“Is that so? Intelligence gets you off?”
“Perhaps that’s why you’re so good at making me come,” I reply with fierceness.
He chuckles hoarsely and then brings his lips right against my ear, still thrusting inside me, still pinning me onto the door. “Three,” he rasps. “One. Four. One. Five…”
With each number comes a punch of his cock, and they grow faster and deeper as he goes. When I understand what he’s doing, a breathy laugh pours out of me, quickly dismissed by throaty moans. As hot as it is, I end up focusing on the numbers more than the sex to make sure he isn’t messing up Pi.
Eventually, I put my hand over his mouth to make him shut up. “Less talking, more fucking,” I order, panting.
He smiles under my palm, his amused eyes locked on mine. He braces himself, repositioning his feet, and I know it means shit is getting serious.
He plows into me hard, shoving the entirety of his shaft inside of me each time, hitting my clit with the base of it. I’m so wet we can hear it, along with the rhythmic sound of our embrace, the ruffle of our clothes, the metallic buckle of his belt slapping between us…
It’s freakishly hot that we’re both fully dressed, with only my underwear off. It’s the first time in my life that I’m having sex like this. Like it’s impossible to stop. Like we have to do it or implode.
“Fuck! Yes! Aah… Don’t stop!”
He keeps thrusting as I shatter in his arms, his weight heavy against me to contain my blissful convulsions. While he seeks his own climax by ramming into me with intensity, he triggers a second orgasm, less intense than the first one. My shaky cries answer his loud groans as he comes with jerky moves.
For about a minute, he keeps me pressed on the door while we both pant, trying to get back to the land of the living.
His eyes linger on my lips when he looks down, and I know what he wants. A peck won’t smudge my lipstick, so I extend my neck to press my mouth on his. I stay there for several seconds and move back. He licks his lips with hunger, clearly wishing there could be more to it.
He lowers me to the floor, only letting me go when he’s sure my legs will hold me. I watch as he slips the condom out and ties a knot. We’re not doing the environment any favor with how much of these we go through, are we?
“I couldn’t wait until later tonight to have you. You’re so fucking alluring when you’re horny,” he rasps, softly kissing my temple.
The notion of a “later tonight” brings an unwelcome realization. “Shit… I can’t come to your room anymore. And you can’t come here either—the guys are just down the hall.”
He fishes out something from his back pocket, his pants still low on his hips, and hands me a key card. My eyes widen when I see the number on it. 504.
“You booked another room?”
“I did.”
Knowing he’s as eager as I am to share more of these intimate moments fills me with joy and contentment. I throw the card on the bed behind him, giving him a delighted grin. As I walk toward the bathroom, he stops me, grabbing me by the waist and pressing my back onto his front, his lips grazing the length of my throat. I’m tempted to give in, even though it isn’t reasonable.
“Lex… We need to get back downstairs,” I protest.
“We still have six minutes to be there on time,” he argues, his tongue leaving a burning wet line along my jugular.
“We already used your emergency condom,” I try.
“I have two more in my wallet.”
I laugh, amused by that fact. “Overkill much?”
“Not with you, no.”
I’m pressed onto the door again, but with my front this time, and he greedily pulls on my dress to unveil my bare lower half. “Don’t you ever get soft?” I complain when he presses his hardening dick between the mounds of my ass.
“Not when you’re around.”
He grinds into me, getting himself fully hard again, and I allow it, too weak to refuse him. But just as I accept that we’ll fuck again, everything comes to an abrupt end.
Not only do the three knocks on my door resonate loudly in my ears, but I alsofeeltheir vibrations on my front.
We both instantly freeze.
