I pulled off, grabbed my own dick, and started jerking. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch me, his eyes glittering with lust. “Yes,” he growled, “Come all over me.” My hand flew over my cock, my precum easing the way, and I felt the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. This orgasm was more drawn out than the last one, moving at the speed of a loaded freight train with just as much impact when it hit me. I let out a strangled groan as my cum shot all over his chest and abs.
I dropped forward, my hands on either side of his prone body. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I gasped.
Jeremy reached for me and said, “Kiss me. I want to taste…”
He stopped, and a flush crept up his neck. He ducked his head as if he was embarrassed. Well, that was bullshit. I crawled up his body, and just before I reached his lips, I leaned down and licked some of my cum off his chest. Then I grabbed the back of his neck and took his mouth in a bruising kiss, entwining our tongues so we could taste each other. After a long while, I pulled back and smiled against his lips. “Dirty boy.” I cupped his face in my hands. “You’re just full of surprises, Jeremy Fitzgerald.”
He gave me an adorable, shy smile. “A good surprise?”
“Hell yeah,” I replied. “It’s been a minute since I’ve gotten my kink on.”
His brows rose in surprise. “Really? I would think all the boys were knocking down your door.”
I was ridiculously happy that he thought I was that hot. I smiled and shook my head. “It’s not a good idea to get too messy in a club restroom. And I’ve been really busy getting ready for the summer season.”
Twin creases appeared between his brows. “Why no boyfriend?”
I snorted. “Haven’t had one in a long time,” I replied. “When I inherited this place, I found out it was hard to trust people’s motives when it came to dating me.”
“Ugh,” he said in sympathy. “I know that feeling. It sucks.”
I leaned forward again. “You know what feeling I do like?”
“What’s that?” he whispered.
“Kissing you,” I said as I took his mouth again.
EIGHT
JEREMY
When I woke up, I was surprised at how well I had slept. My mind immediately drifted to a pair of pretty green eyes. I smiled and stretched, the smell of sex wafting from the soft bedding. I seriously could not remember the last time I felt this good. The morning light poured in through the large window facing the ocean. I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Almost nine-thirty. I thought about ordering room service. I would have the opportunity to enjoy the spectacular view while I ate.
The suite was beautiful. It was done in traditional Victorian style—tastefully patterned blue-and-gold wallpaper met a dark-wood chair rail under which the wall was a rich cream color. The dark wooden door to the small sitting room was currently closed. The same dark wood also made up the head and footboard of the king-size four-poster bed I lay in. I grinned as my mind flickered through all thecreativethings that could be done with those posts. My gaze fell to the cream damask upholstered chair in the corner of the room. The clothes I had been wearing last night were lying on it, neatly folded. Sean must have done that before he left.
I felt myself smile at the thought. After giving me the most incredible orgasm of my entire life, Sean spent a very long time just kissing me. Then he got a warm wet washcloth from the ensuite bathroom and gently cleaned me off. By then, I had been so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. I was fairly certain I’d thanked him before he left, and I definitely remembered him kissing me on the forehead in an oddly tender gesture.
I shook my head. Whatever that was last night, it was not a typical hookup. Granted, I had been out of the hook-up scene for a while—during the two-plus years I was with Pierce and the last eighteen months while I tried to put my life back together. But I was pretty active before I started going out with Pierce, and hookups didn’t usually end the way Sean’s and mine had. Nope, make that never. Hookups never ended that way. It was more of a mumbled thanks and a nod before you both went off in opposite directions.
Sean was…nice. And he seemed pretty normal for a guy who owned a boutique hotel on the Jersey Shore. I wondered if we could see each other again. I was going to be here for a month—maybe I could go all cliché and have a summer fling.
Glancing back at my workout pants on the chair, I contemplated going for a run. The sun was shining, and it seemed like a nice day. I opened the mapping app on my phone to get the lay of the land, but then my phone started vibrating, and I nearly dropped it. Evan was calling.
I swiped to answer it. “Hey.”
“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. “I was expecting to have to leave a message.”
“Nope, I’m awake. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to find out how your first night went.”
I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips. “Good. Really good.”
There was complete silence on the other end. Then my best friend let out a whoop. “Oh my God! You got laid on your first night!”
I pulled the phone away from my ear until he was done. “You should speak up,” I said finally, “I don’t think they heard you in Brooklyn.”
“Pfft,” he retorted. “Now spill. I want all the details.”
