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I knelt over her, legs bracketing hers. "I can back it up. You ready?"
She lifted her wrist and pretended to look at a watch. "Time's a wasting."
I’d never had anyone busting my balls during sex like this. It reassured me that she didn’t know who I was, and I enjoyed the way she was making this fun. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck, goose bumps lifting on her skin. I kissed my way across to the other side, then up to her ear.
I whispered. "I'm not rushing. But the time will definitely not be wasted."
I’d had my share of hookups, and I’d show her I knew what I was doing. I slid to the floor, hands on her hips to bring her with me. I rested her legs on my shoulders and checked her face to see if she was on board.
Her lips were reddened, her hair sticking up where my hands had gone through it, and her pupils were wide. But she lifted her chin, as if in challenge. “Tick tock.”
I grinned, lowering my face to her pussy. I was right—the underwear might say senior citizen, but underneath the good stuff was in excellent condition. I ran a finger through her crease, feeling the moisture coming from inside. She could act as cool as she wanted, but she was aroused. Wet and dripping.
I needed to reward that kind of response. I lowered my head and licked. Her legs tensed on my shoulders. Smiling to myself, I went to work. I had yet to find anyone who didn’t like oral sex, and I enjoyed giving pleasure that way as well as receiving.
She whimpered and began to squirm, her head thrashing. She grew noisier and I increased my efforts, determined to make her come. Then I’d show her what the rest of my equipment could do.
I slid a finger inside her and pressed. She was vibrating now, her moans louder. Two fingers and some more suction on her clit, and there it was. She clamped down on my fingers and yelped.
I stayed while the aftershocks moved through her. Then I withdrew my fingers and looked up. Her face was flushed, sweat on her chest. Her nipples were rigid, and I’d missed paying them attention. I stood up, my cock fully erect. “I hope that was worth it.”
That reaction couldn’t be faked.
Her eyes sparked. “Some of your equipment is working, but I haven’t tested it all.”
A smile pulled my lips. “I’ll get a condom and make sure you’ve thoroughly checked everything out.”
She wiggled her way up the bed. “Come on, stud, show me what you’ve got.”
“You’re on.”
I grabbed a condom from my bag on the dresser where I’d tossed it earlier. Once I was covered, I crawled after her. She bit her lip, holding back a grin, and suddenly Toronto seemed like the best place to be. I lowered my mouth to her neck, pressing a kiss to the spot where it joined her shoulders. Bingo. She moaned and wound her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down. I continued to kiss her neck as I positioned myself between her legs. Her hands slid down to my ass, pulling me close.
“Move it!” she muttered.
With another grin, I did, sliding inside her in one long thrust. She panted, breath warm against me. “You okay?”
“Not as okay as I will be if you move.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I pulled out, reluctant to leave her tight heat, and then slammed back, extracting a moan. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I held on to control by a thread, slamming home again and again, hard enough to shove her up the bed.
She came again before I came myself, inside her, the aftershocks of her orgasm enhancing mine. I pulled out and collapsed on the bed, sated, relaxed, and wanting to do it again.
Yeah, Toronto might not be completely horrible.
Chapter 6
So, after the bourbon
Jess
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By the time I returned from the bathroom, my hookup had put on sweatpants and was pulling a sweatshirt over his impressive chest. The guy had to work out, a lot. If this had been one of the hotels visiting hockey teams stayed in, I’d have suspected he was a player, one I wasn’t familiar with. He did look vaguely familiar…but the visiting teams stayed elsewhere, and this guy had too much luggage piled up in a corner of the room for a road trip, unless he brought most of his possessions with him.
Some hockey players were insanely superstitious, but this was a little much. And not the right hotel. He did more than lift weights at the gym, with excellent results, but unfortunately I wasn’t going to see him again. I gathered up my own clothes.
“I’m ordering room service—want anything?” He glanced at me over his shoulder.
