Page 28 of The Layover

His grin made my insides gooey. “Of course it is.”

Raul’s kiss was more playful than Diego’s, but no less intense, my nude body molding to his, his erection digging into my stomach. He tugged my hair to expose more of my neck, and bit lightly along the skin. When he used his full body to push me back, I was caught off-guard, and fell onto the bed with a laugh and a squeal. They were making it hard to stay quiet.

I scooted into the middle of the mattress, and Raul knelt between my legs, pressing his knee to my core. He pinned my arms above my head as he found my mouth with his again. I’d wonder where Diego was, but this was too much fun. The intensity plus the fun were like spicy food chased with margaritas—I was probably going to regret both in the morning, but for very different reasons and right now they were incredible together.

Raul reached above us, into a drawer next to the bed, and pulled out a condom.

Being worshiped was fun, but I wanted to play and tease a little too. I took the condom from him, tore open the foil, and reached between us to put it on him. His low groan and the way his eyes rolled back when I wrapped loose fingers around his shaft was incredible.

Raul pressed closer, mouth gliding along my skin. “I’ve been captivated since I first saw you. I want to watch your face when you come. I want to see your stunning expression when you climax.”

With the mood in the room, the want, his words were another layer of seduction, weaving together and wrapping me in desire.

Raul teased the head of his cock along my slit, up and down, bumping my clit over and over, before finally sliding inside me. This time I groaned at the same time as he did. Fuck that felt good. He was big enough to stretch me out, and he entered me slowly, drawing that feeling out.

He didn’t increase the pace once he was in me, either. He withdrew almost to the tip of his cock, at a glacial glide, before plunging deep again. I wanted to let out a loud moan with each penetration, but I settled for a muted sigh.

Diego joined us on the bed, stroking himself. He grabbed my nearest hand and moved it to his cock, to help stroke. HIs grip was firm and commanding.

Perfect.

Raul picked up the pace, hammering harder. Pressing my knees to my chest and pinning me in the most delicious pretzel shape. He moved one hand to my clit, and circled with his thumb, while he fucked me. While I stroked Diego.

This was incredible. The attention, the sensations. The men. All of it. I wanted to fall into it and stay there forever. Or at least for a very long time. As the three of us moved together, pleasure built inside me again, growing and swelling, until orgasm crashed over me.

I came hard, squeezing Raul, and he increased his pace in kind, drawing out my climax. My grip fell away from Diego as I tumbled into the sensations.

A warm spray hit my chest as Diego finished, stroking himself and covering me.

Raul dug his fingers into my thighs, and his grunts, his drive, told me he was finishing as well.

The blend of all of it kept me tangled in pleasure, even as the desperation faded and the grunting became the three of us trying to catch our breath.

This was amazing. Worth breaking a rule like never sleep with a client. The kind of forbidden I didn’t regret, that would stay with me for a long time.

I’d rarely been more grateful that I limited my undressing to a single room with a one-night stand. Raul and Diego were still sleeping, and I wanted them to stay that way until I was gone.

With the moonlight streaming through their massive windows, it was easy to slip my clothes back on, and tiptoe from the room. I found my shoes by the front door, slipped them on, and slipped quietly from the house.

The city looked different at three in the morning. Streetlights caught different things than sunlight did, and the entire city had a more ancient, reverent feel. Like I was walking on holy ground.

A wave of loneliness swept in from nowhere, gripping my heart and stealing my breath. It was only seven or eight back home. I sent Daria a quick text. Hey. Any requests while I’m here?

My phone rang seconds later, with a return call from her.

“Ciao,” I answered.

“Are you all right?”

One corner of my mouth tugged up, but sadness sank in. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”

“Because I know what time it is where you are.”

Right. “I don’t know. I’m just feeling… off.” As I talked, I walked in the direction of my hotel, my footsteps slow, and the city closing in around me.

“D deficiency?” Daria teased.

D as in dick. We joked with each other a lot about that. Or we had, before she got herself two sexy young boyfriends who adored both her and her kids. Another foreign pang echoed in my chest. “That’s definitely not it.”

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