I breathed through the burn until it transformed into pleasure. Sean’s arms tightened around me. “Sean, please, I need…” I pushed back against him, burying him deeper inside me.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, “You like being stuffed full of my cock.” He pulled out and pressed back in. He set a languid pace, and we found our rhythm, him with one arm around my chest holding me close and the other hand holding my hip. It felt so good, so intimate, that I didn’t want it to end.
My orgasm built with each slow stroke. I grasped my rock-hard erection and stroked in time with his thrusts. “I’m close,” I ground out.
Sean tightened his fingers on my hip, and his rhythm sped up. He shifted slightly, hitting my prostate dead on. The slow-building orgasm became an avalanche. “Oh God! Sean!” My body was locked in ecstasy. Cum shot from my dick hard enough to hit my chin.
Sean growled, low and deep. He pulled out and shifted us so I was flat on my stomach, grabbed my hips, and slammed back inside. He kept up a punishing pace for a short while until his rhythm faltered and he drove into me one last time.
His cock pulsed as his warm cum filled the condom. He groaned and slowly lowered his body onto mine.
“Is this okay?” He slid his arms underneath me and held me close.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Let’s just stay here all day.”
“Hmm, I’d love to,” he replied, kissing the back of my neck. “But we’re supposed to meet Evan and Raphael for lunch before they head back to the City.”
He rose and pulled carefully out of me, tying off the condom and throwing it in the trashcan beside the bed. He flopped down on his back and sighed. “It’s also Memorial Day weekend, and thanks to your fundraiser, the hotel is mostly full. I’ll have to pitch in here and there because I’ve been resisting hiring another assistant manager.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
His mouth twisted into a grimace. “I’ve had bad luck the last couple of times. One stole from us, and the other tried to get handsy with Caitlin when she was training him. I thought Chris was going put him through a wall.”
“So you just have Caitlin?”
He shook his head. “No. I have Will as a night manager. He’s great, but I really need two more assistant managers. I put out another ad, so we’ll see who shows up this time.”
I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was only just after eight. “We have a few hours before lunch. Let’s go for a walk on the beach and then get breakfast.”
Sean smiled softly. “I like that idea.” He kissed my nose. “But I’ll have to go back to my place to get some clothes. I don’t want to walk on the beach in a suit.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I cleared my throat. “Imayhave a pair of your sweatpants and your Rutgers hoodie in my drawer.”
He grinned. “I wondered where they got to.” He slipped his hand behind my neck. “You like wearing my clothes.”
“I might,” I murmured.
He pulled me close for a sensuous kiss. “I like you wearing my clothes.”
I tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear. “I like this right here.”
Sean bent forward so his forehead touched mine. “Me too.” He gave me a quick kiss, then pulled away. “Let’s go to the beach before I’m tempted to keep you here all day.”
I loaned Sean a pair of sandals so he wouldn’t have to wear his dress shoes with sweats. There weren’t many people on the beach yet. It was still early. He kept talking about beach badges, which he had to explain.
“You have topayto get on the beach?”
“From nine to five,” he replied. “Only from Memorial Day to Labor day though.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
He shrugged. “Eh. It’s been like that forever.”
We took off our shoes to walk on the cool sand and made our way down to the water. The ocean was calm, and only small waves were lapping on the hard-packed sand. I let one wave flow over my bare feet and immediately backpedaled.
“Holy crap, that’s cold!”
Sean snickered. “Yeah, it’s pretty chilly until about August.”
