“How close are you?”
“So fucking close.”
Without skipping a beat, he pushed my legs open a little wider. His hands went to my hips, and he pulled my ass back. In that position, every thrust got me closer and closer to ecstasy.
Sweat ran down my back. My forehead slipped all over the cool glass, leaving a mark.
He pulled my head back against his shoulder and wrapped his big hand around my throat, squeezing enough that every breath I took was punctuated.
My pulse pounded in my ears and my body ached for release.
“Next time you look up at this hotel from your apartment, I want you to think about this moment. How you were completely owned by a stranger without a name. I want you to wonder if I’llhave cleaned your cum from the glass or left it for the maids to find in the morning.”
My orgasm built with each thrust into my ass and each word rasped in my ear. His breath smelled of expensive scotch, and I wanted his cologne imprinted on my skin.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” As I said the words, ropes of cum painted the glass, running down and marking it. Evidence of how I’d been truly wrecked by this man.
I kept my hands on the glass to hold steady as his thrusts lost their finesse, chasing his own orgasm.
He grunted he was coming, and then I felt it inside me. He stilled, breathing heavily against my neck.
Was it sick that I wanted him to stay inside me a little longer? Or that I wanted to keep his cum inside me, at least until I got back to my apartment and showered away the evidence of what had just happened.
He pulled out slowly, kissing my shoulder as he did. Something in my belly felt weird. Probably because I’d never had sex like this in my life. It had been raw, claiming, desperate.
I picked up my clothes, avoiding eye contact, and got dressed, hoping for an easy exit.
When I put my jacket on, he straightened the collar for me.
“Are you okay? Do you want to stay?”
Fuck, he was too sweet, and I couldn’t deal with sweet right now when I felt so raw inside.
“I have an early morning tomorrow.”
He nodded, his hand came up to my cheek, and he kissed me.
“Thank you. You were an unexpected stop in what would have been an otherwise bad night filled with poor choices.”
I smiled. “Glad to know I wasn’t one of them.”
His fingers ran through my hair, straightening it. “I want to ask your name. Ask if I can see you again or if you’d be up for a repeat.”
“Y—” He covered my mouth with his hand.
“Don’t tempt me. You’re far too perfect for me, which means you’d also be far too bad. I don’t have…the capacity to start anything. Even casual.”
I took in his dark eyes, salt-and-pepper beard, and the muscles peeking out from under his shirt. Was I responsible for the missing buttons?
“I can’t say I’m not sad I didn’t get to explore this sexy body. I’ll just have to spend the rest of my days by the window, looking up at this place and jacking off to memories of you filling me up and making me come all over the glass.”
He groaned. “See? You’re far too tempting.”
I chuckled. “I’ll get out of your sight then.” I stood on my toes and kissed him. “Goodnight, sexy silver fox stranger with the big dick.”
I walked out and away from the hotel without a single look behind me to see if I could find the window from the outside.
All the way home, my brain was a messy mix of feelings, thoughts, and confusion.
