Page 9 of Caught A Vibe

When she stops in front of her door and tries to insert the key, I can’t resist. I step up behind her and grip her hips, line myself up with the crack of her ass and press my already painfully hard cock against her tempting cheeks. She groans and presses back against me, encouraging my bad behavior.

“Keep it up and I’m not gonna make it inside.” She moans and reaches back to grab me through my jeans.

“I’ll keep it up as long as you need, but I’m not an exhibitionist. Open the damn door, Penny.” I punctuate this command with a light tap against her ass which makes her jolt forward, luckily with the key card at just the right angle. The little light turns green, and I take it as a sign.

Go! Full speed ahead!

I reach around her, push the door handle down, and propel her into her room with my body. Before the door even shuts behind me, she whips off her T-shirt. Her breasts are lovingly cupped by a lacy contraption, and I am irrationally jealous that a scrap of fabric gets to hold her.

Caught up in the sight and my reactions to it, I miss her question. She snaps her fingers in front of my face to break my trance before reaching for the hem of her bra.

“Personal history time, Dash. Cards on the table before this comes off.”

That gets my attention, and I rally my scattered thoughts. “No known diseases, last test was negative, no partners in…nearly a year. I’m good. You?”

“I got tested at my annual last month, and I’m good. I haven’t had sex in six months, and I’m about to explode. Do you have a condom?” she asks.

“Fuck.”

“No, not without one.”

I pat my pockets frantically as if to will one into being, but I know damn well I don’t have one. “All I’ve got are these handy packets of lube some amazingly prepared hot chick handed me. I wasn’t planning on having sex at a conference.”

“You clearly aren’t going to the right conferences,” she teases. She leaves her bra where it is, and I nearly whimper my disappointment.

Never again, I vow.

“We’ve got one last shot,” she says as she crosses the room to a small table where a swag bag sits. Unceremoniously, she dumps the bag out on the table and begins rifling through the stress balls and branded keychains.

“Halle-fucking-lujah!” she crows, holding high a condom bearing the name of the VR porn booth.

Even as turned on as I am, I chuckle at the irony.

“I know, I know, a condom promoting virtual fucking. It’s ridiculous, but beggars can’t be choosers. And I’m gonna make you beg, Mr. Hall.”

She pokes me in the chest to punctuate her intent, and the sharp little jolt makes my cock twitch. My knees are already made of jelly. Kneeling before her and begging is the next logical step. The image playing out in my head is fascinating, and I get caught up in the possibilities. Until she takes my chin in her hand and hauls me back to the present with a thumb pressing against my lower lip.

“Would you like that, Dash?”

“I think I would.”

Her cheeky grin flips every last switch I have. I pull her back into my arms, needing to feel her pressed against me again. My glasses bump against her face and I wrench them off, tossing them on the table. Reaching behind her, I fumble for the clasp of her bra. She laughs and pulls out of my arms, and then whips the whole thing off over her head.

“No hooks,” she says on a sharp inhale as I bend my head to pull her nipple into my mouth.

I lick and suck until her tits stand hot and hard against my tongue. I love the way she holds my head in place, wordlessly commanding me to give her the pleasure she craves, leaving no room for doubt.

My God, she is incredible. Smooth as silk, her skin flushes red where I squeeze and suck. I want to see her glowing by morning. Stepping her backward, I give her hips a gentle shove, bouncing her onto the bed so I can slide her jeans down her mile-long legs. She lies there, a feast of temptations spread out before me, covered only by a pair of lace boy shorts I imagine she picked out along with the bra. So, Penny is into matching. That knowledge will torture me if I ever see her again.

Will I see her again? Or will this be a classic one-night stand? Will we fuck our way through the conference and get this uncontrollable attraction out of our systems? Or maybe we can continue this once we get home? Whereishome for her?

My mind spins with questions I can’t answer, but I know one thing for certain: if this is my only shot with her, I want it to be memorable. I want to try a blended orgasm.

I pull back from kissing her chest, to catch my breath and ask as nonchalantly as a man with a raging hard-on can, “So, this blended orgasm…have you had one with a partner before?”

“Yes. An ex was good at giving them, and not much else. Once I figured out how to get them myself, I moved on to making them accessible to everyone.”

She sounds nonchalant, but a shutter comes down over her eyes, and I feel a distance even though we are skin to skin.

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