Trent
Stuck between slumber and consciousness, it took a few seconds to realize who my cock was pressed against and whose tit was nestled in my hand. As soon as I inhaled sweet vanilla, it all came back to me... Molly.
The way our bodies were intertwined meant she was still sleeping. I suppressed a chuckle knowing her body knew what she needed more than she did. The grip that she had on my hand as it rested over the zipper of her jeans, the way her nipple pebbled under my other palm, and the pressure her ass created by pushing against my hard cock only solidified the fact that deep down she wanted me in the most carnal way.
Thoughts of going down on her as she sucked my cock caused my mind to begin spinning with possibilities. Unfortunately, my phone alarm chirping nixed that plan. Fuck.
“Mmm...” Molly purred. She shifted in my arms and pressed her delectable ass against my dick. Predicting she’d fly off the bed once she realized where she was and with who, I tightened my hold on her.
“I want you,” I said in a husky whisper. “I need to touch you.” My lips nipped the shell of her ear before kissing the soft spot on her neck.
“You are touching me... and you didn’t ask my permission to do so.” Just like that, she was up and out of bed.
“Suit yourself.”
“You’re so annoying when you say that.”
Undeterred, my hand snaked under my shorts to grip my shaft. It needed her... it wanted to sink deep into her warmth, but if she wasn’t game I’d have to take matters into my own hands... literally. Keeping my eyes tethered to hers and knowing she wasn’t going to comply, I began to rub my dick. This wouldn’t take long, not with the way she watched me all doe-eyed with interest. Unlike the last time where she pretended to be unaffected, this time she didn’t bother masking the lust that swirled within her.
Maybe it was because she had just spent an hour in my arms as her ass cuddled my cock. Or maybe, and with some stroke of fucking luck, my antics started to wear her down. Fuck, I truly didn’t give a shit whatever the reason because I had a feeling her resistance hung by a thread.
The pressure built in the base of my cock, and as she continued to stand there... her chest rose and fell heavily, her dainty hands clenched into fists at her sides, I released without abandon while uttering one single word. “Molly.”
When hot ribbons of cum painted my abs, she sucked in a deep, pained breath. And the only thing that would have made it better was if it was her body receiving my orgasm instead of my own.
Without apology, I cleaned myself up with the T-shirt I had removed earlier. “Thanks for your help... once again,” I said with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom all while feeling her gaze penetrating my back.
In record time, I was showered and sauntered back into the bedroom sporting a towel around my waist. Molly now sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, a deep pink tinge graced the apples of her cheeks.
“Would you like my help now?” I goaded, wondering if she was worked up to the point rational thought wouldn’t find it’s way to her mouth. “You wouldn’t have to move. Just lie back, and I’ll eat your pussy as my meal. Or... if you’d rather fuck, I’m good to go one more time before I need to leave.”
“What?” she responded distractedly until her eyes focused on the evidence of my claim behind the white terry cloth fabric. “Yeah, no thank you,” she then added with a huff and suddenly stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
Needing to tease her, I walked to the door and raised my voice loud enough for her to hear me. “Okay, suit yourself, but, FYI, the handheld showerhead has a pulse setting. Although, we both know it’s my cock you really need. Wouldn’t you rather my mouth on your clit than a stream of pulsing water? I know I rather eat you than food right now, and I’m starving. I’d much prefer spreading your legs and feasting on that sweet pussy until you screamed for me to stop. Remember that, Molly? How much you loved my tongue? How your body reacted when I sucked your clit? How you trembled beneath my touch? How you moaned when I fucked you with my three fingers?”
Surprising me, the door flew open allowing her to come toe-to-toe to where I stood. “You know what?” she hissed through clenched teeth.
I lowered my head to now bring us nose-to-nose. “What?” I antagonized with a smug smirk on my face.
Her expression was filled with rage, making me half expect lasers to shoot from her eyes in the way she glared at me. The complimentary hotel robe hung loosely on her body, exposing a sliver of smooth skin from her breasts to her navel.
Waiting for venom to spew from her mouth, she shocked the shit out of me when her hands fisted my hair and her lips collided with mine. I could tell through our kiss all the pent-up desire and anger had finally bubbled to the surface.
She reached her limit, and this was her losing control... and I fucking loved it.