Then Solo started to move again, and it was the most painful yet pleasurable experience I had ever felt.
Solo tongued me down as he held my waist and fucked me. A was going slowly; he was careful not to be too rough.
Solo broke the kiss and then grabbed me by both sides of my face as I whimpered.
“Focus on me; you're doing so good. You take dick so good.” He praised me. It made me cum faster and harder than I had anticipated.
“Damn, I’m cumming!” I cried out after just a couple of minutes.
“Fuck, you’re about to make me cum. Get up.” Solo rasped.
A slid out of me, and I lazily got up from Solo’s dick just in time to see ropes of his cum shooting from the tip of it.
I lay on my stomach lazily before A climbed back on me. He finished what he had started. He eased back into me and fucked my ass until we both came.
I rolled onto my back, and I was dozing off. I opened my eyes to see Solo standing at the side of the bed. He was putting on his clothing to leave. I was officially tapped out. But I didn’t expect us to all fall asleep together and cuddle.
Once he was dressed, I walked him to the door of the hotel. Once we were in the living room, he backed me into the wall and kissed me.
“I need that again.” He groaned as he pinched my nipple through the material of my robe.
“I hear you.”
He traced my lip with his finger and then stuck it into my mouth.
“Yeah, I’ma need that.” He chuckled, doubling down.
“See you later,” I smirked as I rubbed his dick. He opened the door and then disappeared behind it.
I chuckled once it shut. I was just on “demon time” tonight. But there was no way that I would fuck Solo again. He had a big dick, the curve was nice, and he was very aggressive, which I liked. But again, not every interview got a call back.
The door closed softly, and then I turned around and went back into the room with A. He was lying on his back with his forearm over his face.
“You want to take a shower with me?” I asked. I had to wash all this lube off my body. There was no way I’d sleep comfortably otherwise.
He didn’t answer, just got off the bed and took another shot of whatever kind of cognac that was.
We got in the shower, normally it was sensual, and he was always touchy-feely with me. But tonight it was different, and now that we were alone, I was going to figure out why.
“A what’s wrong? And before you lie and tell me it’s nothing. It’s clearly something.” I asked as I sat down on him, waiting for his response.
He chuckled, and then he looked up at me. He looked me dead in my eyes and said, “I didn’t think I was going to care. But I don’t want to see another nigga touching you at all.”
The words had me taken aback a little. I didn’t expect him to be jealous about Solo. I guess if I had known that, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. At least not with him.
“So why didn’t you tell me?” I asked him.
“Shit caught me off guard; I didn’t realize it until I saw y’all kiss, and I wanted to shoot him.” He shrugged.
He wasn’t the only person caught off guard. I snorted. Then I composed myself.
“A, please. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, ever. You should have said something.” That was me, honestly speaking. We had spent so much time together over the last few months that I knew feelings would soon develop. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like him. He was a sweet man, and he made me feel good. But I just knew that there would be a moment when that would abruptly turn off, and that wasn’t fair to him.
“I’m good, baby.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m cool.” He said.
