I stand before the door to room 309, hoping that no one is around to see me in such an unexpected place. That wouldn’t stop me, exactly, but I’d like to preserve Hayley’s dignity if I can. In the eyes of other people, at least. There’s no need for dignity between us tonight.
The past six hours of my life were spent in the car chasing a whim. Six hours to find Hayley, alone in a hotel in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere, with our coworkers sleeping in rooms around us, and fuck her brains out.
I feel like shit. Sitting in the car for so long always does a number on me, and this time I’m almost certain that someone replaced a few of my vertebrae with a bowling ball. My knees creak like a rusty weather vane as I walk, and my feet are swollen and ready to burst from my shoes. I’m sweaty and hungry and I probably look like hell.
But I made it to her. It’ll be worth it.
I raise my hand and knock. It’s terribly loud in the empty hallway, and utterly out of place. I imagine myself alone in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere with someone pounding on my door out of the blue, and I realize that Hayley probably thinks she’s about to be carted off to a foreign country with bricks of cocaine shoved down her throat. Perhaps I should have texted instead.
But then come footsteps on the other side of the door. The sound of plastic and metal scraping as she opens the peephole. A long pause, then the handle turns and the door flies open.
Hayley.
My heart pounds as I drink in the sight of her: raven hair hanging in lawless curls past her shoulders; long, slender legs stretching down to toes tipped in vibrant pink; arms crossed against the cold over tantalizingly busty breasts. She’s a tiny thing, but she fills my vision absolutely.
She’s wearing short shorts and a ballerina patterned shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever considered ballerina pajamas sexy, but there’s a first time for everything.
“Connor! What are — oh!” I cut her off by pressing her against the wall behind her. The door is open and I’m suddenly in and closing it behind me. There’s no time for talk.
She raises her hands, perhaps to push me away, but instead I grab them and pin them above her head. I lean in and kiss her. At first she stiffens, her mouth closed tight, but then she opens to me and her tongue follows. She melts against me and I know she’s mine.
This is long overdue. We’ve danced around each other for years now, touches and comments ebbing and flowing as we constantly tested the waters and found them deeper every day. Finally, after all the guessing and taunting and teasing she is in my arms and I marvel at the feel of her. I’m acutely aware of her chest as it heaves against mine, and suddenly I’m harder than I’ve ever been before.
We break apart, staring each other down as we gasp for breath. Her eyes drill into mine with naked need. Yes, these are the same fuck-me eyes that set this whole chain off so long ago. I let it go the first time, thinking it was just a passing fancy on her part. I won’t make the same mistake now.
Before she can speak I spin her around and press myself against her back, making sure she can feel my excitement. “I’m going to clean up, and then I’m going to fuck you. Get yourself ready.” I shove her toward the bed and head to the bathroom.
Once I’m in and alone, I undress and inspect the show Hayley is about to get. Not too shabby. My hair is a dark mess and my eyes are tired, and I’m probably a bit paler than she’d like, but my chest and back are defined muscle and even my abs are starting to show. And my package? I wiggle it around for full appraisal and nod to myself. It’s not one for the record books, but I think she’ll be pleasantly surprised.
My arms, though… Maybe it’s just the angle? I turn and flex through a few poses, but no such luck. They’re just skinny today. Desperate times, then: I drop to the ground and pump out some naked-in-a-bathroom push-ups. I hope Hayley doesn’t hear as I gasp my way through the impromptu workout.
They do the trick. Satisfied, I jump in the shower for a quick rinse, chug some mouthwash, then wrap myself in a towel. I put my glasses on and realize they’re completely fogged.
For fuck’s sake.
I leave the glasses behind and exit the bathroom in a cloud of steam. As I step out I hear a strange crinkling and something like a drawer slamming. Odd. But Hayley is laying where I left her, and I don’t stop to wonder about the sound. I need her, now.
She sits up as I approach. I can’t tell where she’s looking, but her head tilts as she takes me in and she lets out an appreciative grunt. I think she cocks an eyebrow when she notices I’m not wearing glasses. That’s just a guess, though, because I’m still far enough away that her face is a blur.
I motion her to rise. She does, and I grab her tiny ass and pull her in for another kiss. She tastes like pretzels.
Did she really eat pretzels while waiting to get laid?
“I got hungry,” she explains.
Well then.
Not one to let a few salty treats deter me, I lift her up and sit on the bed with her straddling my hips. Her hands find their way around my arms, my chest, my back, then my arms again. She can’t get enough of me, and the realization drives me wild. My own hands still on her bottom, I rock her against me so she knows the full length of my hardness.
“Like what you feel?” I ask. She nods. “Good, because it’s better than pretzels. Promise.” She blushes, and I toss her onto her back on the bed.
Somehow she’s managed to make it this far fully clothed. I grab her shorts and the panties under them and pull them down, revealing a smooth, plump, and very ready pussy.
Hayley props herself up on her elbows and open her legs wide. My face must betray my lust, because she laughs and says, “Like what you see? It’s more fun than push-ups. Promise.” Snarky bitch. How did she know?
Never mind that. I run my hands up her thighs, watching her skin pebble under my touch, then back down to her feet. Rubbing, tickling, teasing. She watches me with amusement, then shoots a questioning look at the bulge straining against my towel. I’m not quite ready for that, though. I grab her ankles and pull her towards me, then lower my head between her legs.
She arches toward me as my breath lights upon her, but I ignore that for now. I start kissing her thighs, working my way around her pussy, up her stomach. I know I’m just dragging out the inevitable, but she can suffer a few minutes of teasing after the years I endured. I want to hear her to beg for it.
As I make my way toward her navel she pulls her top off, then guides my head to her cleavage. Her other hand snakes behind her back and unlatches her bra. She pushes the straps from each shoulder with agonizing slowness.
It takes forever but finally, finally…I stop and stare as the bra falls from her tits. God damn, but I’ve waited a long time for this. Her heavy breasts are capped with dark areola and thick nipples, and they prickle with goose bumps as the cold air hits them. Sharp tan lines have them half bronzed and half milky white.
There’s so much I want to do with them and to them, but I start by taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I smile at the resulting moan.
This is heaven.
As I work my way around her breasts and chest and neck, her head bends over mine and she reaches out, trailing her hands down my spine. Her touch is electric. A moan of my own escapes as she runs her nails over the small of my back, sending shivers through my spine. Her fingers dance down, and down, until finally they find the knot in my towel and tug. It pools beneath me.
Suddenly she has both hands wrapped around my cock. She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Maybe it’s not that your pants are too tight after all.”
Fuck that was hot. I resist the sudden urge to let her have her way with me. Instead I say, “That was a dirty trick.”
Her hands squeeze me. “You said you were going to fuck me. Can’t do that with a towel on.”
“Good point.” I push her down again. That’s close enough to begging for me.
This time when she arches against me I don’t shy away. Instead I reach my tongue out and oh so lightly run it along her lips. Her legs tremble in response and I taste her a second time, deeper, then a third, then I’m kissing and nibbling and sucking as she writhes beneath me.
I fall into a rhythm to match her quickening breath. Her legs tighten around my head; her hands pull at my hair. I work my fingers in, tentative at first, but she seems receptive so I match the rhythm there as well.
Pleasure and pain. My jaw starts to burn and I can hardly breathe. Now she’s grinding against my face and I shift my focus to her clit. Heaving breaths, legs shaking. I feel her pulse beneath my tongue and around my fingers. Moans turn to words (“Oh God, oh fuck”) and she grabs my head and pulls it against her, hard. She bucks into me once, twice, then pushes me away with a yell as she climaxes.
A brief moment of recovery. I catch my breath as watch her quiver on the bed, her face pressed into a pillow. Deep down I know that I should give her some time to collect herself, but my need is too strong.
The pillow is still over her face when I flip her onto her stomach and pull her toward the edge of the bed and onto her knees. She’s still shaking as I press the tip of my cock against her lips. “Get me in,” I tell her. She does as she’s told, backing her ass toward my hips. My eyelids shudder as I enter her one slow inch at a time. Back, and back, and back, and then I’m fully in, the warmth and wet enveloping me and I nearly come then and there.
“Holy fuck,” I say. She starts working back and forth against me, the walls of her pussy gripping my cock like a vice. This won’t take long.
I thrust with her, slow at first, savoring the pressure I feel as I throb within her, then faster as the wetness lets me move with more freedom. She reaches back and starts to rub herself while I work. Faster, and faster, and I know now that I’m just using her for my own pleasure but I don’t care. She’s yelling in time with my thrusts (“Yes! Fuck me! Yes!”), in time with the sound of my hips slapping against her, and as I wrap my hands around her waist I feel the familiar fire building throughout my shaft.
I’m grunting with her now and she knows I’m close.
“Come in me, Connor,” she says. “Come in me now.” I don’t need to be told twice.
I thrust in fully and every muscle in my body clenches as I spill into her in waves. Years of desire lead to the moment, and ecstasy takes me, lightning from toes to fingers, my cock spasming as I spill and spill and spill, and then as suddenly as it came on it’s over, and I’m softening in her as my come dribbles down our legs.
I guide her down onto the bed beneath me and exit her. She rolls over to face me, her naked chest pressing against mine for the first time, and she runs her hands over my face as our breath slows together.
We lay like that for some time, enjoying the moment.
Until my stomach rumbles. With a smile she reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a giant bag of pretzels.”Want some before round two?”
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