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His scent is overwhelming as I breathe him in.
He leans down to set his glass on the floor, and he spins so quickly I nearly fall off balance. “Jolene Bailey crawling on her knees for me. Now that’s a sight for my dreams tonight.”
“Be a good boy and it won’t have to just be in your dreams.”
“I think I can get behind a drunk JoLo.” He moves in behind me so we’re in the doggy style position, the only thing between us his shorts. I feel the hard length of his cock as he aligns it to my slit, and the feeling is absolutely glorious. “Literally.” He leans forward and reaches around under my shirt to cup my breast, and he plays with my nipple a bit.
I moan, and he chuckles softly as he massages my breast. I feel his lips against my neck, the scruff on his jaw that was absent when we were seventeen rough and sexy against my sensitive skin. He lets go of my breast and reaches between my legs to plunge a finger into me.
“Oh God,” I moan as he drives his finger into me. He adds another finger as his lips drag along my neck.
“Fuck, Jolene. I love how wet you are for me. How ready. How much you want this.”
I try to come up with some witty response, but words fail me as incoherent sounds escape from my lips. I’m close, so close, and he can tell. He gets rougher and more aggressive as his fingers pick up the pace, driving into me again and again as I push my hips back against him. I still feel his cock through his shorts cradled near my ass, and while that’s still virgin territory, I can’t help but feel like I want to give it to him. I want to give him everything.
The impending climax has my body aching everywhere for him just as he pulls his fingers out of me. I grind back against his cock, desperate for friction, desperate for him, but he flips me over so I’m lying on my back and he’s still on his knees between my legs.
“Are you on the pill?” he demands.
“A little late to be ask—” I begin with a whopping dose of sass, but he leans down and cuts me off with his lips on mine.
He pulls back to talk, his words hot against my mouth. “Tell me you’re on the fucking pill.”
“I get the shot,” I say against his lips, and the second the words are out, he leans up, reaches into his shorts, pulls out his cock, and plunges it into me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out as my back arches off the bed at the feel of his length inside me again. I clutch fistfuls of the white hotel sheets while he fucks me fast and rough, his hips slamming against mine over and over as he hovers above me.
I was already chasing an orgasm, but it’s really on now as it builds and tightens inside me. He leans forward to kiss me but detours for my neck, where he grunts hotly against my skin. He thrusts harder, faster, furiously, as if he can’t get far enough inside me, and all it does is push me completely over the edge.
My body seizes with pleasure that ricochets through me as I tighten my grip on the sheets. I scream his name through it as he keeps grinding violently against me, and all I can do is ride out the pleasure he’s giving me as I nearly black out from how insanely good he feels, how incredibly hot this moment is.
Just as the jolts start to wane, he stiffens over me with his own release, his lips still on my neck as he grunts out a string of curses. He fills my pussy with every last drop he has to give, and then he collapses on top of me for a few beats.
I let go of the sheets where I’m still clutching them, not realizing how tightly I was holding onto them until I flex my fingers a little, and I wrap my arms around his back. He lifts his head and drops his lips to mine lazily. He’s still inside me, and I feel his cock twitch like it’s not quite ready to let go.
I’m not ready for him to let go, either.
I’m not sure I ever want him on the outside again, not when I’ve felt him twice tonight, not when I know how good we could be together.
Except we can’t, and the reminder hits me as he eventually pulls out. His come leaks from my pussy and onto the hotel sheets, seemingly a symbol of the messiness of our entire relationship, and a deep sadness seems to creep into its void.
I’m not sure how we go back to Vegas and live our lives again without each other…not after the night we’ve shared.
Because it only took one night, and I’m in as deep as I was when I was fifteen.
The mere thought of it is terrifying.
CHAPTER 19: LINCOLN
Of course we’re on the same flight on the way back home, but this time we’re not seated beside each other.
It’s unfortunate since this is the time I would’ve preferred that, but it’s likely better this way given that if we were sitting together I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her, and I can’t touch her in public spaces. Even on a plane. Under a blanket.
God, last night was…unexpected, as I told her, and I can’t stop seeing her face as I plowed her cunt last night.
Her eyes heavy, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
I want it again. And again.
