Page 3 of Bad Call

CHAPTER TWO

BAYLOR

Even under theharsh glare of the fluorescent lighting in the lobby, the guy still looked amazing. I guess I did, too, because he couldn’t take his eyes off me. It was a different kind of thrill from when I knew I’d landed a woman for the night. Maybe it was because I was inexperienced with men, or maybe because I’d fantasized about this for so long, but I was pumped with adrenaline, my hormones wreaking havoc on my body and my mind. I felt high from the anticipation.

Colin dangled the keycard in front of me with a salacious grin. “Room 406.”

I wasn’t sure who moved toward the elevator quicker, me or him, but we were in a mad dash to get to the fourth floor. In the elevator, he crowded behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. The smell of his cologne hit me again, making me want to breathe him in deep and consume him. He cupped my cock, squeezing as it hardened in hispalm.

The air whooshed from my lungs in a gasp. “Ungh,” I half-breathed, half-moaned. It was a sound I was sure I’d never made before.

He nibbled on the shell of my ear, and I felt the shiver travel through every nerve ending in my body, culminating in my cock. It kicked in Colin’s hand, making him chuckle.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he promised darkly.

The doors opened with a ding, and he walked me backward down the hall, his wicked tongue occupying my mouth the entire way. He stopped only long enough to slide the keycard into the door lock before dragging me inside.

The lack of oxygen and the rush of endorphins and dopamine, combined with the whiskey and scotch from earlier, made my head feel light and fluffy. This wasn’t the time for serious thought and responsible actions. This was the time to act on instinct, my baser ones, to lead with my dick, not my head or my heart. This was the time to get naked.

Colin tore at my clothes, desperate to touch my skin, and I tugged his shirt from his broad shoulders, nervous as fuck, but just as desperate to touch him. My breath came short and fast, and my skin flushed with perspiration.

“Let me turn the air conditioning up ’cause we’re gonna work up a sweat tonight.”

Colin chuckled, grabbing my ass as I bent over the unit at the window. He dragged my pants down my legs,and I kicked out of them. Then his belt hit the floor with a thud, and I knew when I stood and turned, I would be staring at his hard cock.

The first one I’d ever seen in person—other than my own, obviously.

You’ve got this, Baylor. You’ve fantasized about this and built this moment up in your head for months. Don’t fucking blow it.

Actually, that’s exactly what I was going to do—blow it. Hard and sloppy.

I straightened. I turned. And my eyes dropped to his hard chest, down to his tight abs—he definitely liked to work out at the gym, not in the hotel—to his gorgeous cock, cut and hard. Colin was about the same size as me, seven inches. It looked a lot bigger in person than it did in porn. How was I going to swallow that?

“Get on your knees for me,” he ordered in a husky voice.

Why did it feel so natural to obey him? I’d never been ordered around in the bedroom and never by anyone other than possibly a boss or my mother.

Yet there I was, dropping to my knees on the likely filthy carpet to acquaint myself with his cock.

My gut churned with anxiety.Don’t gag. Don’t gag.Do not throw up on this man’s cock.

It was an irrational fear of mine. I couldn’t count how many times I held a girl’s hair back from her face as she slurped on my dick, gagging, with tears in her eyes, and it never failed to make me rock hard. But then there came a point when they gagged a little too hard. When they hadto pause and breathe through their nose to catch their breath and settle that gag reflex so they wouldn’t upchuck on my shaft. It’s never happenedyet, but I think it would turn me off blow jobs for life if it did.

“Open up,” Colin murmured, grasping the base of his cock with one hand and cupping my jaw with the other. “Slip it between your lips and suck.”

Thank God dirty talk turned him on because I needed all the instruction I could get. It sounded like Colin was going to walk me through it step-by-step.

Still cupping my jaw, his other hand palmed the back of my head, guiding me down his shaft. That first taste of his spongy head, his slit wet with salty pre-cum, made my mouth water for more. His flavor burst over my tongue, waking all my senses.

“That’s it. Take a little more.”

I took him as far as I could, as far as I dared, about three-quarters of his length. The way his cock filled my mouth, the weight of it on my tongue, felt so natural, sosatisfying, I couldn’t stop. Boldly, I swallowed another inch, but paused when I felt my gag reflex kick in. Tears burned my eyes, and I risked looking up at him.

Colin looked intense, wholly focused on my effort. In the lamplight, his dark blue eyes burned cobalt.

“Your mouth feels incredible. Hollow your cheeks and suck harder.”

His touch on my jaw was as soft and warm as his voice. My insecurities began to fade, replaced by this indescribable need to please him.

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