Did You Mean It? [MF] [Oral] [Public] [cheating]

“Is he asleep?” the message I’ve been waiting for finally flashes across my screen.

“Yes.”

“Open the door, Slut.”

Holding on to my phone, I sneak out of bed, tip-toe across the hotel room, grabbing a room key as I go, and crack open the door just enough to peer out, keeping the light spilling in from the hallway from reaching the bed. I wonder what he has arranged for me to do. I look out into the hall and there HE was. Owen.

I feel my lungs empty as my heart starts to race. I lick my lips and swallow hard as he smiles. My knees literally go weak at the sight of him smiling at me there in the hallway. Thankfully, my grip on the door and the wall are enough to keep me upright. It’s only our second time being face to face, but I know I will never tire of this man.

“You just gonna stare at me?” He says, with a chuckle.

Oh that chuckle slays me. Makes me want to take off my pjs and jump on him right there in the hallway. I glance back at my husband sleeping soundly and then slip out into the hall, closing the door gently behind me. As soon as I turn back to him, his arms engulf me, crushing me against his chest. I wiggle my arms free and slide my hands up his shoulders, briefly toying with the collar of his button up shirt, before bringing my hands to rest on the back of his neck, intertwining my fingers.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, as I stare at his lips, desperate to feel them on mine. He leans his forehead down to mine and walks me back against the wall. I flash back to the last time we were in a hotel hallway together, him chasing me as I ran. Anticipation rolls through my body at the memory.

In a low, gruff voice, he says, “you told me if I came here, if I got the room next to yours, we’d wake your husband up to your screams through the wall. That you’d let me take you in the hall, against your room door. That you’d let me take you in your room, bent over the foot of your bed. Let him wake up to your face in ecstasy as I fuck you. Did. You. Mean. it?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly while gazing into his eyes, “Every word.”

“THAT is what I’m doing here.” His hands snake around my neck, his thumbs just under my jaw, tilting my head back, and he crushes his lips to mine. Our tongues begin a frenzied dance. My hands slide back to his shirt collar, pulling him hard against me. Kissing him as deep as I can. Feeling his body pressed firmly against my front and the wall, hard and unforgiving, against my back. My body ignites with his touch. I arch my back to get even closer to him, feeling my nipples harden against his chest.

I’m suddenly self conscious that I’m dressed in an oversized, paint stained t-shirt and loose, comfy shorts, my hair up in a messy bun. Not exactly the definition of sexy. He doesn’t seem phased as his hands roam down my chest, taking advantage of the lack of a bra, his thumbs grazing my nipples.

“Mmmm,” I moan into his mouth as he pinches both nipples at the same time. He breaks the kiss and I feel his lips turn up into a smile against my mouth.

“You like that, Slut?”
“Mhmm,” I squeak out, nodding my head slightly as he pinches even harder. His body is flat against mine, touching everywhere, but it’s not enough. I need more of him. I move my hands up into his hair at the base of his neck, scratching his scalp as my fingers twine into his thick, dark hair, and suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

I know I’m overstepping, but I’ve been dreaming of touching him again, tasting him again, since the first time we were in a hotel together, so many months ago. I lift a leg off the ground and wrap it around his waist, pulling him even tighter against me. Feeling his impressive bulge against my wet pussy. Bigger than my husband, I remember it well. .

“Easy, Fucktoy. Plenty of time for that later.” He says as he breaks away from my kiss and pushes my leg back down to the ground. “You have a hallway promise to fulfill, first.”

He moves me into the alcove for my room door, and backs me up against the door. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes. I look up at him as I slide down the door, onto my knees, eyes locked on his the entire time. He unzips his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation, feeling my mouth water at the thought of it being filled by his cock. I bite my lip as he springs his hard cock free of his boxers and it nearly hits my face.

I dart my tongue out to graze the underside of his cock, still staring up into his deep, brown eyes.There’s that grin again. He’s so sexy. I open my mouth to take in the tip of his cock and swirl my tongue around the base of the head. He sucks in air and bites his lip. I pull back until his cock almost leaves my mouth, and then slide my mouth further down his cock than the first time. He closes his eyes and tips his head back, using his arms to brace his upper body against the door behind me. I pull back and then take even more of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head the entire time. Then I push my tongue firmly against the underside of his cock and suck lightly as I pull back again. I revel in the salty taste of his pre-cum. I crave his taste.

“Ohhhhhh, yessssss” he hisses. His hips begin to thrust against my mouth, each one pushing his cock just a little deeper into my mouth than the last. His pace is a little faster than mine was, and I’m getting spit all over my face as he thrusts back in. His cock starts to hit the back of my throat. I love having my face fucked in this bright hotel hallway, where anyone could walk by, at any moment.

He digs his fingers into my hair at the top of my head, giving a slight tug while making a fist. It stings a tiny bit and he uses my hair to shove my face up against his thighs. His cock at the back of my throat makes me gag, but he just holds me there. The tip of his dick is blocking my airway and I cannot breathe. I bring my hands to his thighs, ready to shove away in panic.

His voice brings me back to my senses. “Look at me,” he commands, sternly. I meet his eyes and warmth spreads through me as I calm down. “Do you need to breathe?” He asks.

I give a slight nod of my head and he pulls out of my mouth just enough that I can take a deep breath through my nose. “Good girl. Now one more.” I take another long breath through my nose and he shoves my head back against him. I don’t break eye contact with him this time. My eyes fill with water as I gag on his cock going down my throat. He holds me against him until I’m sure I’m going to pass out. He grins and once again, the rising panic subsides. He pushes my head away the slightest bit and I’m able to breathe.

“Are you ok, sweet whore?”

“Mhmm” I whimper against his cock while I focus on filling my lungs.
“Good. Again.” And he shoves my head back against him, this time thrusting while he did. Every last inch of him is in my mouth and sliding down my throat. I gag hard and my eyes overflow, black tears streaking down my cheeks. He begins to thrust in and out of my mouth, one hand fisted in my hair the entire time, the other holding his body up, as he leans against the door behind me, using my mouth for his pleasure.

We hear people down the hall, heading our way. I look up at him, wondering what he is going to do, as he leans his shoulders back to glance down the hall at them. He simply shoves me deep into the corner of the alcove and thrusts all the way into my mouth, holding me there, while he digs his wallet out of his pocket and acts like he’s looking for the room key. They pass us, loud and likely drunk, without even looking our way.

He looks back down at me with a mischievous grin on his face and begins pumping into my face, fast and deep. I keep gagging as he hits the back of my throat, I’m choking on spit and pre-cum as I try to breathe, and my eyes are streaming, but I think he can tell I’m smiling. I was made for this. For him. To make him groan like he is now. To make him cum.

Abruptly, he stops. I let out a small whine at the sudden emptiness as he pulls out. He drags me up the door by my hair and zips his pants. He nuzzles against my ear as I slouch against the door, panting. He all but growls against my ear “I think it’s time we wake your husband with your screams.”

To be continued…

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