I met his eyes. “Fuck me.”
It was blurted and unnecessary. He chuckled and it was made of smoke, curling and dark. The stranger came down on his forearms. Tilted his hips away to slide most of his length back out. Then plunged in.
Fucked me.
He wasn’t in a hurry. It didn’t matter. Someone else could show up on this floor now or in ten minutes, or never. He plumbed in and out, taking full advantage, the initial disbelief on his features melting into unexpected pleasure.
Full and then not full. Over and over. I spread myself to it, rocked up against him. The flex of his leg under the arch of one stockinged foot I’d curled around to lock him in. My other heel dug into the carpet so I wouldn’t go sliding.
Our breath came short, the only sound now on the empty floor. Grunts as we worked together, milking the opportunity for what we could take.
The fucking came with more force. A jerk of hips to punctuate every thrust, and I wanted to take all of him in. To just eat him with my cunt, and I turned my face to the side to bite my teeth into his wrist where he braced himself next to my head.