Page 60 of The One I Need
“We like to have sex in hotels!”
It takes me a second to process, but he’s exactly right. “Oh my God, we do! We’re hotel fuckers!”
He lies back, and I get back to work on the extremely complicated shoes. “It’s our thing. We’re the people that have sex in hotels.”
“Fuck yeah we are,” I say as I’m finally able to start working on his pants.
“Izzy?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
I look up at him and even though we’re both drunk, I thought it was pretty clear what I was doing. “I’m trying to give you a blow job.”
“Why?”
Wow, he’s drunker than I thought. Which means he’s really, really, really, really drunk. Instead of just really, really, really drunk. “Because you didn’t let me last time. And I wanted to. But now I get to do it.”
“Well, then, by all means. What’s mine is yours.”
I smile as I start handling his cock, which is already hard and ready.
“You have a nice dick,” I say, my head on his thigh as I stroke him up and down.
“Thank you.”
“I mean it,” I say, because I don’t know if he realizes what I’m saying. “Dicks aren’t pretty. But yours is. You have a pretty penis.”
“Thank you, dear,” he says.
I think he was about to say something else, but he didn't. Instead all I hear is a weird combination of a groan, moan, and swearing as I wrap my lips around his cock.
That. That’s why I have always enjoyed giving blow jobs. Hearing them speak gibberish as you hold them in your mouth. There’s no greater turn on. Well, maybe a few other things that I can’t think of right now because I’m concentrating too hard on what I’m doing, but this is right up there.
“Izzy,” he says as I feel him collect my hair into his hands. “Take it. Take it all.”
Holy fucking fuck. Even drunk his voice makes me want to come in my pants.
But I do as he says. I double down on him, making sure I’m stroking in tandem with my mouth, taking as much of his girth as I possibly can. I should be choking, but my gag reflex likely went out the window sometime after the eighth tequila shot.
“Fuck, Izzy!”
Oliver startles me by pulling me up by my hair. At some point he sat up, making us now eye to eye.
“I’m going to fuck you now. And just like last time, I want you to wake the neighbors.”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
The room starts spinning as Oliver somehow grabs me and scoops me underneath him. Before I even have a second to get my bearings, I feel him enter me. Every last…delish…inch.
“Ahhhh!”
I don’t know if he really wanted me to wake the neighbors, but I think I just did. And I don’t care. Because I’m having sex with a man who is fucking me like his life depends on it.
“Give it to me, Izzy.”
