When I finally get myself under control, I open my eyes and watch her. I didn’t even realize she had her hand buried in her lace panties, moving her fingers at the same speed as she was blowing me. She finally lets me go, and I’m expecting my cock to be soft, but it sits at half-mast still, obviously ready for round two. I lean over, kissing her, and my hand joins hers to finger her simultaneously. My eyes never leave hers. Continuing to thrust my fingers, I move my thumb to circle her clit, and the minute I touch it, her pussy squeezes me, and I know she is coming. Her hand moves with mine the whole time. I remove my hand and watch her ride out the bliss. My cock is now ready for round two, and I haven’t even seen her naked. She lies on the bed, her chest rising and falling.
“Turn over,” I tell her, and she smirks at me.
“Going back there for round two?” She winks at me, and I watch as she slowly rolls over. She gets on her hands and knees, her ass covered by her dress now. I pull up the dress, and her ass is on full display. The ass I watched running is the ass I wanted to grab and slap, so I swat it once and then rub it. Her head falls forward, so I move my hand over her back, trying to get the zipper. “It’s on the side,” she says, her ass swaying from side to side. I reach to the side and pull the zipper down and then flip her over. “Seriously, I’m not a ragdoll.” I don’t bother responding as I get irritated about not removing her dress fast enough and try not to rip it. “Calm down.” She slaps my hands away. “Let me do it.”
“New rule,” I tell her, pushing down the zipper. “Zippers must be on display and easily accessible by the male population without having diagrams on how to get to the fucking thing,” I tell her, “or I get to rip it off, and we deal with it.”
“If you rip it, you just bought it,” she points out and finally peels the dress over her head, showing me the tits that have been teasing me for weeks. The bra matches the panties, another plus, and I see her nipples since the bra really doesn’t hide anything. Her pink round nipples calling me.
“Another rule, no more see-through bras,” I tell her, reaching out and rolling her nipple between my fingers. “If I can see through it, so can someone else.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I pinch her nipple. “New rule: no rolling eyes at me.”
“I’m going to make my own new rule, and it involves me getting myself off while you watch and then leaving to head back to my own room,” she says, and I laugh, opening the drawer and grabbing the pack of condoms.
“Oh, that’s rich. You’re already prepared for a good night.”
I shake my head. “Every room comes stocked with them. It’s Dubai, after all,” I tell her and grab one as I get on the bed with her.
This clusterfuck of a day has definitely turned itself around.
Chapter Sixteen
Jessica
This NFL star is now dating a porn star, making people wonder if a sex tape will leak anytime soon.
This is it, the moment of truth, I’m actually going to have sex with Tyler. I watch him grab a condom wrapper, tearing the top off with his mouth. I lie back on the plush comforter with my legs spread, looking at him. If you told me last month that I would be doing the deed with Tyler, I would have said you lost your mind because he hates me. At the time, the feeling was mutual, but now, now he’s the only thing I think about and having sex is just a bonus.
He rolls the latex down his cock, and when it’s completely sheathed, he crawls between my legs, and they open even wider. Leaning down, he kisses me everywhere until I’m breathless and my body yearns for him. My hands grasp his covered cock. He’s not just long, he’s thick, and my fingers don’t touch each other.
“Put me inside you,” he says. I rub him up and down my wet slit, my pussy contracting once knowing what is coming. His lips move from my lips, to my cheek, to my jaw, and finally, he sucks my neck and thrusts in me. In one hard movement, he’s so deep, and I yelp out while he moans. My hands go to his face, my neck arching my head back while he slowly pulls out of me and then goes back in. My legs wrap around his waist, my hips tilt back, and somehow, he goes even deeper.
This time, we both moan, and the sound of our pants echoes off the walls, mixing with the sound of our skin slapping together. He takes me harder and harder each time, my body meeting him thrust for thrust. The weight of his body on top of mine, his kisses on my neck, on my lips, his tongue licking, sucking everything; it’s too much, and it takes no time before I feel the buildup. His mouth covers mine, and I meet his tongue in a sexual battle that both of us will win, but then I let go of his mouth when I finally come, moaning out loud. My pussy clenches, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding and pounding, and finally, he moans out his own release. He falls to the side and rolls me to my side, his cock still in me. His chest rising and falling.
“I need a minute,” he says, looking at me and then up at the ceiling. I follow his eyes, and I see what he sees; his cock buried in my pussy, both of us joined. My leg over his leg, my shoes still on. “We are going to take full advantage of that mirror,” he says, leaning over and grabbing my ass to push me onto him.
“What makes you think I want to go for a round two?” I joke with him, and he turns his head, his eyes going from glaring to bright. “I mean, maybe”—I roll onto him—“this one time was enough to scratch the itch.”
“I’ve got another peek for you.” He smiles and smacks my ass, grabbing me in his arms and rolling us both off the bed. He stops at the bedside table to grab two more condoms and then goes to the bathroom.
He walks in the orange and blue marble bathroom, and I see two sinks to my right. He places me down on the cold counter, and I yelp. He takes the condom off and tosses it in the toilet. “Shower or bath?”
I look at the circle shower, and then at the deep tub with an ocean mural. “Hmm, I feel really, really dirty,” I tell him. “A dirty that only a tub can clean.” Smirking at me, I watch him walk to the tub and lean over to turn on the faucet. He turns around and walks back to me. Standing in the middle of my open legs, he brushes my hair behind my shoulders, then leans in and kisses me. One hand goes to my cheek, and the other cups my breast. His hand then moves to the back where he unclips my bra. “Well played.” I laugh while I kiss him. He bends down, grabbing one leg, and brings it up to untie the shoe, then drops it to the floor with a huge clunk. He does the same to the other one and then picks me up and steps into the bath. We sit in the tub. Well, sitting wasn’t what we actually did as both condoms are now in the garbage.
By the time we collapse in bed, I think the sun is coming up, but it must be later in the day by now because when he wakes me up, it’s much lighter in the room. Flipping me to my stomach and lifting my hips, he kisses my shoulder, and I lie here like a loose noodle. Well, more like an overcooked noodle. “I need food,” I mumble and hear him laughing as he reaches over and grabs the phone.
He orders a shit ton of food, more food than two people could possibly eat in one day. “I’ll also take a huge bowl of strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and some chocolate dip.” He hangs up the phone. “Thirty minutes,” he says. It’s then that we both hear the click of the door opening, and I spring up, reaching out for something to cover myself.