“Oh God. Yes. Oh God.”
“That’s right, let me hear how much you like it.” I don’t ease up, rutting so hard, she’s almost to the headboard.
“Braden. Please…”
“Please what, baby? You need more? Is my dick not enough? Do you want another one in your ass? Two cocks fucking you?” Holy shit, the vision alone has me coming before I can stop myself, grunting and fucking her as I shoot my load.
She comes unglued with me, and the room fills with curses and moans as we lose ourselves to the moment. Her pussy coaxes every last drop as she pulses around me.
We’re still panting, trying to catch our breath as my head hangs over her chest, and I can’t help but take her nipple into my mouth. This is the first time in years that one time doesn’t come close to being enough.
I’m already addicted, which means it’s a damn good thing she leaves tomorrow.
7
TERRIBLE IDEA
Poppy
“What are you doing?” I ask in shock as he sucks my breast.
He’s finished. Shouldn’t he be done with me? I was prepared for a quick exit, not for him to take his time afterward.
“Enjoying this buffet in front of me,” he mumbles around my nipple.
“We have to go. Everyone’s probably noticed we’re gone. We’ll have to come up with a story.”
His head pops up. “Damn. That’s what we should have done—role-played one of our stories. You could have been a teacher, and I could have bent you over that desk.”
“Oh my God, seriously, move.” I shove his chest with both hands.
He chuckles and rolls to his back, pulling out of me as he does. It’s a weird sensation, especially when I feel his cum dripping between my legs.
“I need to clean up.” I awkwardly rise, squeezing my core like I have to pee so no more leaks out. “Hurry and get dressed. We’releaving as soon as I’m ready,” I say while gathering my clothes on the way to the bathroom.
Slamming the door in haste and twisting the lock, I set my things on the counter, run to the toilet, and drop my head into my hands with a smile. Oh my God, that was amazing. I did it. And now that I know what I’ve been missing, I can’t believe I waited so long. I’m mind blown. Or is it cum drunk? I’m not sure, but holy shit… I’m something.
And did I hear him correctly before we finished? He mentioned having another guy at the same time. That’s… weird. Why would he say that? More importantly, why did I orgasm while picturing it? I’ll have to unpack that one later, because right now, we need to go.
Rushing to put myself together, I finally look in the mirror. Shit. My hair. I wouldn’t say it’s terrible, but the intricate updo I had is toast. I’ll have to tell them the pins were giving me a headache. Running my hands through it will have to be enough. There’s no time to go to my room for a more thorough job, so it’ll have to do.
Taking a deep breath, I swing open the bathroom door to find Braden slipping his shoes on. He’s wearing his pants and dress shirt, but no vest, jacket, or bow tie.
“Why isn’t the rest of your stuff on? We need to leave—right now.”
“This is fine. It’s the reception—time to loosen up.”
“They’ll wonder why you’re coming back half-dressed. Put it on,” I insist.
“No. If anyone asks, we’ll use female issues to explain why you needed a ride back to the room, and I’ll say I stopped by mine to lose the suit. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs.
It is plausible, considering I used the same excuse earlier. Okay, this could work. I’m impressed and instantly relieved we have something to go with. The last thing I want is gossip about Cici’s friend being a hussy who shagged the first guy she came across. Not that I could’ve done better, since Braden happens to be the hottest one here.
“Fine. Let’s go.” I hastily put my shoes on before we file out the door.
“You won’t go brag and tell your friends you scored, will you?” I glare as menacingly as possible and decide to add on a threat for good measure. “If you do, I’ll tell everyone how awful it was.”
“That’s funny. Which part? The first orgasm on my tongue or the second with my cock?”
