Page 84 of Hot Mess Express
“Let’s just order room service and forget we ever tried.”
“This place has room service?”
He lifts his head and shoots me a look. “Seriously? Obviously I was kidding. Do you evenhavea sense of humor?”
I smirk and shake my head. “Everyone says I have none.”
“Yeah? And you always let others decide what you’ve got or don’t got?” The question makes me go quiet. “People always try to tell me what I am. What I’m not. What I can or can’t do. Ready to watch me fall on my face … before I even try. Guess I can relate. Maybe you do got a sense of humor,” he then says with a shrug. “You could be a real comedian underneath all that … that hard … military … mental seriousness of yours …”
“Mental seriousness …?”
“You know what I mean.”
I snort, holding back a laugh. “I have no idea what you mean.”
He drops his arms to his chest and looks at me. “You literally folded each piece of clothing we took off. Who does that? No one,” he says before I can answer. “Sex isn’t supposed to be all nice and tidy. It’s messy and … and all over the place. I want you to fling my shirt away. Tear it off if you gotta.”
“Tear off your shirt?” Now I laugh. “Like the Hulk? What kind of animal sex are you looking for exactly?”
“People tear each other’s clothes off all the time! You can be a little rough. As long as everyone’s happy. Maybe it’s even hot.”
I chuckle, picturing how differently tonight could’ve gone if I had ripped off his clothes like that. He was so quickly worked up, I doubt he would’ve lasted half as long as he did if I went full animal on him.AmI capable of going full animal like that?
“Besides, it isn’t about just the sex. It’s about you,” he goes on. “Doesn’t it stress you out? Being so disciplined all the time?”
“No. It keeps me calm. Balanced.”
“Calm. Balanced.” He blows air through his lips. “If that works out for you. Sounds stressful to me. You’d probably benefit just to let loose sometimes. Do whatever you want. Break a rule now and then. Do somethin’ bad.”
“Bad?”
“Still can’t believe you thought this place has room service.” He laughs. “This hole in the wall … Did you not see the drug deal goin’ on by the vending machines on our way in? Room service.” He lets out a laugh before covering his face with his arms again. “Shoot, you’re so oblivious sometimes.”
I chuckle halfheartedly, then draw quiet.
After a breath, he tilts his head. “Actually … you’re not. Not at all oblivious. You see every damned thing. Noticed that about you. You don’t let anything get past your eye.”
I turn my head. “You think?”
“Yep.” He pauses. “Well, unless I blinded you with that cum or somethin’. Doesn’t it sting?”
“I’m fairly sure you didn’t impregnate my eye,” I assure him.
He lets out an irritated groan. “Fuckin’ still embarrassed.”
“No need to be.”
“Well, I am.”
I smile, then sit up, grip the wet washcloth, and wipe him off gently, starting with his cock.
He uncovers his face at once and stares down. “Hey, what the hell are you doin’?”
“What’s it look like? Cleaning you up.”
“I don’t need—” His body lets out an erotic moan without his permission when I gently squeeze at the tip and twist a little. “I’m thinkin’ you need to be careful before I shoot at your eye again.”
“You enjoy that?” I ask innocently, doing the same maneuver.
