Atlas

She collapses in a heap of just-fucked euphoria beneath me, so I slowly climb back and put my feet on the floor, then admire her ass while I slide the rubber off my cock. There’s a puddle of wetness beneath her on the bed. I smile, looking her over. My fingertips left faint red marks in each hip; my mouth left the faint mark of teeth in her shoulder.

No wonder Dave was excited when he realized she was working tonight. He knew I’d be all over this chick.

And I was.

But now it’s time for her to go.

I grab a t-shirt from the pile on the floor and clean myself off, then climb up the bed and thank that sweet ass with a quick squeeze and a kiss on each cheek. If I keep my hands on this thing too long, I’ll have to fuck her all over again, and frankly, I’m ready to get out of this room.

I jump off the bed and head for the shower to rinse off. “I’ll make sure Dave gets the money for that extra bit you threw in there.” I shut the door and turn on the shower. Anal is always extra and not something I usually do.

But what can I say? Gotta give the ladies what they want.

Beg for.

Regardless, I’m done with the hired help for the day.

She knocks on the door just as I step behind the glass. I ignore her and stand beneath the stream of hot water. She’ll get the hint.

“Atlas.” Her voice is not coming from the other side of the door.

My eyes fly open. Does she know who the fuck I am? You don’t just walk into my bathroom without an invitation. I bring my head forward and stare her down.

But she doesn’t even flinch.

She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, then steps into the long shower, stopping about three feet away. The steam coils up around her legs, and I follow its ascent, settling my gaze on her pussy. I neglected that thing, didn’t I?

I should be mad at her audacity, but her body was made for fucking, and she knows it.

I think she also knows that I’m just the guy for the job.

“My ride won’t be here for another twenty minutes at least.” She takes a step forward, then turns to sit on the tiled bench that sticks out from the wall. She holds my gaze as she turns toward me, spreading her legs wide. I reach for the shampoo and start washing my hair—fuck the fact that I did this just over an hour ago; I want to prolong this show as long as possible and if that means washing my hair twice, so be it.

She slides her fingers up and down over her lips, then slowly plunges two fingers inside. My dick starts to swell in response. She massages her breasts as she finger-fucks herself, holding my gaze the whole time.

I rinse the shampoo from my hair, then reach down with a sudsy hand and grab onto my cock. Her eyes follow my hand, fluttering closed as I start to stroke myself.

She opens her eyes again and watches me stroke my hard cock, fingering herself faster and harder, her mouth open slightly on breaths that grow more ragged as the moments tick by. Watching each other masturbate is great and all, but I already know how hungry she is for my cock, so I walk toward her. She slides her fingers out of her pussy, then sucks the juices from them before wrapping her hand around my cock and guiding it into her mouth.

She takes the whole thing once again, ignoring the way her body wants to gag and pushing through it to take me deeper. She grips my ass with her hands, and I grip her head as I fuck her face.

I don’t usually let them taste me, but I’m going to finish in her mouth.

My leg twitches and my knees start to weaken and as I tense, I grip her head and hold it still so I can shoot my load down her fucking throat. She moans, sucking it down, and I pump one final time to get it all out, then pull my dick from her mouth and swipe my thumb across her lips. Watching the movement of her throat as she swallows my load, I nod toward her pussy. “Now you.”

She grins, then adjusts herself so she’s spread open for me, but I shake my head.

“I just want to watch.”

She frowns, but obeys, rubbing her fingers over her clit. My dick starts to rise again as I watch her strum her clit. It starts to swell beneath her fingers and I almost break my own rule. Dave’s girls are cleaner than most, but I don’t taste the goods.

When I can take it no longer, I kneel on the shower floor in front of her and slide two fingers inside her swollen hole, pumping hard and fast as I lean forward and pull her tit into my mouth. She grips my hair with one hand, massaging her clit with the other, harder, faster, quicker. As her pussy starts to clench around my fingers, I reach my other hand up to massage the tit in my mouth, then suck her nipple hard, grazing it with my teeth. I curl my fingers inside her and she screams out in pleasurable pain, convulsing around my hand in an orgasm that might have just rocked the entire hotel.

And fuck me, man, because my dick is hard again and I don’t think I’ll ever get out of this goddamn hotel room tonight.

She finally opens her eyes, looking at me lazily before looking down at my cock.

A wicked grin pulls at her lips, then she reaches for me, stroking me with one hand as she massages my balls with the other. “We’re going to be here all night, if we keep taking turns like this.”

Okay, so, maybe I’m not quite done with the hired help for the day.

I haven’t come all over her tits yet.