That idea was just as intoxicating as the alcohol I had drank and I let my head fall back, moans pouring out like I was in my own personal porno. But I wanted him to hear. I wanted him to know exactly how much I appreciated everything that he was doing.
“I’m close,” he gasped into my neck, sounding almost pained. “Think you can come for me again?”
I shook my head desperately. “I’m not there yet.”
Hey, I was nothing if not honest.
“That’s okay. You’ll make it.”
Once more, I didn’t have time to ask him what he meant, because two of his fingers went to either side of that sensitive button of nerves at my apex and rolled it between them.
“Yes, there! There!”
He listened, because of course he did, but at the same time he shifted his hips, changing his angle within me. It didn’t take long with the overwhelming counterpoints of sensation for another orgasm to rip through me, this one even more blinding than the last.
“Mickey!”
My body practically bowed in two, breasts pointed towards the sky as I drowned in my own gratification. He was not long after me, pounding into my welcoming body with abandon until letting out a cry.
He gave a few more short, hard thrusts then stilled, holding himself like he was shocked at exactly what was happening. It took me longer to come down than him, but when we were both lucid -well, kinda- he flopped over to the side.
“My God,” he whispered, reaching over to stroke my face as I rolled to face him. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Hey, I could say the same about you.”
I felt properly boneless and thoroughly fucked, content to just lay there. But I realized, as my body began to cool, that I was about to lose the pleasant tipsiness that I had been enjoying so much.
I frowned ever so slightly. I was having so much fun, I didn’t want it to end. But then I saw an opportunity behind Mickey, and I got up with a grunt.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked.
Aww, he sounded so concerned. That was cute. But I just shook my head and crossed over to the minibar tucked in the corner, grabbing some of the small bottles.
“Nah man, you have me for the night, so let’s toast, shall we?”
He tilted his head back and let out that rich, rumbling laugh that I loved so much. “I’ll drink to that.”
Mickey
Normally I woke up feeling sore, because I either had been training for a fight or I was recovering from a fight. But when my eyes cracked open, aside from being wickedly thirsty, I found myself feeling better than I had in ages.
I let out a borderline cartoonish yawn as I stretched, feeling like a million bucks as my mind replayed everything that had happened the previous day and confirmed it wasn’t some cruel wet dream.
I wasn’t normally one for semi-drunk liaisons, but in the middle of all our talking and dancing, Amber had started to get a little handsy. People could call me weak, but once she batted her eyelids at me and started laying it on the lines, I couldn’t resist.
Of course, I asked her almost a dozen times if she was sure. While she seemed coherent enough to be making her own decisions, one could really never know. I didn’t want to end up as some shadowy memory that she couldn’t remember agreeing to or not, after all. I’d pitch myself off a cliff before doing anything like that to her.
But even with all my questions -or maybe because of- Amber had made her enthusiasm entirely known. She had almost devoured my face on the way to my hotel room, her hands yanking and pushing against my clothes like she could will them off.
And then she’d been splayed across, auburn hair shining against the pale sheets, looking so flushed and wanton because of me. I couldn’t resist making her come once around my fingers and then again around my cock.
Mmm, thinking about how she clenched down so sweetly on me, hips bucking and body trembling, made my body crave her all over again. Rolling over, I went to sling my arm around her waist, intending to nestle my morning wood in the cleft of her pale ass.
Except she wasn’t there.
My eyes snapped open and I sat up with a start. Where was she? Looking down at the bed, it seemed like it had been empty for a while, and when I reached over to the spot she had been, it was entirely cold.
Maybe she was in the bathroom? Sure, the details were very fuzzy after we started raiding the minibar, but I was pretty sure that we’d gotten smashed. So smashed that it was incredible that I didn’t have a hangover.
I got up and walked over to the bathroom, hoping to hear running water, but there was nothing. Gently, I pushed the door open and it gave without resistance, revealing a completely empty room.