from an overdose of the pleasure that my cock gives you.”
After draining my drink, I put the bottle on the table and stand up to grab my coat. “Pride goes before a fall, Max,” I say. “Maybe we’d better get you back to the hotel before you break something.”
It’s a different hotel and another expensive room, but the sex is just as incendiary as I remember.
This time, though, he’s definitely in charge. He strips me in a dreamy, intent silence punctuated by my groans as he licks and sucks every inch he uncovers. He steadfastly ignores the six and a half inches standing proud between my legs.
“You’re a gigantic tease,” I mutter.
He pushes me onto the mattress, so I lie naked and spread-eagled in front of him.
“It’s only teasing if you don’t come through,” he says.
I open my mouth to reply, but the words die away to a groan as he bends forward and sucks my cock into what I find is an extremely talented mouth.
I know all my heterosexual friends bemoan what they see as my promiscuity, but I’ve been fortunate in finding Max because when you have sex with an unrepentant tart like him, it’s almost transcendental. He knows his way around a man’s body, and he’s generous and verbal and extremely hot.
“Don’t be too good at this,” I warn him darkly. “I do want to enjoy sex with other people, you know.”
He releases my dick and grins up at me. “Oh dear, now I’m in a quandary. I was going to blow your brains out with spectacular sex.” I roll my eyes, and he smirks. “But now I think maybe I should fart, come far too quickly, and roll over and go to sleep.”
“It’s my problem,” I say earnestly. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
He chuckles and bends back to my dick, sucking on it with a power that makes my eyes cross while he cradles my arse in his big hands, squeezing the flesh and occasionally smacking it gently.
“If you hit me with your dick, I’ll bite it off,” I inform him.
He laughs. “Alright, Lorena Bobbitt. What about this?”
My eyes fly open, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as he pushes my knees up to my chest and licks down my crease.
“What are you doing?” I say in an utterly scandalised tone.
His chuckle vibrates in a way that makes my toes curl. “I’m settling in for a bit of rimming.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I meet your parents first?” he says conversationally.
I laugh, but it turns quickly into a groan as he settles his attention on my arsehole which perks up and immediately takes notice.
“Oh Christ, I’ve never—” I stumble over my words.
His head pops up immediately. “You’ve never had this done to you?” His tone is far too astonished.
I glare at him. “Not much time for that in pub toilets. Besides, I’m mostly just in it for the dick,” I finish loftily.
He smiles. “Well, give it a try. If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again, as my mother used to say.”
“Mentioning your mother isn't exactly erotic.” He bends back to his task, and I throw my head back, digging into the pillow he pushed under it. “Oh God, ooh, mmm… carry on,” I command. “And don’t ever stop.”
He lifts one hand and gives me a thumbs-up. My laughter rapidly turns into a moan as he suckles and licks my hole until I’m swearing and invoking our lord’s name in a highly impious way.
Then he pulls back and takes me hard, standing by the side of the bed with my legs slung over his shoulders, fucking into me with forceful thrusts that shove me up the bed and hit my sweet spot pretty consistently.
He stares at me, all humour gone, his eyes dark and hot as he looks down at where his cock is entering me. I spread my legs to give him a good view, and he groans, biting his lip and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Reaching down, I fist my cock, but he knocks my hand away.
“Mine,” he says.
“Well, don’t get too attached,” I gasp. “There are plenty more fish in the sea who’d like a nibble.”
“Funny Felix. I wonder how funny you’ll be if I do this?” He levers my legs off him and pushes them together, bringing my arse into the cradle of his groin, and gives a few thrusts with his supple hips. Stars flare brightly behind my eyes,