Page 160 of Wait for Him

"The carpet is comfortable. I'll just sleep here," Joseph announces.

I look down. He's on the floor.

When did he fall? Did I fall? No. I don't think I fell. Why didn't that fucker catch me if I did?

"Hello, this is Bennet Sullivan," Bennet answers, leaning his entire body against the wall. "I'm drunk and am prone to saying stupid things. How may I help you?"

A soft chuckle comes through the speaker.

"Hi, baby."

"Wifeeeeey!" Bennet yells, holding the phone up to his whole face.

"Wifeeeeey!" Derrick and Joseph echo, one from the wall and one from the carpet.

"Hey, boys. Are you all behaving?"

Their conversation starts floating away from me because the lobby has begun a slow rotation that I'm fairly certain wasn't included in the architectural plans.

Then I see a uniformed woman walking toward us with purpose.

I squint.

Belt. Badge. Oooooh. "Handcuffs."

***

Mother of fuck. Rose. Rose is here. Rose's mouth is on my cock, and the ceiling is spinning like a very lazy fan, and I don't care about the ceiling. Priorities. The amount of times I have dreamed of feeling Rose on top of me again, feeling her mouth on me, and now it’s finally happening.

She flicks her tongue along the bottom of the shaft, teasing me between sucks, making me shiver all over. I think I’m having a fucking out-of-body experience. Months. I've waited months for this. How many months? Ten? Math later.

“Oh my God,” I breathe.

I sit up and caress the back of her head. When did Rose dye her hair blonde? Don’t care. I toss my head back, eyes closing again because I never want her to stop. Never want to leave this hotel room. She can keep the blonde hair. I’ll adjust.

She sucks harder and grips my cock tighter at the base, shooting all my blood to the tip. Her tongue swirls; my balls tighten. Her tongue flicks; my hips thrust up. My hands fist the sheets, the pillows, anything I can reach.

“Baby, I’m... fuck, I’m going to come.” My hands make their way back to fist Rose’s long brown hair.

No. Blonde.

Right.

Fuck, I miss her dark wavy hair. But I’ll take her any way I can get her.

“Baby, please. I need you.”

Blissful, eyes closed, I barely register her moving above me until I feel the head of my cock brush her tight entrance.

“Fuck.” I blow out a breath and still as she inches forward. “Deep breaths, let me in.”

She sinks all the way down and I almost die.

Good death. Fine death.

“I need you to move, Marcus. I want you to move. I want to feel you moving in and out of me.”

Why is she calling me Marcus? Don't care. She said move. I move.