Page 26 of Room Service

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Trent

I’d been trying to get her out of my head all day. I wasn't the type of guy to ponder. Fuck! I never did that, but with Jessi, the more I tried to get her out of my mind, the more she popped back into it. I felt like some lovesick teenager and I hated it. It was as if she was taunting me on purpose, because the moment I did finally go through a good couple of hours of not thinking about her, it was brought to a dramatic end as I bumped into her.

Instead, I’d let myself get lost in her expression. I hadn't seen her for years, and sudden longing hit me to have her in my arms, no matter how accidental. She wasn’t pulling away from me either, and because of that I wasn’t immediately pushing her away. In fact, my instincts in that moment were begging for me to pull her closer to me instead.

So sweet, I thought. So intoxicatingly sweet, the one thing about her that hadn't changed over the years.

She had changed though, so much. And now, with her held in my arms, there was no running from it.

Her hair was a light blonde-brown, falling to her waist, parted in the middle and pushed back away from her face. Before, she’d had bangs that hid her face. I approved of the hairstyle change, and hoped she’d done it realizing she’d never needed to hide in the first place; she’d always been beautiful, she’d only grown more so.

Jessi’s eyes were a light brown that was made that much lighter by the shades in her hair, varying from darkest brown to a golden blond, and they looked like they were dancing every time she smiled. She rarely smiled at me, so I’d only ever got to see the look when it was aimed at other people.

She was also as small as she’d ever been. At five foot five, I was a head taller than her. But the body pressed against mine was nowhere near the skinny, gangly teenager I remembered.

Fuck, I was in trouble.

Jessi was all warm, soft curves, and the moment that sunk into my mind, I knew I needed to pull away before she noticed my body starting to stir. I’d pretty much been half hard the whole day because of her, but I’d got a handle on it until now. It would be too humiliating, even though she looked a little bit tipsy, to let her know just how much she affected me when my first instinct around her was usually to dismiss her.

But she wouldn’t let me withdraw. Instead, she kissed me. Only, it wasn’t the same innocent press of lips as before, her tongue sliding into my mouth at my gasp of surprise. Then I was kissing her back.

She was too sweet to resist, and I gave into my decades of longing for something warm and wonderful, just this once. There would be repercussions, but I could deal with them later.

Minutes later, I had her in my room, in my bed and under me as I slid into her.

It felt amazing…

It was hardly my first time having sex. I’d lost my virginity pretty early on because I didn’t think it was anything too important to hold onto. Though it might have been my imagination, it was different with Jessi.

She moaned under me, her legs tightening around my waist as her nails dug into my lower back. My eyes fluttered open as my head ducked down, and I caught her eyes.

“What is it?” I whispered, moving my hips just slightly, and watching in fascination as her eyes widened and she let out a few gasps as she squirmed again.

It affected me too, of course, and I couldn’t help letting out a low groan as I moved some more.

I want this to last.

The thought was a surprise when it popped into my mind, but I went with it. I moved one of my forearms to brace myself up on the other one, and wrapped an arm around Jessi’s waist, lifting her hips slightly. I moved in slow thrusts, circling my hips as I did, searching for all her hot spots.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

I hid my face in her shoulder, realizing we hadn't had much foreplay. It was such a damn waste because it would have been so much more fun if I could have taken my time to make her go crazy with lust before I fucked her. I’d skipped a few steps in my impatience.

There’s always next time, I thought, and grinned.

“Trent,” Jessi said through her pants, nails digging even harder into my back to the point I thought she wanted to draw blood on purpose.

I hummed to let her know I was listening but didn’t stop kissing all over her cheek and down to her neck, pausing here and there for a nip and a light suck. I had a moment where I was tempted to leave some mark on her. The impulse was so strong I almost did it and only managed not to by pulling myself away at the last minute.

We both worked at the hotel, but I knew it would be harder for Jessi to explain the kind of mark I wanted to leave.

“I loved it especially when you were moving,” she admitted. “Can we please go back to that?”

I chuckled and nipped on her chin.

“Whatever you want, Jessi,” I murmured, then moved.