“Don’t fight it, Kalie. Come all over my cock, baby.”
Holy fucking shit.
My toes curled and my eyes rolled back when I reached that perfect peak of my orgasm. I rode it out, letting it take control of my body. With my body shaking while I came down, I felt him pulse inside of me. He dropped down, leaving his weight on me briefly before rolling off.
Out of insecurity, I pulled the sheet up to surround me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
If I could, I would have told him that it was the most amazing experience I’d ever had. I could not have asked for a better first time.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he replied in a clipped tone.
He pulled his jeans back on and stood from the bed, looked at me while he threw his red and white flat baseball cap back on. I tried not to perve too much at him, but my God, he looked incredible. His eyes were set in stone, with absolutely no emotion in them whatsoever. And I internally winced from the look he was giving me.
“I can go?” I questioned, looking around the room for my clothes. His face fell and he stopped what he was doing.
“Don’t. Just give me a minute. I shouldn’t have done that, it was a weak move. Get into bed. I’ll be back in a second.” He came over, kissed me on the head and walked out of the hotel room.
Should I have told him to put a shirt on?
He shouldn’t be walking around in low, dark denim jeans, with nothing else on but his flat baseball cap. He would give women a heart attack. That encounter was weird, the man did not care about how blunt he was, and he sure as hell didn’t care about hiding his true feelings. He was more than a little intimidating.
Closing the hotel door, I walked out to the lobby and made my way into the reception area. Noticing a young blonde behind the counter, I nudged my head up to her.
“What’s up? Where can I get some ice?”
I watched a blush spread across her face. Licking her lips before pulling her tongue back into her mouth, she swept me from head to toe. I watched the movement of what she was doing and I had to laugh to myself.
Why chicks think doing that shit was cute, was fucking lost on me. It just made me want to choke them—how I chose to choke them was a different story. I smiled at her when she reached my eyes again.
“You can get some at the bar,” she responded, tilting her head to the side.
I tapped the counter a couple times and began walking over to the bar. After grabbing a bucket of ice and some vodka, I made my way back into the hotel room.
Opening the door, I saw Kalie lying down. She was still awake, but looked a bit out of place, because she was. I’d never been with someone as innocent as she was, and I was not talking about her virginity. I’d taken a few of those in my teen years. No, I was talking about her as a person. She was so pure and innocent and it shone through her. She was like a fucking angel. Way too good to be in my bed. I’d taken advantage of the situation, because, well, I was me.
She gets up from the bed, her light brown hair was sitting naturally around her make-up-less face. She was so fucking beautiful that it stirred something deep in my dark soul, and that alone was a lethal combination. I closed the door behind me.
“Hey!” She smiled, sitting up on the bed. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the bucket.
I half smirked at her. “Oh, this?” I raised my eyebrows. “This is your next orgasm.”
Her eyes bugged out, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She was fucking cute.
“Relax baby. You still sore?” I asked. Trying to look like I gave a fuck, which I didn’t.
She shook her head with the same shocked look still on her face. My smirk turned into a slow smile while maintaining eye contact. I licked my lips and started running my eyes up and down her body.
“Lie down. This is not over till the sun comes up.”
Walking over to her, I dropped the bucket and vodka down on the table. Unbuckling my belt buckle, I crawled over her body on the bed. I looked down to her plump, perfect, pink lips and her tongue came out, licking the bottom one. My eyes turned dark as I looked up at her, running my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Don’t do that.”
She dropped her lip and started to pull my jeans down. I let her—it would’ve been rude not too. When her eyes fell to my dick, I saw her face register with understanding.
“What? What—”
“It’s a Prince Albert.”
She looked up under her long lashes in shock.
I burst out laughing. As soon as she noticed that I was making fun of her, she smiled.
“Don’t laugh at me. I’m serious. Is that not sore?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not. Come here.”