Landen~
In a surprise move, I was pacing the balcony of the hotel that I’d rented, and I still couldn’t believe that I was doing this-thatwewere doing this.
When I had texted Skylar with the meeting time, I had also been ready to text her my address. However, when she had texted me back, she had suggested using a hotel for our hookups. The saucy wench had even offered to pay for the room, which had immediately offended my male ego.
I had ended up calling her, and she had clearly explained how hooking up at home might give an air of comfortability that we didn’t need with our arrangement. Our homes were too comfy, and it’d be too easy to let our guards down. She had gone on to explain how hotels were cold enough not to confuse the situation. While I didn’t quite see it the same way, I hadn’t argued. I just wanted this woman inanybed with me, so I’d had no objections.
The knock on the door had me snapping out of my thoughts. Now, while I wouldn’t say that I was nervous exactly, the kiss that we had shared earlier had knocked me off my ass. Whatever created chemistry between two people, it had done a hell of a job with me and Skylar.
Opening the door, Skylar stood on the other side, and she was smiling like she was here for a friendly visit or a damn slumber party with her friends. “Hey.”
I wanted to rip her clothes off with my fucking teeth, and she was all happy salutations. “Get in here,” I growled.
She let out a lyrical laugh. “Eager, are we?”
I shut the door behind her. “If you must know, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve gotten laid.” I figured since this was just sex, and we were grown adults, honesty would be the best form of communication here.
“Awe, a whole sixty days,” she mocked theatrically. “How do you even manage to function?”
“And how long has it been for you?”
Her lips twitched. “About three,” she admitted. “But that’s because I haven’t been going out much. I’ve been helping my parents renovate their house. They bought it years ago and want to update some things.” The look that she gave me was daring me to judge her.
“Come here,” I commanded, and God bless baby angels everywhere, because she obeyed, getting my dick hard as fucking steel.
When she was standing right in front of me, she asked, “Yes?”
“I like it hard and rough,” I told her. Again, honesty was the key to this, and I planned on being completely honest with her. “I like it dirty, and I like itmyway.”
“Safe-word hard and rough?” she asked, but she didn’t sound put off by it.
I shook my head. “No. Bruises rough,” I clarified. “Bottoming-out-against-your-fucking-womb hard. Wrapping-my-hand-around-your-throat rough. Making-you-scream-at-me-to-stop hard.”
Those baby blue eyes of hers dilated, and my dick noticed. “And how dirty?”
“I want to cum on your face,” I told her truthfully. “I want to rub my cum on your skin. I want to call you my dirty little slut while you choke on my cock, then fuck you like a whore.”
“And what do I get to do to you?” she asked, not put off by any of my kinks at all.
“Whatever the fuck you want,” I answered. “As long as you’re not shoving anything up my ass, or calling in another guy to finish the job, I’m game for it all, baby.”
“Even if I want you to fuck me outside on that balcony?” she challenged.
“If you think that I have a problem fucking you in public, I don’t,” I clarified for her. “However, you might want to think on that a little more since this is supposed to be a secret.”
I watched as Skylar licked her lips. “You might have a point on the balcony,” she conceded.
“But it’s not off the table completely,” I quickly stated. I wanted to be the man that satisfied all her needs, even if this was just sex.
Skylar smirked. “Well, then…show me what you’ve got, Rush.”
Given the green light, I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to inhale all her air. I wanted to consume her. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. I wanted to devour her tits, stick my face between her thighs, then bury my dick in all three of her orifices. However, I had a point to prove.
This was just sex.
This was just sex, and we were both here to prove that we could do this without getting tangled up in anything more. So, instead of treating her like my lover, I went with treating her like a sex object.
I reached back, grabbed the collar of my shirt, then pulled it up and over my head. As soon as Skylar saw what I was about, she kicked off her sandals, then started unbuttoning her jeans.
