Corey
It takes five minutes in the coatroom before Bex peaks. I have her pressed against the door—unlocked, per her request. My fingers pump and curl inside her, my thumb works her clit and her leg wraps around my waist for balance.
She clenches and spasms around my fingers, but I don’t let up.
“Give it to me, Bex,” I hiss in her ear. “I know what this pussy can do. You showed me the night of our first date, hmm? Remember that,baby?”
“Fuck, Corey!” She’s nearly incoherent, moaning as she grinds on my hand.
I cover her mouth with my free hand. “Someone will hear you, Bex. Or is that what you want?” Her pussy pulses around my fingers at the question, and I give her a wicked smirk. “Is that why you wanted the door unlocked? You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Bex drops her head to my shoulder and begs me, a muffled plea beneath my hand covering her mouth.
“Go on, Bex. I want your come dripping down my hand. Let me feel you—”
I don’t even get the words out and she’s coming, her pussy gushing her release down my fingers, my hand, just like I asked. Slowly, I remove my hand from her mouth. She pants hard against my chest, and I tilt her chin up to look at me.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper. I slip my fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth to clean them off—but Bex shocks the shit out of me by taking my wrist and bringing my fingers to her mouth.
She parts her beautiful cranberry lips and her tongue slides out to lap at my fingers. It’s so erotic, watching her clean up her release from my hand, with that perfect fucking tongue. My cock is rock hard, straining in my pants. Not here, though.
“Bex, I want to spin you around and fuck you right here,” I groan as she pulls off one of my fingers with a pop. “But I’m just upstairs. Let’s head—”
There’s a rapping knock on the door, and Bex startles, then gives into a silent fit of laughter.
“I can hear you, Bex,” Aaron says from the other side of the door. “Now if you’re done fucking in my coatroom, can you make it upstairs for round two?”
Bex nearly doubles over as she covers her mouth with her hand. It hits me, at this moment, how beautiful and light she is. Sure, she’s got a post-orgasmic glow, and she’s dressed up like a knockout, but it’s not just that. From the moment I met her, she’s brought an effortless lightness to my entire being. It was slow, chiseling away heavy, dark parts of me that I’d added onto my skin, like armor, being in this business.
She brings a genuine smile to my face—not one rehearsed or forced—but real, authentic happiness. How did I get so fucking lucky?
Another knock at the door.
“All right, we’ll head on up,” I laugh, lacing Bex’s hand in mine as we head back to the lobby.
The elevator ride up this time is a stark contrast to the last time. We can’t keep our hands off each other. She palms my cock through my pants, and I groan into her mouth as our tongues duel for control.
Once we’re in the suite, Bex kicks off her heels and heads toward the kitchen.
“There’s no tequila set up this time, baby,” I say, toeing off my shoes and following closely behind her.
She shakes her head as she opens the refrigerator and pulls out a water bottle. “Do you want one?”
“Sure,” I say, catching the bottle she tosses my way.
For a moment, we hydrate in silence. When Bex sets her bottle down, she reaches for the zipper of her dress, tucked under her right arm. Sheslides the zipper down, then gently pushes the tiny straps of her dress off of her shoulders.
“Fuck me,” I murmur, setting my water bottle down on the kitchen island. Apparently, Bex was braless tonight, and I’m treated to the sight of her perfect, full tits. Her nipples tighten in the brisk, hyper air-conditioned suite.
She leans forward over the island, on her elbows, propping her tits up in a way that begs me to have a taste. “Corey… I want to ask you something.”
This woman could ask me to get on my knees and follow her around this suite like a fucking dog—whatever she asks for, I’ll do it.
“Anything.”
Bex bites her lip and whispers, “I want you to fuck me like Frank Moro.”
Whatever possibilities were ricocheting in my head, none came close tothat.
