I went to the edge of the bed, positioning myself between his legs. Lowering myself to my knees, Sean’s breath hitched as I leaned in, my hot breath fanning over the head of his cock.
I kissed the tip gently, my eyes never leaving his, before taking him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive ridge as he twitched and pulsed against my lips. I hummed in appreciation; the vibration making him groan and buck his hips.
“Fuck, Beth,” he gasped, his hands tangling in my hair. “You’ve got to stop or I won’t last.”
I pulled off with a pop, giving him a mischievous smile. “Where’s your famous self-control, Mr. Motivational Speaker?”
“All gone, right out the fucking window.”
I laughed, teasing as I slid the rubber over his dick, admiring the gorgeous view.
“Can’t wait to ride this bad boy,” I said, mounting him and easing him inside. We both groaned as he filled me up, hitting all the right spots. I started moving, loving how his thick cock slid in and out, stretching me in a slightly painful, yet completely delicious way.
Fuck.It’d been forever since I’d clicked with someone like this. It kinda freaked me out how much I wanted him.
Sean grabbed my hips, staring into my eyes while I bounced on his cock. “Goddamn,” he grunted, voice husky with lust. “Use me how you want, Beth. I’m all yours.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I picked up the pace. The headboard thumped against the wall in time with our frantic rhythm; the sound spurring us on. Sean’s hips rose to meet mine, his fingers digging into my flesh as we moved in perfect synchronicity.
“Oh, fuck, Sean!” My head fell back, letting my hair ripple down my back as a guttural moan burst from my lips. “I’m so damn close. Right there...” I hissed, my body coiling tighter with need.
But just as I was teetering on the brink, Sean’s hands slid down my back to grip my ass. He lifted me off him, earning a protest. “Sean, what?—”
He cut me off with a searing kiss, standing from the bed with me still wrapped around him. In one swift motion, he pressed me against the wall, his cock driving deep inside me.
“Oh, my God!” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. The new position allowed him to thrust even deeper, stimulating every inch of me.
“You fucking like that, don’t you, Beth?” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.
“Yes!” I moaned, my head falling back as he pounded into me. “Yes, right there?—”
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” Sean grunted, his hips slamming against mine. “Take it all, baby.”
I whimpered, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. “Fuck, Sean... I can’t... It’s too much...”
He chuckled darkly, nipping at my neck. “Oh, you can take it. And you will.”
His fingers dug into my thighs, surely leaving bruises as he held me up. The rough texture of the wall scraped against my back with each powerful thrust, a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure coursing through me.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Scream for me, Beth. Let everyone hear how much you love my cock.”
His words got me over the edge. I dug my nails into his shoulders, my back arching away from the wall as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Sean! Oh my God, Sean!” I screamed, not caring who might hear. My entire body shuddered, clenching around him as the orgasm ripped through me like a hurricane.
“Fuck, Beth—” Sean’s rhythm faltered as I pulsed around him. His fingers dug deeper into my thighs, his face buried in my neck as he thrust once, twice more before groaning deeply. He throbbed inside me as he came, his powerful body trembling against mine.
For a long moment, we stayed there, pinned against the wall, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. My legs were like jelly, and I wasn’t sure I could stand if he let me go.
“Jesus Christ,” Sean muttered against my skin, his voicerough. With surprising tenderness, he carried me to the bed, still joined, before gently laying me on the sheets. He collapsed beside me, tugging me against his chest with a possessive gentleness that made my heart skip. My body melted into his warmth, our skin still slick with sweat.
I smiled, savoring the afterglow. As I lay there in Sean’s arms, listening to the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart against my ear, I felt a peace that was utterly foreign.
As if sensing my contentment, he tightened his embrace, his lips brushing my hair. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, meaning it more than I’d meant anything in a long time. “I’m great.”
I stayed perfectly still, tracing the lines of the tattoo on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. I listened as the strong, steady beat of his heart slowed, his breathing deepening until it evened out into the quiet rhythm of sleep. For a few precious moments, everything was perfect.
And then, in the silence of the hotel room, the quiet was shattered by the screaming of my own thoughts.
