Seth
While Claire was gawkingout the window, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her legs. That short, flirty summer dress she was wearing was doing all sorts of things to me. It’d taken every single ounce of restraint to not pull over on the side of the road on our way into the city and drag her into the backseat. I swear she’d changed into the damn thing just to fuck with me. Minx.
Prowling towards her, I kicked off my shoes before my hands found her hips. Hearing the gasp of breath pass through her pink, pouty lips made my dick twitch. While Claire had made a beeline for the view, which I’ll admit was worth every cent of this overpriced room, I was checking out the California king bed and wondering what was on the room service menu. My plans had been to take Claire out somewhere nice for dinner before bringing her back here and banging her seven ways to Sunday, but now, room service was looking like the better option. Once I got her naked, there wasn’t much chance we were going anywhere in a hurry.
Weaving my arms around her waist, her fingers tangled with mine as she dropped her head back against my shoulder. Breathing her in, she smelt like strawberries and my mouth watered. Dipping my head down, I nuzzled at her neck, and when she tilted her head, giving me better access, I knew it was on. Placing wet, open mouth kisses along the smooth, creamy column of her neck, Claire let out a breathless little sigh as her grip tightened.
For minutes we stood there, teasing each other, the tension building slowly and the temperature rising. Glancing down over her shoulder I could see straight down the top of her dress, down to the straining white lace bra encasing her heaving tits. Claire’s lips were parted, and her eyes closed. She was fucking stunning. Completely lost in the moment, she held nothing back. Leaning on me, trusting me to take care of her, I couldn’t let her down. I wouldn’t.
Breaking her hold on my hands, I needed to feel her, she pouted briefly, but when I snaked one hand down and found her leg, she rocked forward, hands splayed on the glass window in front of her. It was like she couldn’t stand on her own. Like she didn’t trust her legs to hold her upright. The powerful feeling was addictive.
“Seth.” My name fell from her lips like a plea.
Dragging my hand up her leg, it disappeared under her dress until I was palming her arse. Kneading it. Holding it. Squeezing it. Claire must’ve been enjoying the feeling because she pushed back against my hand, silently begging for more. I wasn’t going to disappoint her.
Ignoring my needy cock, I slid my hand between her legs feeling the dampness of her lacy panties. “Fuck, Claire! You’re soaked.”
“Your fault,” she murmured, rocking against me.
Increasing the pressure, I traced circles over the material bringing her closer to the edge but not quite pushing her over. There was no way in hell I was going to hurry this along. We had all night and a late checkout, and I planned on making every single one of those moments count. Two weeks of jerking off had given me callouses on my hands, now I was this close to the real thing, nothing was going to stop me from taking advantage.
Keeping the rhythm steady, I cupped her boob through her dress feeling her nipple pebble beneath my fingers. Slowly, methodically I strummed my thumb back and forth across it loving the way Claire shivered against me as her desperation grew.
Tilting her head back, her eyes flickered open only to reflect my own lust-filled gaze. Without warning, Claire reached up and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, dragging my lips down against hers before kissing me with all her pent-up frustration. While her tongue duelled with mine, I increased the pressure of my fingers and within seconds she was left a trembling mess in my arms. Tearing her lips away from mine, Claire panted as her rocking slowed and she rode out her orgasm.
Reaching down, she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from her before spinning around and, without a word, sank to her knees.
“You don’t have to…”
Instead of answering with words, she reached up with very skilled fingers and dragged down my zipper before pulling my aching, weeping cock out. As soon as her hand wrapped around my shaft, I felt myself grow even harder. The first swipe of her tongue across my head had my knees almost buckling.
“Oh, shit…”
Wrapping her lips around me, Claire wasn’t shy or cautious in her assault. She was a woman on a mission, and within seconds, I was on the verge of exploding straight down her throat. Unable to hold back, my hips rocked back and forth. While she worked her mouth like a Hoover, she tugged my pants down to my ankles before grabbing my balls. When she rolled them in the palm of her hand, I felt an all too familiar tingling creeping up my spine.
“Claire…I’m…I’m…gonna…”
Sitting back on her heels, Claire looked up at me through her eyelashes, still pumping me with her hand. “Do it,” she challenged before taking as much as she could of me down her throat. When she murmured around my cock, the vibrations from her talented tongue sent me catapulting over the edge. Flooding her mouth, I came with a growl.
Licking me clean, Claire reached for my hand, and I pulled her to her feet before shoving my tongue halfway down her throat, tasting myself. Even though she’d had me seeing stars barely seconds ago, my dick was already twitching at the thought of round two. Scooping her up, I shuffled over to the bed, trying not to trip on my pants. Kicking them away, I laid her down in front of me. She looked like pure fucking perfection. Her lips swollen, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed. I couldn’t fucking wait to be inside her.
As hard as it was, I stepped away from Claire, grabbing my backpack and pulling out the new box of condoms I’d thoughtfully packed. I mightn’t have been prepared for much, but this fuck fest, I was definitely ready and raring to go.
Three sweaty hours later and I couldn’t move a muscle.
We’d fucked each other every which way until there was nothing left. Claire was incredible. Insatiable. Her stamina. And don’t even get me started on her flexibility. Now she was lying beside me, curled on her side wrapped around a pillow with her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow and steady, but she wasn’t quite asleep. Yet.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to go out to eat?” I offered, hoping to hell she said no. The last thing I wanted to do right now was put on pants!
“I can’t even feel my legs. I’m not walking anywhere,” Claire mumbled sleepily.
“Room service then?”
“Mmm.”
With her long blonde hair spread out on the pillow behind her she looked almost magical. And I already knew her mouth was. Reaching over to the bedside table, I knocked the glass of water over momentarily staring at it like a complete loser as it trickled across the wooden tabletop and dribbled down onto the carpet.
“Shit!” I finally said, reaching over to right it. Ignoring the wet patch, I snagged the menu, and after struggling to get a coherent response from Claire, I just placed an order.
