Haze - By Andrea Wolfe Page 0,82

asked pointing tentatively at Teddy's. Even though he knew I was tired, I appreciated that he was giving me the opportunity.

"Not tonight. Unless you're prepared to face indecent exposure charges." I kissed his cheek, lightly running my tongue along his freshly formed stubble. I didn't really want to mess around anymore. I needed him inside me—now. We had a tacit understanding of what needed to happen next.

This whole trip thus far had culminated in these feelings that were really overpowering me. We strolled into the hotel together, desperately prodding at the elevator button to try to get it to close once we were inside. As soon as it did, Jack's hands were hiking up my skirt and rubbing circles against the most sensitive part of me as he shoved me against the elevator wall.

"God," I moaned, my moans filling the elevator as it starting rising. I had never done anything like this before, and it was thrilling in its own way. He kissed me and stripped away my ability to speak another real word.

I guess this was just his way of proving that he meant what he said...

Was he about to fuck me here? There was nothing I could do to stop him if that was his intent.

I was so dangerously wet already, my panties soaking up the moisture like a sponge. He was nuzzling the tops of my breasts, his chin pulling down my blouse.

Right when I thought it would go one step further, the elevator dinged and the door opened. We both turned around abruptly. Fortunately, the hall was empty.

"C'mon."

He pulled me into the hall and we giddily sprinted to the room, his hand fumbling in his pocket for the room key. After unlocking, the door swung open, revealing our paradise, the place reserved for just us. Our making out continued as we stumbled into the room.

His erection felt fuller and thicker than it ever had, maybe just because I wanted it more than ever. He kept pressing it against me, but I pulled away, creating some space between our bodies, and began fumbling with his belt.

Any hints of sleepiness had thoroughly departed, barely even memories at this point. Reality was now, right here in this room, his body and mine.

His belt loosened, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand through the elastic of his boxers, gripping his cock firmly. I could feel pre-cum that had beaded on the tip, pre-cum that I smoothed all over his engorged head with my thumb and then began to lightly stroke.

Honestly, I wanted him inside of me, but this felt like some sort of ritual of its own, something like inverted foreplay. He could have thrown me down on the bed—well, I hoped that was still on the way—and just started fucking me like an animal, with no regard to anything other than that raw activity.

His hands cupped my breasts through my blouse, his attention to them almost angry. I pumped slowly down below, listening to his breath as if he was telling me a secret. "Dammit, Effie," he moaned. "I just can't fucking resist you."

He pulled up my blouse as I kept stroking him, his pants falling to the floor from my efforts. I leaned into him, breathing in his musk, giving his deft fingers access to the clasps of my bra. It fell to the bed seconds after he started, my blouse discarded on top of the clothing pile.

Jack started sucking on my nipples one by one, nibbling and biting, disrupting my ability to please him. I was a mess internally, an amalgamation of pure lust and throbbing curiosity that was going every possible direction. My mind was stuffed to brim with graphic images, images of him coming on my breasts, coming in my mouth, coming inside of me.

Every time those images flashed in my mind, I could only look into his imagined eyes, couldn't break that contact and watch his seed as it spilled against me.

Fuck.

My core was wild with desire, the tingles of pleasure forcing me against him, straining to get as close to him as possible. He hungrily kept at my nipples, my hands fleeing from him momentarily and instead unzipping my skirt and dropping my panties. When I was fully exposed, I pushed him back, my hands immediately tugging at, and unbuttoning his shirt.

He took the cue and finished the job while I dropped to my knees. No, a blowjob to completion wasn't my ultimate goal—but tasting him right now was. I was practically