I didn’t think I could let him go.
Chapter Two
Harry
Rosakissedmeasif she were mine, as if we were two parts of one whole. It was incredible, life-altering. Nothing like I expected to find here when I’d made the desperate, last-minute booking to explore my kink, to get this fantasy out of my head so I could move the fuck on.
I’d come in my pants like some fourteen-year-old seeing their first pixelated tit on the internet. And I was ready to go again. Fucking miraculous woman.
Her soft body against mine was a thing of wonder, so I kissed her back, letting my palms run over everything I could touch. Down her spine, across her hips, along her soft stomach, before returning to her glorious boobs. Like this, it was easy to forget it was a game, a paid-for service.Rosa seemed so damn into it, into me, into the kink I’d asked for. There was something real flickering between us; there had to be.
She had me. She pulled me in and lived in that fantasy with me, letting me nurse from her, giving herself over. Of course, I knew it wasn’t real; she wasn’t full, there was no milk, but it was so fucking good to sink into that obsession I’d had since I first wrapped my hand around my cock.
My fiancée, Victoria, made a disgusted face when I brought it up for the first time, and ever since then, whenever we had sex, she kept her bra on. It was a tense thing between us, sex. She didn’t have a high drive, and often looked down on me a little when I tried to get something started. But she was pragmatic about it too, so at least there was that…
Fuck. And now it was official, I’d cheated on her. Kind of.
Was it bad that I didn’t care in the moment?
That having this insanely gorgeous woman on top of me, deep into the same kink, made it worth it? Worth it for me. Consequences could wait. Consequences were a problem for another day.
“Rosa,” I murmured against the woman’s lips. My cum was sticking to my boxers, cooling, a bit uncomfortable.
“Yes, baby?” she asked, and my cock twitched, ready to thicken back up and go for a second round. I hadn’t paid for that, though. Didn’t know the etiquette here. Was it all done after I came? Did I still have her for the full session? This was unchartered.
I was here after a drunken recommendation from a colleague, in the city overnight and desperate for this before I got married. It was fucking stupid. Evil. But… I pulled one of Rosa’s tits back into my mouth and rolled her nipple along my tongue, letting myself sink again into that subby role that was so unnatural for me in normal life, but so perfect here.
She whimpered and shook, her own orgasm still giving her delicious aftershocks. So fucking responsive. Again, too easy to forget this wasn’t real.
“Can I touch you some more?” I asked. “I know I’m probably supposed to leave now, but…”
“Please, Harry,” she whispered, her hands on my skin. “Please touch me more. I have nowhere else to be but right here with you…”
“I want to fuck you,” I admitted, shoving off the black wash of shame as Victoria’s face flashed through my head. “I want to be buried deep in your beautiful body.”
“I need that too,” she said, then leaned away, her gaze a little more serious. “We didn’t… that wasn’t…”
All I wanted to do was kiss her and live inside her, so I shook my head, ruining the moment for just a beat. “I’ll pay anything.”
Her brow furrowed, but I resisted the urge to run my thumb over the little divot. “It’s not that,” she said, then shook her head. “There are condoms in the bedside table.”
That was all the green light I needed. Almost giddy with excitement, I turned my torso, scrambling into the bedside table drawer to pull out a roll of condoms. Fuck, of course a sex club would have piles of the things stuffed everywhere they could be. I suppressed a laugh.
This place was immense.
When I focused back on Rosa, she was smiling. “Excited, are we?” she asked, teasing a little, though her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted. I think a bit of the façade dropped and some of the real Rosa showed through. Cheeky thing. Of course, I knew this wasn’t real. I knew she was faking this for me, but the fact she’d come meant she must have enjoyed it too, and there was no way she’d faked that; no one could fake it so good.
Studying her for a moment — her messed up hair, the smudge of makeup under her eyes, the way her soft body moved as she breathed, I had the urge to ask her a million questions about her job, but squashed it down.Now wasn’t the fucking time, Harry.
“Fuck, look at you,” I said, wanting to take control, to push her under a little now, to make her mine and drive my cock deep into her body while she whimpered. But that wasn’t discussed; that wasn’t planned. We looked into each other’s eyes, and she smiled wider, nodding in understanding.
“Tell me how you want me,” she demanded, though her voice remained soft and gentle.
She was naked, sitting on my lap with her wet pussy fluid mixing with the dampness of my cum seeping through my boxers. I needed them off, craved her hands on me some more. Needed to taste her everywhere. More than just her incredible tits, every damn inch of her beautiful body.
“Lay down,” I said. “And tell me if you don’t like anything.”
She nodded and slipped from my lap, and right away, my entire damn being ached for hers again. It felt wrong not to have her pressed against me. Rosa moved with confidence, crawling back on the bed and presenting her round ass, curving her spine to give me the best view of all of her.
