God, he had to get off me so I could get out of there.
“You think?” he teased.
Nick playful.
He was good at it; he’d started that demonstration last night.
No.
Days ago when he forced me to say “hi” to him in that way that was unbelievably titillating at the same time sweet.
Yes, Nick was good at playful.
“You’re a fuck,” I declared.
He seemed unoffended and no less amused.
“I think I got that the times you climbed on, got off, got dressed and took off.”
“Since you’re a fuck and I’m a fuck, there’s no need for us to sleep together. Eat together. Or share unnecessary discourse.”
Now more amused.
“Unnecessary discourse?”
“Talk,” I snapped.
“I know what it means,” he shared. “Though, just to point out, I want you coming back to me so we can eat, get our second wind, and because we don’t have a lot of time before we gotta check out, you can suck me off. Then we can go. Later, when we hook up again, I’ll return the favor. That’s us being just fucks to each other. Now, room service shows and you wanna drink champagne, eat fruit and do it silently until you get on your knees between my legs, have at it.”
That was both titillating and funny.
I didn’t get a chance to experience either to its fullest (not that I’d allow myself to do that).
Nick kept talking.
“You wanna be quiet, that’ll be a nice change. Most bitches talk your ear off, either determined to drill it into you how interesting they think they are or cover how little they got between their ears by talking relentlessly. Honestly, this is part of why I like you being just my fuck. Not that you get that we’re just fucks, which is definitely a bonus. But you’re quiet and I could use the break.”
This was not amusing.
“I feel the need to be offended for the sisterhood,” I informed him snootily.
His amusement increased significantly.
“Have at it,” he allowed. “Though, you intend to do that with a lecture, maybe I’m good you leave before room service gets here.”
“And yet now, I have a burning desire to stay.”
He let loose another smile.
And I again knew I should go.
There was a knock on the door.
Nick twisted his head to look that way and then turned back to me.
He gave me a quick kiss, then, “It’s fruit plate, champagne and blowjob time.”
Without another word, he slid out and knifed off me and out of the bed.