Depends on Who's Asking - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,26

my fingers moving down at the same time to push his underwear down to free his erection.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as my hand closed around him.

With the other hand, I smoothed it up the length of his chest to come to a rest on his throat.

“I like the beard you have going on,” I said, leaning in so close to him that my breath fanned across his lips.

“Not really a choice,” he admitted. “Don’t have a razor or a trimmer to keep it where it usually is.”

I smoothed my hand up even farther to cup his chin, then leaned in until my mouth was pressed against his.

He inhaled sharply, his breath stealing mine straight from my lungs.

When our lips met, I squeezed his cock, causing him to groan into my mouth before taking over the kiss.

He kissed me hard, both of his hands on either side of my face now instead of holding the blanket closed.

I slowly worked his length up and down, aware of the chill at my back, but unwilling to care.

He’d just pulled the backside of my underwear to the side, his fingers delving between my pussy lips, when the door to the balcony on the other side of our barrier creaked open. Following that was Brielle and Martin bitching but sounding even closer this time.

We both froze, Saint with his fingers probing at my entrance, and me with my thumb swiping the drop of precum off of his cock.

“…for the love of God. I did not send you to her to get Ebola! I sent you to her because you like your dick sucked a certain way, and she does it that certain way!” Brielle cried out. “Just because you thought you were getting that from me is not my fault. I never said that I would suck your dick.”

Saint froze with one of his fingertips halfway inside of me.

“I can’t believe I have to share this stupid fucking hotel room with you,” Martin grumbled. “You’re lucky we have a couch, or I’d hang myself on this balcony.”

I looked toward Saint. “I’m glad we don’t have a couch.”

He chuckled softly, his finger going deeper inside of me.

I gasped, my mouth pausing over the skin of his ear, as a shaky breath left me.

In the background, I could hear the two on the balcony over from ours screaming and throwing a general walleyed fit.

But Saint and I were in our own little world.

His fingers pushed my panties even more to the side, and soon I found myself lifted up.

Seconds later he was settling his cock at my entrance, and he was urging me to sit down.

I did, taking him slowly inside of me, one small millimeter at a time.

“And another thing!” Brielle screeched.

I threw my head back and gasped when he lifted his hips up and surged upward while simultaneously pushing me down.

“…never really liked you,” Brielle finished. “What was that?”

I moaned as I slowly started to ride his cock, starting slow but eventually beginning to pick up speed.

“Do you hear that?” Martin asked. “What is that?”

I was thankful that the balconies were quite a bit apart, as well as the fact that we had a corner room meaning that we were in the far depths of the farthest corner away from them. Even if they could see over here, which I doubted, they likely wouldn’t be able to make anything out.

“It sounds like someone’s having sex,” Martin said. “Maybe it’s the neighbors next to us, or below? You said that those two next to us don’t even like each other.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Saint’s before saying, “I like you just fine.”

He pulled back with a grin. “I like you just fine, too.”

To emphasize his point, he thrust upward, causing a surprised squeal to leave my mouth, and my body to jolt upward.

My knees came up off the chair, and soon he was standing, leaving the blanket behind, and twisting so that I was pressed against the glass wall of our room.

“Lift your leg higher,” he said. “How flexible are you? Can you put your leg on my shoulder?”

I all but laughed in his face.

“I was a flyer during high school, Saint Nicholson,” I informed him as I maneuvered my leg. “Watch this.”

Then I proceeded to put my leg onto his shoulder, practically flattening the back of my thigh, knee, and calf against his chest all without him coming out of my sheath. Not only did he not come out, but he went