Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I could hear him chuckle and felt a wave of embarrassment. It was gone the moment he delivered on his promise, entering me from behind. His body curved around me, his chest to my back, his cock buried deep inside. He held me close, one hand lovingly caressing my breast and the other stabilizing us on the bed. The world narrowed to just the two of us, just this room, just this bed. I had no way to express the joy I was feeling, no way to capture the moment besides rocking with him as he filled me over and over again.
Each thrust was pure pleasure, every sensation over-the-top. I was so hungry to be touched, I felt like a quivering lioness, conquered by her king. He found my other breast with one hand and lit two flames at once, rubbing and fucking until the dam between us broke. It felt so raw and hot and too good to be true. I felt the orgasm as one explosive triumph took hold of me, draining all the tension and anxiety away.
He ground himself deep, releasing his load into me as he clutched my hips. In that instant, I felt him further along my canal, so deep he almost touched my heart. We luxuriated there in the strain of coupling for a heartbeat, each one fighting to draw closer together. Breath came back to me in gasps. I collapsed against the pillow, my hair falling all over the place. Porter clung to me as aftershocks gripped his torso, his member doing its final internal dance before surrender.
I treasured all of the sensations, those last few minutes we were conjoined. But finally, we had to move. He dragged himself free, leaving me satisfied, tiny little quakes shaking through my stomach. I felt his hand on the base of my spine and a shift in the mattress as he moved.
“Are you hungry?” he said almost immediately, climbing off the bed instead of dropping down beside me.
I realized I was famished. I had been in the middle of lunch when George had called, and his intrusion had soured me to my final taco. I didn’t know what time it was now, but it was late. I hadn’t had anything to eat in what must have been close to twelve hours.
He flicked on the light and without any embarrassment went to close the blinds. I watched him move, his butt tight, his cock deflating. I didn’t know what claim I had on this man, but that I was the one in his bed right now was enough. He certainly was nice to look at.
Impervious to my musings, Porter turned around and crossed to the dresser. He took out two towels and handed one to me. I accepted mine with a grin, climbing up off the mattress. We wrapped ourselves up and snuck out of the room to the bathroom. Luckily, there was no one in the common area, and we escaped notice. Locking the door, Porter turned on me, blessing me with a passionate kiss before turning the shower on.
“You want to go first?” he asked.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to make him wait any longer, when he clearly had been wanting a shower all night. He didn’t need any more encouragement, dropping his towel and hopping into the stall. I could see a hazy outline of his figure through the frosted plastic walls. He didn’t waste time; he simply scrubbed his chest with a bar of soap. I drifted back to the mirror to look at myself. My hair was knotted again. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to chance another visit to the hair salon. Maybe I could just go back to my hotel and get my own brush.
Porter finished and left the water running for me. He toweled off, waiting until I had freshened up before indicating that we should leave. I held one hand to the clasp of the towel, my other hand clutching his. He opened the bathroom door and peeked into the stairwell.
“Oh shit.” He snapped the door shut again.
“What is it?” I asked apprehensively.
“Mark’s home,” he whispered.
“Who’s Mark?”
“He lives across from me,” Porter pulled the door open one more time, just enough to see a sliver of the landing. “Come on.” He led me out, and we raced across the kitchenette as fast as we could, reaching the safety of his room just as footsteps sounded behind us.
I pulled the door closed before Mark could wander out into the common area and catch us naked. Holding my breath, I leaned up against the wall. It felt like we were kids, sneaking around his parents’ house.
“I can’t believe you have to share a bathroom with five other people,” I laughed. “We have to get you a better apartment.”
He smiled, but I could see something uneasy pass behind his eyes. I had crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed. It wasn’t my place to tell him where he should live, and my use of the word “we” indicated I assumed I would be a part of his future. I cursed myself silently for the infraction.