of it was a condom that he plucked out of it and then he tossed his wallet onto the floor.

I watched him open the foil packet, but really my eyes caught the square leather object on the floor. He made quick work of putting on the condom and when it was done, he wasted no time lining himself and then entering me.

He worked his mouth a bit to produce spit and dripped it onto my entrance to moisten his ascent. I was revolted by the gesture and made a mental note to take a shower first thing when I get home.

I closed my eyes. This was the easiest part, tuning out the nonsense so that I could at least take some pleasure from the encounter.

While he began to pump in and out of me I panted with each thrust. Sex was meant to feel good, but it wasn't enjoyable with a partner that was two seconds away from passing out.

And that's exactly what he did.

Jack suddenly stopped moving, his face planted into the crook of my neck where I heard soft snores in my ear. Hm, and he only lasted for six strokes.

I poked him once to test his awareness while he was unconscious and he made no indication of waking up.

Damn, this was easy.

Carefully, so as not to disturb him, I hooked my hands around his sides and heaved him off of him. His cock slid from my entrance as well with a wet popping noise. I directed him to lay flat on his back and folded the comforter over him.

Then I tiptoed to where his wallet was.

There were several credit cards and cash in the pocket. Pulling out the crisp paper bills I counted enough to grab and stuffed it into my small clutch handbag.

After I got what I wanted, I let myself out.