“It’s okay, I came prepared,” she said, and she pushed away from the wall toward her suitcase. It took a superhuman effort to slide my hand out of her panties to let her go, but I did, following her across the room with my dick jutting from the open zipper of my jeans.
I sucked on my fingers as she dug through the suitcase, and when she turned and looked at me licking my hand clean, she gave a low laugh that went straight to my balls.
“God, you’re so sexy,” she said, laughing again, and I remembered how she’d giggled and smiled in the dressing room with me, how different it had seemed from her pouty ClosedDoors persona. She laughed because she was having fun and having fun withme.
I wantedthis, I realized. Well, okay, I wanted the sex too, but hearing her giggles and seeing her smile and have fun with me, I finally understood my uncertain feelings over her ClosedDoors post the other day. It didn’t bother me that she was sharing her body; even if I hadn’t known about her sex work, my own sexual history was hardly a study in monogamy. But knowing that she might befallingfor someone else, that someone else might be making her light up with laughter and might be occupying her thoughts...thatimaginary person I was jealous of.
Determined to see more of her smile, I licked my fingers all the more dramatically.
“I like a man who cleans his plate,” she teased, and I stepped forward, ready to stop this condom nonsense so I could bury my face in her pussy and show herexactlyhow I would clean a plate if given the opportunity, but then she began tossing brightly colored objects from one side of the suitcase to the other and my horny brain short-circuited.
“Are those toys?” I asked.
A naughty smile. “Obviously.”
“And lube?”
“Sugar cookie flavored.”
I stared at her Mary Poppins sex suitcase with my entire central nervous system on fire, unable to process the sheer amount of debauchery I could accomplish given enough time and enoughsuitcase access. Dizzy, delirious lust buzzed all over me, along my skin and in my chest and inside the throbbing stiffness currently shoving its way out of my jeans.
I hadn’t been bad inso long; I’d been such a good, good Nolan. I’d been so good that I’d forgotten how very exciting being badcould be.
Bee stood up with a condom in hand, her full lips curved in a knowing smirk as she saw how I was eyeing her suitcase. “A fellow connoisseur, I see.”
Without my being entirely aware of it, I’d dropped my hand to pump myself. “You could say that,” I said hoarsely, my eyes going back to the buzzy things and the pluggy things currently piled in her suitcase. My dick leapt in my hand just thinking about using them on her... or her using them on me.
“Come here,” she said, her voice huskier than normal, and then she swatted my hand away from my own flesh like it no longer belonged to me. She tore open the condom packet with her teeth—something I’d always found terminally sexy—and then pulled out the latex, sheathing me with a practiced smoothness that had my toes curling.
When she stole a hand down below to cup me, I lost it. I dug my hands into her hair and kissed her hard as I walked her back to the bed.
“Have to fuck,” I grunted, biting her lip and then spinning her around.
“Yeah, dude,” she panted as she and I both yanked at the waistband of her leggings. “That’s what I’ve been saying—” Her words cut off with a moan-giggle as I gave her now-bare ass a hearty smack and pushed her forward onto the bed.
I wish I could say that I slowed down to savor this moment, that I took my time as I knelt behind her on the bed and spanked her again, but I was a mess. I was a mess and she was a mess. We were both still mostly dressed—her leggings were pulled down just enough to expose the slick seam I was dying to get inside of—and we were already half-tangled in the hotel bed’s duvet and there were candy cane–shaped throw pillows everywhere.
She was telling me to hurry, hurry, hurry, and when I grabbed her hip and pressed the plump tip of my cock against her, she rocked back against me, trying to spear herself on my sex. “Come on,” she panted, looking back at me like I was denying her on purpose. “I can’t wait, don’t make me wait—ohshit.”
That was the first thrust, which brought me halfway into her wet, tight grip. She was slippery, wet enough to glisten from the light of the Christmas tree in the corner, but I still had to work for it, grabbing her hips with both hands and screwing myself into her with short, rough thrusts until I was completely buried. Sheer, shivery sensation rushed up my dick; it practically punched me in the stomach with a building orgasm that felt as brutal as it did urgent.
I dragged in several breaths to claw back some control, although I didn’t stop fucking. Icouldn’tstop. Short of Bee telling me to knock it off, nothing could have stopped me from sinking inside her over and over again. The literal bed could have been on literal fire, and I still would have been there, pumping into my girl like a man possessed.
“Oh shit,” I finally managed to echo, still hardly able to breathe because Bee Hobbes was sucking my soul out throughmy dick. I was maybe dying the world’s best death here on this plaid-and-candy-cane bed.
She seemed to be feeling something similar, because her head had dropped down between her shoulders and I could see her sides heaving as she breathed. “That’s good,” she said, sounding a bit uneven. “Nolan, that’s... really good.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Go deeper,” she begged, reaching between her legs. Her fingertips grazed me as she rubbed herself, and I groaned. “I need it deep. I never get it as deep as I want because we have to show certain angles for the camera—oh my God, yes, yes, exactly like that.God.”
I spread my knees to get more leverage and then pushed in as deep as I could go, giving her hard, filthy strokes as she moaned in front of me. Behind her like this, I could see the arch of her back and the spill of her hair, and I could see the way her supporting hand fisted in the cover as she started rocking back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her leggings around her thighs kept her legs cinched together, making everything tighter, hotter, as if I’d tied her up like this.
The thought had a gorgeous tension clenching hard at the base of my spine, and I went even harder, driving into her as she fell onto her stomach, laughing and moaning, and then bearing into her hard enough to scoot us closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, still half laughing, her face lit up with a smile as she turned her head to the side. Her hand was underneath her, still stroking, and even though I was fully on top of her now, her hips were restless and squirmy underneathmine, as if she needed more friction. I gave it to her, piercing her rough and deep, and I was going to come any minute—but not before she did, goddammit.
We were almost at the edge of the bed now, the blanket moving underneath us and sliding to the floor, and I could feel her tensing around my dick, could feel her fingers moving faster and faster. She choked out, “I’m going to—Nolan—holy fuck...”
